#this went into brat taming pretty quickly

[onlymingyus]

Our Dawn is Hotter than Our Day

pairing; kim mingyu x lee jihoon x f!reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; poly relationship, mlm, unprotected sex, consensual filming of sexual acts, handjob, fingering, oral (m & f receiving/giving) cum play/eating, marking/biting, impact play/spanking, punishment, dom!jihoon, switch!mingyu, sub!reader/brat!reader, brat taming, manhandling (m&f), pet names/degrading names, degrading/praise, aftercare

w/c; 7.3k and some change (1.2k this teaser--i was feeling generous)

a/n; this one is fully self indulgent and my own birthday present to myself. so...happy birthday me! thank you to @wonwussy for proofreading; thank you to @wongyuseokie for beta-ing part of this; thank you to @bitchlessdino, @horanghater, and @wooahaeproductions for helping me brainstorm pet names.

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You could hear their voices before you could see them. Not that you were looking. No, that would mean opening your eyes. You didn’t feel that neither Mingyu nor Jihoon deserved your attention at the moment. Had you spent a little too much time in the sun by the pool today? Probably, but you had been left in bed on your own this morning. 

“The water looks nice.” 

Jihoon just nods as a hum of approval leaves his lips. His eyes moved quickly from the water to where you were resting on a chair. Sunglasses covered your eyes, but he could still tell you were actively avoiding looking at them—ever their brat. 

“Seems like you’d be the first of us to enjoy it, Mingyu. Our little princess isn’t wet at all. Have you been laying in the sun all morning?” 

Huffing out a laugh, Mingyu lifts his brow, giving you a good once over. Jihoon was right. There wasn’t a single sign that you had used the pool without them. Were you that mad? He knew you didn’t like to be left in bed alone, but you also knew they always went to the gym first thing in the morning. 

“Is she not? That’s a shame. Did you at least drink some water, honey?” 

This was supposed to be a vacation for the three of you. It was time to take a break from the mundane schedules, yet they were keeping right up with that schedule. When you don’t answer, Mingyu scoffs, sitting down by the side of the pool. The water is cool against his legs as it moves like tiny waves caused by others playing at the other end, just out of hearing distance. 

Jihoon rolls his eyes. He knew what you were doing, and he knew you were mad. He had known it all day. He had watched Mingyu send you selfies, pictures of him, and even videos while the larger man pouted at his phone, not getting a single response. You were giving them both the cold shoulder, and for what? Leaving you sleeping in a comfy bed on vacation instead of waking you up at the crack of dawn to kiss you goodbye?

Shaking his head at Mingyu, Jihoon presses his tongue against his cheek before pulling his arm over his chest to stretch out the muscle. He was less patient with your bratty side. His hand was already itching, and it was too bad you were all in public. Instead of saying anything, Jihoon sighs loudly, sitting beside you on one of the loungers, to open your water bottle as Mingyu just smirks.  

“Baby…my sweet little marshmallow puff? Are you mad at us?” 

Now, Mingyu was pushing your buttons on purpose. Watching your nose wrinkle at the overly cute pet name, Mingyu grinned and winked at Jihoon before watching the man take a sip from your water bottle. 

“You know she is. She’s got ears. She knows how to listen and how to talk when she wants something. What we should do is just leave her pretty little ass down here and go back up to the room…” 

Jihoon’s threat makes you shoot him a dirty look. They wouldn’t dare go back up without you. The smirk on his lips told you everything. He had gotten what he wanted. Your eyes were open now, and you had acknowledged one of them. Making an "aw..." sound, Jihoon nods at your scowl before he tips your water bottle back once more, taking a sip of it. 

“It’s my water…” 

Your voice is quiet and annoyed, causing Jihoon to smile before licking his lips clean of the water. So you could speak. He had been right. 

“It’s warm water.” 

Shrugging, you start to sit up, trying to take it from Jihoon, when cold water splashes you in the direction of Mingyu. Not a lot of water, but enough that you are startled and yell his name. Mingyu’s laugh is playful, his fingers sliding through the water once more to collect more water as you lift your hand to run it over your hair, checking the damage. 

“He said your water was warm. I wanted to cool you down, princess.”

Pouting, you push your glasses, which were speckled with drips of water, to the top of your head. Swiping your bottle from Jihoon, you put the opening to your lips, drinking some of the warm water with a scowl still on your lips as the two men chuckle. 

“Does he need to splash you again, or can you stop being a brat? Did you even check your phone? Mingyu sent you pictures and videos all morning.” 

Mingyu purses his lips, watching you shake your head. You had heard the notifications going off, but in your pursuit to pay your boyfriends back for their behavior, you had chosen to avoid all contact. 

“That makes me sad, baby. Maybe you’re right, Jihoon. We should go upstairs without her. If she wants to act up.” 

The sound of your water bottle closing and hitting the fabric of the chair under you causes Mingyu to press his lips together in order to keep himself from laughing. You were so cute when you were pouty like this. You were so easy to get riled up, even when you were trying so hard not to be the big, bad brat who could withstand anything either of them said. It was clear that you couldn’t handle the idea of them going to bed without you. 

“That’s what I’m saying. Since Y/N doesn’t care enough to even look at what you’ve sent her, she’s got no idea what she missed already. Stupid, pretty little princess just has her mind on being left in bed alone.” 

Your cheeks were burning with each of Jihoon’s degrading words. You knew he didn’t actually think you were stupid. Not in any real sense of how intelligent you were. This was more about how he could get you to react in the bedroom, yet here you were in public, and he wasn’t being subtle. 

“I don’t like when you do that. It would have taken you like two seconds to wake me up and tell me where you were going.” 

Shaking his head, Jihoon starts to speak when Mingyu leans back on his elbows, doing it first. 

“You knew where we would be. Where do we always go that early in the morning?" 

Scoffing, you go to reach for your phone only to watch Jihoon take it from the table before you get the chance. His lips are pursing in interest as he unlocks it and swipes through the pictures and videos that Mingyu sent you from the gym. 

“Answer his question. You didn’t want this before; why would you want it now?” 

Your eyes move back to Mingyu, who lifts his shoulders, waiting for your answer. In the bedroom and in most aspects of your relationship, Mingyu was the softer of the two. He was your big teddy bear who would look at your pouted lips and fluttering lashes and give in. But there were times, like today, when he was more like Jihoon. 

“We are on vacation, Gyu. You two don’t have to go to the gym every single day we are here. Spend a little time with me.” 

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[ksakiswh0re-xo]

✧ telling hanma to bow to you instead :

cw: fem reader, role reversal, oral (f! receiving), dirty talk/degradation, fingering, impact play, brat-taming ig u can say

wc: 991

"On your knees."

His "Sin"-tattooed hand pointed down to the spot in front of him on the shiny, swirled-marble floor in his office.

Very characteristic of Hanma to demand head in the middle of him doing paperwork.

"How about you get on your knees for me?"

You quirked a perfectly arched eyebrow at him as you stood before his desk; all you were trying to do was ask him what he wanted for lunch.

You didn't have time for his shit today.

Hanma's golden eyes trailed all over your body, starting from your feet and moving up to your pretty fingers sporting those black stiletto nails with real 14K gold-chain detailing.

It came as no surprise to him that you'd say some shit like that; you've always been a brat.

Hell, that's why he liked you.

A dangerous, violent man like Shuji Hanma wouldn't dare put a weak-minded bitch at his side.

"Oh yeah?"

In an instant, all 6'4" of him was towering over you, skulking forward like a panther ready to pounce until he had backed you up against the bookshelf situated at the back wall.

In his pursuit of you, he had also grabbed his rolling chair from behind the desk to push in front of you once he had you trapped.

"Sit down."

"Shuji, I don't have time for this bullshit-"

"I said sit the fuck down."

With an exaggerated huff, you threw yourself into the chair, arms crossed over your chest indignantly. A true brat, indeed.

The corners of Hanma's lips turned up slightly, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead softly before grabbing you by the neck with the "Punishment" hand.

"Telling me what to do, huh baby? I kinda liked that glint in your eyes just then."

He tilted your head back to peck your lips, then put one hand on the chair to push it forward towards his desk.

Hanma slammed you against that desk, the sturdy oak material not even moving an inch with the impact.

"Can't say it's anybody's fault but my own, but that's okay. I like it when you get bitchy."

"What are you doing, Shuji? Stop messing around!" You moved to get up, but the look that he shot you quickly made you reconsider.

"You wanted me on my knees, so that's what I'm doing, baby."

He chuckled softly and dropped to his knees before you.

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor; this was new.

A small, golden key on a chain around his neck came into your line of sight as Hanma reached behind his head to unclasp it.

He used the key to unlock a bottom drawer on the desk and pulled out a pair of shiny, silver ankle cuffs along with a spreader bar.

“You like talking down to me? Making me into your little bitch? Huh, babe?”

Once he had you situated with your legs bent up at an angle and cuffed to either leg of the desk, he rolled his sleeves up.

Hanma spanked the fat parts of your thighs - left, right - alternating between “Sin” and “Punishment” as if you had wronged him, had betrayed him somehow and he wanted to make you suffer before he gave into pleasuring you.

Your body jolted and you flattened your back against the soft cushion of the chair with each strike.

He didn’t stop until your skin was so warm that it could’ve been glowing if you looked hard enough. His big, strong hands smoothed over the aching flesh and then slipped behind your knees to hike your legs up enough to slip his head between them.

The cuffs clinked against the legs of the desk, the cold material uncomfortably digging into your ankles.

“SHUJI, oh God!”

His hot tongue flickered over your clit; he used the tip to coax it from under its hood before pulling back and spitting a fat glob of spit onto it. The lewd sound echoed across the expanse of the large office space, making your face burn.

He moved his hands from behind your knees to grip your still-aching thighs and hold you steady as he buried his face in your wet cunt and went to town.

When Shuji was irritated and eating you out, he was doing it for his pleasure, not yours. It always felt like he was worshipping you, though. Doing his best to please you and show you that you didn’t belong anywhere else except with him.

“Mmm..,” he moaned, opening his golden eyes and staring up at your heated face as he continued to use his tongue to play between your folds. 

With a loud slurp, he pulled himself away, reluctantly.

“Ahh!”

Three fingers sunk into you; “Punishment” while “Sin” pulled your folds back so he could watch how your little hole stretched to take him.

“You’re soakin’ me, fuckin’ slut.” Hanma grunted as your juices began sliding down his wrist and forearm.

After only a few minutes of this, he removed his fingers and flicked them - you could hear your wetness splash against the marble floor, further embarrassing you but also turning you on.

He switched hands in rapid succession and began fingering you once again, twisting and angling his fingers directly at your G-spot.

“S-Shuji, please…” Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, breathing labored.

"What's that?,” he leaned his ear towards you, “ready for me to get up, love?"

He sat back on his legs, knees spread wide so you could see how his cock strained against his pinstriped suit pants. You quickly shook your head.

"N-no, Shuji - please, don't stop!"

This brought a wicked smile to Hanma’s face and he licked over his lips before leaning back in to kiss each of your knees.

"Hmph, wasn't planning on it, brat."

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[t0xicityz]

I need a Drabble of wonu x reader. He’s showing off his strength indirectly and is non chalant about it which makes his partner so WEAK for him (omg) I beg u pls

Clueless Nerd<3

PAIRING: Jeon Wonwoo x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: He was so focused on himself he forgot his Girlfriend was more focused on him then he was.<3

WARNINGS: slight NSFW MDNI<3

A/N: sorry guys I haven’t been posting much it’s bc I have been quite busy so forgive me please and please send my request an ideas for anything you want me to write about.😭

Wonwoo just had woke up at 6:30am in the morning with you snuggled into his chest, he chuckled before pecking you on the forehead. He got up and got ready to go Downstairs to do his morning workout but before he did he made his protein shake and some breakfast for both the of you.

When he finished eating he went downstairs to the gym and started stretching, when he was done you were already making your way downstairs to watch him. He started working on his arms to start off but you were looking at how hard his biceps were getting every time he pulled up.

It had already been 40minutes and wonwoo looked so fucking sweaty but his face never broke once except for yours, you were hot and bothered looking at his biceps, his abs, his thighs, his back, heck even his ass. You were so dazed that you didn’t realised wonwoo saw you through the mirror.

“Oh hey pretty what are you doing up at this time hm?” You snapped out of your daydream when he started talking. “Just wanted to see my love working out.” You smiled innocently at him as he smiled back not knowing you were actually burning with lust for him.

He went back to working out while you kept staring at his arms and thighs (and ass)wonwoo started getting suspicious of how you were practically glaring at him and his body, and it didn’t take him that long to realise how you were looking at him.

A smug look appeared on his face as he turned around with a stern look. “Hey Pretty mind holding my biceps it’s kind aching a little and I need a hand to help me out.” You quickly nodded before walking over to him and gripping to dear life on that bicep.

You felt the sweat and the heat that was coming from his body as you felt yourself getting dizzy and heated by the fact his bicep kept getting harder and harder. You let go when he put the weight down. “Ok next pretty I need you to sit on me while I do bench presses.” You nodded and when he lied down you sat right on top of him.

When you sat down you can feel his cock through his shorts you nearly mewled when you felt his hips buck up. “Sorry pretty let me just adjust a bit.” And he did while you were sitting on his big cock you were basically soaked down there you wouldn’t be surprised if he was soaked too with how wet you were.

“My pretty girl you are going to have to stop soaking me right now because not only can I feel it soak my shorts but I can also feel it soak my cock as well so be patient petty or you are going to wait until tomorrow.” You whined as you felt yourself rocking your hips back and forth forgetting what he said but stopped when he held your hips still. “I said wait you fucking slut.”

Smack.!

You helped quite loud when you felt his hand come in contact with your ass, you started whining. “You are so impatient you can’t even wait until I’m done huh.?” He quickly got up as he picked you up with him.

“I’ll show you how much I can tame a fucking brat.”

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[gorgeys]

Do you still make fanfics? If you do please do Carla smut

PORNSTAR ★ carla roson

Carla Roson x fem!reader

Part 2 of So Naive

You still don't understand that you belong to Carla, she intends to prove it to you and Guzman...

Warnings: SMUT - top!Carla, bottom!reader, semi-public sex, dub-con, shoving, grabbing, hair-pulling, hickeys, biting, brat taming??, pet names, mentions of murder/mutilation, degradation/praise, choking, finger sucking, non-con pictures/filming, begging, fingering

Word Count: 4750

Note: i'm so sorry this took so long! i lost motivation for writing for a while but i'm temporarily back!

also i literally changed tenses in the middle of writing but i was too lazy to fix it and the ending is a little rushed bc i didn't want it to get any longer than it already was, hope you enjoy!!

Carla checks her phone as she enters Guzman’s house.  She’s definitely late.  Too late as she notices the last text from you was sent over an hour ago when you had arrived at the party.  In one hour you could have been anywhere doing anything.  She hates the thought of it.

The horiffic image of you and him had been replaying in her mind all day.  His hands all over your body, his lips against your skin, the way you would sound for him.  It was like a constant nightmare that she couldn’t put to bed.  She was hoping you could help silence her thoughts.

She headed for the kitchen to pour herself a drink, craving a light buzz.  She only downed half of it when she noticed Samuel approaching her.

She turned her back toward him, hoping he would get the hint, but he quickly tapped on her shoulder.  Carla obnoxiously rolled her eyes before turning around to greet him.

It was more than obvious he had developed a hearty crush on her since Marina.  He always ran his hands in his hair, trying to perfect it before he went to approach her.  He’d be too smiley while talking to her, and he’d take a step too close which always resulted in Carla escaping the situation as quickly as possible.  She couldn't understand how Samuel never noticed her grimaces or eyerolls or the hundreds of signs she sent him to give it up.  Carla hated everything about it.

But you seemed to love it.  You’d always tease her about him, calling Samuel her boyfriend and pushing her to go talk to him.  She was pretty sure this whole thing had even started because of you, that you had mentioned to Samuel that Carla was interested in him in the first place.  You always loved a little white lie.

For some reason you just loved to be a nuisance.  You loved to watch Carla squirm when you flirted with the guys.  You loved watching her become so irritated and red, grinding her teeth so hard she could start a fire.  You loved flustering her in the middle of class by sending her some dirty pictures, watching her eyes go wide as she quickly hid her phone in her skirt.  She’d always give you the craziest look, wondering if your antics would ever end.  And you loved forcing her onto Samuel, watching her struggle to get away from him just to spend another moment with you.  Of course, you never let her, always ditching her with the pretty boy and leaving her wanting more.

You were such a brat.  Everyone knew it.  Your parents were unbelievably rich, valued much higher than the regular Las Encinas family, so you always got want you want.  Of course you used that to your advantage more times than not.  It became your entire reputation.

Carla was your perfect match.  Everyone was always willing to give her everything she wanted, from her father to her ex-boyfriend.  Everyone but you.  Carla hated it sometimes, but all those other times, she loved taking what she wanted from you.

“Hi, Carla,” Samuel said with a big, dorky smile.

“Hi, Samu,” she dryly said, placing her drink on the counter.  “Have you seen Y/N?”

“Yeah, I just saw her out there,” Samuel said, pointing to the the door he had just entered through.  “But-”

“Thanks,” she quickly said, giving him a grateful pat on the shoulder before walking past him in that direction.  She paid no mind to how he called after her as she walked through the doorframe.

Her eyes scanned the large living room where most of the students had gathered to talk and drink.  It was quite crowded and she almost didn’t see you.  Almost.

But there you were sitting in one of those fancy leather chairs, a drink in one hand.  But you weren’t alone, not even close.  Carla could already feel her face burn up, her neutral expression turning completely sour.

You were sitting in Guzman’s lap so comfortably.  You were perched on one of his legs, facing the side.  Your own legs were over his and hanging over his lap.  Your free arm was draped loosely over his shoulder, your nails digging into the soft skin of his neck.  His hands were all over you, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other reaching to squeeze your thigh.

Maybe Carla wasn’t the murderer but in a few seconds she thought she’d become one.

She wanted to pull all of his teeth out just to wipe away his smug smile.  You leaned in toward his face as you spoke, tightening your grip on his neck, and when he laughed, Carla felt he was already gloating his victory.

She wanted to slice all his fingers off when his hand began to travel downward from your waist to palm your ass.  She nearly groaned when she noticed the skirt you were wearing.  She knew that one very well.  She knew it was the shortest one you owned from the amount of times her hand had wandered beneath it.  You were basically sitting on him with your bare ass out.

And then, for the finale, she would make sure to cut his dick off.  She saw the way he adjusted in the seat, slightly moving his hips up into your body.  It would have been a miracle if he didn’t have the largest hard-on known to man.  But the part that really made her swell with rage was that you could feel it and you weren’t doing anything about it.  You were sitting on his dick like you were his girl.  She hated to think about what could have happened if she hadn’t arrived at that exact time.

You raised your glass to your lips to take a long sip of expensive liquor.  It was the perfect opportunity for Guzman to turn his head and find Carla standing stiffly in the doorway.  He almost laughed out loud. The feeling of you sitting in his lap and her jealous glare was so triumphant.  His smile doubled in size and doubled in arrogance.

Her eyes narrowed at him, a silent promise that he wouldn’t get the last laugh.  If Carla’s blood was boiling before, it was on fire now.

But then, noticing Guzman’s attention had been stolen, you turned as well, instantly finding Carla’s eyes.  You could feel her wrath even from across the room and you only fed off it.  You were drunk off the feeling of power knowing you had La Marquesa tucked snuggly in your back pocket.  It felt so good that you couldn’t help yourself.

Instead of being a simple tease like usual, you gave her a ladylike wave.  And then you sent her a polite, friendly smile.  It was innocent to the naked eye.

But friendly?  She couldn’t bear you.  You looked so fake and well-mannered.  Two things you definitely weren’t.  Especially when you were alone with her.

Carla couldn’t stand you acting like she was just one of your bitchy friends, like there was nothing more between you.  No, she was everything for you.  She owned you in every which way and she was determined for not only Guzman to see, but for you to accept it as well.

You and Guzman both directed your attention back onto one another although you were very aware of a seething Carla charging toward you.  But only when she was at arms length did Guzman see her.  He didn’t have enough time to react before she reached out and violently grabbed you by the arm.

“What the fuck, Carla?” Guzman shouted, outrage painting his face.

She was squeezing so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming, but you refused to go without a fight.  You tugged your arm back and gave her a condescending glare.

She was done with your bullshit.  She pulled your arm, twisting it in such a way that you spilled your drink all over the white rug.

“Carla!”  You scolded. Her aggression surprised you a little.  She always kept it classy in public, not a hair out of place. It seemed you had pushed her over the edge this time and you were enjoying it a little too much.

Carla didn’t speak but gave you the coldest look you had ever received from her hazel eyes.  She looked ready to kill and you silently wondered if you would be Las Encinas’ next victim.  You didn’t really mind as long as she fucked you first.

Deciding you had been difficult enough, you allowed her to take the glass from your hand and place it on the table.  With another tug of your arm you were letting go of Guzman and sliding off his lap.  He protested but you didn’t acknowledge him.  He had finished his duty of keeping you warm until Carla rescued you.

In a blur you were weaving through the crowd, wobbling on your heels at the pace Carla was dragging you at, and then climbing the stairs.  Carla opened the first door on your right and pushed you inside.  You immediately recognized it as Guzman’s room.

You stumbled into the large room from the force of Carla’s shove, eventually losing your footing and falling onto the soft carpet.  On all fours, you peeked over your shoulder to see Carla slam the door behind her.

But she didn’t move toward you.  She just watched you, one hand still on the door knob and the other moving to sit on her hip.  Now that you were alone, the look in her eyes was a bit less violent but still intense.  She looked hungrier than ever.

“God, you look so much better on your knees,” she said, her eyes shamelessly devouring you.  “Looking up at me.”  Her lips twitched upward, reminiscent of a smile.  These were the moments she enjoyed the most.

You pushed your hands off the ground and sat back on your knees.  You gathered your hair on your far shoulder, giving Carla a better view of your long neck and devilish eyes.

“But I leave you for one second and you’re out there riding his dick in front of everyone like his little slut,” Carla hissed.  She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a couple times and shook her head disapprovingly, scolding you like a child.

You mocked her attempts to chastise you with a condescending laugh.

“Don’t be jealous that his dick is bigger than yours,” you said, looking over your shoulder to show your shit-eating grin.

She didn’t seem to take your comment lightly as her jaw noticeably clenched and her grip on the door knob tightened.

“I would watch what you say, princesa,” she said, tilting her head.  Even if she was the Marchioness’ daughter, she had always called you royalty.  The title fit you too well.  “Things will only get worse for you later.”

She took a confident stride toward you, enjoying the way your smile slowly diminished.  Images flashed behind your eyes of what “later” could possibly be.

The feeling in your stomach was so strange.  You hated being dominated by anyone, but for some reason, when it was Carla, you felt an uncontrollable pulse between your legs.  You were practically begging her to shut you up.

“I don’t care how big his dick is.  I know he can’t fuck you how you like it,” she said, taking another teasingly slow step.

“That’s not what I was saying last night,” you said, that aggravating smirk returning.  “Actually, it was right here, on his bed.  You should have seen it, Carla.  I was just begging for him to go faster, deeper.”

You imitated yourself, letting your head fall back and rolling your eyes into the back of your skull.  You balled your fists at your sides, gripping onto imaginary sheets.

Carla’s next two strides were quick and put her right behind you.  She dug her nails into your scalp and fisted at your hair, violently pulling your head back even further so you were looking directly up at her looming figure.  You released an involuntary moan at the sudden pain, stretching your hands out behind you to brace yourself.

“I fucking warned you,” she said, her other hand cupping your chin to angle your face even further back.  Your mouth slightly hung open at the sight of her.   “But that mouth of yours gets you into all kinds of trouble.”

“And this mouth,” you started, voice strained by the way your neck was bending backward, “took his whole fucking dick,” you said with a sadistic smile.  "Every inch."

That was the final nail in the coffin, her expression morphing into one of red hot rage

Your hand instinctively flew to the back of your head and a shriek left your lips when she pulled you up by your hair.  She dragged you once more, this time to the bed, and tossed you toward it face first.

You quickly turned onto your back, leaning back on your elbows while Carla stood over you.  She placed her hand on your bare midriff, the skin between your top and waistband, before she climbed onto you, straddling you with her thighs.

Both of her hands quickly moved to wrap around your throat, instantly crushing your windpipe and causing you to drop flat on your back. Her slender fingers felt comfortable there as you wheezed pathetically for air, her nails digging into the skin for good measure.

“Not so tough now, are we?”  She hunched over you, ass up, as she brought her face so close to yours.  She grinned like a maniac.  If someone had walked in right then, they would have thought Carla was trying to kill you.

“You know he showed me all those fucking pictures you sent him,” Carla said, steadying the pressure on your neck.  “The pictures meant for me.  And in that fucking red set.” She scoffed at you, shaking her head.  “You wanna be his cam girl?  His pornstar?”

You threw your head back as your eyes began to roll into your head for real this time.  Pain never felt so good as you felt yourself pooling under your skirt.

“Fine.  Then I’ll treat you like it,” she said, one of her hands leaving your throat to grope your tit through your shirt.  She moved her face downward, leaving a trail of warm breath against your neck, eventually finding your collar bone.  She looked up at your twisted expression as she roughly bit down on your skin, earning a strangled noise from your throat.  She smiled into your flesh before sucking on the spot mercilessly.

It was like torture as she made it a routine, moving her lips downward each time she bit and sucked your skin raw.  You felt the blood rushing to where her teeth gnawed your skin, forming pigmented bruises.  She never tired of hearing the shaky breath you released each time.

When her lips had chased your skin all the way down to the neckline of your top, she was quick to grab the hem with both hands. She pulled the top over your head with your cooperation, leaving you braless and bare beneath her.  She exhaled a long, satisfied sigh.

“All for me, huh?”  Her eyes shifted from your face to your chest and back up again.  Still trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t give her a response.  She sinfully laughed, basking in the sound of muffled music and your relentless heaving, before her lips wrapped around your nipple.

You groaned low when her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, your hands molding into the back of her thighs.  Her other hand mimicked her mouth on your unattended nipple. You knew she always loved twisting, yanking, and rubbing your tits until you squealed and squirmed.

Eventually her mouth moved onto the smooth skin of your breast, marking you up yet again. You rolled your eyes, wondering where this sudden obsession had come from.  She always liked to keep you clean and free of noticeable hickeys.  You didn’t mind the change but you were beginning to grow impatient with the foreplay.  She had given so much attention to your top half you just wished she would give something to your bottom half.

“My god, Carla, could you be any slower? At least he fucked me in the end,” you said in a raspier voice, pulling on the skin of Carla’s thighs.

Carla rolled her eyes back at you, momentarily detaching her mouth from your chest.

“So fucking loud,” she mumbled, speaking more to herself than you.

She wasted no time stripping her hand from your tit and pushing two fingers past your lips and into your mouth.  She was content when her fingers slid in with ease and pushed down your throat.  You didn’t mind sucking on her like a popsicle as she pulled them out and then pushed them a little deeper.  Her lips quirked upward as she absorbed the sight before her.  Each time her fingers disappeared into your head she could feel the spot between her legs heating up.

“Good girl,” she said, gently holding your cheek with her other hand.  She leaned down to give your chin an appreciative kiss.  “Bet he couldn’t go that deep,” she said following a particularly rough thrust.  She chuckled lowly, not breaking eye contact.

She returned to your tits only for a few more seconds before pulling her head back to view the entire, perfect sight of you.  The hickeys were already beginning to darken on your skin leaving you perfectly bruised and battered.  That plus you bobbing on her fingers was a beautiful scene.  One that had to be shared.

She pulled her hand from your mouth tantalizingly slow, allowing the saliva to create sticky strings between your lips and her fingers.  She eyed them curiously, slowing her movements to prolong the strings before they broke.  Then she carelessly rubbed her fingers across your chest and down the valley of your breasts, leaving a visible trail of spit in her wake.

“What a pretty slut,” she said, her eyes devouring you like a piece of meat, enjoying the slightly tired look in your eyes.  She made you feel unusually small.  “I wonder what Guzman would think.”

Without missing a beat, Carla reaches for her back pocket and pulls out her phone.

“Carla,” you whined like a child, turning your head to the side, and burying your cheek into the sheets.  You were never camera shy but this moment of vulnerability was different.  If you had known this was her intention all along then maybe you wouldn’t have let her fuck you up so badly.  No one was ever meant to see you like this.  No one but her.

“Come on, you didn’t have a problem sending him those pictures.  What’s a few more?” she said while petting your cheek.  She held the phone above you, just out of reach, where she could capture the entirety of your bare top half.

She hums in satisfaction watching your sweaty body under the lens.  Your hair is cinematically sprawled across the sheets while the saliva coating your lips, chin, and chest shines under the dim lighting.  Your neck is slightly red from Carla’s ironclad grip and your chest is adorned with darker shades from the excellent work of Carla’s teeth and lips.

“He’s gonna cream his pants when he sees this,” she says, sucking her lips into her mouth.  She was getting a little too anxious looking at you.  “Smile, cariño,” she says, her own grin decorating her face.  She grabs your chin and forces you to look up at her and the camera.  Your eyes are barely open but it doesn’t matter.

She snaps the picture before you can even react.

“Gorgeous,” she says, letting her free hand trail gently down your neck.  She intentionally presses her fingers into a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting a groan from your lips.  “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“Carla,” you whine once more, throwing your head back in frustration and further imprinting your nails into her thighs.  You hated how much she was ruining your plans.  Guzman was just meant to be a distraction while Carla was supposed to make you cum all over her fingers.  Instead, Carla was slutting you out to Guzman and you were nowhere near cumming.

“Shut up.  You did this to yourself,” she said, her hand gliding past your chest and scratching your stomach.  “You should have never sent him those pictures.”

Both of her hands move to the waistband of your skirt while still clutching the phone.  She’s harsh in the way she rips the skirt down your thighs, creating some friction between the clothing and your skin. She slightly adjusts herself and bends your knees to fully remove it, leaving you in just a pair of lace panties.

She presses her palm against your clothed pussy and only laughs in yet another mockery of your state.

“Good god, you’re just dying to be fucked dumb, huh?” she says, beginning to palm the wetness that seeped through your panties.  She situates herself in between your legs, allowing you to push your knees further outward, helping to aid the aching feeling inside you.  Her sly smile widens, glad to have broken your hard exterior.  “Already spreading your legs?  You’re too easy.”

Her fingers push your panties aside and dip into your soaking pussy.  She refuses to give your clit any attention as she swipes her fingers against your slit.  A throaty sigh pushes its way past your lips, your hands finding solace cupping your tits.

“D’you want me to take this off for you?” she says, tugging at the waistband of your panties.

You hum in agreement, looking up at her through your eyelashes.

“Then ask nicely,” she demands, her eyes straying from your pussy to stare at you expectantly.

You can’t help but groan irritatedly.  She knows how much it hurts your ego to ask nicely for anything, let alone this.  She thrives off making you feel the worst before making you feel your best.  You push away your pride in hopes of feeling that sweet release.

“Please, Carla,” you plead rather dully, breaking eye contact in a forced attempt to get what you want.

“I think you can do better.  Look at me and tell me what you want,” she says, leaning her face down toward yours, forcing you to meet her eyes.  She brushes her thumb against your clit for some encouragement.  It seems to work as you let go of any last bit of dignity and look straight into her.

“Please, Carla, just fuck me.  Take it off and fuck me with your fingers.”

The hidden desperation in your voice clicks something into place.  You swear you see her eyes light up as she instantly obeys, removing your panties in a flash, leaving you completely naked beneath her.  She moans loudly at the sight of your bare pussy, pushing her hair back so she has the perfect view.  You spread your legs a little further, enticing her to reach out and feel you.

She does, now pressing her thumb roughly into your clit, and reveling in the starved noise you make.  She watches the muscles in your face tense as she rubs consistent circles against your clit, enjoying each element of your expression.  All the sucking and biting and teasing had already made you a swollen, soaked mess.  It only made toying with you even more fun.

Carla gradually sped up her slow movements, earning increasingly louder squelches from your pussy and increasingly louder moans from your wet lips.  She could feel her own panties dampening from your distraught noises.

“You even sound like a pornstar.  Fucking whore,” she says, as your hips slightly buck up in pleasure.  “You want me inside of you?”

“Please, please, Carla,” you beg, every sign of the brat you once embodied having faded into oblivion the second she laid fingers on your pussy.  “Fuck, I need you inside of me so bad,” you say in one breath, practically moaning your words.

“Fine,” she says, slowing the rotations on your clit.  You watch her rub your pussy with one hand and hold the phone above you with the other.  She points it directly at your entrance.  “Be a good girl for the camera, okay?”

She doesn’t wait for your response as she slowly begins pushing her finger into your hole.  You can only assume she’s recording as your back arches off the mattress, feeling her slender finger dig so deep inside of you.  The pleasure is almost instant when your pussy consumes her entire finger and you release a guttural moan.

“You say he fucked you but you’re still so god damn tight,” she says, her eyes darting between your pussy and the phone screen, making sure she’s capturing the perfect angle.  Her exaggerated laugh rubs salt in Guzman’s wound. “Hold your legs up, baby.  I want to see all of you,” she says.  You immediately obey, grabbing under both your thighs and pulling your knees up to your chest.  “That’s better.”

Another moan leaves your lips, feeling the stretch more intensely with your legs spread even wider.  She takes it as a sign to pull her finger halfway out and then push it back in, slightly deeper.  She does it agonizingly slow, building a steady wave of pleasure.  She repeats herself, once, twice, three times, pushing in and out of you at a deliberate pace, leaving you a whining mess.  You lose count as you grow impatient, wishing she’d thrust into you like a mad man as she had done many times before.

“Please, Carla, faster,” you beg, opening your eyes to look down at her.  She moves the camera up your body, capturing your raised legs, bouncy tits, and blissed out expression.

“Sorry, what was that?” she teases, smirking behind the phone, forcing you to be louder for the video.  Her attempts to soothe you with her thumb on your clit are futile.

“Faster, fuck me faster, please,” you whine, throwing your head back, hopefully out of view of the camera.

She doesn’t necessarily oblige but she does add a second finger when she pushes into your pussy again.  You moan louder at the slight stretch, your insides twisting into a tight knot.  She curls her fingers delightfully at the end of the thrust, only making the feeling even stronger.

She puts the camera directly over your face.

“Open your eyes, cariño,” she says.  You listen, looking up at the camera, hoping she’ll reward you for following her command.  “Who’s fucking you so good?”

When you don’t respond immediately, she prompts you by driving into you a little harder.

“You,” you instantly moan out, your hips chasing her hand.  You fight the urge to shut your eyes

“Who?”

“You, Carla,” you moan when she curls her fingers sharply, staring into the lens.  When you notice her pick up speed with her thrusts, you begin repeating her name like a prayer, hoping it’s the key word.

“Who makes you feel good inside?”

“Who makes you squirt all over the sheets?”

“Who do you belong to?”

The answer is always “Carla.”

She’s still not fucking you nearly hard enough but it’s faster than how she started.  You feel your pussy throb and her fingers hit the right spot each time.  Your tits are slightly shaking as she increases speed while your spine forms a permanent arch.  You allow yourself to be as loud as possible in hopes of pleasing her, in hopes that she’ll let you cum.  All the while she captures each godly move of your body and her fingers.

But eventually, after what feels like a lifetime, she ends the video.  She throws her phone across the room and smiles down at you.

“The only thing that will be as good as fucking you is seeing his face when he opens this video,” she says, her hands leaving your pussy to cup your face.  She leans down and attacks your lips with a devastatingly smooth and wet kiss, her starved lips moving intensely against yours  You can barely reciprocate with the delicate state that you're in.

You almost start to complain about the emptiness of your pussy, but she suddenly ducks down, hooking her arms under your thighs and burying her face between your legs.

“If I were you, I’d start praying.  Pray to God that I’ll let you cum.”

why am i lowkey feeling guzman and carla threesome??

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How To Be Good (Dom!Nanami x sub!Self-Insert!Reader Pet Play 18+ One Shot) 

Art by "bureichi" on Twitter

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Pairing: Kento Nanami x Self-Insert!Reader

Synopsis: In which Nanami has to give you some lessons on being an obedient little kitty and behaving yourself when you’re alone when you keep sending him videos to his phone while he is at work. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black, Fem & a Self-Insert; Pet Play; Dom/sub Dynamics; Brat Taming; Master Kink; Mutual Oral; Deepthroat; Facefucking; Spanking; Collaring; Nanami Fucks You Till You Cry; Cum Play; Unprotected PIV Sex; Doggystyle; Missionary; Unprotected Creampie; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: This is another request fill for my favorite reader & VA @curiouscutie143! Thank you for always trusting me to write your fantasies & believing in my talent. Enjoy! -Jazz

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"You wanna be a good kitty for me tonight?"

As soon as you hear the door unlock with a click, the alarm system already disabled, your body comes to life. 

Your heart races in your chest, your blood grows hot, and you feel as if you’ve just stepped into a pit of lava with how warm you feel despite your man’s button-down shirt draped over your plump, semi-naked body. 

You sit up in your queen-sized bed and immediately look at the bedroom door. You hear his footsteps stomping across the hardwood floor; his car keys jingling as he puts them in the ceramic bowl next to the door where you also hold yours; the buttons and zipper to his wool coat as he takes it off. 

Then he speaks: “Honey,” he calls in his deep, velvety voice, “I’m home.” You find your voice and answer him, calling, “I’m upstairs, baby!” from your shared bedroom. 

Quickly, you check the bed to make sure everything is hidden from your time here and fix the shirt draped over your body. You usually toss on one of his shirts when you happen to be home when he isn’t here. Today, you were off from work, so you tossed one of his button-downs, loving the way it feels on your skin and how much bigger it is on you, making you feel like you’re wearing a dress. 

You don’t have time to check your hair which cascades down your back in messy curls before he comes up the steps and appears in the doorway. No matter how many times you see Nanami, you’ll always be taken aback by how sexy he is: tall and broad; trimmed blonde hair in an undercut that makes him look more sophisticated; a sharp chin and cheekbones. Even under his shades, his look still steals your breath away. 

He comes in still wearing his work suit and shoes, placing his briefcase and phone on the floor by the door.  “Baby,” you say with a smile. Immediately, you slide off of the bed and meet him halfway with a hug. “Welcome home. How was work?” 

He wraps his long, muscular arms around you, enveloping you in the scent of his cologne. “Oh, it went well,” he replies, his chest rumbling against your cheek. “Thank you for asking. How was your day?” He peers his head down at you, so much taller and bigger than you. You just love big men who make you feel small despite your size. Nanami is definitely one of them. 

“Pretty good!” you chirp. “After I came back from the gym, I came back here and chilled. I missed you though.” You pull away to look up at him, nearly getting whiplash from how tall he is. He takes his glasses off and peers down at you, those eyes filling you with warm tingles and sensations. 

“Mmm-hmm, I can tell,” he replies, his gaze roaming over your fame in his shirt. “What else did you do today while I was gone?” You pause, thinking back to all the things you did during your day off. Anything to play innocent. “Um…cleaned, did laundry, went grocery shopping, and…oh, I made dinner! Chicken karaage and brown rice with your favorite sake.” 

You give him a warm, loving smile. Though he doesn’t return it, his hand lovingly strokes your cheek, making your stomach flip. “Thank you, darling. I’ll have some of that later…but back to your day. What else did you do while I was at work?” Your smile fades then. His expression doesn’t change and he doesn’t tear his eyes away from yours. “I…don’t know,” you reply though weakly. 

Nanami’s blonde brow quirks at your answer. “You don’t know,” he parrots. You slowly shake your head. You both know that you’re lying straight through your teeth. “You didn’t send me any messages while I was at work? Any texts or videos?” 

You can feel heat wash over your entire body. You’ve been caught. But still, you try to play the part of the clueless, loving girlfriend. It is part of the game that you and your boyfriend play. He knows what you’re looking for and he is counting on it. “What kind of texts and videos?” you ask, still playing innocent but you can slowly feel that facade peeling away the more intense Nanami’s gaze becomes. 

His hand moves down to your chin, firmly gripping it, emitting a gasp from you. “I think you and I both know what kind of texts and videos you sent me today, Y/N,” he firmly says. “Very not-so-nice texts and videos. Videos of you touching yourself and moaning like a little slut wearing those damn cat ears.” You swallow harshly, your heart beating madly now. “Where are they now?” he curiously asks. 

You lick your lips which have become dry, briefly wondering if you should lie. But you know that this will only get you in even more trouble. “U-Under the pillow,” you weakly confess. He releases you and strides over to the bed, leaving you feeling hot all over. When he moves one of the pillows aside, he shakes his head. There, settled on the mattress, is a headband of two black ears and a pink dildo molded into the exact size and shape of Nanami’s cock. 

He turns to you, his hooded gaze dark and intimidating like a storm cloud. “A toy too, huh?” he says, tutting. “So you were being bad while I was at work despite knowing what my number one rule is.” His hand snatches out to grip your chin. “And what is that rule, darling?” 

You swallow harshly, going over Nanami’s many rules in your head before zeroing in on the number one, all-time important rule: “Be good,” you exhale. He nods, a corner of his mouth twitching. “That’s right, and you broke that rule. You deliberately disobeyed me the moment you decided to take those videos of you rubbing that pretty, slutty pussy and stroking your clit with that dildo.”

His eyes narrow at you and you feel yourself tingling with fear and excitement. “I–” 

“Did you know that I was in a very important meeting when you sent those videos?” he continues, not even letting you get a breath in. “Did you even ask or think before you decided to send them to me? Or were you just too cum drunk and horny for me to care?” His grip on your chin tightens, making you gasp. “Nanami–” 

But his sharp look cuts you off immediately. “Who?” he asks, a growl in his voice. You realize your mistake and quickly backtrack. He isn’t Nanami right now. Nanami is sweet, quiet, and attentive. The man here standing before you is ruthless, merciless, and firm. “M-Master,” you correct yourself. “I’m sorry I misbehaved. I just missed you so much.” 

You see Nanami inhale sharply at your pathetic little confession, but it doesn’t sway him. “So you decided to fuck with me and make me hot and bothered in front of my boss, colleagues, and peers,” he accusingly says. “You got so bored here without me that my kitty just couldn’t behave anymore.” You weakly nod, your eyes flitting down to your feet, ashamed. “I’m sorry,” you once again repeat, your voice small and broken. 

Nanami runs his thumb along your bottom lip, watching the way it jiggles at his touch. “You’ll have plenty of chances to prove to me how sorry you are.” He snatches himself away from you then like you’re made of fire and he’s afraid of getting burned. “Now go get your gear and wait for me here while I get cleaned up.” 

Your body feels like it’s overheating at this point as your mind races with the many fantasies of what your man will do to you tonight. “Yes, Master,” you obediently reply. The corner of his mouth once again twitches, a small sign of your boyfriend that makes you softy giggle to yourself once he leaves. 

You do as he says and gather your gear together, quickly dressing when you hear the shower running. You dress in his favorite pretty, pink lingerie that you have, the kind that makes your plump ass look immaculate with its thong and has lace cups for your juicy breasts. You put on your cat ears and clip on your tail too, letting it swoosh around the back of your legs. 

When Nanami returns fifteen minutes later, you are sitting on the bed, knees tucked underneath you and your hands in your lap. When he sees you sitting there so submissively in your fluffy ears and tail, he nearly busts beneath the towel that hangs low on his narrow hips. You’re just as horny watching him leave the bathroom connected to your bedroom. His toned body and honey-blonde hair drip with water, your eyes catching onto each droplet that cascades down his tanned skin that you’d love to catch with your tongue. 

He keeps his eyes trained on you as he walks over to the massage armchair that you bought him two Christmases ago to ease his stress and tight muscles. He takes a seat and leans back into the leather chair, his legs open beneath his towel but the damn fabric not allowing you to see what you really want and need. The way he stares at you from across the room damn near turns you into a puddle, his gaze hot and heavy. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he teasingly says, patting his lap. “Come to me. Come to your Master.” 

And you do. Like a puppet being controlled on a string, you are drawn to him. You slip off of the bed and get onto your knees before slowly, sensually, crawling to him on all fours. You keep your eyes on him as you do while he can’t keep his off of your swaying ass, fake tail, and pretty tits that look like hanging fruit to him. When you finally make it to him, you stand and sit on his lap, curling up like a cat against him. He smells so good––a mix of the vanilla-scented soap and the Polo cologne he often wears. 

He wraps one arm around your waist while his other hand comes to stroke your cheek. “You know, I should be pissed,” he says as one slender finger strokes your chin. “I shouldn’t be this soft on you at all for pulling that shit, making me so fucking hard that I had to stroke my cock to those videos in the bathroom.” 

A hot wave of arousal floods you, making your pussy twitch. “Y-You did?” you ask. He narrows his eyes at you. “Did I say to speak?” he firmly asks. You button your lip, your heart thundering. “But since you asked, yes, V, I did. I fucked my fist to every video of you moaning my name and fucking yourself with that dildo like it was my cock. I had to do something or else I’d be walking around the office with a hard-on in my pants all day.” 

Your nasty mind runs wild with thoughts of your man in a bathroom stall, his slacks down and hand wrapped around his cock, pumping away and bitting back moans as he watches the dildo slip into your tight cunt again and again on his phone, just praying for time to go quicker so he could come home to fuck you himself. 

“It didn’t help that the videos were so fucking hot,” he huffs. “I’m supposed to have my head screwed on tight at work and yet, all I could think about was you playing with that slutty pussy in our bed.” You relish in his desperation, loving how needy you make him too. “I think you need to be punished,” he softly growls to you. “You, my darling kitty, need some lessons. And it’s a good thing I bought this to start with.” 

He coaxes you to get up for a moment and walks to his briefcase, opening it to reveal a black box. He comes to where you sit: by the chair, kneeling submissively for him. “Turn around and close your eyes for me.” You do as he says, gasping when you feel a leather collar snap around your neck. “I saw it at the mall last week and thought of you,” he explains. “I knew it’d be a perfect addition to your gear.” 

And it is! The pink leather collar with its tiny gold bell perfectly matches your ears and tail. It fills you with such joy, especially since Nanami bought it for you. He turns you around, helping you stand before him. “Now look at you,” he dreamily sighs. “The cutest kitty ever. You wanna be a good kitty for me tonight?” 

You nod your head, trembling in anticipation and excitement. You want his touch. His kiss. His everything. “Then get on the bed and hike that ass in the air,” he demands. “Do it now and hurry the fuck up. I’m too fucking pent up to be slow and sensual.” You’re counting on it as you move onto the bed and get into position: face down, ass up, just the way Nanami likes to fuck…some of the time. Other times, he loves seeing your face as you take his cock. 

You then feel him stand behind you, his presence equally thrilling and comforting, and softly mewl when you feel his hand stroke your asscheeks. “I’m gonna spank this gorgeous ass six times and every time I do, you count. Understand?” 

“Yes, Master,” you reply, but you can barely get the whole sentence out before his rough, calloused hand comes down hard onto your ass. SMACK! The sharp sound of his hand connecting with your asscheek echoes throughout the bedroom as does your gasp of surprise and pain when it settles over you. “I’m not hearing any counting, kitty,” he taunts you. “Are you once again disobeying me? Do you want to cum tonight or not?” 

At the mention of your orgasm being on the line, you muster up all the willpower you can to obey him. “One,” you whimper. SMACK! His hand comes down again on the same cheek, causing the stinging sensation to intensify. “Two!” you shout. He does it again, this time on your other cheek, but it hurts worse. “Three–shit, Kento, that hurt!” you hiss. 

The stinging, burning sensation you feel brings tears to your eyes and will no doubt make it hard to sit…but it also makes you wetter than you have been all day. “What do you think the punishment is for?” Nanami chuckles. “Keep counting, kitty. You’re almost there.” 

SMACK! He hits you again, biting his bottom lip at the way your ass recoils against his hand. 

“Four!” you sob. Then another, causing you to moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Five! Fuck, Keny, please!” 

“Please what, darling?” he asks. “Stop?” You don’t answer. You don’t even know if you want him to stop. “But you’re at the last one. Just keep counting.” He waits an excruciatingly long couple of seconds before his hand comes down to smack your juicy, plump, jiggly ass again.

SMACK! “Six!” you whine, squeezing your wet eyes shut against the pain. 

Nanami swoops in to caress your stinging ass in soft strokes and soothing, wet kisses immediately, praising you for such a good job. “Good girl,” he coos. “Such a good little kitty cat. You did so well for me taking your punishment like that.” You softly moan, enjoying the sweet kisses and touches that he places on your ass…but they don’t last for long. 

He stops his aftercare, staring down at you with those intimidating eyes. “But you still have to show me how sorry you are,” he says, his eyes demanding. “Get on your back and sit up for me.” Though slowly, you do as he says and settle onto your ass despite the sting, leaning back against your elbows with your knees bent. 

Nanami then wanders into the bathroom without a word, coming seconds later holding his yellow, leopard-printed tie in his fist. Your body reacts immediately, your skin hot and your heart pitter-pattering in your chest. You know what is coming next as he gets up onto the bed on his knees beside you, still in his towel. You look down, finding his hardened cock standing at attention and creating a tent under his towel. 

Looking up at him, you immediately show him your wrists and he takes the message. “Let me know if it’s too tight,” he says before taking your wrists and tying his tie around them. You watch his hands and his face as he does, loving how focused he is and how expertly he binds your wrists together, making them secure but not tight enough where it hurts. 

Once finished, he places your arms down in front of you. “Good?” he asks and you nod, giving him a reassuring smile. Then comes the part you’ve been aching for. Standing up on his knees with his eyes trained on you, he finally loosens his towel, revealing his narrow hips, V-line, toned stomach, and hard, thick, throbbing cock to you. 

You practically salivate at the sight, especially when he begins to stroke himself right in front of you. “You want this?” he asks, his hand slowly pumping his cock in your face. “Is this what you’ve been craving?” 

You feel your pussy twitch impatiently, your thong drenched at this point. You lick your plump lips to moisten them, desperate to taste him. “Yes, Master,” you softly moan. “Please…please let me taste you. I’ll make you feel so, so good.” Nanami’s gaze softens as he inches toward you, bringing his cock to your lips. “Oh, baby,” he coos, “I know you will. Your mouth was made for me.” 

Before you know it, his cock is slipping between your lips and you are forced to quickly accommodate to his size and girth as he begins to slowly rock his hips into your panting mouth. The groan that escapes his mouth at the feeling of your hot, wet tongue and lips wrapped around his shaft is one of yearning and need. He has been so pent-up all day. You can feel it in the way his cock throbs in your mouth as it slides along your tongue, gradually sliding deeper down your throat. 

Nanami’s hand moves to the back of your head, his fingers sinking into your hair. “That’s right, darling,” he groans, transfixed by the way you take him down your throat. “Take that cock deep in that mouth for me. You’re such a good little kitty for me, aren’t you? You want all of that milk, don’t you?” 

You feel your pussy gush at his words which means he is just as into this as you are if he’s dirty-talking. You love it when he gets like this. Even more so when he decides to slide his cock out of your mouth and replace it with his index and middle fingers. “Suck them,” he orders you. You do so, wrapping your plump, soft lips around his digits and gently sucking on them, looking deep into his eyes as you do. 

When he is satisfied, he takes them out of your mouth and trails them down to your thong. He pulls the tiny, thin string of fabric to the side and proceeds to rub your gushing, soaking, wet pussy with its puffy lips and swollen clit. You moan pathetically, your eyelids fluttering closed at his touch. “K-Kento!” you moan. “Kenny, baby, please!” 

He doesn’t allow you a chance to continue to speak because his cock is sinking back into your mouth again, making your voice muffled. “Don’t you dare stop,” he demands. “And don’t close your thighs either. Keep them open for me. This is what sluts like you get, you understand?” 

You nod as best as you can with his cock still in your throat, gagging and slobbering all over it as your thick, pillowy-soft thighs tremble with the effort it takes to keep them open as Nanami rubs your pussy. He continues to fuck your throat like it’s a toy, using your mouth to get himself off. The sheer force of his intense thrusts causes the bed to creak and your cat ears to nearly fall off your head. 

“Such a good fucking slut, I swear,” he huffs as he pumps his cock in and out of your warm, wet mouth. “You were just waiting for me to come home and fuck your throat…use you up like only I can. Only I can do this to you.” He then plunges his fingers inside of you, emitting a loud, muffled moan from you around his cock. “Is that clear?” he growls. 

He slides his cock out of your mouth, the long, thick appendage bobbing in your face and hitting your cheek as it does. “Yes!” you sob. “Yes, I’m yours!” You can feel your pussy tightening around his fingers, that knot in your core about to snap. “Then show me,” he orders. “Cum all over my fucking fingers like a good kitty. Give me that fucking cum, V. Do it now!” 

The way he raises his voice makes you finally unravel and you cum all over his thick fingers that continue to curl inside of you, flicking against that spot that makes you see heaven. A symphony of moans and sobs of pleasure leave your lips as you gush all over him, your pussy walls clenching his fingers much to his enjoyment. 

When your orgasm finally stops tearing through you and fades, you are left feeling spent and satisfied though sticky from down below. Nanami slides his fingers out of you and sucks on them, slurping your cum off of his digits. He hums appreciatively as if you’re the best tithing he has ever tasted. He looks down at you panting heavily, looking winded. “Tired, darling?” he soothingly asks. 

You weakly nod, too tired to speak. “Well, too bad,” he replies, “because I still need to cum and I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied and sure that you’ve learned your lesson.” Before you can even take a breath, he has you on your back and your arms up over your head, one of his big hands clamping around them. You squeak as he slides his hips between your thighs, prying your legs apart, and his other hand slides down to move your wet thong to the side. 

“Nanami,” you say, but it’s all you can get out before his big, thick, hard cock is sliding inside of you, silencing all coherent words. As if sharing the same body, both of your eyes widen and your jaws go slack as soon as Nanami is snugly between the wet, tight, spongy walls of your cunt. “Oh, fuck!” you whine, your eyes fluttering closed at the immense pleasure you feel. He only moves slowly for a few seconds, letting you get used to him after going so long without him, and then he begins to really fuck you. 

His thrusts are brute and precise, nailing your G-spot again and again and turning your pussy into mush. “Fuck, kitty,” he moans, his lusciously deep voice washing over you and making you wetter. “You’re so fucking tight!” He moves his hand from your tied wrists to pin one of your jiggly, thick thighs to the bed, giving you the opportunity to slide them down between you as if that will stop him. 

He catches this and roughly pins them up by your head again, giving you a sharp smack on the ass with this other hand. “Move your fucking hands,” he growls. “You’re getting exactly what you wanted. You can’t run from it now, kitty.” His hips piston into you harder, faster, drawing pathetic moans, sobs, and gasps out of you. 

He stares down at you in absolute awe, loving the way your cute tummy jiggles, how your brown skin glistens in sweat, and how slutty you look as you take him. “God, you take my cock so good,” he groans. “Bet you’ve been waiting for this, hm? Bet you’ve been wishing that toy was me.” 

He leans down to press his lips to your ear, pressing his muscular, lean body to your plumper, softer one. “Tell me how good it feels,” he whispers. “Tell me you love the way I fuck you into our bed.” 

“I love it!” you babble, delirious from the dick. “I fucking love the way you fuck me, Master! I love you so, so much!”

He leans up to look down at you again, his face flushed from the pleasure and frantically fucking you. He strokes your cheek lovingly, using his thumb to gently play with your bottom lip. You part your lips and invite his digit in to suck on it. “I love you too, darling,” he moans. “Let me show you how much.” 

You barely have enough air in your lungs or energy in your body to moan or gasp as he begins to pummel you into the bed, making the bedsprings bounce and the mattress creak under your body. He grabs your titties, tummy, and thighs as he fucks you stupid, squeezing the flesh and marveling at the way your body looks so good underneath him. It makes him want to fuck you until he fills you to the brim, claiming you as his own. When he realizes how fast he is fucking you, he stops and slips out of you, his cock still hard and slick with your wetness. 

“What’s wrong?” you pant, confused. You lay there on your back as he wipes his blonde hair out of his face and away from his sweaty forehead.

“Had to take a break,” he sheepishly admits. “I’ve had a long day at work and unfortunately for you, baby, you’re pussy is the perfect stress reliever. I don’t want to be that rough with you.” 

You can see in his eyes that he needs this and you need it too. Your pussy throbs and aches for him again, needing to be released. You sit up and give him a reassuring smile, beckoning him inside you again. “It’s okay, Kento,” you whisper. “I trust you. You can take everything out on me.” 

He stares at you for a moment, looking shocked at your willingness to be his good little kitty. Then, without a word, he rises from the bed and walks over to his briefcase, his firm, plump ass hypnotizing you as he walks. You sit up straight, confused and becoming impatient with this waiting. You watch as he takes something out of his case wrapped in red wrapping paper and brings it back over to you. You watch his big titties sinewy with fine, blonde chest hair and thick cock bounce as he walks over to you and then climbs into bed. 

“I got something else to go along with the collar,” he explains, showing you what is hidden beneath the wrapping paper: a leash with a clip to hook onto the collar. Your heart leaps at the sight, especially since you know what it’s for. “Is this okay with you?” he asks, concern in his eyes. “We don’t have to go any farther than this.” 

But you do. You want to go so far that you can’t turn back. And you won’t want to because you’re with him and you know that he’ll keep you safe. “I wanna try it,” you answer. “Go ahead, Master. Leash me and fuck me how you need to.” 

You see a lustful fire explode behind Nanami’s eyes before he helps you turn around and position you onto your knees. You shiver and tremble as you feel him tug gently on your collar as he clips the leash on and then wraps it around his fist. “Head on the pillow, baby,” he instructs you and you do so, hiking your plump ass in the air. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, showing you tenderness before he ruins you. “The safety word is “red”, okay?” he whispers. “Don’t forget it.” 

“Mmm-hmm,” you hum before moaning into the pillow as his cock sinks into your pussy once more. Your jaw goes slack the minute he slides in. You can feel all of him stretching you open, his balls slapping your needy, tingling clit as he pummels into you again and again. “Fuck, Kento!” you scream into the pillow. 

You then feel him tug hard on your leash, yanking you up by the collar. “Who?” he barks into your ear, still beating your shit up like it’s somebody that owes him money. “M-Master!” you whine. “Fuck, that feels s-so good!” 

“I bet it does,” he chuckles. “I bet you love taking your Master’s cock. And you’re gonna continue to take it until I cum, understand?” He tightens his grip on the leash, squeezing your throat a bit as he continues to piston into your pussy, making your ass bounce and jiggle against him. Between the choking, his dick game, and your tied wrists, you are losing your everloving mind, quickly teetering closer to that edge of another orgasm. 

“Master,” you whimper brokenly. “I-I’m gonna cum.” Nanami moans delightfully at that, moving in close to your ear. “My little kitty is gonna cum?” he teasingly asks. “Does she wanna cum all over this cock while her Master fills you up?” You frantically nod, your walls fluttering and clenching around him. 

“Do it then,” he demands, his voice horse and desperate. “Cum for me while I cum for you, darling. Please, kitty, give it to me! Fucking cum with me!” 

It only takes a couple more harsh thrusts to finally make that dam inside of you burst. “Fuck, Kenny!” you whine as the gates finally flood and you cream all over his cock, tugging and squeezing on him as he continues to pummel into you. 

He then slams his hands down on the mattress on either side of your body and rides your pussy to chase his own high. He fucks you rough and fast, making your entire body bounce against the bed until his body tenses and stills, his one hand moving to grip your ass. “Fuck, V, I’m cumming!” he groans. “Take it all for me, kitty!” 

And like a good, obedient kitty girl, you do. You take every ounce of his cum as he spurts inside of you, moaning as he does so. You gasp as you feel him spill inside of you, filling you up to the point of spillage. You feel something wet drip down your thighs as he gives you a few more slow, sloppy thrusts before pulling out of you. He slides his cock head across your asscheeks, coating it in his cum, humming as he does so. 

You lay on the bed, completely drained, sore, and so, so satisfied. Nanami presses a kiss to the middle of your back and trails his lips downward, peppering your skin in hot, gentle kisses. You softly giggle as he does, still lying in the afterglow.

“Good kitty,” he whispers, stroking your hair. “Now let’s get you into the bath, darling.” 

You let him scoop you up from the bed and walk you into the bathroom to soak in a hot bath, bringing a lovely end to his sexy return home and creating a wonderful end to an evening with just the two of you. 

#smutty smut #black fanfic writer #my works #black coded reader #black writers #my fic shit #my one shots #request fill #18+ one shot #nanami smut #nanami x black!reader #nanami x fem!reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami kento #jjk smut

[ilygetou]

WEEK TWO DAY ONE | NON CON + DEGRADING. FT. ARMIN ARLERT.

PAIRING: armin alert x fem! reader.

C/W: non consensual, creampie, degrading, slight brat-taming, mean! armin, cursing, kinda of ooc cause armin is very sweet & nice but he's very mean here, MINORS DNI!!

N0TE: bro this is kinda rushed + i'm slowly starting to lose motivation for kinktober since my posts aren't appearing in the tags.

P.S: not much degrading, since i forgot this was supposed to have so much degrading in it, sorry for the girlies that have a degrading kink and have been waiting for this, i failed you </3

armin was tired of it. he was tired of you using him. he was so tired of you talking to him just for work.

notes? armin. homework? armin. classwork? armin. projects and assignments? armin.

“armin, homework?” you would always ask to copy form him and he always answers you with a grin on his face, his eyes soft as he hands you the work. even though, deep down, armin was filled with hatred and loathe.

armin is disgusted by you, armin hates you.

but always late at night, armin would find himself fisting his cock to the thought of you, getting off to the thought of you sucking his cock.

armin was more disgusted by himself than you, how can he get aroused by a girl like you? a girl that doesn‘t care about her friends or anyone‘s feelings – a girl who only cares about herself and doen‘t even know what’s happening around her, a girl who uses others to benefit for herself.

but still, everyday, every single fucking day, armin would be stroking his cock while he scrolls through your instagram and zooms on pictures of you with your cleavage out, your ass, zooms on your panties when you have your legs slight apart or when you’re wearing a short skirt revealing your panties to anyone who prays attention to the photo. armins least favorite part was the comment section, opening the comments just to find a bunch of men thirsting over you, along with his friends too.

he would always grip his phone with anger, and immediately log out of his account.

today, as soon as armin finished masturbating a sudden text from you popped up in his notifications.

“todays notes? pretty please :(”

armin huffs in annoyance, all of his hatred towards you comes running straight back. but armin still obliges, sending you an “ok :)” and then sending you the notes right after, without any hesitation.

but after days passed, armin started actually getting sick of you. why don’t you ask someone else for the notes? why don’t you pay attention in class? he was tired of it.

armin started ignoring you, his phone was blowing up with message from you and armin thanked god that you guys got a week off otherwise he probably won’t handle your whining and complaining.

this led you to showing up to armins doorstep, banging on his apartment door. “armin! s’ me!” and he would immediately recognize your voice, armin would let out a scoff as he gets up from his desk to unlock the door. And as soon as he does, you were met with a exhausted looking armin, eye bags under his eyes indicting that he has been studying the whole week with no rest at all.

without wasting a second, you invited yourself into his apartment, “what? do you need anything?” armin said, nonchalantly. a quick fake pout covered your face, “whaat? are you not happy to see me?” you whined to which armin clicked his tongue at.

you quickly brushed it off and went straight to the reason on why you’re here; “why haven’t you been answering my messages?” you said with your phone in your hand, shaking it in your hand while having the chat between you and armin open – showing him how much you’ve been spamming.

“m’ busy,” armin quickly said to which you frowned at, “busy doing what?” to which armin quickly response with; “studying.” you let out a scoff, “yeah right, for a whole week?” armin shrugged to which you clenched your fists at, “busy studying y/n, i don’t have time unlike you” you felt anger boil up inside you by armins words, “i’m busy too!” armin let’s out a chuckle, “busy doing what? busy partying? busy sleeping with a new man every day?” your eyes widened, “what the fuck, armin?”

armin walked back to his desk – he seated himself on his chair, and held his pen in-between his fingers, “do you need anything, y/n?” you almost wanted to say no but who else would send you the notes other than armin? “yeah, need you send me all the notes from last week,” a small smirked formed on the corner of armins lips he placed his hand on his chin before he started speaking.

“sure, i’ll send you the notes” a smile of victory covered your face before armin started speaking again, “but, only if you let me have s-sex with you” armin stuttered – his shy personality still there. your smile immediately dropped when you heard armin, “with you? you’re probably a virgin” you chuckled before armin got up from his place and cornered you between the wall.

“i am?” it was armins turn to laugh, his hands roamed your body, “do you want the notes or not?” armins hand slowly made their way under your shirt – making contact with your breasts. “i-i do!” your breathe hitched, your eyes widened. the armin right now, is a different armin.

armin tucked down your shirt, your tits bouncing from the impact, “no bra?” armin snickered before he started toying with them, pinching and twisting your nipples, enjoying your reactions. as you squirm underneath him.

his hand making their way downwards, toying with the end of your underwear. his pointer finger rubbing your cunt from above the fabric, creating a wet damp on your panties. “oh? you’re enjoying this? what a slut.”

you shook your head, “no, not a slut” you managed to let out – armin gripped your hair, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. “don’t lie y/n, don’t even try to deny it. i see you throwing yourself at a new guy every day, pressing your breasts against him as you ask for help with your homework later at your place just for it to end up with you stuffed full of his cock, am i right?” for armin, that was just guess. everything he said was a guess. but he knew he was right when he saw how your eyes widened at his words.

“seems like i’m right” he whispered into your ears, you were slightly trying to break free from armins grip on you – but he was way too far stronger than you. “don’t even try,” armin was staring at you from above, his eyes full of hatred.

armin carried you and then seated you on his desk, pushing his books and papers aside. armin forcefully spread your legs apart, “s-stop..” armin shushed you – a wide evil smirk on the corner of his lips, armin pulled your panties before he let’s go of them, watching as they snap back to your aching cunt “this thing is in my way,” armin spoke – referring to your white panties that was keeping armin away from your slicked cunt.

without any hesitation, armin ripped your panties, causing you to let out a gasp — “what the fuck! n-no!” armin let out a light chuckle at your reaction, his blonde hair covering his eyes as he laughed at your weak state.

your dripping cunt was on full display for armin, your wet folds and your tight hole fully exposed for armin to see. armin’s cock throbbed in his pants as he stared at your pussy, he licked his lips before he tugged down his pants, his cock sprung out, causing you to slowly back away.

“want you to help me” armin slurred, you shook your head, repeating “no” as armin got closer to you. “you can’t say no, no isn’t an option.” tears started to swell up at the corner of your eyes and armin could almost feel bad, but the memory of you using him encourages him to continue his vile acts.

armin gave his cock a few strokes before lining it up your entrance, teasing your cunt by pushing his length in and slowly slipping it out — his tip nudging your clit which made you cover your mouth to stop any sounds from slipping. armin then forcefully shoves his cock deep within your pussy, a groan follow right after. “pussy so warm” armin said as he slowly starts thrusting into you.

armin dick was dragging along your velvet colored walls, his thrusts slow and gentle, not breaking his rhythm. “already so obsessed with this slutty pussy, so tight & warm, fuck.” armin uttered. armins thrusts slowly turned into rough-fast thrusts, his hips bucking into you aggressively.

you finally decided to give up and let your moans fall from your lips as armin continued to ruin & abuse your pussy with his mean, rough thrusts. “you like this, don’t you? always having different men use this pussy of yours, s’ finally my turn” armin spat. slight groans left armin as your cunt fluttered around his dick, deliciously.

while armin was whispering degrading words into your ears, he was getting closer & closer to his climax. “oh fuck, getting close, shit.” his dick was hitting your deepest spot, that spongy spot that made you feel so good and made you moan out loudly.

your cries mixed with your moans had armins cock twitch inside your cunt, “ah — fuck!” armin hisses, his thrusts not losing their rhythm, despite turning messy and sloppy.

“g’nna cum, fuckfuck!” armin let out a loud muffled moan as he emptied his balls, deep inside your pussy. his hot spurts making you feel so full.

armins breath hitched, letting out low pants. as soon as armin settled down from his high orgasm, he pulled out of your cunt, slowly. his semen dripping from your entrance and ruining the desk.

armin hummed in satisfaction, a smile of victory on plastered on his face. your messy cunt, your crying face, that was all caused by armin.

armin was proud of himself.

“maybe, you’re g’nna have to do this everytime you want something from me, how about that?” armin questioned in delight. you couldn’t respond, just sobbing silently.

“will take this as a yes, now go on & get yourself cleaned — don’t wanna have you staying here for too long.” armin was ready to leave before he adds on; “ah, also, will send you the notes later, thank you for entertaining me for a bit.” you watched as armin left to clean himself in the bathroom, causing you to cry much harder.

no matter how much you cry though, armin was certain that you will be coming back here, crawling. begging him to send you all the work.

#aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #armin smut #armin x y/n #armin x reader #armin aot #aot x you #attack on titan x reader

[ravieisunhinged]

Christmas Day

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: Angst maybe? Fluff, Smut. 18+ only. Mentions of brat taming, unprotected p/v sex.

Note: I went feral. Also merry christmas, enjoy. 🫶🏻

Fucking freezing. That’s how it felt currently. But you needed to get up. You had a guest over. Who was that guest? It was Noah.

See, you and Jolly lived together. But this year for Christmas, it’s just going to be you guys. The others, well, were spending it with family.

Turning over, you notice that Jolly is missing. He must’ve gotten up already. You thought to yourself.

Sighing, you sit up, and stretch your limbs. Then, you decide to actually get up. You put some socks on your feet, with some slippers, then throw on one of your favorite hoodies.

After fixing your hair a bit, you walk to the kitchen, you were fucking starving.

As you approach the kitchen, you see Jolly cooking.

“When did you get up?” You ask him.

“Earlier. Figured you’d be hungry when you got up so I thought I would make you something.” He replies.

“Well, I appreciate it. Merry Christmas, by the way.” You say to him, kissing his cheek.

“You too, sweet girl.” He says.

Smiling, you kiss his cheek again then join Noah in the living room. You sit next to him, and watch whatever was on the TV. Which was a Christmas movie.

A bit later, Jolly walks in with food. After you eat, you set your plate on the table. Then you guys opened gifts, and it was filled with happy moments.

One of your gifts was a set of lingerie, which you left to go change into it under your clothes. You come back a bit later. Jolly had walked out of the living room to clean, and you and Noah proceed to watch movies again.

You were feeling a bit bratty, so an idea popped up in your head. You were going to make your boyfriend jealous. It ends with the best result. Always.

When Jolly came back he was puzzled as to why his girlfriend, you, were sitting on Noah’s lap. With his arms around you. He didn’t want to seem as though he was overreacting, so he didn’t say anything.

Although, he did keep his eye on you. You smirk, then lightly rock your hips back against Noah. His breath gets caught, and he makes a face. Then you look at Jolly, and oh boy. He was pissed.

You giggle, because you felt Noah get hard under your ass.

“Sorry.” You say.

“I- It’s okay.” He replies quickly. His face was flushed.

You kept wiggling to get comfortable on purpose, and Jolly was livid.

He decides that it’s enough, and grabs your arm, taking you upstairs to your room.

As the both of you left the room, Noah looks at his hand, then his lap.

“I guess it’s just me and you, friend.” He says before going to the restroom to “take care” of himself.

Jolly pinned you against the wall as you both reached your shared bedroom. You could feel him against your ass.

“Care to explain to me why you were doing that?” He asks in your ear.

“Doing what?” You squeak.

“Don’t play innocent, you know damn well what I mean. And that comes with a price, love.” He says.

“What does that mean?” You ask.

“See, tonight I had everything all planned out - but you had to act like a brat. Brats don’t get rewarded, I’m afraid.” He replies.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble.

“It’s too late for that, pretty girl.” He chuckles deeply.

You whine, and he raises an eyebrow.

“You’re whining already?” He asks.

“Shut up.” You say.

“Well, someone is being a spoiled brat.” He says.

“Am not.” You say.

“Are too. Patience, pretty girl. I’ll be nice, since it is Christmas after all.” He chuckles before kissing your neck.

Jolly then moves you to the bed, pushing you so you’re laying down.

Crawling on top of you, he leans down to your ear.

“I’m going to make you cum as many times as you can. Since you’re being so needy.” He says.

Your breath hitches, and he smirks.

“You want that pretty girl?” He asks.

“Please.” You reply.

He kisses down your neck, then moves to take your hoodie off, your shirt following soon after. You lay back down after he does this.

He groans as he sees that you’re wearing the lingerie he got you. The set was dark red.

“Fuck baby, are you wearing this just for me?” He asks.

“All for you, my love.” You say.

He smiles, then kisses down your body. Taking off your pants, he kisses your thighs.

You let out a small moan as he reaches where you need him the most.

“If you think you’re getting my mouth, you’re sadly mistaken. For the little stunt you pulled, I’m afraid not.” He says.

“But-“ You say before he cuts you off.

“I could also leave you like this. Begging for more. Is that what you want?” He asks.

“No, please.” You say.

“That’s what I thought.” He replies.

Moving your underwear to the side, he teases you with a finger.

“Fuck.” You whine.

He slips his finger into you, and you gasp.

“Fuck - more, please.” You beg.

“Since you asked nicely.” He says, adding another finger.

“Oh fuck, fuck.” You groan.

“Better?” He asks.

“Much better, shit.” You moan.

He continues doing this, and you cum.

He smirks, then takes the rest of his clothes off.

After making sure you’re okay, he crawls back on top of you, then slams into you.

“Shit!” You moan.

He rocks his hips, then pins your arms above your head.

Jolly leans down and leaves love bites all over your neck and chest. Marking up what was his. Making sure everyone knows who you belong to.

As he continues to fuck into you, your walls clench around him.

“Fuck me,” He says under his breath.

“Baby, I’m so fucking close,” You breathe out.

“I know - I can feel it. Cum for me, sweet girl.” He says, reaching his hand down to rub your clit.

You lose it as he does that and you cum hard, around his dick.

He releases inside you shortly after, then pulls out of you. A light moan leaves your lips as he does this.

He changes his mind about a comment he had said, then goes to taste you.

“What are you - OH” You say.

Tasting both you and himself, he moans. You can feel yourself getting close once again, and soon enough you cum on his face.

He pulls away, then kisses you, making you taste both you and him.

He rests his head against yours, and asks how you’re feeling.

“I’m fine - just maybe a bit sore and exhausted now?” You question yourself.

“I can run you a bath if you’d like, I’ll take care of you.” He suggests.

“Please.” You squeak.

“As you wish, my sweet girl.” He says, kissing you again.

He picks you up and carries you to the restroom, making you sit on the counter while he gets the bath ready. Then he helps you take the lingerie set off (which would later need to be washed), and places you in between his legs.

After the both of you get clean, and into clean clothes, you go back downstairs to relax. It was very late by the time you got done.

As you approach the living room, Noah glares at the two of you.

“About fucking time you got done, I was beginning to worry you were killing her or something.” He says.

“I’m fine, just exhausted.” You chuckle.

“Don’t do that again by the way, unless your boyfriend here wants to watch me rail you.” He says.

“Uh - maybe we can discuss this another time.” Jolly says as your cheeks flush.

“Noted. How about some movies?” Noah suggests.

You and Jolly nod, then go to sit on the couch, cuddling against each other.

You begin to wonder what could top Christmas this year.

#bad omens fanfiction #joakim jolly karlsson fanfic #joakim jolly karlsson fanfiction #joakim jolly karlsson fic #joakim jolly karlsson smut #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic

[twilghtkoo]

in which, it’s the first day of fall and you really wanna get into the spirit of spooky season

pairings. idol!haechan x reader (f)

genre. suggestive??, implied smut, established relationship

warnings. haechan is horny, pouty haechan bc… also not proofread cus im lazy

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it is the first of october, it’s the end of summer, it is fall. weather will be getting cooler, leaves will start to change colors and fall. your tv channels will start playing the seasonal spooky movies and shows. it’s your favorite season. and in your way to celebrate this big day, for you, is to go to the store and splurge on all the fall things. as well as dragging your boyfriend.

“are you busy halloween? should we do couple costumes?” you eagerly ask your boyfriend, who’s walking in sync with you with his arm hanging over your shoulder.

“you should dress in something hot.” he suggests, poking your sides that’s holding an iced coffee that you and him are sharing.

you roll your eyes at his suggestion, but you mentally take note on finding a costume to surprise him with.

while pushing the shopping cart, you both walk all the way to the back of the store where the halloween section is. the orange and black decorating the section of the floor, making you feel nostalgic, making you smile involuntarily.

your eyes set upon one thing, making you gasp and leaving haechan behind as you quickly push the cart. “baby! look, matching halloween socks!” you exclaim, staring at the big pile of a variety of halloween socks. ones with black cats, pumpkins, ghosts, skeletons, bats, you name it.

you didn’t get a response back, figuring that haechan went to look around another aisle. shrugging, you continued to dig through the pile for cute pairs of socks for you and haechan to match.

“baby, let’s get you this costume.” you hear haechan behind you.

turning around, haechan is holding up a black spider-man body suit. the random lady on the picture of the costume is doing the signature spider-man web shoot pose.

you scoff, “no.” 

“why not? fuck you’d look so hot.” he whines. he huffs, tossing the costume back on the shelf.

you smirk, ignoring him as you slowly walk through the costumes aisle.

“how about you wear this?” you grin, holding up the minion inflatable costume against his chest. 

cackling with the image of him in it embedded into your brain already. he looks down at what you’re holding only to push your hands away with a pout.

you smirk, putting it back on the shelf. haechan grabs your arm as he clings to you, he nuzzles his head on your shoulder, the top of his head is tickling your neck from his hair.

“come on, i can be mj and you be peter.” 

“isn’t it supposed to be the other way around,” you question. “peter.” teasing him with his english name. you know damn well, haechan just wants to be tamed like the brat he is. lord only knows what’s going through your boyfriend’s mind right now and why on earth he’s horny right now. 

you’re not judging, just enjoying him suffering with his thoughts.

“i’m not paying for it.” you simply state, casually walking away to another aisle with fall decorations.

lightly implying that, you won’t buy it but if you do i’ll wear it.

haechan perks up, grinning as he turns around to grab the costume in your size to place it inside the cart, triumphantly. he catches up to you as you place a small, clay, kitten that has a white cloth over it, and two holes cut out for its eyes. it’s ears poking through the cloth. you don’t know where you’re going to put this in your house. but it looked at you. and it’s cute. so in the cart it goes.

as he involuntarily smiles at your cute interests, he goes up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, peppering light kisses against the top your head then down towards your neck. 

he nudges your hair out of his way with his nose, before his lips attack your neck. you still in your spot, your eyes wandering the store to see if anyone is around you both. you’re pretty sure you would die of embarrassment if someone spotted you. 

you elbow him in his side, he only grunts in pain but his lips never detach from your skin. “can’t you wait til we’re at home or in the car.” you whine, but don’t put much effort in stopping him.

he knows your enjoying this just as much as him.

you can feel the heat pooling in your underwear, huffing. “ugh, let’s go pay for this and go.” you push him away before practically rushing to the front of the store to self-checkout. haechan watches you from behind as he follows behind at his own pace. his hands in the pockets of his joggers.

he’ll take you back to the store tomorrow and buy whatever the fuck you want, but right now he wants you.

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: Brat Taming w/ Maggie Greene

a/n: i apologize for being so behind on kinktober, but here's this to make up for it because i've been obsessed with maggie lately.

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Yes, you had to admit that you were being a dick.

I mean c'mon, who wouldn't be? This random guy shows up and all of a sudden he's all over her? It's not that you didn't like Glenn, but you most definitely did not appreciate the googly eyes he was making at your girlfriend, practically hanging off of everything she said, even having the audacity to act flustered around her as if she had asked him to have sex with her or something.

Okay, yeah, no one knew about your relationship, but who could blame the both of you? Maggie grew up in a religious family, as well as her father being one word away from popping his top due to the new arrivals, especially because of Shane. When the world had ended, you were staying the night at her house under the ruse that you hadn't had a “girl's night” with each other in ages, aka the woman was horny and pretty much booty called you. That was when you hadn't put a label on anything yet, Maggie being the hesitant one.

As you spent time taking care of her relatives and close friends that were quickly getting infected, almost all of them being led to the barn with each passing day, she realized that life was now truly too short to be afraid. Maybe that's why you were acting this way, because the relationship was still fresh, internally scared that she'd hop on the first train to a having heterosexual relationship. The sad part was that you'd let her if that was what would make her happy.

You had been giving her an attitude for the last couple of days, constantly shooting dirty looks at Glenn when he was around her, where you knew she could see you. The farm had been so busy lately, with the newcomers and finally having an extra sets of hands. You stayed behind as the men went out; doing the laundry, catering to the farm animals as well as preparing a hearty meal for everyone when they get back.

Trudging upstairs, you headed straight for the bathroom as you stripped naked, allowing the natural air of the vintage house to cool you off as you grabbed a rag, dipping it in a bucket of water so you could scrub yourself down. You wiped the dirt and grime off of your body, the chilly water cooling your pores as you finally were able to recognize yourself.

You jumped as the door opened, your eyes meeting Maggie's as she shut it behind you.

“Get out.” You said coldly, even though you wanted nothing more than to bury your face in her shoulder and deeply inhale her scent. “No.” She said darkly, twisting the lock. She walked up from behind you, placing her hands on your hips, the softness of your naked flesh contradicted the calluses on her palms. She really was the farmer's daughter.

“You've been ignorin’ me.” She drawled in your ear, pressing her clothed lower half to your ass, the denim scratching at your skin. A shiver ran up your spine as her breath hit the shell of your ear. “And you've been real mean to Glenn.” You just shrugged. Nervousness twisted in your gut as you tried to keep a steady face. “Oh, you don't care?” Her eyes grew dark as she asked, her grip growing tighter, pushing you back against her as you kept yourself balanced by placing your hands on the sink.

“No, I don't.” You said, pressing your lips together as she let you grind onto her crotch. The barely there friction was enough to cause you to whimper, head falling back as you indulged in her touches. Your eyes fell closed, a hand landing on your ass, gripping the irritated skin as she watched your reaction through the mirror.

“I don't think that you don't care. I just that think you're just been all pent up, ain't been touched in a while,” She placed a kiss on your shoulder, “My poor girl.” She cooed condescendingly. “I thought,” You breathed as she allowed you to grind against her once more. “I thought you wanted Glenn. 'Was jealous.” You confessed, tears springing in your eyes as the words left you.

She paused.

“Don't you ever say I'd want anyone but you.”

Turning you around, she slammed her lips on yours, invading your mouth with her tongue. Her hand caressed the fat of your body; from your shoulders, down to your breasts where she gently squeezed, twisting your nipples between her fingers, then tracing the stretch marks on your large stomach, allowing her fingertips to trail down your torso before finally touching you where needed her most. She traced your weeping slit, your body shaking in anticipation as she easily inserted two of her fingers into you, a gasp escaping your lips and falling onto her tongue.

“I don't know when they'll be back, so you gotta stay quiet okay?” You nodded as she worked her fingers in and out of you, the only thing audible was your ragged breathing and your wetness, which was dripping down your inner thighs. “Maggie…” You whimpered, hands clawing at her shoulders. “My pretty girl. 'Always ready for me too touch you.” Her thumb drew circles on your clit. “All you wanted was my attention, but you didn't have to be a brat—” Her free hand surprisingly tangled in your sweaty locks, tugging your head back to expose your neck to her.

“To get it.” She finished.

You writhed in her dominant hold, squirming as you drew closer to your release. Her lips hovered over the most sensitive spot on your neck before placing a kiss there. “If no one asked questions, I would’a marked you up purple and blue.” You clenched down on her fingers at the confession. “You close?” And you nodded, holding back as cry as she skillfully massaged your g-spot. For you being the only woman she had ever been with, she knew a lot about what to do.

“Can I cum, please?” You begged, knees growing weak and your mind fogging, practically pleading to let go to. “Will you be nicer to Glenn if I do?” You vigorously nodded, ���Yes, yes, I will!” She placed a kiss on your lips. “Then cum.” She spoke against them, and that coil in your stomach snapped, your body arching into her as you came all over her fingers.

Let's just say Glenn had noticed the difference later that day.

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[ethereallocs]

Spoiled Rotten-Modern! Sugar Daddy-Ser Harwin Strong x Fem Reader

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader

Content/Warning(s): !!18 PLUS!!, Brat-tamer, Angst, Swearing, Age-Gap, Smut, spitting, ass eating, oral Fem/male receiving, backshots, spanking, p in v penetration, hair pulling, and aftercare/fluff.

Summary: Harwin says he wants things to be casual, but he might not be able to resist you.

Harwin was a very busy man being head of security he was always making plans behind protecting his boss Viserys Targaryen and the rest of his family. He hardly had time for himself, no time to date or even make acquaintances. He was becoming lonely and longed for something more, but knew he’d never have the time for emotional relationship but he could at least have the illusion of one, right? He decide on a website “Seeking Arrangements” he was bit nervous the last “relationship” he was in was with Rhaenyra and she was married now so that affair ended just as soon as it started.

He scrolled through many pretty faces and was becoming a bit discouraged. Everyone seemed to be super submissive which he enjoyed, but he liked a challenge. Someone with a fire in them that he could tame and then he stumbled upon your profile. You were a platinum blonde bombshell. He clicked on your photo icon and scrolled through your pictures obsessively. Your profile description simply saying “I get what I want…😈.” He smiled at the quote and continued scrolling through your profile before quickly hitting the like button.

He was growing a bit nervous as the time went by. You hadn’t matched with him yet…You were coming home after a horrific date with a potential, but he was atrocious. He thought from your pictures that you were just some blonde bimbo and that made you nauseous. You swore off getting back on “Seeking Arrangements” but your curiosity was just too high. You started scrolling and the name Harwin Strong came up with this picture of this gorgeous man. You clicked on his profile looking to see if he was a catfish because honestly he was too handsome to be true. You noticed his occupation said Head of Security for Targ Tech Inc. and thought meeting him would be interesting.

You finally matched with him and he was so excited he felt like he was in high-school again. He knew he had to make the first move, but what was he supposed to say? He hadn’t done too much small talk or flirting for quite sometime and he didn’t want to come off as some awkward old man. He decided a simple hello would do the trick.

Strong_35

“Hello.”

Spoiled_Rotten_24

“Hey handsome.😘 You’re new here right?”

He paused for a moment smiling subconsciously.

Strong_35

“Yeah, I’m kind of looking for something casual, but I do want a connection.I don’t get too much of a personal life so I thought this might be the next best thing. What’s your name?”

You smiled at how honest he was.

Spoiled_Rotten_24

“Are you sure your not a catfish? I just figure the Head of Security for Targ Tech would have women falling at his feet ya know? 😂😉 and my name is Y/N.”

Strong_35

“I can see why you would think that, but my work keeps me too busy most of the time. That’s a beautiful name, babe.”

Spoiled_Rotten_24

“So if we had an arrangement how do I know you could give me enough attention. You should know I’m a little needy and crave attention.”

He chuckled while he smiled from ear to ear.

Strong_35

“I’m sure you will find a way to keep my attention..after all “You get what you want.” Right?

This was easier than he thought or maybe it was because of you.

Spoil_Rotten_24

“Don’t tempt me I could easily make you miss two weeks of work. I’d have everyone thinking you went missing lol.”

Strong_35

“I’d definitely like to find out. I’m free tomorrow night if you would like to meet me somewhere for dinner and we can see where things go?”

Spoil_Rotten_24

“Yeah definitely. Meet me at “A Bellagio” @8 pm. You better not be late. And make sure you dress nice.

Strong_35

“I won’t I promise and okay.”

You had did some quick shopping to find a new dress and heels to wear for your date tonight. You blonde locks were pinned up in a sort of Anna Nicole style and you picked a shimmery light pink dress that hugged you silhouette just right and silver heels. Your make up was light, but you looked like you were glowing. You took an Uber there figuring you might just be going with Mr. Strong tonight. You were pulling up and he was standing at the entrance waiting for you. You stepped out of the car and approached you holding his hand out so you could step onto the sidewalk safely. “Thank you.” You smiled softly looking into his eyes watching them cascade over your face and your body.

He looked absolutely gorgeous in his navy blue suit and gold accented tie. He was really real you thought. You had hit the jackpot. Young, handsome, and rich? You were probably going to have a whirlwind romance with this guy. Well at least that’s how you would like it to be. “Hello, Y/N. I’m happy to see you.” He pulled your hand to his lips. The warmth of them against your skin sent goosebumps down your spine. “I’m happy to see you too. I see you aren’t a catfish after all.” He chuckled at your u snarky remark and slid his arm around your waist leading you inside. He had already gotten a table for the two of you and two glasses and a bottle of moscato waited for the two of you to return. He pulled out your seat for you like a true gentleman and you obliged sitting down gracefully. He took his seat and poured the sparkling wine into both glasses.

“Moscato is my favorite.” You were gushing inside but you played it cool externally taking a small sip from the glass as the waiter approached your table. This was one of your favorite restaurants so you already knew what you wanted to order. It took Harwin a little while to choose but you didn’t mind. “So Y/N besides Seeking Arrangements do you do anything outside of this?”

“You don’t have to be so formal..I’m a sugar baby… But, yes I actually went to school for two years to become a Cybersecurity Specialist, but I started doing this to pay off college and then my passions moved over to have my own business. I own several boutiques around King’s Landing and they are doing well actually.” He was a bit shocked she really didn’t need to be a sugar baby so why was she. “So why are you still doing this? You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself.” You giggled taking a sip of your wine while you sized him up a bit. “Well, if we’re being honest I like being spoiled and I like seeing men do whatever it takes to make me happy.”

He took a sip of his drink and looked into those green eyes and cleared his throat feeling as though he was being sucked in. “So this is just for fun then?” You gave demur smile and nodded. “Essentially, yes. I hope you don’t mind it. What is that you’re looking for. I know you said something casual with a genuine connection, but I don’t understand. It sounds like you want to fall in love. A connection always leads to something more especially with the physical parts are involved.” You crossed your legs and your foot swiped past his leg.

“I do want love yes..but I don’t know I figured maybe I could find it with someone here. I know that sounds stupid.” You stopped him. “It doesn’t sound stupid. You’d be surprised how many sugar babies hope to be taken seriously. Sometimes I still wonder if I could find that person but so far it was only transactional.” It wasn’t took long before their food was being brought out you ate and talked. The two of you laughed mostly and connected a bit learning about each other childhoods.

You wanted to know about how he got into Targ Tech Inc. . When you both were finished you continued to talk for a while and before you knew it was late and you honestly didn’t want to leave him. He broke your train of thought when he started speaking again. “I have to work..tomorrow..I should get ready to go.” You pouted and sighed before a brilliant idea crossed your mind. “Harwin, do you think you could take me home, I took a Uber here.”

Being the gentleman he was he obliged, paid the ticket and they left the restaurant to go to his car. It was a Volvo with an all black exterior and leather interior. You weren’t too far away both of you seemed to live closer within the city and that seemed convenient enough for you. The car ride was silent so you decided to speak. “I enjoyed dinner tonight and I was hoping we could continue to see each other..” He looked over to her and smiled placing a hand on her thigh squeezing it slightly. “I was going to ask you once we stopped at your place.” He chuckled and she blushed feeling the warmth of his hand on her skin.

Pulling up to your place you sighed looking at him and then to your condos building while you contemplated your next move. “Do you want to come in?” He was a bit shocked by the offer, but he didn’t object to it. “Sure, you got any whiskey.” She smiled grabbing her keys from her purse. “Of course I do..” They made their way up to her condo and he was honestly like in a state of shock. “This place is way nicer than mine.” She smiled and guided him to her living room. “Maybe you just need a woman’s touch.” She slipped out of her shoes and grabbed him that glass of whiskey he asked for. “I’ll be right back I want to get comfortable. Feel free to turn on the tv if you’d like.” He did just that trying to use the whiskey to calm his nerves it had been so long since he had been with a woman he didn’t really know what to expect.

She returned wearing a large t shirt that stopped just below the cuff of her ass. Her hair was put up and her make up was gone and if he wasn’t already dazzled by how gorgeous she looked all night. Right now she was even more beautiful than before in her natural state. He was taken aback and took a sip from his glass. She straddled his lap and took off his suit jacket throwing it to the side. He hesistated but he eventually let his hands grab on to her waist. She smiled letting her hands rest on his chest. “Soooo, Harwin…I know you said your schedule keeps you busy but I want you to know I’m rather needy. Even if you get off late I’d still like to see you I require lots of attention or I’ll get bored.” He listened intently his fingers subconsciously trailed up and down her spine causing her to shiver slightly. He smiled at her reaction his dick jumping within his slacks. His growing length pressing hard against the fabric and against her pussy. He groaned as once she started to grinding against it causing friction. He eased both hands into her shorts realizing she wasn’t wearing any panties and instinctively pulled them down.

“Well, baby girl if you’re going to be mine, I promise to do my best at keeping you as happy as I can.” He muttered focusing mostly on the way her ass filled his hands while he pushed and pulled her cheeks apart. A hand slipped down slowly letting two fingers rub across her folds and press against her clit. He groaned feeling how wet she was already and smiled laying a harsh smack against her ass. “Who told you, you could get this wet already, Hm?” She yelped and bit her lip in excitement as his hand smacked her other ass cheek leaving a soft red tint behind. He smiled at the sight of it and looked into those beautiful doe eyes of her grabbing her ponytail pulling her head back and kissing her lips. She moaned into the kiss as his rubbed her clit in circles causing her hips to buck aggressively. Her tongue found it’s way into his mouth and savored the taste of it against his own. She pulled away and a string of saliva was seen and in the heat of the moment he grabbed her face forcefully opened her mouth and spit into it before pulling her into another heated kiss. She fumbled with his pants unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants letting the pulsating monster free.

She looked wide eyed and was anxious once she saw his size. It was long and thick and had veins throughout it with a slight curve. Her pussy jumped in anticipation and he chuckled at the look on her face. She was practically salivating so ready to taste him. He could tell and decided they’d please each other all at once. Without warning he grabbed her once more by the waist and flipped her upside down. With his arms wrapped around her waist and her delicious pussy in his face. With his forearms holding her thighs his rough hands gripped her asscheeks spreading them and her pussy apart. He licked his lips hungrily as slowly dragged his wet tongue from her clit to her tight rosebud before dipping his tongue into it. She gasped and relaxed into him feeling him devour her without even thinking. She grabbed onto his dick and shoved it into her mouth quickly bobbing her head. Her eyes rolling back at the salty taste of precum coating her tongue.

He sucked on her clit and began fucking both holes with his tongue enjoying both immensely. “Fuck…you taste so good, Princess.” She cooed with her mouth full as he pumped his dick in and out of her mouth causing such a sloppy mess on her couch and floor. The sounds of her mouth glucking and gushing and his moaning, licking and sucking filled the room. He couldn’t take it anymore and sat her down so he could stand. He removed her shirt and pants completely and removed whatever clothes she had on left. He admired her frame and slowly let his two fingers slip inside her. She sighed and he hooked his fingers letting them rub against her spot in a come hither motion. She trembled and the sounds of her juices sloshing around made him smirk to himself. “Are you ready?” He asked in a hushed tone and she nodded without hesitation.

He placed her on all fours on the couch her arms resting on the top. He looked at the way her back arches and the roundness of her ass and let one hand hold onto her hip while the other guided his dick towards the entrance of her cunt. He slowly pushed inside her and the feeling of her warm walls wrapping around him made a deep growl bellow within his chest. “Fuck…” She moaned softly at the way he filled and stretched her and she moved slightly to adjust a bit. He began to slowly push and pull in and out steadying his breathing. It had been so long since he felt this feeling and he want to make it last. She cooed in response letting him know he was making her feel good just as well. He rubbed her ass cheeks before pushing them together and picking up the pace without warning. He pounded into her relishing the sound of his pelvis smacking against her ass and watching his shake with each thrust. She screamed and moan in immense pleasure and her cum soaked his dick and balls as she creamed.

He lifted a leg up onto the couch for more leverage and grabbed on her hair pulling her back so that he chest was against her back while his free hand held onto her stomach to hold their bodies together as he looked down to watch her ass clap against him. “Shit…you feel so good, Princess. I need you just like this everyday…you hear me…” She couldn’t say much but he pulled her hair demanding an answer. “Yes…Daddy..” He leaned his back and laughed at that name. “That’s a good fucking girl…” He could feel himself about to release. “Can I cum inside you, Princess.” She whimpered put a yes and he continued to pump into letting her cum before he did. Just as her climax covered his dick his warm cum flowed inside her until it filled her up to the brim. They stood there just like that for a minute and he kissed her shoulder lightly. “Let’s take a shower and go to bed, okay love?” He spoke sweetly. And she didn’t object to it.

After their shower they laid in bed with her laying on his chest and his fingers playing in her wet hair. “I’m supposed to work tomorrow, but I’ll call off for a few days. I’ll take you shopping and we can go on a little vacation. How does that sound, Princess?” She rubbed his chest and hummed softly. “That sounds amazing, Daddy. I can’t wait.”

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[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Needy Thing Ain'tcha?" Bo Sinclair X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Hey, hey, hey! This fic is for the amazing and lovely @eggsandbeer birthday! It was on Saturday but as you all know I was at the con and she was so lovely and understanding and was more than willing to wait because she is the fucking best. She got a special version with her name in it but this one it has been scrubbed out per her request for all you wonderful people to enjoy! Hope you like this brat taming Bo fic!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.4K. Bo Sinclair X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Established Relationship. Teasing. Taunting. Bratty Behaviour. Brat Taming. Spanking. Man Handling. Choking. Vaginal Sex. Outside. Public Sex. Exhibitionism. Punishment. Dirty Talk. Lingerie. Degradation. Possessive Behaviour. Biting. Marking. Orgasm Denial. Implications Of Road Head And Cum Eating. 

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He wanted to impress you. 

You were just, fuck, you were something really speical. You were so good and cared about him and made him actually feel things, soft and warm and fluffy things, things that were arguably uncharacteristic for him.

He got a little swept up when he planned a date to help show that appreciation but he felt good about it, didn’t question it, and decided to just go with it. 

You were shocked he went so hard to be honest. He told you to dress up which already gave you some pause but you still did, and did so happily, he had told you he wanted to, “-show you off-” and when you stepped out of the house in that cute long baby pink dress, all sweet smiles he was certainly impressed. 

You slid into the passenger's seat of his truck as the compliment fell from his lips as easily as breathing, “Well look at you, fuckin’ beautiful.” He leaned over, a kiss to your cheek and you can’t stop the grin that spreads on your face. 

Your eyes scraped over him behind the wheel after he pulled away from you, “Lookin’ good yourself. Busted out the suit for this one, eh?” 

“Well I can’t have you showin’ me up now can I?” He teased with a grin as he turned the key and started up the truck.. 

“Oh no I am sure your ego would never allow that.” You replied easily as you bucked up and he reversed and pulled out. 

“Hey my ego can take a lot more than you think!” He argued with that smile still on his face and you sighed, “I’m so sure.” 

The drive took a while, you didn’t mind it, easy conversation flowed as the sun was setting, you were excited for a date night just you and Bo, going all the way out of Ambrose for it too was a refreshing change of pace. By the time you arrived you were really curious what he had in mind but he was refusing to give it up. 

You parked and got out, were led by him, a hand on your lower back as he ushered you in the direction of his choosing. It wasn’t a super hot night thankfully, late summer in this part of the country can be brutal, the breeze was welcome. You’d try asking again but you knew he wouldn’t answer you and the location he had in mind should be close now and how right you were. Down the street a few more stops and there you were. 

Soon seated across from him at a table in an admittedly very nice little French bistro, you had to give it up, saying to him, “Well I gotta say I am impressed.”

“Yeah?” He asked with that easy sideways smile that you loved, something warm playing in his eyes. 

“Yeah! Didn’t think you’d know a place like this.” You admitted as you picked up your menu and looked it over, he picked up his as he asked, “What? Is it really that shocking?”

You didn’t even look at him as you responded, “I never said that.”

“Implied it plenty.” He said quietly, looking over the top of his menu and you glanced up to meet his gaze, a small shrug and a coy smile, “What you get out of what I say sounds like a you problem.”

Oh you were being real cute. 

“Ha-ha.” He mocked and you smiled wider. Drinks and dinner were decided very quickly, you were pretty hungry and were excited to try it. You watched trays of food come by on their way to other tables and were dying for a bite. 

After your orders were taken he was looking across the table to you as you leaned back in your seat, your dress suited you so well, his eyes dragged over you in a similar fashion to how yours did on him earlier. During that, musing about how he wanted to touch you when he noticed it. The hint of black underneath that cotton candy pink. What did you have on under there? He wanted to know. 

He leaned forward, pointing to you as he asked, “You know in this lighting I think I can almost see through your dress.”

You scoffed with a laugh, “Oh really?” 

“Really, looks real pretty.” He started and you fought him off with a comment of, “And I think you must be imagining things.”  

He asked in disbelief, “What?”

“You heard me. Or maaaaybe you just wanna get under my dress.” You taunted further still.

“You think so highly of me yet again.” He sighed fondly as he adjusted in his seat.

He was being really nice tonight, really good to you but you were just in this particular mood that you happened to slide into, he thought you might catch yourself, reign it in maybe especially as he kept his mood even was still sweet as fuck to you. 

You didn’t.

You got worse, you got down right bratty. 

The warning look he gave you did nothing to dissuade you, if anything it spurred you on. You decided to make it worse, to tease him. You leaned forward, closer to him, pushed your chest out, let out the sweetest sighs and indulgent moans as you ate, let your foot slip out of your shoe and run up his leg, dangerously high on his thigh. Your foot was almost in his lap at one point as you eyed him, letting your fork linger near your mouth as you did. Your soft pink tongue between parted glossed lips running in the most tantalising fashion of the ends of the tines to make sure you got every last morsel of food.

It was infuriating. He was doing his best to be nice, to treat you well as a thank you for all you do for him and you were treating it like some big fucking joke. Acting rude and mean, making fun of him almost on any and nearly everything one second and acting like a little fucking tease the next. What has gotten into you? The worst part is he couldn’t do anything about it in public and he knew you knew that. If this was a meal at home he could have had you on your knees and “apologising” already, but that would have to wait. 

When the check was brought you were finishing your drink and didn’t even see how much it was but you teased, “Sure you can afford a place this nice, Bo?”

He grit his teeth and said, “I dunno, do you think you can stop being such a brat-?”

It was that tone that made you start to doubt yourself, him dropping your full name at the end like that. Maybe you went a little too far. He rushed through paying before getting up and motioning for you to follow with a curt, "C'mon."

The abruptness of your departure, his grip on your arm as he led you back to the truck and the silence that fell over you both solidified that worry. He opened the door for you and you hesitated, one arm was on the top of the door and his other arm was still locked on your bicep, he squeezed and leaned down. Heart pounding you held your breath as his eyes met with yours and he said with a small gesture of his head, in a tone as firm as stone, “Get. In.”

Shit. 

You really must have fucked up. You scrambled up into the passenger’s seat and as soon as you and your dress was out of the way enough he slammed the door closed making you cringe. You watched him stalk around to the drivers side and open the door, he slides in and you focus on buckling your seatbelt, refusing to look at him, eyes downcast. He shut his own door with much more force than necessary, you played with your fingers as a nervous tick when he did up his seatbelt and then started the car and pulled out of the spot. The best way you could describe his movements were angry, all tinted with frustration and a generally upset demeanour.

The silence kept up for a solid five minutes that felt much longer than that to you in the oppressive quietness of the car along with the tense atmosphere. 

He finally broke the silence by saying, “Not even gonna apologise, huh?”

You took that moment to glance over to him, he wasn’t looking at you, eyes on the road, his whole body language was screaming how displeased he was with you. 

“Apologise for what?” It left your lips without you thinking about it and you instantly regretted it. You were still a little too much in your mode from back at the restaurant and you were gonna pay for it, he laughed in disbelief, his eyes flicking to you as he asked, “You fuckin’ serious? Like you don’t know?”

He scoffed at the pause you took, trying to collect yourself for a proper answer and when you took a beat too long he filled in the blank, “M’ talking bout the way you were treatin’ me! I took you out to a nice fuckin’ place and you acted like a brat and a goddamn tease the entire time!” 

The way he barked that out, so harsh, it made the fear sharper, made a pit form in your stomach. Maybe you should just apologise but before you could he was pulling the car over and with wide eyes you asked, “Wha-what are you doing?”

He laughed again, a shake of his head as he parked the car on the side of the dark country road between the town you just left and Ambrose, “You wanna keep playing dumb? M’ gonna treat you like you’re fuckin’ dumb.” 

What the fuck did that mean? He left the car lights on, his seatbelt unbuckled and he got out of the car, he was around the front of it so fast and you made a move to lock the door but he flung it open before you could, “Uh-uh! I don’t think so!”

He reached over you, took off your seatbelt and you tried to get away, to the other side of the car to the driver's seat but he grabbed ahold tight, “You’re not gettin’ away that easy.”

He hauled you back closer, one hand on your face, gripping your lower jaw, making you look up at him and the other on your hip, the force of it was was near bruising, you squirmed and said through your slightly squished lips, “Bo, M’ sorry-”

“Shut it, s’ too little too late.” He said harshly, “Pretty lil words ain’t gonna sway me from this, you gotta show me you’re really sorry not just say it.” 

You had been in this position before, had to apologise with more than just words before but now you were parked at the side of the road in the dark you asked him, “Here?! Bo, please, I-I’m really sorry but can’t we go back home? I-”

He cut you off again, “No, no I don’t think so hon, normally I might listen but you gave up the right to ask for niceties when you acted like that and kept on fuckin’ pushing. Well you wanna push me? I can push right back.” 

You swallowed hard and he leaned in closer, his lips nearly on yours as he squeezed your hip, “An we both know I’m stronger than you, I can push a lot harder than you can.” 

You knew there was no fighting him on this. You decided to start to try to make it up to him, lessen this at all if you could, “What can I do?” 

“You can start by taking off that pretty dress so it doesn’t get wrecked.” He began and you hesitated, get wrecked? You knew he was capable of that, had wrecked lots of your clothes but how was he thinking of doing that this time, and he tsk’d, “Tick tock darlin’ longer you take the longer we are out here.” 

It didn’t take much for you to fill in the blank of, “-the more chance there is for someone to catch you both out here-”

He took his hands off you and gave you another chance, generously, for you to do it yourself and you took him up on it, stripping off the long pink dress and once you did he whistled low, “Oh so you are a fuckin’ liar on top of being a teasin’ little brat.”

He gestured to what you had on. All black ensemble, lacy thin bra that showed off nearly everything, barely covered your nipples, high cut hardly there panties, the little garter belt cinched at your waist attached to the silky looking thigh high stockings and your cute matching black leather heels. Shit, yeah, you did wear all this, sure your date would end the way it always did, with him between your thighs, you were fucking with him earlier and now you were going to get it. 

“I...I didn’t lie persay-” You began and his hands landed on your shoulders, a small shake as he said seriously, “Hon. Stop. Diggin’. M’kay?”

You needed to listen to him. A small nod as you were still holding the balled up pink dress, looking where you should put it and he said, “Toss it in the back seat.”

Isn’t that where you were both going to go? Were you gonna fuck on top of dress? That would ruin it all the same, wouldn’t it? You didn’t question, didn’t hesitate this time, you listened, threw it in the back seat and his fingers hooked in the straps of your bra and he tugged. He was taking a step back, you follow on instinct, out of the seat and falling in step with him as he leads. 

Outside, he wants to do this outside, of course he does. You are brought around the front of the truck, headlights still on, he shoves you over the hood, his hands on your wrists he places your hands flat. His body is pressed to yours, so close, his hands start low, on your thighs and then he dragged them up, rough, possessive. His mouth is on your neck, kisses start before his hands meet your hips, one hand sliding between your legs, fingers drag up over your clothed slit, soaked lace shifting and a spark of pleasure making you moan. He waits for it to sink in before his teeth do the same, a hard bite that makes you yelp. “You’re fucking terrible, you know that?”

You whimper out a weak, “Yes.” 

“Mmm I don’t think you really know.” He sighs, “But I’ll make you understand.” 

His fingers circled your clit for a moment before he pulled back. You missed the contact of him but you weren’t left waiting for long, one hand on your back and the other came down onto your ass, hard. The rings he wore made the spank have that much more bite. 

“You know you can’t be actin’ like that right? Just cuz we’re in public you think you can do anythin’ you want without consequence?”  Another hard spank that stole your breath and you nodded, “I-I know!”

“Oh she knows, does she?” He taunted, another hit, harder still and you let out a pained groan as he then asked, “So why’d you do it?”

You should be honest, another hit as he grit out, “Well?!”

Three more in quick succession that made you sob out, “I-I th-thought it’d be fun!”

He stopped then. You did too. Did you really just admit that?

He turned you, slowly. So you were facing him again, his hand slipped around your throat, it fit there, like it belonged. Your ass burned and hurt as he pushed you against the grill of the truck. His eyes bored into yours in the low light, “What did you just say?”

“I…I said I thought it’d be fun.” You admitted sheepishly and he sighed, his grip tightened, “That's what I thought you said.” 

He started to undo his belt one handed, you heard the jingling of the metal and the sound of his zipper shortly after, he talked the whole time he did this “You love fun, hmm? Just love havin’ fun even at my expense? How about I have some at yours?”

You whimpered as he choked you, grip tightened further and he said, “Get those fuckin’ panties off.” 

Your hands acted as if they were magnetised to the wet lace, your fingers worked fast, you dropped them down your legs and his hand that was now free after opening his pants was hooking under your thigh, “Leg up.”

Compiling was second nature when he was like this, you feel him lineup, the fat head of his cock brushed up through your folds and bumped your clit and you moaned, head tipping back. 

He choked harder, took more of your breath as he moved, pushed inside hard, barely any lube as he stretched you open. You groaned, a loud and long from the painful and sudden stretch, a moan of pleasure from him mirroring yours of pain and discomfort. Fuck, you were wet but he was big and with hardly any warm up, it hurt, it burned, he knew it and that made it feel better. He started to move, hard, fast, rough. His thumb stroked up your pulse point, tipping your head back further, you looked up at the starry night sky through tears that blurred your vision between the pain of him splitting you wide and the lack of air. You struggled to breath, his hand gripped under your leg hurt, blunt nails dug in, surely leaving crescent marks behind. 

“God you’re so fucking tight-” he groaned, his hand left your throat, palming on of your tits instead, a pinch of your nipple causing the air you had been sucking down greedily to blend into a choked moan between agony and ecstasy. He leaned down, bites over your throat and shoulder, more marks, hickeys left behind as filth was muttered into your skin, “Stupid fuckin’ bitch you know that? Ruining our nice little date night out, ha, shit-” 

He panted out, “Take it, fuck, take it-” 

As if you had a choice, every harsh thrust inside made you let out a weak sound, a near wheeze from from the force of his choking, “-cuz even if you are too fuckin’ stupid for your own good, you’re mine, all fuckin’ mine-”

And just as the pain was giving away, just as you were starting to feel the beginnings of real pleasure, as your tight cunt was slickening and loosing up, you recognize it, that tell tale falter of his pace that spelt his end and you were able to get out a small, “No, Bo ahh, wait, don’t cum yet-”

When his hand covered your mouth and he gritted out, “Shut up.” before you feel him shove in one last time, all the way, shoving you harder against the grill, the jolt of pain made you clench on him and made him groan your name as he held deep and spilled inside. 

You whined, legs trembling and eyes squeezing shut, fresh tears spilled, in pain, sore, frustrated, humiliated and exposed out in the open. He slowly pulled out after a moment, his hand locked over your mouth still as the cum immediately flowed out once he left, down your thighs, staining the tops of your stockings. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you released a sigh through your nose, you did it, made it through. 

He hummed out, “S’ a good start. You can use your mouth on me on the way home, clean up the mess.”

You clenched around nothing and more cum dripped out of your abused hole as he untangled from you. “Now get back in the fucking truck.” 

You listened, moved to your side of the car but before he got in he said, “You better not leak on the seat or you are cleaning that up too, you hear me? And what is that bra still doin’ on? Get those tits out.” 

He was being really demanding. Your hands moved behind you, taking your bra off and getting into the truck on your knees, blowing him would be easier like this anyway, right? Maybe if you did well enough by the time you got back to Ambrose at least he might let you cum sometime tonight.

#BHF writing #Hope you all love it #Bo Sinclair X reader #slasher x reader #Been a minute since I have done something like this

[moooxy]

Starved (18+)

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Mean!Eddie x f!Reader

Synopsis: Fed up of cold showers, you ask if you can use your neighbours hot water.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Cunnilingus, seduction, brat taming.

AN: i have tried so hard to make Eddie mean and it’s so difficult he’s too cute and soft ugh

With a sigh, you knock onto the trailer door. The door opens wildly, taking you by surprise.

“The fuck do you want?” A voice snarls, and it definitely wasn’t Mr. Munson.

“Is your Uncle in?” You ask, a painted smile on your face.

“Hey,” a figure appears behind Eddie, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hi Mr. Munson. My hot water broke again,” you frown.

The older man beckons you in, “I was just leaving for work, Sweetheart. But feel free to use the shower, Eddie doesn’t mind.”

You feel Eddie scowling as you skip past him, muttering your thanks to his Uncle. He quickly shows you how to turn the temperature up, before patting Eddie on the shoulder on his way out. Eddie continues to glare at you when his Uncle leaves for the night shift.

Eddie didn’t like you, if he didn’t make that clear enough. He hated your clique, he hated all of those freaks. He hated how you’d make fun of his friends at school, and then suck up to his uncle whenever he saw you around the trailer park. He hated how you’d help him with groceries when Eddie was out, how you pretended you and Eddie were close friends at school when in reality - you both hated each other.

It wasn’t one sided, of course. Eddie did tend to fire back, he even went as far as starting a fight with your ex boyfriend who was on the basketball team. You still remember that day, that lunchtime. You remember the embarrassment you felt as you watched your boyfriend get absolutely pummelled by Eddie Munson. You remember feeling jealous of the girl he pumped his pent-up anger into; you heard them in the locker room.

God you wished that was you.

But then you thought about Eddie’s retaliation, his hurtful words; you didn’t want to fuck him as much. He’s called you names before, insulted your daddy, got you in trouble with the teachers. As a result of this, you slapped him across the face one time. You remember the grin on his face when you did it, the satisfaction of successfully pulling a physical reaction out of you. He didn’t even mind the burning sensation on his cheek, he got hot at the fact that you laid your hands on him.

Now Eddie would never put his hands on a woman, but God the thought of putting you over his knee has crossed his mind a concerningly high number of times. He’s thought about throwing you over his shoulder and fucking the shit out of you on those goddamned bleachers he has to watch you cheer on at lunch.

He knows he needs to let you get on with your shower when he feels his dick twitch in his jeans. He wanted to fuck around with you first, but it was impossible to do so when he’s thinking vulgar thoughts about you.

Skeptically, you slide past him into his bathroom. You don’t bother to shut the door because he pushes through you and slams his bedroom door shut.

The hot water makes you moan, like audibly moan. Not metaphorically or figuratively, the steaming hot water draws out a real moan from your lips. As you turn up the heat, your breathing becomes irregular and weak - you haven’t felt hot water in weeks. You’ve been showering in cold water and finally decided you’ve had enough, so you asked Mr Munson.

Eddie hears you. Part of him wants to ask what the hell those sounds are, but they sound heavenly and he wants to hear more.

You take your time in the shower, and in a few minutes you hear Eddie shouting: “Hurry the fuck up.”

You sigh, “fuck off Eddie!” Luckily, you were pretty much finished anyways.

He wants to slam the door open, but seeing you naked wouldn't do anyone any favours. The look of embarrassment on your face would satisfy him for a few hours, but in the long run he’d have that imagine of you popping up everytime he thought about you.

“Listen here you little shit,” he’s enraged. The audacity you have to waltz into his house and use up all of his hot water? You must be fucking crazy. “This is my fucking trailer-“

The door pushes open, and there’s little old you standing there with an innocent grin plastered on your face, towel wrapped around your body. “Done now?”

You scooch past him, your breasts brushing against his chest due to the cramped corridor. “What are you doing?” He asks you.

“Am I not allowed a glass of water?” You say, reaching for a glass in the top cabinet. Eddie sees a bit too much thigh than he would like, and his dick twitches again.

“You’re not even dry,” he says, leaning against the wall of the corridor - right outside of the bathroom. He took notice of the water droplets on your shoulders.

“You didn’t exactly give me time to dry off. Besides, I wanted to ask if I could borrow a shirt?”

“Oh, definitely not. You’re pushing it now, girl.” He snarls, eyes turning you into dust with the amount of disdain he looks at you with.

“What am I supposed to wear then?” You say and he shrugs. “You don’t wanna see me walking around in your hellfire shirt?” You tease.

“Definitely not,” he spits.

“Oh please Eddie,” you whimper with a fake frown. “It’s either that or I walk around wearing nothing,” you tease; he gulps. Your lips curl into a satisfied smirk at his reaction, he’s nervous.

With your glass of water, you venture past Eddie and into his room. His room is decorated with posters, vinyls and his guitar is hung on his wall. There are condom wrappers on his bedside table, even a pair of handcuffs chained to his bed post.

“So you are a freak, huh?” You whistle.

“Get out of my room,” he grits his teeth. He’s tempted to pull you out by your towel, but he doesn’t want to touch you right now - especially not when you look so inviting and that towel hides everything he wants to see.

You poke your cheek with your tongue, a devilish smirk flashing across your face. “Make me.”

“Don’t play with me,” he sternly says. He finds a shirt in his drawers and tosses it at you. “Hurry, and get out.”

“Thanks,” you say sarcastically. You turn around and drop your towel, leaving Eddie gobsmacked. He wasn’t expecting you to change infront of him, and he feels his dick rise in his tight, denim jeans. His eyes instantly fall on your ass, your pussy peeks out and he almost groans.

He snatches your wrist and you spin around, clutching his t-shirt to your chest to cover your modesty.

“The fuck are you doing?” You spit. “Get your hand off me.”

“You think I haven’t noticed what you’re doing?”

You innocently wrinkle your brows, uttering a “what?” in confusion. He doesn’t buy it. Cracked, you finally smile deviously. “Don’t act like you don’t want me.”

“Fucking unbelievable,” he harshly drops your wrist and yanks the shirt from your hand. You gasp, arms covering your chest. “You are such a little shit.” And with that, his fingers drop his shirt and then they wrap around your neck; his lips slam onto yours.

He’s not gentle with the hand around your neck, he’s harsh. The pressure is hard enough to make you feel giddy but nothing more. His free hand squeezes your ass cheek, even venturing deeper into the crevices. You gasp when you feel a finger press into your pussy, but he uses this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. “Bed?” You mumble whenever he pulls back to breathe.

“No, you act like a slut you get fucked like one.” He snarls and he’s slowly pushing you into the kitchen. He harshly bends you over the counter, you’re greeted with a window across from you. Luckily, it’s dark outside and no one can see you naked and desperate for Eddie Munson.

He lands a slap to your ass before you hear the metal of his jewellery clink together as he gets on his knees. Like a starved man, he spreads you open and licks a deep stripe down your pussy. He teases you, successfully drawing whines from you before he finally digs into his meal. Hungrily, he’s lapping at your pussy and licking up your juices erratically.

“Mm, just like that Eddie-“ you moan out, fingers searching for something to grip. They find the windowsill.

He pushes a finger into you slowly, and the closer you get the more mercilessly he’s pumping his added fingers into you. The sound of his bracelets jingling, the wet sounds from his mouth and your own moans fill the room. God, the way he devours you from behind is so dirty - you love it.

He starts to struggle when you can’t handle it anymore, when your body betrays you and clenches your thighs together. He lifts your leg up, forcing you to bend your knee and he holds it above his shoulder as he jumps straight back into your pussy. The feeling of your legs stretched out makes the pleasure ten times more intense, and before you know it - you’re swimming in a pool of ecstasy.

He presses a sloppy kiss to your pussy and a stern slap before standing upright again; he has a spring in his step. You open your mouth to say something, but he’s grabbing you by the neck and kissing you again. “Taste yourself,” he rasps, and you moan. “Sweet as candy.”

The kiss leads to nothing, however. You try to touch him, but he pulls your hands away from his body. “You don’t want me to help you out?” You ask.

“You’ve had your fun, now do me a favour and- skedaddle.” He says, bored - he seems to find himself funny aa he can’t bite back his smirk. You scoff, yanking the shirt on his bedroom floor over your head. You go into the bathroom and gather your clothes, slipping your panties and shorts on.

“Asshole,” you spit.

You grab your shoes, not bothering to put them on. “See you at school, princess.” He smiles as you leave his trailer, walking barefoot back home.

He leans against the doorway, grinning as he flips you off when you turn around to look at him. His gaze is trained on your ass, and then he notices that you took his favourite shirt; his fucking Hellfire Club shirt. He knows what that means; he needs to get it back, and he knows you did this on purpose.

Part 2: Tasty

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The Informant PT 7- Miguel x F!Reader

The end is near~ I wanted to return to kind of the original idea I had of the reader since things got hectic, but old habits die hard~ So why not stress our new boyfriend out 😉

Part One Prev Chap

CW: fem reader, mdni, author knows some Spanish, Afro-Caribbean reader in mind, cussing, smut, brat taming, sir kink

Things were good. The city's been safe. Other Spiders were joining the Society. You had a good thing going with Miguel...but well curiosity always seemed to get the better of you.

Miguel was...happy. And that was new to him. He wasn't necessarily sad or angry, but the stress of being what one may consider as the "Ultimate Spider-Man" could be draining. And somehow, he got thrown into keeping order on a multi-universal scale, so yeah. Life caused some mix emotions.

But. He did have you.

Despite you being thrown into the truth about himself, the relationship brought some type of "normal" to his life. Miguel did struggle with the balances of his life as a scientist and hero, but he couldn't give up his job. He didn't want to. It was another element of normalcy that also assisted him in his heroic life.

For instance, he could get into shady lounges on the pretense of sourcing chemicals and synthetic elements he had yet to get access to at work. There would also be whispers of wealthy weapon brokers and scheming villains. He could gleam some information for sure.

So after texting you that he'd be out late with work, Miguel dressed nicely in a cream colored dress shirt with a spread collar and dark brown slacks. He sprayed some cologne and took out a watch he received one Christmas. He appeared the part he played: a corporate scientist that was young and eager to get any and everything--one with money too.

...

The smell of cigars and other heavy scents bothered Miguel, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity when invited to a secluded room away from the party. A man went on about special dealings, booze, and pretty women, but Miguel only wanted in on one of those things.

So he barely touched his bourbon as he caught whispers of different conversations and noted who was there: an Oscorp rep, another from Stark Industries, others affiliated with the military. The official meeting had wound down, and now people were chatting. There were definitely updates to be made, but Miguel wanted to head out soon. He hadn't heard from you in awhile, and you were a night owl, so it was likely you were still up.

"Can I get you a new drink, sir? It seems you didn't enjoy this one." a smooth voice asked him from behind. He could smell something sweet and familiar, but Miguel didn't budge. He wasn't there for any sort of entertainment--strictly business.

"No thank you." he didn't even spare a glance. However, he tensed when a hand rubbed and pressed into the exact spot of the knot in his shoulder. He quickly turned to grab the offender's hand but paused when he saw their eyes.

Half of your face was covered with a black lacey fabric, but there was a well-known mischievous glint in your eye. "My apologies, sir. I just wanted to make sure everything was alright." Miguel couldn't hide the shock on his face, and it made you chuckle. Your eyes were highlighted with mascara and eye shadow. You wore a short cocktail dress and stood taller in wedges. Miguel knew you hated heels. What the hell is she doing here? "What are you doing here?" he whispered through clenched teeth.

You made a light gasp and covered your mouth. "I'm just working, sir. I do have another job you know."

Miguel knew what you were referring to, but he honestly hadn't expected you to get back into the underground game really. It wasn't that you were too scared, but he figured that you were going to let go of that drive concerning your childhood friend's death. But then again, he never asked you about it truly, so he wasn't sure.

However, for you, it was more than that. You were known and unknown, and this was your way of trying to keep yourself and others protected. Even with the way things turned out with Kingpin, there was always some criminal or shady business that needed information. Plus, your boyfriend did too. A pretty face and good talking skills could have you slip in to work and listen if you played the cards right.

Miguel grumbled. "I-,"

"Excuse me dear," one person called out to you, and you happily walked over to help the gentleman.

Miguel could only stare as you wooed men, laughed, and whispered before going away and returning with drinks. The scene replayed itself a couple of times before Miguel flagged you down. He gently pulled you down and whispered in your ear. "It's time to go home." he stated as he held on tight to your wrist.

You giggled and batted your eyelashes. "But sir, I'm not done with my shift yet." you replied sweetly.

The fiery look in his eyes turned you on, and while you were planning on that reaction, you certainly didn't mind where things seemed to be headed. Miguel only stood up before pushing a bill into the peek of your cleavage. "You have an hour; you better be home then." was all he said before walking away.

~~~

About 75 minutes later, you strolled into your home humming a tune while taking off your heels and coat. You continued on your way to get yourself a glass of water and sighed after the long hours. You didn't think much as you entered your already-lit bedroom and simply ignored the huge man sitting at the end of your bed as your started to let your hair down and undress.

"Hermosa, I told you to be home in an hour." Miguel simply stated.

"And I told you that I had to complete a shift." you matched his tone as you pulled an huge hoodie over before going to the sink to wash off your makeup.

"Tch, you really wanna play that game? What were you even doing there? And don't say work."

You continued to rub the face wash in circles. "I was trying to get some information. I know you had been looking for some updates and insights, so I went along."

Miguel rolled his eyes. "Okay, but did it require you dressing like that and flirting? I'm sure I got what I needed to."

You pulled the towel away from your face and grinned. "Wanna bet?"

Miguel didn't like the look in your eye, but he had to stay strong to prove his point. "I saw all the reps there and know there's a few shipments coming in next Wednesday."

You nodded before walking over to your bed. "Okay, but did you know that a weapons dealer is rumored to have gotten a lovely precious metal from Africa? Did you know that the cargo is being unloaded this Friday? Did you know that there's whispers of our old friend Kingpin making a return?" you chuckled as you leaned passed Miguel to reach for the scarf on your bed.

Miguel took your wrist before pushing you back to meet his eyes. "You're so difficult, sometimes." he grunted out.

You booped his nose and smiled. "But you love it. Now, let me put on my scarf."

Miguel pulled you into his lap before giving you a playful bite on the cheek. "No point. I'm going to fuck it off you anyway."

"Oh really?"

"Mmhm, plus you're in trouble. You're not allowed to go looking all pretty without me. It could hurt my feelings." There was a retort on the tip of your tongue, but you ended up on your stomach--hoodie rising up and ass exposed. "Now say you're sorry."

"What! I didn't do any-," you yelped when a firm smack was placed on a cheek. "Miguel!"

"You heard me. Say you're sorry."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Miguel, I-," you felt a smack again.

"I can do this all night, hermosa." He rubbed a cheek and chuckled. "I'm waiting." You pouted before mumbling into the sheets. "What was that? Couldn't quite hear you."

That smug tone annoyed you, but you raised your head and threw a glare his way. "I'm sorry."

Miguel hummed as he leaned over you and kissed your lower back. "Good girl, what are you sorry for?"

Oh for fuck's sake. "You tell me Miguel. What should I be sorry for-" you gulped as you felt his warm strong hand hold your throat. You swallowed despite little pressure being placed. Your face warmed hearing how the man chuckled meanly. His teeth grazed along the skin at one side of your neck. You nearly whimpered.

"Bebita, tu sabes. You're sorry for teasing others with what's mine." he tightened his grip and bit down. The other hand crept around and rubbed your thighs. "These beautiful thighs are mine." his fingers traced around your mouth. "These sweet lips are mine." he rubbed his face against your head and took in a deep breath. "This precious hair is mine." you whined when he finally cupped at your core and teased your slit. "And this fat, wet pussy is all mine. Let me remind you."

It was always so hard to think that there could be too much of a good thing, but after how long Miguel had been pleasing himself between your thighs, you would definitely consider it a possibility. He brought you orgasm after orgasm; you gripped his hair unsure if you were trying to keep him there or push him away.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Please Miguel, fuck!" you pleaded and thrashed though with his grip on your legs, you barely budged.

...

Miguel groaned at your pleas and moved away to look at you. His eyes were half-lidded, hair tousled, face wet and glistening. "What's wrong, mami? I'm just making you feel good. I thought you wanted some attention." he entered a finger and moaned at the sound. "Hear how wet you are? Mierda, let me spoil you." and he returned like he was in a daze. He had to just give you some more.

"So you said, they're arriving on Friday?" Miguel typed away with glasses rested on his nose working away by the night stand.

"Mmhm," you groaned still recovering hours later. Your body thoroughly satisfied and mind barely holding onto the moment.

Miguel continued to read through tabs and check different hacked messages. One popped up, and he recognized the name of the port. "Oh that's going to be a lot to search. Might have to call in Jess and Peter J in." you grunted in response. Miguel chuckled as he turned over to kiss you on top of your head. "You're so good, amor. What would I do without you?" he beamed sweetly.

You hummed as you snuggled against him to finally get some sleep. "Yeah, I wonder."

~~~

FIN.

Thanks so much for reading! I don't remember the last time I wrote a multi-chap fic (definitely been a couple years with like...GrimmIchi?) I really enjoy this fandom and all the Spidermans. Besides being nerds, they can be quite relatable.

I think I'm gonna continue a couple one shots and possibly do some One Piece fics again, but hit me up on the inbox. I'm here to rant, vent, or gush over the favs.

Take care!

#atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #fem reader #miguel ohara x reader #black fem reader #the informant #informer au #canon au #mineart #partyanimal167 #mine #marvel

[vinnywinnii]

Assistant PT.3 (Viktor x M!reader)

i don't have much to say, but there is some sexual topics in this part. Enjoy! (Brat taming, dominant Viktor, soft top Viktor, submissive user, bratty user,)

You wake up groggily on Viktor's couch set up in the lab, realizing you probably should've set an alarm for your day shift at your second job today. It was now only 8:30 am, you have work in thirdy minutes. You sigh, sitting up on the couch and rubbing your eyes. You didn't even think about changing last night, the moment Viktor put you on the couch you passed out.

You finally look up from your place on the couch, looking very tired and your cheeks flushed the room being pretty warm and being under a blanket. You rub your eyes and you realize Viktor isn't where he went to sleep, which that's weird. Usually he'd be at his desk still, working.

"Sir, are you still here?" You ask in a slightly sleepy tone, looking around the room for him. Soon he walks back in and sees you awake, a soft smile replacing his usually stern and cold look.

"Ah, Assistant. Did you sleep well?" He asks, walking over to you and handing you a cup of water. "Here's some water, if you want a coffee I'll make one but for now, take this." He smiles softly down at you. he feels your finger tips brush against his hand and it makes his heart race a little. He definitely has some sort of feelings for you, but he doesn't wanna admit it at all.

He soon shakes it off, noticing your cute smile up at him when his face warms up a bit.

"You're very sweet, Sir. I need to head home and get an outfit on quickly, but I don't know if I'm gonna be able to make it." You say, standing up and placing the cup of water on the desk.

"i assure you, you won't need to. I have extra outfits in here somewhere. If not, it's really cold outside this morning and you don't seem to have a jacket, so I'll provide one." He responds as he searches for at least an outfit for you. He rummages through the drawer in his desk, finding a shirt and one of the jackets he wears frequently.

He smiles, handing you the jacket and shirt. "You don't mind wearing the same pants as yesterday, hm?" He asks, looking a bit annoyed that he couldn't find you a complete outfit.

You stare up at him, your face slightly warm from the nice offer. "I- i can't just take your clothes, Sir." You reply, chuckling gently. "I really appreciate it, but I shouldn't take your clothes." You glance at the clock, checking the time. Viktor's eyes follow yours to the clock as well.

"no, I insist. It's 8:38 now, you barely have 20 minutes before work." He says, his voice growing a bit more stern. "If you hurry, I'll buy us some breakfast." He says, his tone softening while he's smiling down at you.

You were gonna protest, make sure he doesn't buy you anything.. but you are very hungry, you need something at least. And you guys both know you don't have the money to actually get yourself breakfast. "..okay." you mutter in defeat as you take the clothes out of his hands.

"good." He sighs with a satisfied smile. You are a very good assistant, and a great person. But it also makes you put your needs before others, even ignore almost every need you have. He doesn't want you to go hungry today, so he's definitely happy to buy you food.

He watches as you change your shirt and he soon glances away in embarrassment. It's not like you're a girl, he just doesn't wanna make you uncomfortable by seeing you shirtless. Maybe you're insecure about how you look, maybe you just want privacy.. but he definitely doesn't wanna make you uncomfortable. "So, what food are you up for this morning? Do you want a coffee?" He asks after clearing his throat and keeping his composure. His cheeks are still slightly warm.

You smirk, not finishing changing your shirt and taking a step closer. This is the perfect time to tease him, he's so respectful. You want to test those boundaries, though.

"mm.. I was thinking whatever you want." You say softly, a bit of a chuckle escaping your lips. He soon feels your arms hug him from behind, your face buried into his back. You're shorter than him, but if you were way taller you'd definitely rest your chin on his hair.

He sighs when he feels your lips come in contact of his neck and he grips the desk he's leaning on. "Assistant.. this isn't professional." He says in a soft, nervous voice. The tone has a small bit of a stern sound to it, though. The moment he says that he feels your teeth sink gently into the side of his neck, causing him to let out a deep, soft groan.

"you won't stop me." You whisper quietly, kissing the spot where you bit softly. Even under that confident tone, you're so flustered and nervous. You can't face him, and he knows it.

"oh, is that so?" He says in a stern, soft voice. He quickly turns around and grabs your wrists, pinning you to the desk. You pant quietly under him, and he starts to feel a bit more sadistic. He looks less respectful now.

"oh, my sweet boy.. you can't just tease me like that and not expect to get shown your place." He mutters, leaning over your flushed face. The paperwork he has on his desk is now all scattered, your body replacing the piles he had of them.

He can see your chest rise and fall quickly, your pretty eyes staring up at him. He can feel how flushed and nervous you must be.. "you're so lovely.. but you can't just act like that and get away with it." He whispers into your ear, leaning closer.

At this point, the bulge in his pants is very noticable. It's obvious he likes having power over you, and seeing how you didn't even put on the shirt before trying to tease him was very amusing to him.

"aw, that's cute.. you aren't even speaking. You aren't trying to get me off of you, you must like this.. don't you?" He whispers, his seductive tone growing more noticeable as his free hand grips your thigh and trails up a bit.

He paused and sighs, letting go of you and taking a step back. "I need to get you breakfast, you'll be late." He mutters, now calmed down a bit. He smirks back at you as he sees you standing there, still flustered and confused.

"uh. What- how? Jesus-" you stutter, not really being able to form a sentence. He barely laid a hand on you and you seem so nervous now.

"oh? You didn't think I've been in a situation like that? Having a cute boy like you teasing me. Did you seriously think you could get away with that without me at least teasing you back?" He chuckles, looking down at you with a proud smirk.

"that wasn't teasing! You- you literally pinned me to a desk. That felt a bit too rough if you ask me." You mumble, the attitude growing in your voice. You don't know how to deal with being flustered, it's embarrassing. So you always just act mad.

"but you would want it rougher, yes?" He says confidently, glaring down at you with a stare that could make anyone nervous. "I think I know you now. You're a submissive, but you like to act like a little brat to get what you want. You wanna tease me to know exactly how I'll be, and you assumed i wouldn't do anything to stop you..-"

"-..or maybe..." He continues.

"you wanna be treated roughly. You're way too shy to ask, or beg. So you act like a brat to get exactly what I know you want. But I'll make sure you aren't too shy to beg, I'll make you beg." He still has that confident tone, it's making you way more turned-on than you were before.

Now you're a nervous wreck, and that hard-on in your pants is definitely noticable. You can't go to work like this, you're a mess.

"now, where were we?.. ah, yes. Get your shirt on and let's go get breakfast." He says, his tone growing more professional now. You had no idea he could be so dominant, and it left you breathless.

"uh.. yes, sir." You mumble.

Sooo how was it? I decided to add more sexual tension in this one since I've already done so much fluff.

#brat taming #viktor x reader #viktor #viktor arcane #arcane fanfic #fanfic #nsft #smut #arcane smut #soft top

[wealllovemilo64]

Narancia acting all bad ass but the second you pull the box of sex toys out from under your bed, he can't help but tremble like a virgin. Strapping him down with a fucking machine turned on max while he sucks your cock>>> him gargling around you about how good he feels and looking up at you with puppy eyes before they roll to the back of his head....

no bc this is so real

sorry it’s late pook! ♥️

Sub!Bratty!Narancia x Dom!Mean-ish!Male Reader

Content: Use of sex toys, Brat taming, Degradation (kind of), Overstimulation, Blowjob (reader receiving), Crying

Narancia had been being a brat all day. When you went to the park he was wandering off, and when you went to the store you caught him trying to flirt with someone else to get your attention. You sighed, thinking up a way to punish him.

Once you two got home, you dragged him to your shared bedroom as you lightly tossed him on the bed, but hard enough for him to make a snotty remark.

“Oi, what’s this about? I didn’t do anything, asshole.”

Narancia said, crossing his arms and tilting his chin up.

“You know very well what this is about. You being a whore in public and not listening to what I say.”

“You’re not my parent-!”

Narancia was quickly hushed as you pulled out the box of sex toys from beneath the bed. He raised an eyebrow as you opened the lid and pulled out a number of things. A cock ring, two vibrators, a vibrating dildo, and anal beads. Narancia gulped, feeling heat beginning to rise to his face as he knew what he had to prepare himself for.

“I’m gonna use these on you, pretty boy.”

Moments later…

Narancia moaned as he felt the dildo thrashing around inside of him, constantly pressing the vibrator and anal beads he had inside of him right up against his prostate. His cock was red and leaking from the orgasms it had been denied by the cock rings around its base.

“I have something special for you, Nara.”

Narancia sniffled as he looked up at you, wondering what trick you had up your sleeve next. You smiled at him as you walked to the closet and brought out a fucking machine which was an exact replica of your dick. Long, thick, and it even had veins. You brought it over to the bed as you removed the toys from your boyfriend’s ass, though you kept the cock ring on him to see how much longer he could last.

“H-huh..?”

He had to admit, he was a little disappointed that it wasn’t the real thing, yet was surprised as it looked exactly like your dick. He didn’t even know you had this, let alone when you got it. Narancia gulped as you brought it closer to the bed, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

“What is it, huh? You’ve taken my cock before.”

“B-but that’s just a toy..please, I want your cock in stead..”

“It’s just like mine. You won’t even be able to tell the difference.”

Narancia sniffled again as you turned him around before pouring a generous amount of lube on the fake cock, making sure Narancia would be comfortable since it was pretty big still. You slowly lined up the machine with his hole, gently beginning to insert it inside of him. Narancia let out of soft gasp as he felt the toy going inside of him. Once it bottomed out in Narancia’s hole you turned it on pretty high, skipping past the letting him get used to it part. You heard him let out a loud moan as he tightly gripped into the bedsheets, his legs becoming shaky. You climbed onto the bed in front of Narancia, caressing his cheek with your finger as you made him look up at him.

“Do you still want my cock, sweetheart?”

Narancia quickly nodded, becoming more eager as he saw you unzipping your pants. It wasn’t the hole he expected, but he wasn’t going to be complaining since he always loved sucking you off. Having your warm and sticky cum all over his face was blissful to him.

You rubbed the tip of your cock against his lips before letting him go at his own pace, watching as he slobbered and sucked on your tip. You bit your lip as you slid your hand into his hair, gently gripping it. It wasn’t long before Narancia was trying to take your whole cock in his mouth, stroking the areas he couldn’t reach as he looked up at you with teary eyes. You cooed sweetly to him as you watched the tears stream down his cheeks.

“I know, you love being my cockslut don’t you?” You chuckled. “You’re such a dirty whore sometimes.”

Narancia moaned at your words, pulling off your cock while he continued to stroke.

“P-please..want your c-cum..”

He said before going back to sucking you off, sucking you like it was his last time giving you head. He was desperate for his reward.

“Alright baby, since you asked so nicely..”

There was no doubt that it was going to be a long night for the two of you.

[hey-michael-young-history]

like imange Kuai liang haveing a pet dragon as a young child how would the other lin kuei react plus his father ❤️

Sorry this took so long! But I think it’s worth the wait ^_^

“Whooooooa!”

“A dragon!?”

“Tundra, is this yours?”

Vixen sighed in relief. Her sons’ friends - really, her sons - had arrived on time. The hours she spent making breakfast would not be wasted.

“I never got a pet,” Bi-Han grumbled as he set the table.

Her husband snorted at that. With his eyes still on his phone, checking his schedule for the day, he said, “I wouldn’t trust you with a pet now, brat.”

“He goes on one mission—”

“Hey Vortex,” Hydro said, exhaling smoke as he entered. Once he noticed Vixen, he quickly soaked his cigarette and crushed it. “Haha Tàitai, good morning.”

Before she could scold him, Cyrax and Sektor came in next. It was still difficult for her to think of them all as their code names. To her, they would always be Mitsunari, Felix, and Jing.

“That dragon can’t be more than a year, right?” Cyrax asked, helping Bi-Han with the table. “I know Tundra is still pretty—”

“Is there fruit today?” Sektor asked.

“I saw some jujubes ripening out back, please go pick a few for us, Jing.”

Hydro shoved a piece of gum in his mouth and asked, “Jujubes are more interesting than the baby dragon, huh?”

“Who cares?” Sektor responded, walking back out. “My father has a whole stable.”

Must be nice to have a dad who can tame a dragon for you, Hydro mused. He sat next to Vortex, who pushed his mug over, without looking up. Hydro picked up the mug and filled it with boiling water. He stirred up the coffee grounds at the bottom before pushing it back. He smiled when Vortex’s heavy hand tossled his hair.

Smoke came in next, absolutely reeking of the outside air.

“Oh no, Tomas, you know the rules. Go wash up before you sit at the table,” Vixen scolded before the boy could sit down.

“But I was just playing with the dragon—”

“All the more reason to make sure your hands are nice and clean before you eat,” Vixen reasoned. “Don’t worry, I’m saving the fluffiest pancake for you.”

That admission raised grumbling accusations of favoritism from the other boys as Tomas smiled and went to the bathroom.

“Bi-Han, can you tell Kuai Liang that it’s time for breakfast?” Vixen asked, removing her apron.

“Why? He’s where he wants to be,” Bi-Han complained. “With his new best friend.”

“I’ll go so that Tundra’s old best friend doesn’t cry,” Vortex chuckled, setting his phone down.

He walked out to the back, where he could see Sektor in the distance, picking jujubes from a tree. He spotted Tundra closer to the house, in the enclosure that he and the boys built for the dragon he had brought home.

“Breakfast time, Tundra.”

The boy was facing away from him, watching his new friend sleep. “Yes, Father.”

“We can go back together,” Vortex prodded.

“Okay.”

Tundra stood and faced Vortex, half of his face covered in heavy bandages. Vortex didn’t allow his face to betray the guilt that poisoned him every time he saw it. Vixen had said that Tundra was too young to take missions, but he, Bi-Han, and Sub-Zero before them had all began taking assignments well before fifteen years old. It was bad luck that their Intel had been wrong and he came across the Black Dragon mercenaries, who were searching for the same artifact as he.

Seeing Tundra return with the dagger, so covered in blood that Vortex couldn’t figure out where he was bleeding from, produced a mixture of pride and panic that he’d never forget. The doctors said his eye would be fine but they couldn’t be certain of what exactly happened because the boy wouldn’t talk. For days after, he simply didn’t speak at all. Refused to leave his room, refused to turn off the lights. He didn’t engage with anyone other than Vixen until Vortex came home with a baby dragon from his father’s farm.

“She will be safe here,” Vortex promised.

“I will not let anyone hurt her.”

“I know,” Vortex responded. He extended his hand. “Let’s go eat.”

#mortal kombat #lin kuei #Lin kuei shenanigans #Good Dad Bing Yun #Alive Ice Mom #bi han #kuai liang #mk hydro #mk cyrax #sektor #mk smoke #cavity inducing fluff