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[semisgroupie]

THE WOLF AND THE FOX

stepbro!oliver aiku x fem. reader

wc: 3.4k

warnings: STEPCEST, oral sex (f!receiving), oliver eats it from the back (as he should), unprotected sex, creampie, reader gets a call in the middle of sex and is forced to answer it, spit, spanking (just a couple), possessiveness, virgin reader, corruption, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), manipulation, slight dumbification (kinda)

synopsis: the fox always gets what he wants

a/n: this is for star’s @killsaki family ties collab!! thank you for digging deep and fueling our filthy thoughts and desires

Oliver was a good step brother. He stepped up to the role fairly quickly and did whatever he could to take care of you like an older brother should.

You had been living with him for about 10 months, he insisted on you moving in with him after you graduated college and were looking for work. You jumped at the opportunity, there was no reason why you would decline the offer anyway. But moving in with him had its downfalls.

The main thing was you had to get used to all the women he had over. You knew about how insatiable he was when it came to women. Often hearing about how he broke up friend groups because he ended up sleeping his way through each friend or seeing his swollen cheek or drink stained shirt because he introduced girlfriend 5 to girlfriend 9, thinking it would be a good idea. But it seemed like once you moved in with him, the number of girls he had over increased exponentially. Which only meant you had to hear more arguments, deal with more awkward mornings when his late night lover was in the kitchen eating something of yours, see more drinks dumped on him.

Honestly you held off on putting yourself out on the dating scene because of your step brother’s antics. It made you nervous and even more hyper aware to find the right person to date. But now you think you finally found Mr. Right.

A guy who you used to go to school with, Nio Kazuma. You both had been harboring a little crush on each other while you attended school and after reconnecting, Nio asked you on a date. In your eyes he was just perfect. He was kind, caring, very protective over you and treated you like a queen.

The day finally came for your date and you spent most of the time in your room rummaging through your closet to find the perfect outfit. In the end you settled on a pastel purple sundress and threw on a white cardigan on top. You gave yourself a final once over in the mirror then left your room. Oliver sat in the living room and looked over at you when he heard footsteps. “Wow, what are you all dressed up for? Having a girls night?”

You shook your head and made your way over to him, “nope! I have a date tonight with this really nice guy. He’s supposed to take me out to dinner then we’re going to a comedy club.” His eyes widened a bit at your exclamation. A date? You’re going on a date? You were never the type to be interested in guys and going out on dates but here you were prancing in front of him with a cute sundress. For some reason he felt this burning sensation in the pit of his stomach and felt it spread through his veins to the rest of his body. He never thought of himself to be the jealous type but he couldn’t fight this feeling crawling up his throat. He had to come up with something quick to deter you from going on this date and the gears in his head quickly started turning.

“A date? Dinner and a comedy show, huh? You know what this guy might want at the end of the night, right?” Your eyebrows furrowed at his words and you shook your head, prompting him to continue with his lie. “Okay, there’s two types of guys, the fox and the wolf. The wolf is very open about their wants and desires and makes everything known, they’re not the guys you should look out for. You need to look out for the fox, they’re more cunning and conniving. They’re methodical and make you think they’re the nice guy but they want the same thing the wolf wants, a one way ticket between your legs.” Your eyes widened at his words and you quickly opened your mouth to defend Nio but Oliver beat you to the punch. “I know what you’re gonna say, ‘but he’s not like that. He’s a really good guy’ I’ve heard the same thing millions of times, I’m just trying to say be careful. You like this guy, so let me help teach you some things that he would like so you don’t embarrass yourself when you’re back at his place.”

Your mind was spinning with all the thoughts that were swarming around. “Come here.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him and you sat down. He turned to face you and leaned in a little closer. “Oliver, what are you going to teach me?” He lifted one hand to caress your cheek and smiled. “Everything you’ll need to know when it comes to please a man. You trust me don’t you? I’ve never led you astray, have I?”

You chewed on your bottom lip and thought about his questions for a moment, while he was the one that made you wary about relationships, he never did betray your trust. He always remained your confidant, your shoulder to cry on, your best friend and your older stepbrother.

“Of course I trust you. You haven’t given me a reason why I shouldn’t trust you.” Your innocent words were like music to his ears. “Good, first thing I’ll teach you is how to kiss. Just follow my lead.” He cupped your cheek and used his grip to pull you closer to him before he finally placed his lips against yours. He could taste the sweetness of your lip gloss and it was already intoxicating. You didn’t know what to do with yourself besides following his lead and once you felt like your lungs were burning, you placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled away. You panted and looked at his kiss swollen lips, faint traces of your lip gloss coated them. “You’re already an ace, it’s coming naturally to you. But you just need to focus on controlling your breath, what’s best is if you breathe through your nose a little. What’s also best is if you come straddle my lap, I won’t have to worry about losing my grip on the couch and crashing my face into yours.”

You nodded and got up from your space on the couch next to him and straddled his lap. “Ready to try again?” You nodded as he cupped your face again and brought you close to him again, you shut your eyes and his lips were on yours again. This time the kiss was a little rougher, you felt his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entrance but when you didn’t allow it he snaked his hands down your body and roughly grabbed your ass, making you gasp against his lips. Once your lips were parted for him, he shoved his tongue into your mouth and explored it with the pink muscle. Your hands gripped his shoulders tighter and you whimpered against his lips before he pulled back completely. You felt a fire starting to burn in your loins, it was a foreign feeling but you knew that he had the cure to the ache.

You adjusted yourself on his lap and unintentionally grinded yourself against him, his bulge rubbed deliciously along your covered slit. You let out a soft gasp against his lips and moved to do it again and again. Oliver knew you had no idea what you were doing to him but your little mewls and whines were just driving him insane. He wanted to be patient but he just couldn’t wait anymore. He broke the kiss and squeezed your hips. “Let’s go to your room, wrap your arms around my neck and I’ll carry you there.”

You followed his orders again and he lifted you with ease. You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck as he walked to your room with wide strides. Before you knew it, you were set on your bed. He looked down at you and you looked back up at him, he knew he had to take his time with you and he had to fight every instinct within him to not just pounce on you like a wild beast. “Okay, so we finished the kissing lesson. You’re already a pro but let’s move onto something more fun. I need you to turn on all fours for me.” Just because he knew he had to be slow with you didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge a little.

He watched as you moved on all fours with your ass to him, he moved his hands up your thighs and lifted up your dress so he could see your panties, a cute lavender with a growing wet spot. “So beautiful.” He groaned to no one in particular and hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties, he slowly pulled them down and let out a guttural groan at the sight of your swollen pussy and the strings of arousal that still connected you to your panties. He barely got the fabric past your soft thighs before he leaned in and licked a stripe along your slit. A whimper left your lips and your hands gripped at your bedsheets. “Oliver, what are you doing now?”

Your voice was just as shaky as your legs and he had to hold back the urge to chuckle. “I’m eating this cute little pussy out, I promise it’ll feel good. Just close your eyes and focus on the feeling.” He pressed a few kisses to the backs of your thighs and trailed them up the curve of your ass before meeting your pussy. His stubble tickled along your skin but another feeling soon overpowered anything and everything else. His broad hands cupped the globes of your ass and his thumbs went to your pussy lips to spread them, he groaned at the sight and saw your virgin hole clench around nothing.

He was salivating at the sight and puckered his lips to spit on your cunt. The action made you gasp, it was so lewd but already felt amazing. He watched the trail of his spit travel down your hole to your clit then leaned in to devour you. He first focused his attention on your clit, flicking the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue before he wrapped his lips around it and started sucking gently. You moaned and mewled his name at all the new sensations that coursed through your body. Your limbs felt like jelly and if it weren’t for his strong hands holding your legs up, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed onto the bed by now. After taking the time to focus on your clit, he brought his mouth up and started circling his tongue around your entrance while one of his thumbs moved to press firm circles onto your clit. Your toes curled and your mouth fell agape, some saliva pooled in the corner of your mouth and started spilling onto the bed, adding new stains to your sheets.

Everything he did just added more and more cotton to your already fuzzy head and you felt yourself succumbing more and more to the pleasure. Your moans of his name grew louder and higher pitched as you felt a knot tighten in the pit of your stomach and it was going to snap any second now. His free hand groped and massaged your ass and delivered a few light spanks to the plush skin. He pulled away from your pussy just for a moment but his thumb continued to rub circles on the swollen bundle of nerves. “Just let go for me, don’t hold anything back from me.” With that he went back to your pussy and pulled his thumb away from your clit to replace it with his mouth. He gave your clit a few harsher sucks and the knot building in your stomach finally snapped. You shut your eyes as your body trembled and you felt some tears prick at your eyes. He continued sucking and licking up everything you had to offer him and only pulled back when you let out a whine of his name.

“Sorry sweetie, you just tasted so sweet. It’s been a while since I tasted a virgin but my cute little step sister has the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.” He cooed and helped you roll over onto your back. Your eyes were half lidded as his heterochromatic eyes stared back at you, drinking you in. He leaned down and kissed you and you could taste yourself on his lips. You lost yourself when his lips molded against yours and let out a little whine when he pulled back.

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll give you more kisses. I just want to do something with you. This is the final thing you’ll need to know when it comes to pleasing a man.” He pulled down his pants and boxers and your eyes widened when his cock sprung out. It was thick and looked heavy. “I’m going to go very slow, okay? Just hold onto me and take very deep breaths.” He spit on his hand and used it to lube up his cock before he positioned himself between your already spread legs. He put the weeping tip of his cock at your entrance and gathered some of the slick left behind then started pushing his cock into you.

Your hands flew to the sheets and you gripped them tightly as he started to stretch you out. “Oliver—hurts!” It was all you could cry out at tears gathered at your lash line. His eyes focused on your face and he felt his cock throb. He knew he wanted to take his time with you but you looked so divine and so innocent, he just wanted to ruin you further. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, I’ll give you some kisses to distract you and I’ll rub your swollen little clit, okay?” You nodded and he leaned down to kiss you softly, his hand moved between your bodies and rubbed gentle circles on your clit to try to distract you as he pushed more of himself inside. He continued pushing himself into you until he bottomed out completely.

He lifted his head and broke the kiss to look down at your face, your eyes were watery due to the tears that had been spilling from them and your lips were kiss swollen and parted just slightly. “You look so beautiful like this, I’m glad I’m the one who gets to see you in this state.” Here you were, completely ruined for him.

He waited for a few moments for you to completely adjust around him and once he felt that you had loosened up and relaxed a little, he started thrusting. His thrusts were slow and precise, he took his time, feeling every bump and ridge of your walls. It was like you were made for him and he almost felt like cursing himself for not tempting you sooner. How could he get distracted by other women when you were there? When you were his for the taking the second you moved in with him?

Before he could get too lost in his thoughts your phone started ringing. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at your phone before reaching over to take it off your bedside drawer. “Who’s Nio?” He didn’t stop thrusting into you and you were too immersed in the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls. He shook his head and quickly put two and two together, he figured out that Nio was probably the guy you got all dolled up for. So instead of letting the call go to voicemail, he answered it for you and brought the phone to your ear. “It’s Nio, why don’t you tell him you won’t be able to see him tonight? Actually, tell him you don’t plan on going out with him ever.”

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Nio’s voice pulled you out of your cockdrunk trance and your eyes widened as you tried to bring the phone back to Oliver. He shook his head and smiled sweetly at you, “answer the phone.” You chewed on your bottom lip and finally responded, “sorry Nio, just give me one quick moment.” You muted the phone and looked at your stepbrother, “if I have to talk to him can you please stop thrusting, I can’t focus on anything and I don’t want him to hear anything.”

Oliver laughed and delivered a particularly hard thrust to your g-spot. Your back arched off the bed and you gasped. “Just answer the phone and explain why you’re not able to go out with him.” You unmuted the phone and brought it back to your ear. “Sorry but I won’t be able to go out with you tonight. Something came up.” You covered your mouth to muffle another gasp when Oliver hit your sweet spot and bit down on your bottom lip. “Oh really? Then maybe tomorrow? I just really like you and I want to see you. And are you okay? I thought I heard something.”

Oliver picked up the pace of his thrusts as you tried to come up with some excuse that would sound better than what was actually happening but instead of words, a string of moans and gasps left you. Nio’s eyes widened on the other end of the phone and Oliver leaned down to pick up your phone and brought it to his ear. “Listen, she’s busy right now so why don’t you go find some other girl to take out on a corny little date, instead of my little sister? And if you keep trying, just know that I won’t let anything happen. But I’ll make sure you hear it from her lips instead of mine.”

He brought the phone back to your ear and continued thrusting into you, thrusting harder and faster as the burning pit of jealousy burned through his veins. “Go on and tell him who’s making you feel so good.” You opened your mouth to object but he brought down his free hand and pinched your clit, making you cry out his name. “Now tell him that he could never make you feel as good as I make you feel. Tell him that no other man can make you feel the way I’m making you feel. Tell him that you’re all mine.”

You felt the knot from earlier tighten in your stomach and you looked at Oliver with half lidded eyes. He had you and your impending orgasm in the palm of his hand and if you didn’t follow his orders then he’d rip your pleasure away from you. “Only Oliver can make me feel good! Only him and no one else! I’m all his!” He smirked and brought the phone back to his ear, “you heard her yourself, now I have to get back to making her cum and after that I’ll fuck her full of my cum to really mark her as mine.” He hung up the phone and tossed it to the side as he continued his aggressive pace, making the knot that was tightening finally snap.

You moaned out his name and he leaned down to press his lips against yours as he helped you ride out your orgasm. It only took him a few more thrusts before he filled you with his cum. He groaned against your lips and pulled back as the white ropes painted your walls. He slowly pulled out of you once you relaxed around him and laid down beside you, pulling you close to him. You leaned into him and traced your fingers along his arm that was draped over your middle. “Did you really mean that? I’m yours now?”

He chuckled and traced small shapes onto your skin as he leaned in close to kiss your cheek. “Of course I did. You’re all mine, if you want to be. I just think that my cute stepsister deserves the best.” His words made heat rise to your cheeks and you nodded. “I want to be yours Oliver but right now I want to sleep too.” He nodded and covered both of your bodies with your comforter.

He continued tracing small shapes onto your skin until he heard your even breaths and smiled to himself. He was more than glad that you didn’t really think too much into his story of the wolf and the fox because if you did, then you’d realize that he was the fox that he warned you about. But he would never give you the time to truly think about the story, how could you really think about anything if he continued to dote on you and give you mind numbing pleasure?

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[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Kinky thought: CNC/Primal with Alcina. In which you're tasked to hide in the castle, and try to escape from her as long as you can.

If you manage to evade her for 2 hours, you get a wish.

If she catches you... You're hers.

I have FINALLY finished this predator/prey Alcina prompt that I've been working on since OCTOBER 🤣 .. I originally just planned on it being a little snippet.. but welp.. 3,000 words later and here we are 😅 I do hope some of you enjoy it! ❤️

Trigger warnings for: degradation, spanking and blood drinking.

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You weren’t even sure how many minutes had passed - of how many beats your heart had inadvertently taken to count the seconds. Your body, flushed - frozen behind a bookcase at the far corner of the library as you tried to catch your breath. The Countess had almost caught up to you in the Gardens - letting out a scream of frustration when you gave her the slip - but the vast room filled with more books than you could ever dare to read had remained supremely silent since you entered it.

A little too quiet.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as your Mistress' words rolled over you.. "Manage to evade me for two hours, pet, and you’ll earn your reward. Any you like. But, if I catch you…" She paused knowingly, a dark smirk across crimson lips and a daring glow to her eyes, ".. you’re mine."

You remembered how you shuddered and the look of satisfaction it gave her. And even though you were just as happy to be on the losing end of the deal, the thought of a reward of your choosing was something you had spent thinking about extensively since the game had begun.

The only question was, what?

Deeming it better to keep moving, you were just about to move from your spot when you heard a creak. The type of creak that only a very large woman in a very old castle could make.

“There’s no use in hiding, pet. I could smell you as soon as I opened the door."

Welp.

You cursed under your breath, trying to make yourself as flat against the bookcase as possible. Though, you weren’t sure if you were ready to give in to her just yet. Technically, she hadn’t caught you until you were defenseless and panting in her hands with no other options. A thought, needless to say, that brought an immediate pulse to your core.

You took a deep breath before scanning the dark library, smirking as your eyes fell upon the small door directly to your left that would lead you straight through her atelier. Granted, this wasn't a room you were normally allowed to enter, but if you were likely going to be punished either way, might as well make the best of it.

A wholly satisfying growl, one that skipped through the air when she found the bookcase empty, brought an impish little chuckle to your lips. Your focus intent as you made your way through the unfamiliar room, filled with unfinished paintings and the smell of drying paint.

"IWILLfind you, pet. Mark my words!"

You gulped subconsciously, your heart and feet both picking up their pace as you hurried through the dark - only a few wisps of moonlight to light your way. Had she figured out which way you went? Could she hear the profound beating in your chest? The sound of heavy footsteps growing louder only confirmed your fears, forcing you to choose one of the three doors in front of you and hope it didn't lead you to a dead end.

"Fuck." You muttered to yourself, finding the first door to be nothing more than a closet. You had to wonder if the Lady had built this castle like a maze on purpose - a catacomb of sorts designed to confuse your senses. A loud creak from behind made you jump, cutting your thoughts short as the Countess' large frame entered the room.

"Mh.. foolish enough to enter my inner sanctum without my permission, are we? Or maybe just desperate? Hm?"

The dark smirk that coated her slightly degrading words only fueled the tightness in your chest and the pulsing heat between your legs. You cursed again, quickly exiting the closet and immediately taking the door to the right of it. An exhale of relief escaping your lips as soon as it opened up into a large hallway.

Which hallway, though, and where it led to was the question.

The faint smell of fresh pastries and evening tea meant that the kitchens, though located on the floor below you, weren't too far off. But in which direction they were - that, you had no idea. Making a rash decision you swiftly turned to the left and ran, the velvet rug beneath your feet not doing nearly enough to mask the sounds of your footsteps. You knew she could hear every sound you made. That your Mistress was reveling in each accelerated beat of your heart and the blood that flowed quickly through your veins.

The loud thud of the door that led to the atelier the only warning you got before her voice spoke out again into the dark - the muffled sound of a clock striking midnight in the distance.

Wait … did that mean... had you actually-?

"Seems we meet again, little mouse."

This time you cursed loud enough to make her chuckle, swallowing hard when the hallway brought to you nothing more than a dead end and a marble statue of a much younger Countess. The scent of your Lady encasing you with each step that she took - slow and steady, like a predator rounding it's prey.

Before you even had a chance to respond, to point out the time or try to run, the Countess slung you over her shoulder with ease and made her way back down the hallway.

The castle was quieter than usual - eerie. Basked in a pallid moonlight and the type of chill that only came with cold Romanian nights. The inviting sound of firewood crackling and a warm glow peeking out from within your Lady's chambers greeted you as soon as you reached her door.

A door that sat directly at the end of the very hallway you had fled onto.

“Mh.. if only you had chosen to go right, pet.”

You snorted. “And what? You’d be the one over my shoulder instead right now?”

At this she laughed, loud and deep. The stagnant smell of cigarettes and wine wafting over you.

“Touché’.”

The velocity in which the mood shifted as soon as the two of you entered the room could have rivaled the speed in which she had you on your back. Your body hitting the bed with such force that it sent your surroundings spinning. A sleek blur of candlelight and crimson.

Though she gave you a moment to get your bearings, when the Countess spoke she left no room for any debates.

“Undress.”

You shivered at her tone, allowing the reaction to roll over you like tepid water. Alcina’s large frame pausing to loom over you before she started to undress, herself. The bottom of her dress tented in such a way that your eyes could do nothing but watch how the fabric flowed around her - a bulging promise of everything you wanted. Your breath catching when the full length of her womanhood finally became exposed, twitching slightly in the firelight.

You had barely even begun on your own clothing before her hand was around your throat, lifting you from the bed while blackened claws sharply grew from the other.

“I said, ‘undress” Words spoken through clenched teeth as her claws sliced through the front of your uniform, swiftly discarding the simple cloth from your body.

You swallowed against the palm of her hand, struggling to speak against the pressure of it.

“S-sorry, Mistress.”

The Lady only hummed before tossing you back onto the bed, your hand quickly coming to rub the now tender flesh of your neck. And while the Countess knew she always had your consent - that she could use you however she wanted and you’d enjoy every second of it - the dangerous gleam that currently resided in her eyes had a much sharper edge to it than usual.

The chase of the hunt clearly having an effect on her.

“Chasing your exquisite scent throughout the castle like that, pet.." Alcina paused, growling before taking a deep breath and shuddering. ".. you couldn’t possibly understand what that does to me.”

She leaned down, tracing a single claw down the front of your sternum - the cold tip of it just barely making an indent in your skin. And even with her touch feather light - completely controlled - her body caged you in like the predator you knew she was. Her eyes dilating effortlessly at the sight of you under her.

You swallowed, locking your gaze onto hers.

"Y-you.. you could always show me." You replied, extending your neck. A fierce blush across your cheeks.

"Mh.. could I now? Is that what my needy pet wishes?"

You blushed even harder, averting your eyes for a second until her words brought you back.

"Answer me."

"Yes, Mistress."

The only response she gave you was an arousing, deep growl and the strength of her body pinning you down. A dark chuckle across her lips as you squirmed when her tongue licked over your pulse point, as if to ready it.

"I can already taste how much you want this. Little slut."

You let out an embarrassingly loud whimper but you didn't care. Your hands coming to her shoulders as you prepared yourself, your body all too eager for the euphoria that was about to sweep over it.

"Please, Mistress."

Another growl across your skin, this one rolling over you like thunder and pulling a fevered heat to your core. Clawed fingers holding the side of your head down as the Countess exposed even more of your neck and shoulders to herself. A soft moan escaping from her lips as she breathed in your scent, pausing for only a moment before her teeth were sinking in. The cool, sharp tips of her fangs an arousing contrast to the overly flushed skin that they pierced.

"F-fuck." You gasped, your hold on her tightening.

"Mmmh."

Alcina drank from you fervently - frenzied - as if yours was the most divine taste in the world and she had been denied of it for far too long. Each pull from your neck forcing waves of euphoria to wash over you - a delicious ebb and flow of desire.

You could feel your surroundings begin to shift as she fed. Hazing over in a delirious splendor. Your small whimpers becoming slightly fainter until Alcina's grasp finally loosened. Drops of crimson coating her lips and trickling down her chin.

"Delicious." The Lady purred, the length of her tongue licking the slowly drying blood from her mouth.

You swore her voice had never sounded quite so arousing, aged like a fine wine and even huskier than usual. And though the Countess had had more than her fill of you, the look in her eyes glowed in nothing but her insatiable hunger for more - in her utter need to flip you on all fours and have her way with you.

Which is exactly what she did…

Spinning the world on it's axis and leaving your body to feel nothing but absolute weightlessness until your hands and knees hit the soft satin sheets of her bed. The measure of your arousal already coating your inner thighs as she spread them wide open for her, breathing in your musk.

"Little slut.. just look at how wet you are. I take it you've enjoyed this little game of ours, hm?"

You shuddered at her words, at her warm breath that trickled down your neck like water. A hard slap coming to your backside at your pause.

"Answer me, whore."

"Mmph-! Yes, Mistress."

"Mh."

You yelped when her claws lengthened a little more, seeping into the supple flesh of your hips. The large woman settling on her knees behind you, her firm cock already teasing your entrance as she adjusted her stance.

"And such a naughty pet for trying to hide from me."

Another hard slap to your backside, forcing you to cry out.

"Ah-! Yes, Mistress."

"One would think you like to be punished. To be treated like the whore that you are."

Another slap, one that made your whole body fill with heat.

Her words were like sweet venom. Coated in a bitter tongue and fueling the want between your legs. Your only response was to lengthen your hips back, to force her womanhood down the slit of you in a desperate attempt for more. An act that earned a displeased click from your Lady's tongue and another lash to your backside.

"Needy slut."

"Yes, Mistress.Yourneedy slut."

The Countess growled at your admittal, at her claim over you. A dark smirk coating her lips as she leaned down, allowing her teeth to tease over your neck once before her breath found your ear.

"That's right, pet..all mine.."

Alcina grasped your hips in such a manner that it made you gasp outright. It was rough - with intent. The firm tip of her cock completely still against your entrance, taunting you until her steady movements started a slow stretch.

So slow it made you curse.. almost slow enough to drive you mad. An unbridled heat spilling over you the further she stretched you.. the deeper it slid in.

Though not deep enough.. not with how needy you were.

Your body seemed to act on it's own, your hips bucking back without a second thought, pulling a deep moan when she filled you.

And another with her hand came down hard on your back side.

"Too needy to behave, are we?"

You weren't even sure when her fingers grasped onto your hair, but the firm manner in which she pulled you back only made you wetter.

"Mh-! Y-yes, Mistress."

You expected another spank, readying yourself for an impact that never came. The Lady, instead, stood completely still. A dangerous glint to her eyes as she slowly straightened her posture. The sheer size of her casting you in a dark shadow.

"Mh.. seems a lesson in patience may be in order then."

Patience.. lessons in patience were never a good thing. They almost always meant denial.. in some way shape or form. Denial.. teasing.. waiting. Being brought to the brink of madness with nothing but absolute want. You cursed under your breath making the Lady chuckle. Her body still as water and just as calm.

"Glad we understand each other. It's been too long, I think, since you last warmed my cock. Impatient little slut."

Gods, it had only been minutes and how you already ached, your core clenching around the width of her as if trying to coax it. Of course it didn't, though.. your Lady was a lot of things, but weak willed wasn't one of them. Even with all the pent up ferality that flowed through her veins - the Countess held her reserve much like the noble that she was. And every second that passed was filled with the nagging throb of desperation.

"Fuck! Please, Mistress. Please."

"Mmh.. so quick to beg."

It was immediately clear to you by the icy tone in her voice that the Lady could go either way. Either letting herself go and wholly wrecking you, or keeping you right where you were until you were driven completely mad with need.

The seconds that passed between the words she spoke and the first thrust she gifted you felt like an eternity. Your body falling forward at the pleasure immediately surging through you. Simultaneously grateful and greedy for more. Only this time, you didn't dare step out of line - no matter how badly your hips wanted to jerk, to slap back firmly and force as much of her cock into your aching core as possible.

Another hard slap across your ass before Alcina did the job for you, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you back with such force that stars swiftly clouded your eyes.

"You like that, whore, don't you?"

"F-fuck.. yes.. yes, Mistress."

The way the Countess growled in response sent a shiver down your spine. Her claws digging into your sides as the length of her drove in and out of you, stretching you exquisitely with each thrust. She was relentless in her movements - calculated even with the primal energy that seemed to flow through her. Every muscle in her body flexing as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

And when her teeth found the tender flesh of your shoulder it was all you could do to cry out, to dig your fingers into her sheets and bite down onto your bottom lip in any attempt to muffle yourself.

This, of course, only made Alcina bite down harder.

"None of that, now. It'd do you well to let your Mistress hear you." She growled.

Words as sharp as the fangs that sunk into you, the warm feeling of crimson trickling down your shoulder and neck.

"Ah-! Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress."

Each thrust marched perfectly with another mark across your skin, each one pulling a deeper and more desperate moan from your lips. Her cock harder than you'd ever felt it, burying deeper inside of you than it'd ever been. Thick desire running down your inner thighs and coating the Lady's stomach and thighs - her pace proving merciless.

The moment her finger found your clit, you knew you were done for. One tight circle followed by another. Her breath warm against your ear, a single shudder as her tongue traced over it.

"Go ahead and come for me, slut."

"F-fuck-!"

A prickling heat crawling across you with such intensity that your whole body shuddered. Each movement over your clit, each thrust of her cock compelling wave after wave of pleasure to crash over you. The length of her starting to twitch inside of you as your core clenched, pulling a deep and husky moan from Acina's lips as her own arousal spilled out into you - filling you completely and dripping down onto her red satin sheets.

The next few minutes were a bit of a blur, with the all too empty feeling of you Lady slipping out of you and the soft mattress that your body fell breathless onto. The Countess' large frame behind your own, pulling you close before she placed a soft kiss to your temple.

"You did so well, pet."

"Mmh.. thank you, my lady."

She wrapped her arms around you, kissing your cheek this time.

"Now.. about that reward."

Your eyes opened abruptly. "R-reward?"

Alcina chuckled, smirking as she caressed your cheek.

"Oh, pet.. I was well aware of how much time had passed when I caught you."

You stared at her for a moment before chucking yourself.

"Cheater."

"Mh.. you liked it."

"I admit nothing, and that's besides the point."

The Lady chuckled again, pulling you a little closer.

"Sleep now, pet. I'll be expecting your request by the morning."

"Mh.. yes, Mistress."

You felt the soft curl of a smirk against the skin of your neck, the steady beat of her heart on your back. Sensations that only pulled you off into a warm slumber as your body's exhaustion finally took over.

#depravity answered #anonynous #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina x reader #alcina x reader #resident evil fanfiction #re8 fanfiction #my fics #i had a lot of fun writing this one so ahem #i hope you all enjoy 👀 #tw:degradation #tw:blood drinking #tw:spanking

[inkykeiji]

took my boyfriend to spencer’s just so i could loudly tease him abt the dildos and act like i was planning on buying one to peg him with (i’m 100% the submissive one here and got a hefty punishment for it later) BUT ANYWAY how much trouble would i be in if i did this to touya-nii🤭🤭

LMAOOO omg ur brave!!! touya-nii would laugh with you, but it would be one of those special chuckles; you know, the type that’s downright terrifying, melody dripping with malice, paired with one of those sharp smiles stretched uncomfortably wide across his face and that trademark sadistic glint in his eyes. he plays along, though, eggs you on, almost encourages you, and you can hear that fury-tinged glee barely wavering beneath his otherwise amicable tone—just begging you to continue, to gift him with more ammunition, to give him further reason to punish.

and the more you push, the harsher your punishment becomes, touya mentally tallying it up with each and every ‘transgression’ you commit, so by the time you arrive home he’s got a thorough list etched into the walls of his skull that he just can’t wait to tick off, achingly, one by one <3 most likely he’s going to do something to your ass—spank it raw and bloody, brand it again, cut some fresh scars into it, who knows (not anal because as we know i don’t write that :) ), but something that’ll adequately make up for all of your bratty little lies, your giggled out disrespect you found oh-so-amusing to put on—and then he’s going to use you as his own personal fuck toy, except you’re not allowed to cum (for weeks, probably) and god fucking help you if you disobey c: you should be fine, though, because he can read you through your body and breath alone; through the way your thighs tremble and your tummy clenches, the way your sobs stutter and your words shatter with sniffles, so he knows exactly when you’re teetering on the edge of full blown pleasure, and he knows exactly how to yank you back by your roots while still ensuring that he fills you, or stains you, with his cum, over and over and over again <3

#tw:stepcest #oh he’d be so angry #but he’d be deranged and excited too #because he just loves being in control!!!!!! #have a good day anon! #touya nii universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail #tw:knife play #tw:branding #tw:spanking #they’re all just mentioned but yk #just in case!!

[kratosfan6632466]

Story : wrecker spends 24 hours getting some with zima in many different ways and places

Wrecker saw zima cooking in the kitchen as he went behind her and smirks

Zima : hey hun I made lunch

Wrecker puts his hand up her skirt as she blushed red

Wrecker: tonight is gonna be full of passion…..

Zima : oh it’s today huh?

Wrecker: yep hehehe so let it cool off

Zima turns off the stove as he kissed her neck she blushed as he grabbed her ass and growled

Zima : w-wreck your making me …..

Wrecker put her on the table

Wrecker: I wanna eat YOU first~

Zima : oh I see skip straight to dessert huh~?

Wrecker: yeah so open them legs for me I’m getting hungry

Zima opened her legs as she removed her underwear

As he started eating her pussy

Zima : mmh~

Wrecker kept going and slid his tongue in

Wrecker: damn you taste good ~ can’t get enough of you

Zima smirked as she watched him and when she came he swallowed her cum

Wrecker blushed

Wrecker: damn ….

Later on they were working out together as she was spotting him

Zima : cmon! Almost done just three more three more lifts baby!

Wrecker grunts as he continues to lift three more times as he stopped

Zima : good job hun

Wrecker: join me in the shower?

Zima : sure hun

Zima went in first and wrecker soon after as he wrapped his arms around her

Wrecker kisses her neck

Wrecker: should I lather you before we start ~?

Zima : if you don’t mind ~

Wrecker lathered her hair with shampoo as he massaged her scalp while doing this

Zima : mmmmh….

Wrecker blushed

Wrecker: baaaabe your making me hard

Zima purred and went on her knees and kissed around his bulge as he pants wanting her

Zima blushed as he wrapped his arms around her and pushed his length inside her ass

Zima gasps as he starts thrusting he growled as he fucked her

Zima : a-ah~ wrecker…..ah….

Wrecker plays with her tits whilst thrusting as she was pinned to the wall while doing this

Wrecker: mmmh~ you feel so good ~

Wrecker had a idea as he went rougher

Zima : oh yes!!!!~ ah fuck me harder!!!

Wrecker slammed his cock in and out as she came from the front she pants getting horny

Zima : aaah~!!!!!!

Wrecker went faster and growled as he played with her nipples

Wrecker: yeeees!!!!!!~ take all of my cum my pet!!!

Wrecker said as he came inside her ass*

Zima pants he pulled out and rides her pussy pounding it as her eyes rolled back from the extreme pleasure

Wrecker: fuck….your pussy is so good baby girl ~!

Wrecker growled as he continued

Zima : aaah~!!! Fuck yes!!!!~ make me cum !!!~~~

Wrecker went deeper inside only making her cum immediately he continued pounding her pussy as she held onto him his hands on his stomach as he came inside her pussy making it swell up a little bit

Zima : AAAAAAH!~

Zima ; cmon daddy I want more!!!

Wrecker; it’s a big load are you sure?

Zima : yes!!! Please daddy cum inside me I beg for your love juice!

Wrecker came inside her again

Later on at a private movie theater wrecker had some popcorn and some snacks as the movie started she ran circles around his chest

Wrecker blushed as she reaches for the popcorn only to grab his dick from in the popcorn box

Zima : wh-wrecker!

She squeezed his dick

Wrecker: ow! Hey! That hurt!

Zima : did you seriously stick your dick in the box??? What if you cum all over the popcorn

Wrecker: I’d want you to eat it even with some on it~

Zima : fine…….

Zima stroked his cock as his dick remains in the box

Wrecker: mmmh~ oh fuck …..

Wrecker saw there was a sex scene on the movie as he got excited as his dick twitches and pulsed

Wrecker groaned suddenly

Zima : You ok?

Wrecker: I didn’t know that the movie had a sex scene in it…..

Zima : yeah me either

Wrecker: zima please help it’s starting to throb and twitch!

Zima : shhh ok ok I’ll help

Zima said as she strokes faster as he growled as she made out with him during the movie

Wrecker: mmmmhfaster….

She stroked his cock faster

Wrecker cups her tits as she stroked faster

Wrecker: aaah…faster I’m coming!

Wrecker said as she strokes faster as he came

Zima : still want me to eat it?

Wrecker: I’d love if you did……

Zima grabbed all the popcorn that had his cum on it and eats it as he watched as he was satisfied

Later on wrecker was napping as he waked up feeling someone touching his pants he moved his blanket as it was zima

Zima : sorry for waking you up I just wanted some dick

Wrecker blushed as she removed his pants

Wrecker blushed as she purred and kissed his dick

Wrecker blushed and pants

Wrecker: oh cyrare…..i love how you treat my cock

Zima went underneath and played with his balls

Wrecker: ahhh…fuck

She put one in her mouth and sucks on it as this got wrecker hard

Wrecker: fuckfuckfuckfuck~

Zima : do you want me to give your dick attention huh~

Wrecker has her on her knees as he brought his dick over to her as she puts it in her mouth and she starts sucking and starts thrusting

Wrecker: ah…f-fuck that’s it right there!!!~ ah oh fuck

Wrecker sat down as she stayed on her knees and kept sucking on his cock

Wrecker: Ah ….baby girl this feels amazing!

Oh fuck i love you ~!!

Wrecker said as he came

He got feral and lifts her legs he grunted as he pushes his dick deep in her pussy as he pounded her

Zima : ah!!!~ oh fuck yea!!!!!

Wrecker spanks her ass while doing this zima : aaah~

Wrecker kept spanking until he left a handprint on her cheek

Zima :ah daddy!!!!~

Wrecker came inside her then slid his dick between her tits and thrusts ferally he growled while doing this

Zima : oh yes ~ wrecker wreck me~

Wrecker went faster and came all over her tits

Zima blushed and pants along with wrecker

Wrecker noticed that zima was between his legs after dinner

Wrecker; come for dessert huh~?

Wrecker put her on his lap as she rubbed his bulge

Wrecker: mmmh~ oh zima you make me feel so good ~

Wrecker saw her ass and pressed his face on it

Zima : hm? Uh wrecker honey what are you doing?

Wrecker: I want my dessert to be your asshole~

Zima was red as he ripped off her underwear and spreads her cheeks ((fictional stuff so irl clean your bumholes!!!))

Wrecker went in and started with gentle kisses

Zima : ah….w-wrecker I never thought I’d see the day that you’d want my asshole

Wrecker: I’m full of surprises my love

He said as he slid his tongue in

Zima : a-ah~ mmmh……

He licked and slurped lapping away at her asshole enjoying every moment of it

Zima : oooh….wrecker

Zima sits on his face as they continue

Zima : ah~…..so warm…..ah keep doing it and I’ll cum on your hairy chest…..

Wrecker went faster she bit her lip as she starts thrusting into his mouth

Zima pants as he held her legs down with both arms

Zima couldn’t control herself as she came all over his chest

He didn’t stop however she kept cumming on his chest

Zima : o-oh oh fuck that felt amazing

He sticks his finger in her asshole as she continued to moan as he spanked her ass until it was red as she came on the bed releasing big loads

He went between her legs and started eating her pussy he gulped down lots of her cum

Wrecker blushed as she thrusts into him as he was pinned to the wall she face fucked him as he took it all In until she came again this time she held her legs opening her pussy wide open

Zima : oh baby please eat some more ~

Wrecker blushed and ate her pussy again like she instructed after she got close she stood up and rubbed her clit as she came on his face that time

Wrecker wiped his mouth and smirks

Wrecker: kriff that was fun!

Zima : glad you enjoyed it my love

Wrecker was half asleep as she gets on top of him once again

Wrecker: baby it’s getting late…

Zima : I thought you’d want a memorable experience to end the night with

Wrecker smiled

Wrecker: but I’m really tired how are we going to do this

Zima : just relax I’ll do the heavy stuff

Wrecker: o-ok

Zima blushed and zipped down her dress and grabbed something from the closet then came back and removed wreckers pants as he blushed

Zima : you ready?

Wrecker blushed and nods

Wrecker gasped as she was playing with his asshole like he did to her

Wrecker got really vocal as she had never done this before to him

Wrecker got hard when she did that

Wrecker: f-fuck zima …..ah…..

Zima : just warming you up hun now turn around lay on your belly

He did so

Wrecker: wh-what are you going to do to me

Wrecker turned red as a toy was inserted in his hole as he realized it was a bit too big she thrusts

Wrecker: ah! W-wait zima ow! Stop ! It’s too big!

Zima : hm? Oh shit sorry

Wrecker: I wanna try something smaller your used to the bigger ones from experience but I’ve never had a monster size before….so….

Zima pulled out and removed the toy and attached a regular sized toy

Wrecker: thank you I hope that didn’t ruin your fun

Zima : well I didn’t…go too far did I?

Wrecker: nah you stopped as soon as I told you to I should be fine

Zima : ok good

She puts the toy in this time it was a good enough size to fit in and it wouldn’t hurt him

Wrecker: mmh~ that’s much better

Zima : good

Zima blushed as she watched him orgasming

Wrecker: ah…a little faster p-please

Zima : first answer this question are you a good boy ~?

Wrecker: yes I’m a good boy! I am aren’t I ?

Zima : your a very good boy~

Zima said going faster as he continued to moan in pleasure

Wrecker: aah~

Wrecker: aaah~! Fuck I’m hard pound me!

Zima had him bent over by the table as she pounded him

Wrecker: aaaah…..oh fuck……

Zima stroked his cock slowly and kissed his neck as he drew close she slowed down for this reason

Zima : cmon baby ~ cum for mommy ~

Wrecker ejaculated as he pants

Zima : good boy….

Wrecker: z-zima?

Zima : call me mommy when we’re having sex

Wrecker: mommy?

Zima : yes?

Wrecker: I-I’m still a bit hard…

Zima purred and kissed his back as she continued stroking his dick

Wrecker: ah…n-no that’s not what I meant

Zima : do you want me to ride your cock?

Wrecker: p-please mommy I need it

Zima slid right in and rides his dick

Wrecker: aaaauuuughhhh….yes…..

Zima smirks and continues riding his giant cock

Wrecker growled

Wrecker: you have no idea what you’re doing to me princess ~

Zima : I think I have some idea~

Wrecker smirked as she continued

Zima : ah~ you please me so well! I’m going to CUM

zima said as she went really fast he held onto her as he came inside her

He pulls out and sighed completely satisfied

@afuckinnerfpuncher @burningfieldof-clover @angel-the-blocker @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius

#Tw: assplay #tw:spanking #tw:pegging #tw: nudity #tw: mommy kink #tw: daddy kink

[champagnedrunkandhorny]

Rhaenyra punishes Halfsister!reader (x Daemon)

tw:spanking, cuddling, comfort

Rhaenyra looked at me with the piercing gaze.Did it suddenly get colder? I shifted from one ankle to another, a tick too hard and I would break my ankles in these monstrously high heels I chose to wear. Oh well, at least they go with the outfit.

My gaze stopped on a man flipping the newspaper in his lap. His long legs crossed over and his thighs strapped in black pants and torso in soft cashmere pullover. Who the fuck wears pants at home? Targaryens apparently. 

Shifting back my eyes at Rhaenyra,after prolonged silence, I finally opened my mouth: "What did you ask again?". I could hear Daemon hiding a laugh, lifting the papers higher. But oh boy, Rhaenyra was anything but amused.

Her neck stiffened and jaw clenched as she watched me. "Come here." Sheesh, this doesn't sound good. I could hear my heartbeat increase with every small step I took towards her threatening figure on a deep red velvet couch. The whole room is dark, except for a small lamp next to the Daemon's big chair.

The colour of the room made the pale Targaryen hair and skin glow brighter in contrast. I wobbled to her like a lamb to its mother. Finally,  within her reach,  she winds her arm around my waist and I plop on her lap.

I had a deja vu of all the times how as a child, I would scream,throw fit and cling to her, whenever someone tried to move me.

Now, years later, I still feel safe in her embrace and warmth.

Fuzzy from all these memories I play with my fingers, avoiding to look at her violet eyes. This knot tightens in throat, making it harder to breath. One look in Rhaenyra's stern face and tears started falling out of nowhere.

"I didn't mean for it to happen. I wanted to try it and Aegon told me that I would be okay that one drink isn't much" Rhaenyra and Daemon exchange looks as I heave, trying to catch the breath.

 "Was someone also there with you and Aegon? " Rhaenyra doesn't change her commanding voice tone, seeing that a little firmness goes a long way with you. You look up at her with your wide eyes, filled to brim with tears and quickly name the others.

Daemon hummed, mentally taking notes, preparing to beat these guys up for making his dearest niece cry. He breathes out as he tries not to leave now and finish that.

You blink nervously at him and Rhaenyra. Panic arrises within you, thinking those angry stares were meant for you. " I-I am sorry, please don't be mad." You couldn't get anymore words out, sobbing.

" Shush my love,"Rhaenyra's face softens up a bit, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, laying your face on her breasts and rocking you from side to side," calm down."

Holding her dress tightly between you frists, you breath in familiar perfum. Without you knowing, Daemon looks at Rhaenyra and nods surely.

Rhaenyra's heartbeat, still steady, beats in your ear, as she pulls you slightly from her chest. Looking at your eyes, she holds you by your shoulders, "I need to make sure that you have learnt something from this and-." I furrow my eyebrows together and pout, not understanding where this is going, I interrupt her."But I won't do it again. I promise." This doesn't seem to be a right thing to say as Rhaenyra's grip tightens. "See. I let you get away without the consequences, but we will change that, starting now." One second  you are looking at her and the next you are facing these awful red pillows.

"Rhaenyra,  what-" now you finally seem to get it.

Your legs on the couch and the bottom perked up on Rhaenyra's lap. "No no no" placing your hands to cover yourself. One hand grips your both wrists. "Stop." You want to cry out again as her hand leaves a big handprint on your ass.

Ouch.

Still shocked, she places another spank. The blood rushes as the place throbs with the pain.

"Rhaenyra, you can't" You don't have the time to finish the sentence, she winds her arm up and a clap is so loud, you think neighbours can hear it. Your face reddens with embarrassment. You are not a child for the fucks sake. Which reminded you "Uncle Daemon, please, tell her to stop." As you were saying it, Rhaenyra slides up your dress, baring your bottom for everybody to see, continuing letting her anger on your poor red bottom. But Daemon isn't paying any attention to the disciplining of what in his opinion is, still a child.

" I hate you!" Finally having enough, Rhaenyra speaks up. "You can hate me all you want, but it won't change anything. You are going to stay quiet or I will make this ten times worse for you." Stunned to have your favourite person put you in a place like that, your jaw falls open, in place of answer a painful cry falls out.

Raining spanks on your soft ass and thighs, the tears start leaking again as the pain spreads. You accept your fate, slumbering in the couch, loosing the tension in your body and submitting yourself to Rhaenyra's punishing hands.

You don't even notice when she stops. Instead of hitting, she restes her hand on your flesh, rubbing and kneading it carefully, with the other hand she moves the hair strands behind your ear. "Shush, baby, stop crying. Get up."

You don't move a centimeter, choosing to pour out you sadness on the couch. You feel the hands, bigger, manlier  lift you up under your shoulders and place you on another lap. Your knees fold up limply, whincing as your red bottom touches his jeans. You only look down as he engulfed you in a warm blanket. Cocooned like a baby, you place your face on his neck, tickeling him with your pouty lips. You can hear Rhaenyra getting up and moving away. Only then, you lift up your head to catch her tall figure, turning back to you. "She hates me." Tears roll down your face in a new speed.

"No, baby girl, you got it all wrong." Daemon placed his hands on your cheeks, whiping your tears with a thumb. You shake your head, squashing your cheeks even more in process. "She hates me, she will send me back." Daemon laughs at his niece's naivety. She seems to be the only one to not see a deep love Rhaenyra held for her dearest baby. 

Pressing his niece closer to his body and kissing her forehead, he hopes to calm her down. It pained him also, seeing you in a pain, but he knew it must be done. Everybody knew you were spoiled and they were to blame the most. You look him up, with your wide innocent eyes and red streaks of tears: "Why did she leave then? Probably to call dad or-"

"I actually went to find you something comfortable to wear, or do you want to stay in that dress the whole night?" Daemon watches as your face lifts up, squirming in his lap to get a look at Rhaenyra. "Daemon, let her stand up." He unfolded the blanket carefully.

You stand up on your weak knees, now noticing that your feet are bare. She must have taken your heels off, when you were distracted with pain. You peered up at her, coming only a little to her chest. "Lift your hands."

Daemon watches at two red throbbing globes and multiple handprints get covered with soft white panties and matching pyjama set.

"So, you are not mad at me? And you won't send me away?" Rhaenyra chuckles, pulling the shirt over your head.

"Oh, I was mad, but we have dealt with it and it won't happen again, right?"

You nod so strong that you get deezy. "Good. Now, let's relax a bit. My hand aches." She said as she sat on the couch with Daemon.

"My bottom hurts even more. I don't think I can go to school tomorrow. " You said, wiggling the said bottom between the two. They laugh as they make you place. "Oh, they don't seem to be hurting as much now." Rhaenyra playfully says as you shrieked and moved into the Daemon's front. Daemon sneaked his hands on your side and tickles you, sending you into a fit of laughter. Rhaenyra's favourite sound.

#hotd rhaenyra #rhaenyra x you #rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targeryen x reader #dae #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x y/n #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon x reader #hotd imagine #hotd #house of targaryen #house of the dragon #games of thrones #hotd sm #hotd x oc #hotd x reader #daemon x reader x rhaenyra

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common triggering topics you may come across on my blog include (but are not limited to):

—𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

dubcon/noncon ⋆ #tw:dubcon, tw:noncon

somnophilia ⋆ #tw:somnophilia

dacryphilia ⋆ #tw:dacryphilia

degradation/dumbification ⋆ #tw:degradation, #tw:dumbification

daddy kink (sometimes with a ddlg type dynamic (aka a condescending caregiver type vibe) ⋆ #tw:daddy kink

spanking ⋆ #tw:spanking

marking (bruises, hickeys, scratches, bites) ⋆ #tw:marking

size kink/size difference ⋆ #tw:size kink

rough sex ⋆ #tw:rough sex

minimal prep ⋆ #tw:minimal prep

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murder ⋆ #tw:murder

yandere ⋆ #tw:yandere

toxic relationships (manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, patronization/condescension, extreme control, etc) ⋆ #tw:toxic relationship

age gaps between consenting adults ⋆ #tw:age gap

pseudocest (aka incest between adopted siblings, big brother x little sister ONLY) ⋆ #tw:pseudocest

organized crime ⋆ #tw:organized crime

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cheating ⋆ #tw:cheating

blood ⋆ #tw:blood

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anal | pegging | ass eating

femdom | mommy kink | dom reader

pedophilia | underage

beastiality

pet play | hybrids

age play

lactation

water sports | scat | vomit

eating disorders

vore

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common triggering topics you may come across on my blog include (but are not limited to):

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

dubcon ⋆ #tw:dubcon

somnophilia ⋆ #tw:somnophilia

dacryphilia ⋆ #tw:dacryphilia

degradation/dumbification ⋆ #tw:degradation, #tw:dumbification

daddy kink (sometimes with a ddlg type dynamic (aka a condescending caregiver type vibe) ⋆ #tw:daddy kink

spanking ⋆ #tw:spanking

marking (bruises, hickeys, scratches, bites) ⋆ #tw:marking

size kink/size difference ⋆ #tw:size kink

rough sex ⋆ #tw:rough sex

minimal prep ⋆ #tw:minimal prep

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

murder ⋆ #tw:murder

slight yandere ⋆ #tw:yandere

toxic relationships (manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, patronization/condescension, extreme control, etc) ⋆ #tw:toxic relationship

age gaps between consenting adults ⋆ #tw:age gap

pseudocest (aka incest between adopted siblings, big brother x little sister ONLY) ⋆ #tw:pseudocest

organized crime ⋆ #tw:organized crime

drugs/drug addiction ⋆ #tw:drugs

cheating ⋆ #tw:cheating

blood ⋆ #tw:blood

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with that being said, here is a list of 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

anal/pegging

femdom | mommy kink

pedophilia

beastiality

pet play | hybrids

age play

lactation

water sports | scat | vomit

eating disorders

full blood incest | any incest that isn’t big bro x lil sis (dad x daughter, uncle x niece, etc)

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[corruptedconfessions]

Hi hi!! Could we please see Yandere Mirio spanking his s/o for trying to escape?

Sure thing! Tw: Spanking, daddy kink, very very slight hints at infantilism

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“You know I don’t like to have to do this, sweetheart.”

Another loud thwap echoed through the room, followed by a strangled sob from your throat. Your ass ached horribly from where it was draped across the blonde’s lap, the soothing strokes over bruised and raw skin only hurting worse instead of rubbing the sting away. You weren’t sure how long you had been stuck here, wrists and ankles bound, mouth gagged as you were settled across his lap for your punishment. It felt like hours, long enough that pain shot through your ass every moment now, even in the brief pauses between hits. Mirio wasn’t holding back this time, either. Every smack that left you jolting and sobbing in agony was a painful reminder of how strong the hero was, and how much he had held himself back before.

You had tried to escape one time too many.

Clearly he was done waiting patiently with a sweet smile and soft touches for you to adjust to your new life, for you to stop fighting him tooth and nail. Sure, you had been punished before, this wasn’t your first escape attempt, but before it had been so...different. Tv privileges revoked, sent to bed without dessert, denied your daily free time. Never bent over his knee and smacked until you were sobbing like a toddler. You had never felt so much pain in your life. It was almost enough to make you reconsider your actions...almost.

Another smack landed down on your ass, bringing white hot pain along with it as you bit back the scream that clogged your throat. You writhed on his lap, trying desperately to escape the pain, to escape this situation, but you were trapped, held roughly in place. “Please stop!”

You sobbed harder, voice shaking, cracking at the end as you reached back to grab his thigh, your face falling deeper into the couch as you blindly groped for him. It only took a moment before your hands were lightly smacked away.

“Hands back in position, princess.”

You sobbed harder, moving your shaking hands back above your head, elbows resting on the couch as your wrists crossed. You couldn’t stop the full body trembles that took over you now, snot dripping down your face along with your tears as you babbled weak desperate pleas, unable to stop the begging once you stopped. It hurt so bad. You didn’t want to hurt anymore.

“You know what to say to end all this, baby.”

You supposed the hands cupping your ass, lightly rubbing over and massaging the bruised and tender flesh was suppose to be soothing, to rub away the pain like it had before. But this time it just sent jolts searing hot pain through your entire body, leaving you jerking helplessly on his lap. Still, you hesitated for just a moment, the slightest heat of anger boiling in your belly. It was humiliating, you didn’t want to do it. Reasons like...that were the very reason you had tried to run so hard, tried to break up with him in the first place, leading to being locked down in this childproofed basement.

You were ready to fight back, you really were. Ready to spit in his face and tell him where he can shove it all. The second you felt one of his hands pull back, ready to deal another strike, cold terror replaced any pride you had left.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!” You felt your vocal chords ache from the strain as you screamed, voice raw and guttural. He wouldn’t like that, wouldn’t like you raising your voice at him, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You were pushed too far, left too raw, strung up too high to come down. Ready to snap.

Even over your own loud desperate sobbing you could hear the soft tsk of disapproval as that calloused hand that had caused so much pain instead moved to gently pet your head. You could feel him twirling it in his fingers, clicking softly in disapproval down at you like one would a misbehaving toddler.

“You know thats not how you say sorry. Proper apology, baby. Do you need a reminder?”

Your breath caught in your throat, stuttered little gasps coming from you now. You shook your head rapidly whimpering up at him, knowing exactly what would come along with that little reminder. You were sure he could come up with a way to...make sure it stuck this time.

“No…” “Well, then, im waiting.”

You could hear the pleased grin in his voice, could feel the way the air around the two of you lightened. No longer did his presence feel like a heavy weight, suffocating you as his anger filled your every pore. You didn’t want to go back...you just wanted to go to sleep. You didn’t want to hurt anymore.

“I-im sorry, daddy! I w-wont do it again!”

The sobs that had just started to settle picked up again, your body shook with the force of them. You could feel something inside of you break. Your pride, maybe? The last of your will to fight? You didn’t know, and you didn’t care.

“There’s my good girl.”

Your head ached as you were finally pulled up, settled on his lap ever so carefully so your ass wasn’t even brushed. Tears still blurred your vision, streaming down your cheeks as you tried to breath in through your stuffy nose. Still, you saw no hint of pity in his eyes, if anything the grin on his face grew more condescending as he reached out to rub away one of the tears with his thumb, cooing softly. “It’s okay, princess~ We’re all done now. You did so well!”

Your face was peppered in kisses and for once you leaned into them instead of squirming away. You'd take these over being hit again any day. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and under your thighs, gently lifting you from the couch as you leaned into his chest, burying your face into his neck.

“There you go, I knew you’d come around.”

You felt the kiss being pressed against your head as he carried you back to your room, ever so gently being lowered down onto your bed onto your stomach. Even the soft silky sheets felt like needles against your overstimulated skin, but you sunk into them, desperate for their comfort. You could hear Mirio fiddling around the room, grabbing a first aid kit and giving soft reassurances and praises in a sweet tone. You found yourself staring at the pink bedazzled wall sitting across from you as exhaustion weighed on you. You didn’t even last letting your daddy dress your wounds and tuck you in before you were asleep, finally letting yourself go under.

#yandere mirio #reader insert #yandere #tw:spanking #tw: daddy kink

[the-witch-and-her-husbands]

Measuring Up

‘I’ve finished tidying up the storage cupboard, Sir. What would you like me to do next?’ Jilomena smiled as she stood in front of the Professor’s desk. Hands behind her lower back, shoulders straight, posture immaculate. All as she’d been taught to do at her previous school.

Old habits die hard, after all. And there was something about the gleam in his eye when he looked her over when she presented herself to him like that, that told her that he enjoyed the view very much indeed. Definitely an incentive to keep doing it, to see him slowly run his eyes down her form and then back up again, as if he were undressing her methodically in his thoughts.

‘Finished already?’ Professor Snape looked up from the papers he’d apparently been grading. ‘Good girl.’ He pushed himself back from the desk, making space. ‘Come. Come sit in Daddy’s lap.’ He patted his thigh with one of his talented hands.

Well. She didn’t need to be told twice. ‘Of course, Daddy.’ With a happy purr she went around the desk and did as she was told. Carefully, she snuggled into his lap, wiggling a little more than was probably strictly necessary to get herself comfortable. Acting like a true Little Minx. That was his nickname for her, and she loved it. His little minx, indeed.

A smile crossed her face as she heard him hiss slightly in response to her wriggling and wiggling. Having finally got settled she wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her cheek against his affectionately. She was Daddy’s little girl, and well she knew it.

An arm tightened around her waist. His other hand came to rest heavily on her hip, half covering part of one of her bum-cheeks as well. She squirmed in reaction, craving more of the feeling of his hands on her. This affair of theirs was a very recent thing, and furthermore he’d been the one to take her virginity. No wonder that she couldn’t get enough of these new and delicious sensations.

She was allowed to indulge herself for a few minutes, nuzzling his cheek while he peppered her face with little kisses, his hand snaking up inside her skirt to feel the bare flesh underneath. She was wearing the tiniest of tiny black lace thongs, which offered very little in the way of coverage.

That was what had landed her here, in detention. She’d set out that morning wearing her tiniest black lace lingerie, with the intention in mind of seducing him during her NEWTs Potions lesson. Her shirt had been unbuttoned just enough to give him a tantalising glimpse when she leant over her cauldron.

And then she’d lured him into the Potions Cupboard under the pretence of getting extra ingredients. He’d held the ladder while she climbed up higher than was needed, just so he would get a good glimpse under her skirts and see what she was wearing. Or what she wasn’t wearing, in this case.

Unable to control himself, he’d taken her then and there, up against the ladder in the storeroom, the rest of the class close by and oblivious to what was going on mere feet away. It had been a quickie by necessity, but she was hoping for a little more of his special attention now that she was in detention, and it being just the two of them.

'You know why you’re in detention, don’t you my Little Minx,’ he purred, in that velvety voice of his. ‘Teasing me like that, driving me to madness while I was trying to teach.’ His hand went a little higher, squeezing her soft flesh, causing her to squeak in reaction. ‘Causing me to lose all self control and fuck you there and then in the stores…’

‘I’m sorry, Daddy.’ She giggled then, casting doubt over the sincerity of her words.

‘You will be. I think Daddy needs to punish his Little Minx for teasing him like that.’ He pulled away slightly so he could look at her, one eyebrow raised and causing her to shiver under the intensity of the look he was giving her.

‘Punish me, Daddy?’ She swallowed as she looked at him, wondering what on earth he meant by that statement. Surely being in detention was her punishment, even though it was an excuse to spend time together and therefore wasn’t really.

‘Yes. I think it’s high time you learned exactly what happens to naughty little minxes.’ His voice was still as even as ever, and gave no indication of what might lay in store for her. ‘Stand up.’ He gave her hip a heavy pat, to indicate that he meant business.

‘Yes, Sir.’ She got to her feet without hesitation, even though she wanted nothing more than to continue to sit in his lap and be cuddled and caressed. Hands behind her back, she stood facing him, features arranged in a pleasantly curious expression.

He studied her intently for a moment. She wanted to squirm under the burning heat of his gaze, but she resisted the urge and managed to keep still. Just.

‘Now. Bend over my knee. I am going to give you a spanking.’ The words were spoken so casually that he might have been asking her to pass some Standard Ingredient.

‘Sir?’ She blinked, suddenly uncertain that she’d heard him correctly. Or understood.

‘Bend. Over. My. Knee. I will not ask again.’ When she continued to hesitate, he reached out suddenly and gripped her wrist, drawing her over his lap and leaving her in no further doubt as to what he meant. ‘This is your first spanking, so I will be lenient with you. This time, and this time only. In future, if you do not obey immediately I will use a Sticking Charm to stick you to my desk and slipper you raw. Is that understood?’

She closed her eyes for a second, cheeks burning fiercely from embarrassment - and not a little arousal. ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘It had better be.’ He deftly flicked her skirt up out of the way. From her face down position, she was unable to see him shaking his head with a smirk as he studied the small scrap of lace that was barely covering her modesty. She could clearly hear the ‘tut’ of disapproval as he pulled at the garment, allowing it to snap back. ‘I think you deserve double the number of strokes,’ he murmured. ‘Punishment not only for leading me into temptation, but also for breaking the school dress code with this tiny excuse of an undergarment.’

‘Yes, Sir.’ She swallowed, nearly choking on a gasp when he tugged the thong down to her thighs. Apparently she wasn’t even going to be allowed the least bit of material to cover her and spare her blushes. Bare bottom high, she felt incredibly vulnerable, mortified. He could see, could feel everything, if he desired so to do. And yet…and yet, she could already feel the wetness building between her slightly parted thighs.

His hand came to rest on her bottom, patting her gently but firmly and causing her to shiver. She’d never been spanked before, but the thought of him giving her this first taste of corporal punishment was as intriguing as it was embarrassing. Being turned over her lover’s knee, as if she were a misbehaving child!

There were always choices. She could have kicked and fought, protesting. Fighting her way free and running away, never to return. Still she lay there, staring at the stone floor of the dungeon, making no murmur of complaint and no attempt to get free of the predicament she found herself in.

It occurred to her then that she was craving this, deep down in the recesses of her mind where it didn’t do to look. Craving a spanking, the physical aspects perhaps, but more so craving the discipline, the feeling of having someone care enough about her to correct her behaviour when it was needed. To turn her over his knee, and spank her naughty bottom until all other thoughts were chased away, and the only things that mattered were the here and now of the application of hand to flesh.

SMACK!

The first smack caused her to gasp, eyes flying open. She was suddenly brought back to reality, the drift of her thoughts abruptly cut off as her bare skin felt the palm of his hand. The sound of it seemingly echoed off of the walls, appearing to be as loud as a gunshot in the quiet dungeon classroom. A stinging sensation began to blossom from the spot his hand had landed.

There wasn’t much time to think as he raised his hand to bring it down again, this time falling on her other cheek. Another gasp of reaction. And then again. And again. His hand raised and fell, as steady as a metronome. Each smack was felt a little more intently than the one before, as the blows began to land in the same area of flesh as he had struck previously. She had no idea how many she had gotten already, how many he intended to give her. All that concerned her was the growing heat as he continued to redden her behind.

Finally, he paused. His hand ran over her glowing and tender flesh gently, though this still caused a hiss to escape her. He chuckled, the sound low in his throat, apparently amused by her reaction. ‘Do you know why you’re getting this spanking?’ His voice was quiet, almost soothing.

‘Yes, Sir,’ she gulped. ‘Because I teased and tempted you during a lesson.’

‘That’s correct. And you are also going to be spanked for breaking the school rules regarding uniform and undergarments.’ Ah yes. He wasn’t finished with her yet, she still had more to come.

‘Yes, Sir.’ She lay as still as she could, but squirming slightly as he stroked her behind. Her bottom was warm, but she was also trying to get some much needed friction. Every blow of his hand caused her to rock against his legs slightly. The sensation of the smacking of her flesh combined with the rocking was now causing her to get very wet indeed. She wondered if he’d noticed.

He had, though he was doing his utmost to not let on. ‘Very good. Let’s get the second part of your spanking over with.’ His voice sounded bored, as if he had better things to do than redden the backside of a naughty schoolgirl, but she thought his breathing was slightly heavier than it was earlier.

He raised his arm and brought it down again. She cried out slightly, as this time it felt like something thin and wooden had made contact with her flesh. Craning her neck, she dared to sneak a peak over her shoulder.

Sure enough, he was spanking her with an old-fashioned looking wooden ruler. Where had that come from?! She hadn’t noticed it on the desk, or heard him rummage through a drawer. Had he concealed it up his sleeve? Did he always keep a ruler up his sleeve for such occasions?!

She didn’t have time to follow the tumble of her thoughts, as her bottom was soon ablaze from the application of this new instrument. Swish- crack! Then a cry of reaction. Swish-crack! It did its job mercilessly, falling in stripes against her cheeks again and again. He seemed to be paying particular attention to her sit spots and the crease where buttock met thigh, causing her to yell. She was past caring if anyone would overhear her getting her spanking, past caring if anyone passing by could hear the smacks and her vocal reactions, smirking to themselves that a naughty little girl was getting her comeuppance.

In actuality, the room had been soundproofed while she was serving the first part of her detention. The Professor had seen to that.

Finally, the last two blows fell, which were more like gentle taps of the ruler. She hung limply over his lap, a well-spanked and sorry Little Minx indeed. ‘Good girl.’ His voice was like a ray of sunshine after a storm, the hands that had punished now providing comfort as he stroked her buttocks and back gently, soothingly. ‘Good girl. My good little girl.’

Once she was ready, he helped her stand upright, and then carefully pulled her into his lap for a much needed cuddle. She was stroked and soothed as he murmured words of love and comfort into her ear, telling her what a good girl she was, and how much Daddy loved his Little Minx.

She clung to him, burying her face in his neck. Held in a cocoon of love and security, she was wrapped up snug in his robes, his strong arms around her holding her tight.

‘And now,’ he continued. ‘I think its high time that good little girls got rewarded for taking their spanking so well.’

‘Good,’ she murmured. Then, the something that had been nagging at her raised its head again. The small voice would not be quiet until she got an answer to the question that had been eating at her since he first began. So she took a deep breath. ‘Sir? Daddy? Can I ask you something?’

‘Yes, of course you may.’ He made her pull away from his neck so that he could look at her as they were speaking.

‘Do you…do other students get spanked by you for misbehaving?’ Her voice was tiny, barely audible. It was common enough in other schools, and she didn’t know enough about Hogwarts as yet to know if it was a commonplace punishment or not. But the thought of her Daddy spanking some other girl’s bare bottom made her feel horrible inside.

‘No.’ To her great relief, he shook his head. ‘Spankings are only for Daddy’s naughty Little Minx when she misbehaves. Is that okay?’

‘Very okay.’ That having been put to rest, she laid her head back down on his shoulder with a smile. ‘I think I might need my Daddy to spank me. Sometimes.’

‘You can be sure that I will.’ He chuckled at that, pressing a kiss to her forehead. ‘And now, I think that its high time Daddy’s little girl got her reward  for taking her spanking so well.’

Her smile grew wider.

#drabble #tw:spanking #tw:teacher/of age student #v:That Book By Nabokov

[ironstarker]

Kinktober 02: Brat Taming

notes: first kinktober prompt! tony thought he’d already given peter enough lessons about how he was supposed to behave. what’s a man to do when his perfect boy disobeys and gets an attitude about it? also nobody is proofing these ( including me ) so sorry if things don’t make sense or there are typos. peter might not be bratty enough but it’s fine i did my best.

warning(s): daddy kink, spanking

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Somewhere near his feet, his boy was whimpering. Staring up at him with wide, imploring eyes. Peter had such beautiful eyes. A deep brown that reminded him of a nice, dark oak, which so happened to be what his dining room table was made out of.

Unfortunately, the boy’s behavior today earned him a seat beneath the table instead of at it. Peter typically perched himself in the seat next to Tony and ate with dainty bites and a raised chin. He’d settled into his newfound life of lavish riches well, thanks to the older man. He’d found the boy on the streets, dirty with less than a dollar to his name. He’d clung to Tony’s jacket asking after food, and the man had smirked at him.

“I think I’ve got something better I could give you.”

He made Peter blow him in the backseat of his Rolls Royce. The partition was up, as it often was when these things occurred, but Tony was certain that Happy could still hear the loud suckling sounds the boy had made. He was like an overeager dog that first time, slobbering everywhere, not quite sure what to do without Tony’s hand to guide him.

Peter had gotten better, naturally. Tony had taught him. He’d introduced the boy to a plethora of new toys: gags and whips, swings and dildos the likes of which he’d never seen. Peter’s favorite toy had been a pink plug with a diamond stud on the end of it for quite some time. He’d cried when he grew out of it and no longer found the girth comfortable inside of him. Most of the time, he spent his days yearning after the older man’s cock, as he’d been trained to.

Perhaps trained wasn’t the correct term for it, Tony mused to himself. He took a swig of his scotch, already on his second pour though he’d yet to finish so much as a third of his roast duck. He heard Peter whimpering from where he sat, and felt the telltale rut of the boy’s hips against his leg.

Tony scowled. “No.” He hissed the word like he was talking to a disobedient dog.

But tonight, that was what Peter was. He had deliberately disobeyed Tony when he’d told him that he’d be home late, and under no circumstances was he allowed to touch himself. Peter had done it anyway, thinking he could cum beneath the pillowcase and hide it, or have the maids clean it before Tony got home. The boy had yet to realize that Tony had a nanny cam on him at all times, and that he could see when Peter was up to no good.

He played nice when he walked in the door, petting Peter’s hair and cooing at him, telling him he needed to shower before dinner. There were specks of blood on the sleeves of his shirt, and he wasn’t the sort of man to go to dinner soiled. But then, as Peter chirped at him so sweetly and said he’d wait for him to finish, Tony had yanked the boy by his hair and shoved his nose into the pillow that he’d humped to climax, snarling at him for doing so, asking him if he thought he could get away with it.

Instead of remorse, which was what he expected from his boy by now (Peter knew better, Tony had taught him better), Peter had huffed, “You made me wait all day, Daddy! It’s been hours.”

The whiney tone hadn’t earned him any favors with the older man. Tony had slapped his ass for it and promptly put that little cock of his in a cute cage. This, like his favorite plug had been, was baby pink and accentuated with a little, condescending bow at the front. It saved him from the unsightly image of Peter’s cock leaking all down his thighs. To double the punishment, he’d forced the boy to stay naked through the duration of dinner.

Naturally, rutting wasn’t allowed. He didn’t want precum smeared on his slacks.

“Daddy,” Peter said, whining as he settled his chin atop Tony’s leg. He felt the boy shuffling against him, his hips pressing tentatively into the expensive fabric of Tony’s slacks. Again. The older man’s scowl deepened. “You’ve barely had any food,” Peter said, his lips curving into a pout. “You’re not even hungry. You’re being mean!”

“And you’ve lost sight of your manners tonight.”

Peter looked startled when Tony pushed back from his seat to give himself more room. He grabbed the boy by his curls, which the older man so often cherished, and hauled him up so he was bent over the table, his hips pressing right into the edge of it. One of the maids, who had been bringing in another scotch for Tony, froze at the sight and then averted her eyes as she backed out of the room.

They knew better than to interrupt when he had a lesson to teach his boy.

“I’m sorry!” Peter was quick to say, realizing that his Daddy wasn’t in a generous mood tonight. It should’ve dawned on him hours ago, but the truth was that Tony spoiled him rotten (the man knew it, too) and he hadn’t had a punishment in weeks.

Not since the incident where Tony had caught him fucking himself out by the pool, where anyone could’ve seen. Oh, he’d been furious about that.

“I don’t think you are sorry,” Tony growled. “I think you’re getting a little too comfortable. All these fancy things that you have now, I could take them away in a heartbeat. I could send you right back out on the streets where I found you.”

“Y-yes,” Peter said.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir!” His voice hitched higher, into a faint squeak. Peter felt a hand, big and calloused, caressing his ass.

Oh, no.

“I’ll be good, Daddy. I just wanted to cum,” he said quickly, hoping to stave off a worse punishment before it could start. “Just so horny for you, Daddy. Wanted to — wanted to ride you tonight real good. Yeah. Give you a blowjob, too.”

Tony chuckled, squeezing the meat of Peter’s ass, watching the skin redden with the imprint of his fingers. “That right?” he asked, playing into the boy’s desperate little game.

“Yes, sir! Wanted to let you cum on my face like you like. Remember? Or on my — my tits.”

Tony didn’t have to look at Peter to know he was blushing. He’d never been comfortable calling them that, and he’d always whine and turn away whenever Tony did it. The man smirked. His little brat was being so obvious. “You know what I think?”

“What do you think, Daddy?” Peter whispered.

“I think that you’re a conniving little shit who needs to be taught a lesson.”

Peter let out a squeal when that rough hand came down across his ass. The slap was so hard that it left him reeling, his poor, caged cock dribbling out precum all between his thighs.

“Count.”

He wet his lips, “O-one, Daddy.”

#starker #sfkinktober20 #starker fic #ironspider #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #tony stark #peter parker #fic #my fic #nff #tw:spanking #tw:daddy kink #starktober fest 2020

[lovehugsandcandy]

Bad Girl Go Good  (Colt x MC, N*FW)

A/N:  A super dirty request from Des (thanks babe!); I don’t think I got everything you wanted but I definitely got in the three lines and I hope this is good enough.

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD

Length: ~3800 words

Rating: N*FW (Swearing. Sex. Spanking. Oral Sex. Jesus, it’s just dirty, please be warned.)

Summary: Ellie knows she shouldn’t try to make Colt jealous. She knows this. She just…does it anyways.

Ellie looked over, biting her lip, mulling his question over in her head; she was vividly remembering when she got here, only an hour before, a kiss on the forehead and a low portent in whisper. “I need to take some meetings. Be good.” 

This? This would not be good.

“Come on.” The guy (Ryan? Bryan? Something like that?) placed a gentle hand on her hip. “Just one dance.”

Ellie sighed through her nose. Whatever his name was, he was right; she knew that this wasn’t a date when Colt took her to the sideshow, she knew he was here on business, but she was hoping for a little bit more consideration than a head nod. She glanced over, once more, but he was thoroughly engaged in a conversation with a stranger whose stupid spiked hair and neck tattoo were obviously much more worthy of attention than she was.

“Fine.” She turned back to the guy in front of her, all hopeful eyes and preppy blazer, someone she would have never noticed if she weren’t being ignored. She didn’t even know if she would be seen, if it would evoke any kind of jealousy, but a large, bitter part of her hoped. “Just one dance.”

He took her hand to lead her into the dance floor, not noticing the frown on her face. She didn’t want to dance with this unnamed boy. She didn’t want to hold his hand or stop in the middle of the dance floor or start to move as he tried to talk in her ear. She definitely didn’t want to smell the alcohol of his cologne while he pulled her close to move to the beat.

She hazarded a glance through the crowd, past the drunken revelers and exhaust smoke; Colt still stood in the same spot, speaking to someone different now, but she could tell he was standing ramrod straight, hands in fists in his pockets. Great. If his work was going poorly, maybe she would be stuck here for hours.

She was relieved when the song ended, pulsing beat fading into something sultry and heated, but the stranger caught her arm when she turned. 

“One more dance.” Pleading eyes caught hers. “Please.”

She looked around again and this time she couldn’t see Colt; he had moved out of sight of the makeshift dance floor. It may be petty but she knew his jealous streak; she knew the surest way to be pulled towards the exit would be to show interest in someone else. She tried to suppress her eye roll but wasn’t quite sure she succeeded. “Fine. Last dance.”

“Okay.”

She felt guilty. The guy in front of her seemed sweet, with a cute smile and hesitant dance steps that were worlds away from moody boys in leather jackets who clasped her hips like he owned them. It wasn’t this stranger’s fault that he wasn’t at all what she wanted. She sighed and tightened her arms around his shoulders, resolving to finish this dance and find Colt.

But when the dance had ended and she made her way out of the crowd, she found that it was neither easy to find Colt nor to get rid of her random dance partner, who had follow close behind. 

“Hey, Ellie?” Crap. How did he know her name and she didn’t know his? She felt even guiltier.

She glanced around for Colt again but he had completely vanished. “Yeah?”

“Listen, I was having a great time dancing with you. I’d love to see you again sometime.” He stepped closer, eyes hopeful.

“I actually have to-” She gasped when he leaned even closer, intention crystal clear, his eyes trained on her lips. Crap. It was almost slow motion, his slow lean, her shock, her stepping away, and then the hand on her forearm, pulling her backwards so, instead of anonymous stranger, all she could see was familiar leather adorning a familiar shoulder.

“Back off.” Crap. Colt’s voice was barely restrained, the calm, even tone more frightening than a shout would have been. His hands were in fists, squaring off against the preppy boy, and Ellie felt her stomach clench. Guilt? Pride? Anticipation? She had seen those hands punch and grapple and fight; she had also felt those hands do other things that made her insides squirm.

The nameless boy took two large steps back, hands up in surrender, trying to put space between himself and the storm in front of him. “Whoa whoa whoa, man, I didn’t mean-”

“I said back off.” Colt didn’t even need to raise his voice before the kid fled, disappearing into the crowd so quickly she would have sworn it had all been a figment of her imagination.

Except.

The look in Colt’s eyes? Dark. Dangerous. Calculating. Furious.

The butterflies in her stomach? Eager. Nervous. Anticipating. Impatient.

“Let’s go,” he huffed, curtly.

She could only nod.

~~~~~

The ride home was silent. Granted, it was hard to hold a conversation with the rush of wind ripping through motorcycle helmets, but neither Colt nor Ellie even tried. His back was tense the entire way, muscles rigid underneath her fingertips as she clung to him. She had no problem playing with fire, had never been scared of the burn, but maybe she went too far this time? 

Or maybe, as far as she and Colt were concerned, maybe there was no too far.

He threw the bike in park and barely waited for her to slide off before he was gone, throwing his helmet down and storming up to their room, stomping the entire way in a pique of rage. Ellie knew why he was pissed. She knew exactly why, the tremor in her stomach marking her as guilty, a willing participant in stoking his jealousy. 

She followed, slowly, knowing he would need a few minutes on his own to cool down. She needed him jealous but not furious. Carefully schooling her face into her most innocent expression, long lashes batting in front of doe eyes, she walked into the room. “What’s wrong?”

He was facing away from her, shoulders raised, but spun when he heard the question. “What’s wrong.” His voice was unnaturally flat. Calm. Impassive. Crap.

“You, ah. You just seem. Upset?”

“Seriously?” He ripped his jacket off his shoulders and threw it to the floor. “Seriously? I’m in meetings for ten minutes and the next thing I know, some guy has his hands all over you?”

“That isn’t exactly what-”

“Isn’t it?” He stepped closer, eyebrows drawn into a dark angle that cautioned at the danger ahead. Apparently she had stopped being good at heeding these warnings, though, preferring to head straight into the unknown than remain on the sidelines of her old life.

She blinked at him, chin against her chest demurely. “Well, you weren’t exactly paying attention to me.”

“So you decided to pay attention to someone else?”

She looked at the floor. “It was just one dance.”

“Two dances and he tried to kiss you.”

“You were ignoring me.”

“So you decided this would get my attention?”

She flushed. Apparently Colt had been watching the entire exchange. She studied the floor, knowing that it was better to wait than respond. He walked toward her, slowly circling as Ellie fought every instinct to look up. She felt like prey as he stalked around her, predatory; she was a fly in a web, a mouse in a trap, and he was a ravenous creature going to destroy her in the most delicious way possible.

Finally, when Ellie’s toes were curled, pressing into the floor with the herculean effort of staying still, he spoke, voice dark. “I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”

She sucked in a breath through her nose, watching as he backed up to lean against the desk, crossing his arms in a feigned display of relaxation. But there was nothing relaxed about the fire in his eyes.

“Are you gonna be good for me, Ellie?” 

“Yes,” she whispered, barely a breath.

“I feel like you planned this.”

Her eyes widened and she liked her lips before responding, watching his eyes ravenously follow every twitch of her tongue. “I’m gonna be so good for you, Colt. Only you.”

“Then strip.”

She swallowed and, never dropping his heated gaze, slowly peeled off her shirt, raising the hem over the butterflies in the stomach, over the purple lace of her bra, over the flush in her cheeks, throwing it on the floor. His eyes never left her, a slow trail over exposed skin.

“Keep going.”

She nodded. Pants next. He looked hungry, gaze sharp on every move of her hands, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them over her legs, kicking off her heels along the way. She could feel the goosebumps erupt over her body, the cool air and anticipation making her limbs tingle. 

He nodded, pointedly, and she waited a beat before she kept going, nimble fingers easily getting her bra off. Another nod and her underwear joined the pile on the floor. She waited, cautious eyes following his every move, as he pushed himself off the desk and strolled over to circle her again, eyes roving up and down her bare skin.  Maybe she should feel awkward, stark naked while Colt was fully dressed, eyes raking over her. But she couldn’t feel anything but powerful, commanding his attention and controlling the intensity in his gaze without saying a word, a willing participant in his thrall.

Finally, he sauntered back to his desk and all it took was the crook of one index finger for Ellie to move, drawn like a moth to the fire in his eyes.

“Bend over the desk.” He moved out of the way so she could lean, position herself so she was on top of her school work, research on 18th century literature for an essay that she wouldn’t be able to finish without thinking about this very moment, her bare ass in the air, dark oak clutched between her fingers as she waited for Colt to punish her, to fuck her, to do something, anything.

He was right behind her and then everywhere as he leaned over. “You’ve been so bad, haven’t you, baby?” She could feel him, cotton t-shirt against her bare back, lips moving against her neck as he spoke. 

She could only whine in response, caged between him and the desk.

“Ellie. Baby. You promise you’re gonna be good for me now?”

“Yessss.” She tried to move her hips back, to grind her ass right where she knew he would be hard and wanting, but strong hands on her hips stopped her, keeping her in place.

“If you want me to stop, just stay the word.”

“I know.”

“Count.”

She barely had time to inhale before the first hit landed, open palm on the flesh of her ass; she tightened her hands against the desk in surprise. It was restrained, a swat, a tease, a hint of what was to come. She shivered.

“Count,” he reminded, hand still cupping the curve of her.

“One.” 

The next hit was harder, in a different spot, at the edge where cheek met thigh and she would surely feel it in the morning, and the day after that, a throb when she sat that would remind her of Colt and his jealousy and the fact that she couldn’t help but using that jealousy to her advantage so they could get what they both wanted.

“Two.” 

The third hit landed on the other globe of her ass, slightly harder, vibrations of her flesh shooting waves of sensation through her body, into her core. Was it pleasure? Pain? Somewhere in the middle, in the hazy space where the only thing present, the only thing that mattered, was the impact of flesh on flesh and the heat slowly building in her core.

“Three.”

She thought of the first time, the very fist time. The first time his hand clipped her ass had been a swat, a tap, barely a spank, an otherwise unnotable contact while he was swiveling his hips and making her grip the headboard of his bed with fingers that were white at the knuckles. It would have been completely unnotable if not for the moan that tore through her throat, loud and wanton, audible over the sound of their flesh coming together. 

She flushed when she realized that she made the same noise tonight, only four hits in, her knuckles again starting to pale as she clutched the edge of his desk. 

“Four.”

She loved his hands, she really did. She loved his hands when he worked on his bike, deft fingers turning wrenches and finessing screws. She loved his hands when they gripped her hair or clutched her waist or made her ass bloom the most violent shade of crimson. She loved his hands when the fifth strike landed, down lower, almost her thigh, his other hand a steadying presence on the small of her back, centering her as the tension in her body climbed.

“Five.” 

And she adored his hands now, slipping though her folds to apply a fealther of pressure to her clit, dipping inside her entrance, a tease that made her thighs clench.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet already.” And she was, God, she was, wet and needy and desperate. He wiped her wetness on her ass and chuckled. “Are you sure you can take five more?”

“Yes.” She nodded, frantically.

He chuckled again at the pleading tone of her voice. “Fuck, Ellie, you look so good like this.”

She could imagine it, naked over his desk with his handprints on her ass, biceps already shaking with the effort of staying still. “Please, Colt, mo-”

The slap on her ass cut her off and echoed around the room.

“Six.” 

Fuck, his hands could draw such pleasure from her, spinning it from her veins like a magician, a wave of fingers and slight of hand to make her melt into the sheets. She wanted to write odes about them, tapered graceful fingers again sliding inside of her so easy, where she was warm and wet and so so needy, needing those fingers to stroke and caress and fill her while she trembled around him. She barely had time to tense before those fingers were gone again and another hit landed.

“Seven.” 

His hands also bloomed bruises, dark spots of color, vivid on the curve of her ass, the back of her thigh, possessive marks and hand prints that brought tears to her eyes, curses to her lips, and blessed relief to her bones. She was trying to stop her body from shaking, from trembling underneath him; she was sure she couldn’t.

“Eight.”

Those hands were starting to hurt now, her whimpers almost as loud as the sound of his flesh hitting hers, but the pain was warm, comforting, sending vibrations throughout her body and centering in her core, making her want more, more pressure, more pain, more anything.

“Nine.”

She had to bite her lip and screw her eyelids shut, desperately trying to keep from begging, to keep from asking Colt to just fuck her here, against his desk, where her ass was reddened and her nails burrowed divots into the wood and she just needed him to slide his cock inside her and never stop the tortuous pleasure-pain taking over her mind and body.

“Ten.” 

She blinked the tears from her eyes and tried not to move, waiting, as he smoothed his palm over her ass. She could feel the phantom sting, the flush of blood raised to the surface; more prominent than that, however, was the wetness between her legs, slick down her thighs an obvious sign of her need. He was still behind her, not moving, and she needed-Jesus. She was sure he was admiring his work, the red on her ass, his hand prints on her. It would take hours to fade. She needed him to do something.

“Good girl. Come here, sweetheart.” 

“Colt, please.”  Finally, she stood to face him, thighs trembling. “Colt, I need-”

“Do you think you deserve my dick tonight?”

She felt her eyes fill with tears again. She wanted-

“Kneel.” She was on her knees before she realized, looking up at him, waiting again for a command. “Suck me.”

Her fingers were clumsy and she needed two tries before she got the button, shaky fingers making the zipper catch before finally she could pull out his cock. He was so hard, long and thick in her hand, obviously as turned on by spanking her as she was as the recipient of the stinging blows. She relished the silky skin under her fingertips, hands running up and down, before she pulled the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked, hard, hollowing her cheeks to pull him in.

His hand flew to her hair, fisting the strands between his fingers, tight. The pain was sharp, sudden, welcome, and she moved her head forward in appreciation, taking more of him, deeper, and working her tongue up the vein so she could hear the rumble in his chest.

“Ellie, baby, fuck, so good.” She looked up to see dark eyes watching every slide of his cock between her lips. Holding his gaze, she pulled back so she could swirl her tongue around the head, giving a lusty suck. He cursed, low, before tightening his hold on her hand and urging her forward to take him deeper, again and again and again. 

She was taking him as deep as she could, throat straining with the effort, swallowing spit and precum in a dirty squelch as her hands ran over his thighs, his balls, any inch of him that she could reach to touch and feel, muscles shaking underneath her ministration.

“Sweetheart, fuck,” Colt whimpered, voice weak and completely undone. “Ellie, touch yourself. Baby, please.”

She couldn’t move fast enough, hand dropping down to find her clit, rough movements in time with the rhythm of her mouth. Dipping two fingers inside, she found she was as drenched as he said, slick positively leaking from her core, wetting her folds and making it so easy to draw rough circles around her clit as familiar warmth started building.

She moaned, sound lost with the cock in her mouth. He obviously felt the vibrations though; with one last tug of her hair, he eased her off his cock and pulled her to stand, hands rough on her arms and pulling her close so her could kiss her, rough, possessive, a testament of ownership in every swipe of his tongue and bite of his teeth. She was pliant and could only follow his lead as he moved her to the bed, nudging her onto all fours. He obviously couldn’t wait, didn’t even take his clothes off, just knelt behind her to kiss across her shoulder blades and down her spine, jeans rough on her reddened thighs.

She clutched the sheet under her fingers as lined himself up before sinking inside her, fully. The noise from her mouth startled even her, low and lusty and almost crazed, and he responded immediately, a deeper thrust that punched the air from her lungs.

“Ellie…baby…” It was incessant, the roll of his hips against hers, and her elbows dropped to the bed. She could barely stay upright, his strong fingers digging into her hipbones the only thing preventing her from collapsing in a mess of liquid, a puddle of need and longing and absolute desire where a person once was.

She couldn’t stop her chapped lips from forming moans, curses, noises of indeterminate origin. “Colt, please.” 

She couldn’t even think, could only hold on to the fabric gripped tightly between her fingers and shake. The heat was building with every drag of his cock inside her, every time his hips landed against the red of her ass, every time his jeans chafed against her sore thighs, impact enough to send throbbing warmth up her spine.

Her breaths were coming faster and faster, lungs struggling to provide oxygen to her weary body, when Colt pulled out of her. She gasped at the suddenness, feeling unpleasantly empty, groaning her displeasure into his bed; she heard him behind her, one wet stroke, another, and then a moan as he came, wet heat, liquid fire, landing on her handprint-marred skin, already so warm with the possessive impact of his blows, made hotter still by the streaks of white falling onto her body.

She couldn’t think, couldn’t keep up with the motions of his body, as he spread her legs and dove underneath her. She was still moaning, keening, desperate and hot and so close that, when he wrapped his hands around her thighs to pull her down to his mouth, it only took one gentle touch of that clever tongue underneath her, one press of the sharp edges of short fingernails curling into her ass. Then, she screamed, hurtling over the edge, pleasure radiating through her body and slamming through her brain until it was the only thing she knew and then everything is blessedly, quietly blank.

~~~~~

“Ellie?”

She was floating, far away, somewhere dark, where strong arms kept her warm and safe.

“Ellie?” The tinge of worry in his voice pulled her back, a gauzy tether returning her to earth. “Baby, you ok?”

“Yeah.” The timber of her voice spoke volumes, deep and soft. She couldn’t even open her eyes; it just took too much energy.

The arms were moving, all over, everywhere, all at once, in a dizzying pattern that she couldn’t follow. There were soft touches on her arms, her legs, so careful over the red of her ass, cool and calming on the heated skin. She moaned, unable to show her appreciation any other way, and the warmth against her cheek vibrated, a dark chuckle.

“I’m gonna clean you up now.”

She couldn’t answer, an assenting sigh the only noise she could make, and then there was something wet and soft, wiping where he spilled in streaks against the skin he scored. The feeling of regret was a surprise; she would have wanted to see the white in contrast to the flaming crimson, but it ebbed when he was next to her again, calming hands pulling her close and dropping a soft kiss to her forehead.

She was so tired, almost asleep curled against him when he spoke. “Only me.”

“Huh?” She opened her eyes and her lashes fluttered against his chest.

“You’re only this good for me. Only me. Not the guy at the sideshow.”

Ah. She had already forgotten about the sideshow. “You’re being silly. Only you.” She was fading fast, eyelids fighting a losing battle against her exhaustion. “The only one I ever want is you.”

“You have me,” Colt replied and she could feel him shifting against her, warm and comforting on her side.

“For forever?”

She couldn’t even stay awake to hear the answer, slipping into darkness.

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ROD @omgjasminesimone @mskaneko

Colt

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#playchoices fanfic #colt kaneko #colt x mc #choices rod #n*fw #lemon #30 diamond scene #tw:spanking #amy writes

[kratosfan6632466]

Wrecker and zima smut Valentine’s Day edition

Zima was sitting down on the couch relaxing with wrecker wrecker looks at her

Zima : something you want big guy?

Wrecker: yeah you

Wrecker said smiling and blushing

Zima : well it is Valentine’s Day so…….

Zima gets on top of him

Wrecker chuckled

Zima kissed him on the lips softly

Wrecker : your making me …….

Zima noticed his boner and smirked

as wrecker caught up behind her as he gently rubbed her back

Wrecker pants as he felt her touching his “third leg”

Wrecker: mmmh~ please

Wrecker kisses her shoulder *

Wrecker: wanna do a quickie or do you want to do it like normal?

Zima : normal is fine

Wrecker: give me a moment to make this more romantic

Wrecker closes the door after a few minutes he told her to come in

There was a trail of rose petals that lead to the bed as he casually lied down waiting for her to jump in

He had lit up some candles in the background

Zima was completely red

Wrecker chuckled

Wrecker: this works?

Zima : ha-holy shit wrecker yeah

Wrecker: cmere let me do all the work for you you deserve a break

Zima lied on her back wrecker got on top of her

Wrecker: so beautiful…….

Wrecker penetrates her and thrusts a bit fast*

Zima : ah…..ah….mmh….

Wrecker growled like it came from a Wookiee

Zima blushed red turned on by this

Wrecker; this feel good?

Zima : yeah just go a bit faster

Wrecker thrusts faster he pants *

Zima : mmmmh~ oh yes………. Ah…..

Wrecker went harder gripping onto the bed

Zima : ah! Yes!! Fuck me harder!

Wrecker thrusts as fast as he could he clenched his teeth

Wrecker growled as he came *

Zima pants wrecker saw her nipples were erected

Wrecker grabbed them and squeezed her breasts as he licked her nipple as they were sensitive and tender

Wrecker rubbed her nipples around with his thumbs i

Zima : mmmmh~

Wrecker opened zimas legs

Wrecker: I’m hungry for some pussy~

Wrecker said before he sucks her clit

He eventually slid his tongue in as he was heard slurping

Zima : mmmmh~

Wrecker: you taste amazing babe I’m gonna make a mess outta this ~

Wrecker said continuing to eat her pussy

Zima was red

Zima : ah-ah!aah!~

Zima came wrecker swallows it and continues slurping and eating her pussy

Zima : ah~! W-wrecker I’m done

Wrecker stopped

Zima got on the strap and lifts up wrecker

Zima : my turn ~

Zima slowly slid in the toy he was completely red as he was hard

Zima thrusts

Wrecker: mmmh I’m such a bad boy punish me ~

Zima thrusts hard

Wrecker: mh~ yeah that’s it !

Wrecker: I’m such a slut for you baby punish me ~

Zima continued thrusting

Zima smirked as she had another toy for him

Zima turned it on as it was a huge hand

Wrecker: ah~ yes ! Ah!

The hand grabs wreckers shaft and starts stroking it in a fast pace

Wrecker whined in pleasure

Wrecker: oh god~! Aah…….

Wrecker was slapped on the butt

Wrecker: aaaah!!!~

Zima : do you like my surprise ~?

Wrecker: y-yeah oh god I’m gonna cum

Wrecker came as the hand continues stroking him

Wrecker: I-is it gonna milk me dry?

Zima : a bit yeah so just relax

Wrecker whimpered in pleasure zima bent down underneath

Wrecker: wh-what are you doing?

Zima places many kisses on his shaft

Wrecker: f-fuck!!!!!!! Ah!~

He came again

Wrecker: fuck fuck fuck

Zima bends over in front of him and lifts her tail up the hand pushes wrecker to get closer to her

Zima : do you like my butt?

Wrecker: yeah why?

Zima blushed and sat on his face she moved her ass around a bit not expecting wrecker to do anything

Zima then saw his dick then played with her pussy until she came right on his dick

Wrecker pants

Zima : mmmh

Zima : here’s a show you might enjoy

Zima said as four different hands appeared four of them grabbed her wrists and legs as her legs were spread wide open

Wrecker: hm?

A finger from below appears as it rubs her pussy

Zima : mmmh~ ah….oh that’s good

The hand slid some fingers in

Zima : mmmh………

Wrecker watches

As the finger stopped and brought out a huge dildo

Wrecker: woah!

The four hands positioned her as they pushed her pussy in the toy she herself started thrusting

Zima lied down next to wrecker

Zima : a-ah~!

#tw:pegging #tw:spanking

[ihatebnha]

Oh yeah don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind when our man’s being mean either. Him being a butthead wouldn’t bother me; I’ll just tease him right back.

If we’re talking bedroom though…I ESPECIALLY don’t mind it then. Hehehe. Spank me until my ass is completely red, pull my hair. Call me a slut, his little cumwhore. Have me shaking from overstimulation and screaming his name with tears streaming down my face (his poor neighbors).

And then after we’ve cleaned up a bit, we’ll kiss and snuggle and watch old Disney movies or something. 🤷‍♀️ Giggle at him while watching Beauty & the Beast. (“It’s our movie! You’re so like the Beast!” “I am not, shut up. 🙄”)

(pt. 1 here!)

UGH just the thought of Bakugo going from sweetie pie -> teasing -> rough fucking -> BACK to sweetie pie... God, I'm ascending (even if I think he's kind of a sweetie in bed, too).

But either way... the aftercare + movies after... CRYINGGGGGGGGG.

#bakugo #i'd make him watch trolls #because he's like branch LOOOOOL #branchy boy #anyway this was so sweet #ask #anon #caitie chats #tw:spanking. #tw:degradation. #tw:overstimulation. #hair pulling tw

[toots-senpai]

could I request some yandere voyeurism with Hoodie please?

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: yandere! hoodie x reader

Rating: R 19+

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Binding + Gagging, cheating! tw:voyeurism, tw:spanking, cunnilingus, tw:gun!play

nsfw under the cut

He's met up with your little 'boyfriend' a couple times outside of his job. Threatening him to leave you more than once, even putting a gun to his head did nothing for your cocky boyfriend. Spitting in his face and shoving him away with that pansy ass walk off of his. The stupid fucking terrible thrusts to your cunt that actually had you bored driving him absolutely insane. You were on your stomach on your phone as he fucked you so terribly. You were such a good actor for him, every time he pulled his face to yours, you played a pretty broken face, just for him. Even let his pathetic use for a dick cum inside you every night. You go to work unsatisfied, just to come home unsatisfied. Your boyfriend didn't even come home after work every night.

After nights of stalking your boyfriend, he's found that he's got a side piece. Some girl that actually enjoys his dick, that actually begs for him, so nice and cute. You don't do none of the things she does for him. If he had to compare both of his 'lovers' you were the evil stepmother to her cinderella. She was porcelain and you were the bark of wood. Rigid and uncaring to everything around you. You were something completely different than any other person he's stalked. At first, you were just funny to him. He saw you in a drunken bar fight and you threw an entire can of whip cream at a girls head after grabbing it from the bartender which stood behind the bar and laughed when the can exploded somehow, knocking out the girl now covered in whip cream leaving you to get kicked out of the bar. You didn't go without a fight that night either, too drunk to even comprehend your actions when you disagreed and argued with the bar owner about getting out only to end up somehow running away from the cops. You made pig noises for a whole twenty minutes as they chased you and eventually you ended up tricking the cop partners to fall into a bunch of duck shit at the park.

Then there was another incident at a previous job you had. Working as a barista meant getting every order right apparently to the customer in front of you. A karen complaining about the temperature of her drinks at least 10 times before she decided to throw the hot coffee on you. He didn't expect you to one up her and throw the entire, attached may he add, espresso machine at her. You went to jail that night but what type of person wouldn't bail you out and because he payed for your bail and made sure that stupid woman and also those cops were out of sight and out of mind, he payed enough to stalk you these last couple of weeks.

Yet this is the first time he's actually seen you alone at your house in that time. You were waiting for your 'boyfriend' to come over for the past hour. Usually, you don't wait for him, instead leaving and going to pick him up or something else but as he said, you're unsatisfied. Today was a stressful day and you honestly weren't going to beg him to come over, for nothing but his own satisfaction anyways. So you just sat there, watching your favorite TV show... your front door unlocked. If this wasn't an invite, Brian 100% didn't know what was. He slipped in quietly due to your blaring TV screen and slipped behind you and as he did that, he realized he didn't fully access the situation properly. Your fingers tucked into your cunt underneath the blanket as you attempted to touch the spot that made you see stars, instead when you opened your eyes, you saw Hoodie. Mask on and looking intently on you. You didn't shriek or even bother to move, knowing his mask quite quickly due to the shitty repeating TV news station in your new laundry mat job. You just sat in fear attempting to pull away your fingers carefully but he caught your wrist. Strong gloved hand taking your dripping hand from under the blanket and using his other one to slip off the fluffy blanket.

It wasn't your fault for being so comfortable in your own house, no pants or panties as you shamelessly dripped with desire. Your eyes were half lidded yet shocked, scared even but you don't move a muscle. Even when he takes up half of his red smiley mask just to above his nose and takes your wet fingers into his mouth. You pursed your lips together as you watch his tongue purposefully take slow swipes of his tongue around your fingers. You gasped when you realize he's mimicking what he'd do to your cunt as he's pushing just the tip of his tongue between your fingers and you pull your hand away. He let's you which is a bit unexpected, but he doesn't seem to fail with his expectations when he walks around the couch and turns off your TV. It was slightly dark in your living room now, but you could see his perched up mask as clear as day. The brown strands of hair behind the hood and his teeth when he laughed at your expression when he pulled out his dick next to your face. He wasn't hard but you could just tell that he was a grower when you went to touch at his dick and it hardened a bit against just the fingertip you were able to just pass by the tip before he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them above your head, straddling your waist. You were stunned looking at him, and twisted your hips a bit at the sight of his drooling hardening cock. You were confused at what he was doing, his expression unnoticeable by the black mask sitting on top of his nose.

All you could do was watch his pretty cock harden and drip against the skin that was exposed from your comfortable house wear. He grabbed something behind you and then tied up your wrists, taking a rag from his pocket and sticking in your mouth. You shook your head from the rag before he grabbed your cheeks and pushed your mouth open to shove it inside. Once you were bound and gagged he smiled down at you, flashing his pearly teeth before ripping off your shirt in one go and you were bare to his watching eyes. Bare to the fingers that trailed down your hips to your inner thighs and spread you open wider than your boyfriend ever has. He's in fact never even bothered to even glance down your body as this man is doing now. He's never bothered to softly trace his fingers down your skin, never with gloves either. You're then struggling, the leather of his gloves incorrectly touching you and you're just trying to whimper for his attention, attempting to push out the rag with your mouth. When it slipped out you gasped and his glance shot up towards you. If you could see his eyes, you knew he'd be telling you to not say a word but, at least you were able to mention his gloves with a movement of your waist pushing up into his hands and wiggling a bit.

How responsive of his touch you are is all he can think about. He's not even thinking about how you want the gloves off until he's swiping his gloved fingers between your dripping cunt and you're giving him a sound of disapproval and settling your hips as you do with your boyfriend. He's growling and flipping you over by your hips, arching your back with a palm above your tailbone.

"The gloves.." You say annoyed, going to turn around to look at him only to hold on the back of the couch for support when his gloved hand slaps your ass. A little too hard, but he's stops and takes them off rubbing his bare hands on your skin. You let out a full moan you don't sigh like your boyfriend let's you. He hasn't even been close to your cunt and he can already see that you're dripping, his fingers going to press just right into your hips so you can give him better whiny sighs. He's better than your dumbass 'boyfriend' could ever be and he's gonna show you. Show you real good. He drapes you a bit over the tiny couch and your fingers can touch the floor a tad when his bare palm come across your ass suddenly once more. You could feel your slick soaking down your thighs as he slaps at your ass a couple of more times before you can feel him slipping his dick between your folds. He's gripping at your ass and smacking it and you know if you move from this position, he'll just smack harder.

Even if your ass is inflamed, red hot and sore and getting worse with every smack and fierce grip at your ass you couldn't do anything else but make noise for him. Submitting to him fully and even fixing your position every time he smacks you out of your arch. He's slowly easing into your cunt too. Enjoying hoe you're dripping with excitement and creaming around his girth as he beautifully stretches into you. All you could do is gasp for air as he slips deep to your womb while smacking at your ass, you're overstimulated and he's taking it to advantage. For hours he will. Retying your wrists multiple times, gagged you with that rag more than once and now he's been inbetween your legs, for the past hour. A puddle of your juices right below you. He hasn't even bothered to gag you since he's been enjoying seeing you drool for the past hour. Fucked out of your mind with your knees on his shoulders, shaking as he suckles your clit and occasionally smacks at it when you take your attention off of him. As much as you beg for him to stop, he knows you don't want him to by the way you're pulling his face deeper. Pussy begging for his cock for upteenth time of the night but you went a little too far when you were pulling him in. Slipping off his mask and accidentally catching his eyes. Beautiful in the split second of your orgasmic haze, low and hazy and pussy drunk, yet you still tried to look away desperately but you already knew the violence to come. He didn't waste a split second on holding you down by the neck and purring about punishment into your ear and as if you haven't had enough tonight, your cunt was already dripping once more. The couch ruined from where you sat and wet against your sitting form. You didn't expect the shine of a glock to be presented to you but it was.

The glock was aimed to your head for a second as he gave you a couple of orders. Watching you turn around and put your face into the wet couch cushion and spread your cunt for him to spit in. You whimpered and pushed his spit back into your quivering hole and he's locking eyes with you for a whole round. Ramming into your ass and forcing your head deeper into the couch cushion so he can have the perfect angle to see your drooling mouth and cunt at the same time so he can desperately cum as deeply as possible.

You don't notice your soon to be ex-boyfriend outside your front door listening in, but Brian knows. Brian knows that he can and has been hearing you begging for his cum... for his mouth, dick, for him to get closer, to go deeper. Oh he's heard it all. Brian's bringing you up on your knees now as he hears the door creak but he's making sure that you don't notice him stepping in now. He's behind you and holding your neck as he takes the gun and slides it up from your thighs to your stomach. Yet through all of it, he's still ramming while still trailing his gun and he's letting his voice be heard as he stares dead on at your 'boyfriend' through the creak of the door. He's letting the pathetic excuse of a boyfriend watch you get fucked the way you deserve. He's watching intently too, dick hard and pressing a bit at the doorframe as he watches Brian put his fingers in your mouth. You're sucking them like a good trained whore too. Letting yourself drool all over his digits and even arching perfectly against him. Like puzzle pieces clicking together, you looked perfect against him. He put the gun to your head in a final cocky move towards him, a command of your orgasm and you were squirting off his dick, exhausted and almost screaming when you came.

He realizes it too as he's walking away from the door and leaving you there. Maybe he was waiting for the sharp piercing pop of the gun through the air as he walks slow to his car but instead, it's quiet, along with your neighborhood. Your lights are off and his doors are the only thing that 'pops' when the door locks but he knows it's coming. The hollow blast in his ear. When he lays down that night and wakes up to the wind from the open window, he doesn't even flinch at the sound of the safety being unclicked. He expects the pop.

#tw:voyeurism #creepypasta #smut #creepypasta imagine #tw:gun!play #hoodie smut #hoodie #hoodie x reader smut #hoodie x reader #catfish imagines #yandere hoodie

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬!

common triggering topics you may come across on my blog include (but are not limited to):

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noncon ⋆ #tw:noncon

dubcon ⋆ #tw:dubcon

somnophilia ⋆ #tw:somnophilia

dacryphilia ⋆ #tw:dacryphilia

degradation/dumbification ⋆ #tw:degradation, #tw:dumbification

daddy kink (sometimes with a ddlg type dynamic; aka a condescending caregiver type vibe) ⋆ #tw:daddy kink

spanking ⋆ #tw:spanking

marking (bruises, hickeys, scratches, bites) ⋆ #tw:marking

size kink/size difference ⋆ #tw:size kink

rough sex ⋆ #tw:rough sex

minimal prep ⋆ #tw:minimal prep

cum play ⋆ #tw:cumplay

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murder ⋆ #tw:murder

yandere ⋆ #tw:yandere

toxic relationships (manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, patronization/condescension, extreme control, etc) ⋆ #tw:toxic relationship

abuse ⋆ #tw:abuse

mental illness (rarely) ⋆ #tw:mental illness

self harm (rarely) ⋆ #tw:self harm

suicide (literally just for dazai) ⋆ #tw:suicide

age gaps between consenting adults ⋆ #tw:age gap

pseudocest (aka incest between adopted or step siblings, big brother x little sister ONLY) ⋆ #tw:pseudocest

organized crime ⋆ #tw:organized crime

drugs/drug addiction ⋆ #tw:drugs

cheating ⋆ #tw:cheating

blood/gore ⋆ #tw:blood, tw:gore

if any of the topics mentioned above make you uncomfortable or upset, please filter the appropriate tags or block me! your safety and enjoyment should be of utmost concern, and it is your responsibility to curate your online space and online experience accordingly. stay safe <3

for a list of characters i write for and topics i will not write, please ✰click here!✰

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tags for hypothetical situations and headcanons set in the AUs i’ve created!!

#𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚-𝐧𝐢𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

#𝐛𝐦𝐛 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

#𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚!𝐚𝐮 (actual tag is: #inky.darkacademia)

#𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚

#i know this is WAY overdue #like #WAY way waaaaaay overdue #i also feel like i'm missing some stuff??? #but i shall add as i remember :) #im also going to be in the process of going through my ENTIRE blog and making sure everything's tagged properly #after bmb pt 3 is posted #so i'll definitely be adding more tags after that!! #hehehe <33 #dabi’s tags are so cute #he’s gonna be happy to see ‘em when i show him tomorrow eeeeee