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#you will no longer be obedient
twobigears · 10 months
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Trying to enter that August obedience trial before I lose my two seconds of motivation and wow clubs still make it difficult to enter these trials in the year of our lord 2023 🙃
Also I really wish they would actually publish the class order and not punt it off like “we’ll decide after the entries close” because these trials have been happening for a millenia and knowing how the Old Guard feels about change in obedience, I guarantee the class order has not changed once.
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hoodieimp · 1 year
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Nothing grinds my gears more than people who insist that all cats are Smug Assholes just because they don't behave like dogs
(Spoiler alert: it's because they aren't dogs)
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timeisacephalopod · 10 months
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I've seen, repeatedly, that every accusation is a confession from the political right and honestly nothing rings more true to that than the claim that university is liberal indoctrination and this is a problem for right wingers for reasons I can't identify when they have the Joshua Generation.
At least libs only indoctrinate adults who are paying thousands of dollars for it instead of literally breeding a billion kids they all homeschool and abuse the fuck out of with the hopes they'll all become Clarence Thomas and fuck America 18 different ways to Sunday. What an odd thing to even bitch about if they're ok with literally doing what they falsely accuse universities of except to literal children from birth to, if they had their way, death while also flailing around about "false accusations" like they aren't throwing them out as fast as they're having kids they force their other kids to raise while treating that abuse like a Funny Little Organization System. Kids are such blessings you know, that's why they don't even bother raising half of them and force their daughters to do all that work for them.
I'm actually surprised I don't see more people who left this lifestyle as adults who were raised into it speaking up about this stuff. There's more of it now, half these things were mentioned in the Shiney Happy People doc and I found out about the Joshua Generation from a podcast called Kitchen Table Cult that is hosted by 2 people who left similar beliefs to the Duggars but I'm honestly surprised it's not like. A huge thing in news everywhere but that's probably because this type of shit isn't even a blip on the map of all the fucked up things the political right does so often it's exhausting to keep up with let alone hold anyone accountable for. Too busy bitching that trans people shit and do so in public bathrooms sometimes. Priorities, you know. Think of the children, but not the ones being bred and abused to further their parents political ends.
#winters ramblings#like BRUH if you want to talk about school and indoctrination clean your OWN mess up before pointing fingers#at least unis are 'blanket training' babies into obedience if you look this up its HORRIFIC child abuse be warned#nor are they irresponsibily having 80 000 children they dont even fucking raise THEMSELVES#while criticising OTHER PEOPLE for habing a bunch of kids!!! like ???!?!#yall motherfuckers will turn women into breeding horses until they DIE or can no longer reproduce and you whine about#PEOPLE OF COLOR who only have like FOUR kids compared to your TWENTY??? okay bud#like yes that last one was a direct duggar callout but they arent alone in these contradictory beliefs that make NO sense#like michelle bitching about trans women taking a piss like shell get raped by her as if she wasnt housing a FUCKINF CHILD MOLESTER#in HER house while blaming the VICTIMS and downplaying their abuse WHAT right does this fuckswizzle have to say SHIT about sex pests#if michelle gave a shit about that she wouldnt be a part of the HORRIFICALLY abusive IBLP so shut your irresponsible child abusing ASS#michelle. and stop calling your kids blessing when you didnt even RAISE most of them your fucking DAUGHTERS did that FOR you#why even HAVE all these kids if THATS what you do to them? shelter them from ANY outside opinion abuse them#force them into your pokitics withthe hopes theyll TAKE OVER THE COUNTRY YOU LIVE IN LMFAO#dont complain about indoctrination when you have MASSIVE swaths of your politicsl party okaying shit like the duggars#or ACTIVELY participating in turning children into politicsl weapons instead of appreciating them as individuals#you know. since theyre allegedly blessings and all that not just convenient and easily controlled political pawns
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bam-reactive · 8 months
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Any other dog trainers have a client dog that made you think "damn I wish this dog was mine"?
Or is this just a me problem
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snowsinterlude · 3 months
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🍒 - fitting room.
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summary: your soon to be husband always did his best to keep you happy and pretty for him, once a month he would always take you out to keep you in fashion, even if that was just an excuse to fuck you in a fitting room.
c.w: nsfw, smut, p in v, blowjob (m. recieving), dirty talk, public sex, fitting room sex, almost caught, cum denial, mentions to tit slapping and clit slapping, creampie, breeding, dom snow, sub reader, president snow x soon to be wife reader, sex in public places
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being wed to the president of panem had some strange types of luxury that comes with it.
one of them being your wardrobe, full to the brim with clothes he brought to you, he had to build you an entire closet to fit in all the things he got you. jewelry, dresses, everything that he wanted you to wear for him, too. lingerie being the thing he always told you to buy.
so today, once again, you were on another luxury store with him, buying clothes and asking for his opinion on certain clothes, knowing he was glad to help you.
"m'love-" you called him, shyly. he gave the assistant of the store a look that was enough to send her away, and when he entered, he could see your panties on your hands while you wore one of the store's new dress. you were olaying with the fabric of your panties like a timid whore, hands occupied with it.
"what..." he chuckled, not even needing to ask anything when you fluttered your eyes at him, his dick starting to stiff up when you swayed your hips to his direction, arms hugging his waist shyly.
"it's just, you know.. you have been such a good husband to me and our wedding didn't even occur, i thought we could, you know, uh... advance the honeymoon."
ah, it wasn't the first time you guys fucked, but those words were enough for him to kiss you all of a sudden, pinning you on the wall while putting your panties on his pockets.
you did your best to make him happy too, always satisfying him and his dick, pumping him while on your knees, tears welling on your eyes as you licked his tip, kissing it open mouthed.
"don't let any drop fall on the dress, okay?" he growled, and you nodded obediently, the action making your head bob on his cock, earning a chuckle out of his lips.
you pulled away a bit, breathing heavily before giving his balls a small kiss. he slapped your face lightly, putting his entire being into not hurting your pretty face and thanking heavens for you being a whore who liked such dirty things.
"coryo, i.. hn, i want you to cum inside of me." you said, breathless after drooling on his cock, getting it purposefully wet for it to enter your gushing ignored cunt.
"god, you're such a bitch." he chuckled, pulling you to stand up, your legs shaking from being on your knees for longer than you actually remembered being.
with your thigh being held by his hand to spread your legs apart, your hands were holding onto anything in that fitting room that could help you not to fall. your moans were muffled by your own panties, that he had stuffed in his pocket before calling you a whore for making him have to muffle your lewd sounds with your own panties.
"i can't believe you are such a perverted whore, drooling on your own panties while i fuck you senseless." he whispered on your ear, kissing your neck while his skin slapped against yours. "maybe i should fuck some sense into you, don't you think so, bunny?"
his question was ironic, but you still nodded pathetically, a despair he had never seen before on anyone's eyes, your tears probably being the main thing that made him think of that.
then, there was a sudden knock on the fitting room door, which made you panic, but not him, his thrusts could have gotten a bit slower, but your pussy was still gushing around him, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as you moaned against your panties.
"miss snow?" the assistant asked, ear on the door as she tried to hear what was happening inside the fitting room. "miss snow, is everything alright?"
her voice seemed a bit worried, and coriolanus kisses on your neck made you even weaker, his mouth nibbling on your ear.
"be a good girl and answer her. and don't you dare make those slutty sounds of yours." he whipered, taking the panties out of your mouth, you let out a soft sob and breathed in heavily before answering.
"y..yes, it is." you blurted out. "is there.. is there anything 'rong?" you fucked yourself back on his dick while saying those things, his hands grabbing your ass with desire, lust and gluttony, marking his hand prints on your ass.
"no. i just needed to know if your husband was there. it is not allowed to have two people in the same fitting room in the store, i need to follow the rules." she said, and your pussy gripped tightly on his cock, his finger masturbating your clit non stop.
"h-he's not there." you answered, pausing multiple times to try and control your sobs.
"but you called him earlier, miss." she said.
"yeah, only t-to zip up.. m-my dress..!" you said, biting your lip as his hand met your cheek again and again, your lips trembling as you cried a bit.
"oh.. okay, miss! please call me if needed." she said, coriolanus relaxed seeing her shadow disappear on the ground, your mouth being stupidly stuffed with your panties again.
"god, you're a terrible actor, bunny." he said, picking up pace while fucking you deep and fast. "great thing you're such a perfect wife for me."
you mewled into his touches, feeling him slap your butt terribly strong, your skin burning as you moaned. "'m sowwy, love" you said, not taking in the tease, it was too difficult to speak up when there was a pair of panties shoved on your mouth.
he slapped across your boobs, your nipples stinging up while his other thumb rubbed against your over sensitive clit against his skillful hands, his hand slapping and pinching at your clit.
"sorry, coryo, sorry!" you begged, crying eyes closing shut as you felt your climax next and ready to engulf your body, but it didn't.
however, he was the first to cum, breeding you up real nice for him while you kept crying.
"coryo!" you begged, not even needing to say the words for him to know what you wanted, his index and his thumb kept on assaulting your clit, his lips kissing your tears.
"sorry, bunny. you're not gonna cum until we arrive home." and those words were enough for you to cry more, your pussy clenching as he pulled his cock away, leaving your cunt to clench on the air, already missing his cock. "be a good girl, okay? if you complain, you won't be cumming for the next month." he threatened.
he helped you dress your panties again, paying for the dress that was still on your body, your body, that was still stuffed with his cum. you and him walked to home, he only demanded that the chauffeur would leave your shopping bags on your closet.
he made you walk all the way to home with your panties stuffed in cum, but you didn’t and you wouldn't complain. you knew that the best you behaved, the soon you'd be cumming on your shared bed, making a mess on his face and on his cock.
you hugged his arm, biting your lip while day dreaming about how much he'd fuck you when you both arrived home. which he did.
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kingkonoha · 6 months
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𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 truly didn’t mean to be so rough, but he couldn’t help it. Not when his attitude-having girlfriend finally stopped speaking to him so foully.
He didn’t bother with removing any of his clothes. He only unbuckled his belt, pulled out his hard cock, and slid your pretty head along his dick.
“Is this all it takes to get you to quiet down?” Nanami grunted, gripping your hair as he thrusted his big cock in and out of your mouth. “You just needed to take my dick down your throat in order to behave, hm?”
Tossing his head back with a groan, Nanami quickened his pace. And you could barely stand it; spit soaking his cock and dribbling down your chin, your eyes becoming wet and watery as your hands held on to his muscular thighs.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing such a good job for me,” Nanami moaned. “I’m so close. Will you be a good girl for me today, and let me cum down your throat, sweetheart?”
His grip on your hair tightened. His heavy balls swung with every thrust. With his breathing becoming uneasy, moans and groans falling from between his lips, his orgasm started to build up in the pit of his stomach, swirling around inside of him until he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“I’m cumming,” he gritted his teeth. “Swallow it. Every last drop of it.”
Nanami stopped thrusting, holding your head still as he shot his milky load into your awaiting mouth, and he listened closely to the beautiful sounds of his cum squirting out of his dick, and you swallowing it obediently.
When he pulled himself out of your mouth, you whined.
“What’s wrong? You want more?” He looked down at you as he spoke, his hand still gripping your hair as you nodded in response.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Nanami bent down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss as he mumbled, “we’ll start fucking soon.”
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erwinsvow · 7 days
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rafe’s been watching you all day—you seem off today. you’re always quiet, always watching the situation in front of you with your big doe eyes and trying to process, looking up at him for reassurance that you’re doing the right thing, that you’re not doing something to make him upset.
rafe doesn’t know when he got so used to it—your shyness, your trust in him, how easily you do everything he says. he thinks that he likes you compliant, but your obedience is on another level entirely. he worries about it, sometimes, what he’s doing to you and what he’s already done.
he watches you in the passenger seat of his truck, legs folded in gently, shoes slipped off so you don’t make anything dirty. you must be lost in some nervous thought, since you’re biting your cuticles. he’s playing music from your phone, in the hopes it’ll bring back down to earth with him. you hum along to some song he’d never heard of before he met you while chewing on your poor skin, staring out the window. 
he reaches over to slap your hand away from your mouth. he thinks for a split second that he should be a normal boyfriend, that he should have just told you to stop. you stare back at him with your wide eyes, wondering if he’s getting upset, like you always worry about. rafe takes your hand and presses a kiss to your fingers.
“stop doin’ that.” 
“okay, rafe.” you agree, letting your hand rest in his for the rest of the car ride. you hesitate for a moment, and he knows what’s coming. “sorry.”
“stop apologizin’ too. quit ruining your nails. didn’t pay for them to get all fucked up.”
he takes you back to tannyhill, and even upstairs in his bedroom, you don’t pay attention to the movie he’s put on for you while he works on his laptop. you fiddle with your hair and stare out the window, lost in thought, lost in your own world. 
he’s still trying to figure you out—it’s all new for him. it is a conquest, and it was entertaining at first, but he doesn’t think it’s a game anymore. he doesn’t like the idea of sending you anywhere alone, in fear that you’ll just let someone walk all over you. it’s become his personal responsibility to make sure you’re being taken care of, being defended, even from yourself.
he closes the laptop, and the noise snaps you from your thoughts. you turn to look at him, smiling the sweet, shy way you always do.
“all done?” you question before you make any movement, not wanting to interrupt him. 
“yeah. come over here.” you make your way to his desk chair, hesitating for a moment, your way of asking for permission. he pats a hand on his thigh, and you crawl into place, resting fully on his lap and swinging your arms around his neck. you press your head down to rest against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. 
“what’s goin’ on with you today?”
“nothing,” you murmur back. “just tired. miss you.”
“m’right here, kid.” 
“yeah,” you whisper back. it’s too quiet, and it feels too intimate. you think you should stop being so weird and just be normal for rafe for once, like he wants. “sorry.” 
“stop sayin’ sorry. do i have to slap the habit outta you?” you shake your head quickly against his chest, while his grip tightens around you. his fingers play with the ends of your hair. he doesn’t want to slap it out of you anyways, but sometimes you respond better to him being firm. “good.” 
you stay like that for a little longer, breathing in rafe’s scent and calming yourself down. in a sudden burst of confidence, you hold your head up and look rafe right in the eyes.
“do you love me, rafe?” you feel like you just need to know, just need to hear it, that it’ll fix everything and make you feel better. he’s a little surprised you’re being so forward.
“yeah, kid. i fuckin’ love you. gonna make me spell it out? not clear enough?” you finally smile, rolling your eyes and laughing a little. he breathes a little sigh of relief.
“i knew it,” you say, returning to your place against his chest.
“knew what?”
“that it would make me feel better," you mewl against his shirt, making yourself comfortable. you seem happier than before, which is all he really wanted.
rafe thinks he's still figuring you out.
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t4kio · 3 months
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𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔦𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔦 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲. ✮ ⠀⠀ 𓇼 DIE FOR YOU ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀jock boyfriend!satoru gojō.
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✷⠀𝓢𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝓘𝑺⠀?! football player!satoru gojō , and all the different ways he’d make a mess out of you in the men’s locker room at school. | smut. est relationship. pwp. wc 2.5k.
⠀⠀⠀₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ⠀⠀⠀she!her prns. femreader. nsfw. creampies. oral [ m receiving ]. riding. pussy bullying. begging. crying. dacryphilia. exhibitionism. dom & sub dynamics.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❨ 五条悟 ❩
▎ ִ ⭒ ׂ ִ BEG FOR IT. ⎯⎯ ❛ locker sex. ❜
something satoru loved more than anything was when he got his hands on you, rediscovering all of his favorite spots that were already littered in his markings from nights prior. he absolutely adored how you’d succumb beneath his simple touch, head tossing against the lockers behind you whilst your beautiful doe eyes interlocked with his.
your skirt would be hiked along your waist with one leg wrapped around his torso, watching as he easily slipped through your sopping folds that engulfed him with each vigorous thrust he delved into your gummy walls. your hips were practically molds of his hands with how harsh his grasp on you was, as if he were to let go them he’d never get you back.
⎯⎯ "t—toru , oh—fuck! please .. please let me cum, " your pleas were merely birds chirping in the dawn of the day with how he blatantly ignored you, hips continuing to snap against your own with his sweat covered face never faltering from its marred expression. your delicate fingers pressed against his clothed chest, desperately clawing the seams of his mesh uniform. "let ya cum when you were practically droolin’ over suguru the entire damn game?" his words became as rough as his thrusts, squeals and yelps bubbling within the depths of your abdomen when he reached his hand to your clit, fiddling with it much of a harp, your mewls the melodies that followed shortly after being strung.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the stimulation and tension that suffocated you had you seeing stars dancing along the ceiling, imagination far too corrupted for you to think straight whatsoever. no matter how hard you tried to suppress your lewd sounds, satoru knew his way around every aspect of your body, making sure he hit just that right spot so you’d be cream and screaming on him yet again. he played you like a flute, stuffing just the right holes to make as much noise as he possibly could with you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀scooping your ass was one thing, but shoving his fingers into your mouth was surely another. muffled cries and moans were wavered along the sides of his digits, your own hands reaching for his forearm as he curled his hips and bullied his dick deeper than before, eyeing you with a fiery glint whirring his crystalline irises. obedience was just somethibn satoru’s expected from you, especially when he was doing you the favor of making you cream more than any man ever could. he tediously watched as you slowly began to suck on his fingers the longer he kept them in your mouth, a few "good girl" and "jus’ like that , princess" tossed your way whilst you treated his hand as if you were a deprived woman on a hot summer day with some fresh ice cream.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you could feel your orgasm building up, a knot full of desire churning your organs with each hip buck satoru kissed against your abdomen. if you were going to cum, he was going to make sure it engulfed his whole erection, wanting every last piece of your essence all over him. not that you actually had been, but if you wanted the attention of other men so bad like satoru assumed, he’d make sure you remembered who’s dog was molding your desperate cunt every night. who was bending you over every surface top and stuffing you for the next few hours. he’d remind you exactly where home was.
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▎ ִ ⭒ ׂ ִ ATTA GIRL. ⎯⎯ ❛ blowjobs. ❜
you typically weren’t one to offer a blowjob. it was tacky and getting on your knees for a man was far beyond something you’d ever willing do. that was before you met satoru gojō , though. because with the way he handled you. how he treated you as if you were the only woman in his world. god, it made you want to have his children every time he bent you over a countertop.
especially with how he looked from the view point of you being on your knees, him staring down at you with that devious smirk he always held anytime you wanted something from him. he knew you were prissy in some areas, so when you pushed him to sit down on the bench in the lockerroom with you lowering to your knees, he’d definitely be lying if he wasn’t the least bit surprised. maybe even concerned because it wasn’t like you. at all.
⎯⎯ however , he definitely wasn’t complaining when your mouth was being stuffed entirely with his dick, his twitching base and leaking tip only growing worse the more you stared up at him with those perfectly glossed eyes. he hissed and groaned every time you hollowed your cheeks, his chiseled jaw clenching as the minutes passed by. you gagged and choked on his girth like your life depended on it, sleek fingers kneading what you couldn’t take in. one b hand rested diligently against the flesh of his inner thigh, acrylic nails delving into his skin the longer you worked your head on his erection.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀satoru couldn’t tell whether he enjoyed the mixture of pleasure and pain, but he definitely wasn’t opposed to it seeing as he continued to voice his vulgar grunts, hips subconsciously bucking into your face whenever you so much as swirled your tongue on his tip. that damn silver-lined piercing was going to be the death of him, his climax already tethering his organs the deeper you shoved him down your throat.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"s—shit , pretty. ya can’t be doin’ that. fuck— i’m gonna cum," his praises were music to your ears, leading you to go against his wishes and do the exact opposite. with every inch you took, the deeper you seeped your piercing into his tip, satoru’s hand immediately grasping at your roots. "god , y’re such a damn brat." muttered complains were his only form of speech as you poked your brains out with his dick sliding far too deep in your throat, satoru pushing all his annoyance into his thrusts as he fucked his hips into your face. all you could do was take it, hands pathetically clawing at his thighs with squelches overpowering your sobbed whimpers.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a mixture of your saliva and his juices built up at the crevices of your mouth, coating his erection in the most beautiful essence the man has ever seen. he loved being covered in you, his mind doing backflips. to him, your mouth was much of a fleshlight, being used and abused to his liking. and you enjoyed every second of it. "yeah , jus’ like that. s’good for me , pretty." heaved and husked groans laced their way into his appraisals, leering down at you with the most conceited and arrogant grin spread widely along his features. though, it was your first time giving him head, it definitely wouldn’t be your last because satoru damn sure enjoyed the view of those prissy little eyes pathetically begging at him to fuck you through halflidded lashes.
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▎ ִ ⭒ ׂ ִ TAKE IT ALL. ⎯⎯ ❛ creampies. ❜
your biggest fear being satoru’s girlfriend was definitely the possibility of people walking in on you two in the locker room. he always made sure he never locked it because of how many guys—both on and off the team— had a thing for you, and the cheerleader uniforms were no help to his cause. he always made sure to remind everyone whose you were, and if they just so happen to waltz into the locker room like a lost child at six flags, then he’d definitely make sure he reminded them who was fucking you every night and who shaped your cunt.
he didn’t care like you did. he wanted them to see, while you would die from embarrassment if anyone ever saw you getting slutted out at school of all fucking places. he always tried every position with you, bending you in ways you’d never believe you could possibly move. he had his way with you and that’s the part you loved, that was the part that drowned out all your worries and had you creaming so hard it tainted his skin.
⎯⎯ but , satoru’s favorite position definitely had to be where you were sprawled out along the wooden bench, skirt covering your lower stomach with your sweets on full display for him. one leg would rest along his should with his other hand grasping the base of his dick, teasing his tip through your folds that twitched anytime he pushed himself through. he could definitely hear your cries and sobs for him to fuck you, but that was the version of you he loved the most, so he always dragged it out for as long as he could. he loved seeing just how much you squirmed and begged for him to fuck you, like you were some deprived slut.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀though, you’d be his slut so it didn’t matter. he’d continue to taunt your cunt by slapping his heavy girth on your clit, watching exactly how you shuddered beneath the tease. his backside would drag across your sopping pussy, collecting all the juices you had to offer before slowly slipping through your lips that hugged him so deliciously. hissed grunts fell loosely from satoru’s lips when your hand reached down to grab his dick, his hand gripping your wrist all the while he utterly bottomed out in you. the sudden force had ear trembling squeals zipping from your throat, cunt being filled with nothing more than your ridiculed orgasm satoru bullied out of you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀how he fucked you oh so beautifully had your eyes rolling so far back you swore you saw the pearly whites. your back arched off the bench, his speed never once faulting as he could feel his own climax nearing. you’d only just begun but with how much tension he built, it was inevitable that he’d cum so fast. alongside the fact he was undoubtedly in love with you that your mere existence had him creaming his pants anytime you so much as whined for him. it was a cute factor about him you loved, but also one that you’d rarely point out because on the off chance you did, he’d make sure you were bedridden for the next few business days.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"toru— please! f—fuck." he loved nothing more than when you cried for him, that damn nickname being his kryptonite. its what led him to his orgasm, his white ropes dancing along your walls and painting them like a new room. he pulled out at just the right time, seed still spilling as he pumped his shaft with his tip still snuggly resting within your folds. his hot liquids ran chills down your back, satoru watching as he spilled from your stuffed cunt, his juices leaking onto the tiled floor beneath you. his only form of action was shoving it back into you, loving how your clenched hole continued to push it out no matter how many times he slid his tip into you.
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▎ ִ ⭒ ׂ ִ SAVE A HORSE. ⎯⎯ ❛ riding. ❜
the only time satoru could get you to remain still was when you were obediently sitting on his lap. whether you were at a game, waiting for the last team to finish and all you wanted to do was mingle with the fans, but he knew you’d undoubtedly get lost. or, when you were at the dining hall waiting for your next class to start, all the guys staring at how the uniform skirt rode your ass perfectly. the ass that was satoru’s and his only.
his hand always rested against it, a form of dominance assertion to the guys who could never seem to peel their eyes off you. and, if it weren’t for you, satoru would’ve dealt with them already. but he promised you he’d be civil and not risk his football scholarship he worked relentlessly to get. which is reasonable, but bashing a few faces in wouldn’t hurt anyone. at least not him.
⎯⎯ though , his favorite way of you sitting on his lap was when his dick was buried so deep in your gummy walls, he could feel you heart pulsating. stretching you out so perfectly that his shape would practically be engraved into your cunt even after he finished. which, it always did. no matter how many times he fucked you, you could always feel your nerves craving for him afterwards. it’s how you always ended up falling asleep with him inside you. no movement, nothing, just the solace of him and how he’s affected your life in such a short time. it was cute, satoru had to admit. and he surely enjoyed it just as much as you did, especially when he woke up to you a heaved mess above him, his hips bucking into you as you cried for mercy.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you’d be sitting on the locker room, door unlocked as always, with his hands kneading and slapping the raw of your ass with each thrust he bullied into your aching cunt. his torture was pleasure against your flesh, twitching legs and mewls of ecstasy filling the silent void that’d only been the noises of your ass bouncing on his erection. one hand groped you whilst the other ricocheted against your skin every few moments, tomato hues engraving into you the more he abused it. though, you didn’t mind. the mixed emotions had stars consuming your existence, cloud nine far too niche of a way to express how you truly felt.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀no matter how many times you tried rocking your hips against him, he always seeped his hands into your ass and held you perfectly above his dick, his waist thrusting into you at a speed that left you a limp mess. he loved watching how your fucked out expression melted into nothing but pure moans and cries, liquids dripping down the sides of his dick each time he curled at your cervix. he knew all your sweet spots and likewise knew how to prod at them just right to earn a picture perfect reaction from you. he knew your weaknesses and it scared you, but also enthralled you at how much attention he paid to you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"g’na cum. t—toru , m’gonna , fuck—" you couldn’t even get your words out before warm liquids trickled down your thighs, satoru continuing to stuff you through you high, eyes rolling back yet again at his torture. your nails delved into his shoulders, satoru disregarding the slight pain it stung due to his admiration for you and how he only cared about seeing how much he could please you. it wasn’t a healthy obsession but you were his girlfriend regardless so he truly could not give a single fuck. as long as you were happy he didn’t pay any mind to anything else. and you the same, you made sure to squeeze him so perfectly that he’d be fighting demons to not cum right then and there. you both loved the adrenaline rush and how it only intensified your orgasms all together.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𑄽𑄺ྀ
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﹙⠀𝓡.⠀﹚ 𝐘𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄⠀𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ━━ mature discretion advised. all rights reserved. do not plagiarize or steal works. ✧ ִֶָ ، !
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yandere-daydreams · 20 days
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tw - dub/con, afab!reader, cockwarming, medical malpractice, nonconsensual drug use, manipulation, unbalanced power dynamics, and obsessive behavior.
[commissioned piece. donate to palestinians in gaza here.]
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“It really is a shame to lose such a lovely patient.
His hand drifted from your thigh to your hip, rocking you back as you tried to squirm away from him. He was too deep, too big, and you’d been sitting on his cock for too long. Whenever you tried to shift your weight, though, the arm wrapped around your waist would tighten its hold and drag you back into place, leaving your ass slotted against his hips and your cunt struggling to clench around his base. You didn’t know how long he’d kept you like this, but it must’ve been longer than an hour, if not two, three, four. Despite your foggy senses, you could feel slick dripping down your thighs, an empty void in the pit of your stomach where pleasure should’ve been. You could remember hearing that Harper was a good doctor, but that couldn’t be right. Doctors weren’t supposed to make you feel so bad.
“I mean, I know it should be a doctor’s goal to see their patients off as happy and as healthy as can be, but—” He paused, sighed, and you could picture him rolling his eyes, feigning wistfulness as he let out an airy chuckle. “Good, obedient patients can be so rare, especially in a town like this. I’m allowed to mourn the loss of my best charge yet, aren’t I?”
You felt him twitch inside of you, and in search of a distraction, your gaze fell to the collection of papers fanned out over the desk in front of you. You knew you were supposed to be reading them, but the text seemed so impossibly small, and your last round of medication was still clouding your senses, making it hard to focus on much of anything beyond the throbbing in your core, the feeling of his cock stretching you open despite your body’s best attempts to force him out. You could recognize the phrases, signal out words like ‘unfit’ and ‘dependent’ mixed in with the rest of the benign text, but when you tried to put it all together, none of it made sense. It was all you could do to check the boxes Harper pointed to, sign your name on any dotted lines that hadn’t already been filled by his. You could only hope that, when you finished, he’d let you stand up, get off of him, go back to your cozy room with its nice, soft padded walls. You couldn’t imagine having to sleep in his office, again.
“And you’ve been so cooperative, too,” he went on, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You felt his lips against the shell of your ear, then your cheek. “Always taking your medication, always following your treatment plans, always coming to our little sessions with an open-mind – the pinnacle of an ideal patient. Honestly, sometimes I think I could tell you to stick your hand in a vat of boiling water, and you’d do it with a smile on your face. All for the sake of your recovery, of course.”
It was him moving, this time – shifting forward until your stomach was pressed against the blunt edge of his desk and he was all-but draped over you, his body pressed flush against yours. You let out a pitchy whine by way of protest, but Harper didn’t seem to notice, only humming as his hand found yours. “Almost done, little mouse. Just one more page.” He was practically cooing as he took you by the wrist, guiding your hand to the bottom of the final page. Two thick, cutting lines occupied most of the available space, his neat signature taking up the first. He brought you to the second, almost daunting in its vacancy, his index finger tapping against the back of your hand. “You remember your name, right? Can you write it for me?”
It was so hard to think, to stay awake, to try and remember a time where he hadn’t been planted so deeply inside of you. “If…” you started, only to trail off. You blinked once, then twice, and did your best to force your tongue to move. “If I do, can I go home?”
Usually, Harper hated it when you talked about the orphanage, about school, about home. You hadn’t meant to, you just wanted to go back to your room, and you moved to correct yourself, to promise that you didn’t want to be anywhere but this hospital, his hospital before he frowned and prescribed you another electrotherapy session, another dose of the small, white pills that left your thoughts blurred and your body hot. But, anything you might’ve been able to spit out died with a breathy laugh, a peck to the corner of your jaw. “Of course,” he purred, rocking his hips gently against yours. “Sign, and I’ll take you home tonight.”
For the first time in weeks, you felt yourself start to smile. Hastily, smudging the ink more than once, you scrawled your name across the brutal line, dropping the pen and going slack against Harper as soon as you were finished. There was another open-mouthed kiss to your throat, then the dip of your shoulder, and he dragged you back onto his lap with a playful squeeze to your thigh, a grin pressed into the crook of your neck. You squirmed unabashedly, now, your hands  graspingly weakly at the arms of his chair in hopes of pulling yourself to your feet, but Harper held you tight. “Where do you think you’re going, little mouse?”
“I need to— You said I could go—”
“Just give me another minute, darling.”
His cock pulsed against the walls of your cunt, and you felt something break open inside of you.
“I want to appreciate this moment before we get you to proper, brand-new home.”
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horang-07 · 5 months
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FNAF SPOILERS! SCROLL! TALKING ABOUT THE SPRINGLOCK SCENE!
i’ve seen so many people discussing the springlock scene in both negative and positive ways and i think it brings up really cool points about how matthew played that scene and balanced fan expectations with his own characterisation.
i think the discussions around this movie have rlly exposed the disconnect between fanon and canon in fnaf, especially talking abt the core games in isolation, bc frankly in the game universe (ignoring the books) we get Very Little characterisation for William other than the obvious, but Matthew managed to add so much in the way he talks and his body language.
in the reveal scene, we see afton at arguably his peak. in his first scene, he comes off as somewhat demeaning and judgemental until he recognises mike’s name, at which point he seems to have this nervous energy, rushing to cover it up but stumbling slightly, his reaction to the tables being turned even slightly is massive.
this is a man who committed multiple mrdrs in essentially broad daylight, hid the bodies in the most obvious place, and still got away with it, and then kept the crime scene as a trophy of his actions, and an ongoing prison sentence for his victims. he has been in complete control for decades, and is confident that he can deal with any kind of threat quickly. his confidence in his reveal is palpable
it changes when vanessa shoots him. the whole parallel with vanessa and the animatronics is hugely interesting too- how william refers to the animatronics almost endearingly as “kids” when he wants them to obey, how both vanny and the animatronics have an unearned loyalty to him, almost a pseudo-adoption through what he did to them, taking them from their parents and keeping them under his thumb, forever stuck as naive, forgiving, obedient children. vanessa breaking from that control shakes him, but the mask slips back into place almost immediately.
then, he’s outsmarted by the brother of one of his victims, and the child he planned to end next. his pseudo-children turn on him and he can no longer manipulate his appearance or shed his skin to escape. he explodes on them, and his language is incredibly telling that he is being dishonest.
he calls them small, trying to belittle them into submission, even though they are ten feet tall metal animatronics powered by rage. he is grasping at straws to regain control, and failing miserably.
finally, the springlocks go off. the locks in the movie look more like a ribcage, so the first two likely puncture his lungs. they’re slow, and painful, but he doesn’t scream or beg or sob. he grunts and groans, gritting his teeth and only letting out sounds of pain that sound almost involuntary. there is no way in hell he would visibly let himself show weakness or pain in front of these creatures that he believes he has control over. he isn’t brought to his knees until there are eight metal spikes embedded in his abdomen. he doesn’t let the mask fall for even a second, until he literally PUTS THE ACTUAL MASK ON and finally collapses. even then, he’s fighting for consciousness, twitching and writhing with no control over his body. william afton thrives on control, and his soul will not rest until he gets it back.
it’s why he keeps the pizzeria- he always comes back. he can’t help but return to the scene of the crime, putting on his old costume, continuing his killings. he revels in being a constant threat on the horizon. and now, he knows he is going to die, and he knows the suit will bring him back, and noone will be able to get rid of him then. so he puts the mask back on, and waits.
in terms of the sfx- they’re pretty accurate. with stab wounds, you need to leave the knife in the wound as long as possible for best chance of survival, as it stops the blood from escaping. in terms of the springlocks, there wouldn’t be copious amounts of blood as the locks are keeping the wounds filled- which is good because it means a slower, more painful death.
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So I tried to mush all three of these request into ONE since i felt they all had a similar theme. Umm I might have missed a few points but I hope you like it regardless <3
Themes: 18+, nsfw,fem!reader, bratty!reader, soft!dom!Alastor, established relationship,  brat-taming, pet play, orgasm denial, masturbation, rough sex/passionate sex, breeding kink, possession, degradation kink, slight bondage, humiliation, alastor uses microphone, creampie, multiple orgasms, punishment, slight choking, praise kink, overstimulation, much needed aftercare
You were usually so well behaved.
Radiating confidence and elegance through your quiet demeanor.
A pretty doe who followed her master’s orders without question.
That’s why Alastor liked you so much.
But every so often, you needed to be reminded that his adornment for you shouldn’t be taken for granted.
You were out doing you own thing away from the hotel.
You had found a cute cafe with a library and was enjoying a few books. It felt so nice to have some time to yourself. You enjoyed the company of those who occupied the hotel, but sometimes it felt a little stuffy. You had already did everything Alastor wanted you to do so why not relax a bit before being summoned back to his side?
Alastor. 
He brought a smile to your face. It wasn’t everyday you met another deer demon and the two of you hit it off real nice.
You were a pretty soul in his collection and truth be told, you didn’t know why he needed you around. But you didn’t mind doing small things for the demon.
You were his ever faithful assistant, but there was so much more to your relationship with the Radio Demon than any knew.
You felt your necklace vibrate and pouted summoning. You ignored it, resuming with your reading. You’ll just leave when you were finished….
Alastor cocked his head, his smile tense did you just ignore him? Alastor gave you a lot of leeway. But now was not the time to ignore him. He could feel the telltale signs of his rut coming and merely just wanted you in his presence. You had a soothing effect on the red demon and he wanted to bask in your scent.
He tried again, sending out a signal along with it Darling, be a dear and come home. Nothing. he knew you had left the hotel but you usually came running when he summoned you.
His ear twitched in annoyance. Seemed his little Doe needed to be taught a lesson in obedience.
You hummed a little tune as you entered the hotel. You were gone a bit longer than you thought, having indulged yourself in several books, you even picked up his favorite meat as an apology.
Your nose wrinkled as pheromones hit your nose. Your ears picked up on a low humming, like white noise. You felt your necklace give a tug.
come to me
You made your way to Alastor’s radio tower.
You knocked softly and peeked your head inside, entering with your ears pinned back.
”You know that I am my own person right?, I was coming back eventually” you said sarcastically with a smile on your face as you approached him at his radio station. You meant for the comment to be silly, thinking whatever he wanted could wait.
He did not find it funny.
He twirled around in his chair, his smile tight “I thought i told you to come home my dear”his tone was rough, head tilted.
You shrugged “I was out enjoying myself. I dont always have to answer to your every beck and call”
Green chains appeared around your neck, yanking you to the floor.
You blinked and mindlessly tugged at the chain, frowning.
You looked up to him, with a questioning expression on your face, which quickly dropped to one of anxiety when you saw his face.
Alastor was pissed.
With a yank, he tugged you towards you, slowly reeling you across the floor. Your skittish nature kicked in and you tried to fight against it “Al?”
His eyes were black, glowing red as he tugged your chain harder.
”A-Al s-stop it”
He cocked his head ”since when do you talk back to me pet?” He chuckled, he tugged the chain until you were between his legs.
He grabbed your chin “Did you forget who owns you? When i call for you , you come… that was our arrangement no?”
You nervously gulped, nodding. He ran a claw through your hair, almost lovingly, before yanking your face til your nose was buried in his crotch. 
“It seems I’ve been too soft with you,” You got a good whiff of his scent and nearly purred at the heavy pheromones.
Alastor relaxed in his chair as you ran your nose along his clothed cock. If it was one thing you always craved it was Alastor.
He watched as you tugged at his belt, adjusting his hips to let you tug at his pants until his semi-hard cock sprung free from into confines.
He let you have your fun.
Because he sure was going to have his and you weren’t going to like his version of fun.
You took hold of his cock and licked a long strip up on the underside of  his cock, suckling at his tip.
You sucked at his tip, tongue swirling at his slit before taking him into your mouth whole. You slowly inched him into your throat until your nose brushed the patch of red hair at his base.
Hands anchored on his thighs for leverage, you began to bob your head up and down, making sure to coat him in your saliva.
The sounds of you happily slurping away filled the room as you suckled his cock.
You relaxed your jaw and wrapped your tongue around his shaft, softly squeezing his cock like your hand would as you bobbed your head.
You gagged as he pressed your head down unexpectedly. Your eyes looked up at him, to find him lazily resting his head in his palm. He didn’t make a move as you moaned gurgling around him, the vibrations making him twitch in your mouth.
What a clever minx you were, thinking that if you sucked him off he would forgive you…silly girl.
Your tongue jerked him off slowly, urging him to spill his cum down your throat.
Alastor let out a soft grunt as you fondled his balls.  The sensation of your warm mouth and tongue squeezing him was so good.
”You want my cum dear?’ He petted your head, hand swiping your hair out of your face. You moaned, nodding as you picked up your pace.
”Then don’t waste a single drop” his cock twitched and with a hard tug of your tongue he coated your throat, spilling his cream down your throat.
You sighed as you tugged at his cock, welcoming every drop that shot down your throat. You pulled off him with a pop and showed him your full mouth, before swallowing.
You leaned back onto your knees, a knowing smile on your face, thinking that he had let you off the hook.
but oh how wrong you were…
”Oh don’t think you can suck my cock and ill just forgive you dear, you refused to obey a summoning so now you’re going to have be punished” he said as he tucked his cock away into his pants.
You blinked surprised. Punishment?
He patted his lap, his brow quirked at you.
You gulped as you slowly crawled into his lap. His hands ran along your spine before palming your ass. You nuzzled into his shoulder, a silent plea.
He pulled your tight skirt over your ass, toying with the lacy panties you wore.
”Let’s see how many lashes do you deserve? Hmmm you ignored my initial summoning, thats 10, then you had the nerve to talk back, being a little brat thats 10 more…” His hands were kneading your ass harshly. You whimpered. “Then you thought you could get out of punishment by voluntarily sucking my cock…that makes 30 darlin’ ” You tensed. He was gonna spank you 30 times?
”You’ll count and then you’ll take the rest of your punishment accordingly. Am I clear?” he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
”Y-Yes Alastor” A hard smack sounded and your body seized.
He tsked at you,  smoothing the stinging cheek “I taught you better than that”
”Y-Yes sir” You whined, your hands digging into the chair cushion.
”Good girl now start”
He smacked your other asscheek.
”o-one”
five.
ten.
15.
20.
25.
You were a quivering mess, clenching your teeth as tears ran down your face. Each smack harder than the last.
Your ass was on fire. Your cunt was tingling. You were sure you had soaked your panties. You prayed he didn’t noticed. He smoothed the hot flesh, giving you a little comfort as you shook in his lap.
”You’re almost done c’mon”
SLAP SLAP SLAP!
”2-28”
SLAP SLAP!
”30! It hurts please” you all but sobbed in his shoulder. Alastor kneaded your ass softly, your skin was hot, probably red with his handprints.
”Ooh you did so well but…” his fingers dipped down the crack of your ass, feeling how wet you were through your panties
”You seemed to enjoy your punishment. What a naughty girl.”
He ripped your panties, throwing them somewhere, bringing his fingers back to your weeping cunt.
You let out a soft moan as he dipped his fingers inside you. pushing your hips down to feel him deep.
He scissored his fingers, stretching you, toying with your insides as you tried to ride his fingers.
He slipped his fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips and licking your slick off.
He leaned your body back, removing your face from his shoulder, taking in your flushed face and watery eyes.
”At my feet” he said.
You slide off him, legs shaking, taking your place at his feet. Your lip quivered as you sat there, ass stinging and cunt dripping.
He grabbed his microphone and tapped your thighs til you spreaded them. The cool head of his cane tapped your clit, making you jump.
”You want to cum, then you do it yourself pet.” His microphone head started to vibrate, you jerked away slightly. The sensation making you clench around nothing.
Alastor said nothing as he stared at you. A condescending smile on his face.
You slowly moved your hips along the head, biting your lips as  you maintained eye contact with him.
With how wet you were, you coated his microphone in your slick.
A low whine tore from your throat as your clit bumped against the vibrations just right.
”please” you moaned as your hips moved faster. Your orgasm approaching, you leaned back, hands on your ankles as you humped the cane like  a dog. Trying desperately to reach your orgasm. 
But you couldn’t.
It wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t him. 
It wasn’t his cock making you cum.
”I-I can’t ah! Alastor p-please please ” you begged.
But Alastor wasn’t going to grant you your sweet wish. He grinned down at you, moving his mic to focus on the sensitive bud. You flinched “Ooooh what’s the matter my dear? Isn’t this what you wanted?” 
You clenched your eyes shut as you groaned in frustration. Alastor pulled the vibrating mic away from you, putting it aside as he stood. Your thighs clenched together as he pulled his leather gloves from his claws. You watched as he pulled his coat off, leaving him in the nicely pressed dress shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and tapered waist. 
You wanted your legs on those shoulders and waist.
The thought made a soft purr escape your throat, causing you to blush and look away from him.
Alastor smirked. How cute you were. Trying to hide your desire in fear of the consequences. 
“How about a switch in tactics dear? ”he said crouching down to your pitiful form. He hooked a finger under your chin for your eyes to meet his gaze. “I’m going to fuck you until I am satisfied. if you don’t cum Ill forgive you how does that sound?” He smiled.
You sucked on your bottom lip. This was a gamble. You were used to Alastor’s rut. He was rough, fucking until you didn’t have a single thought in your head.
But…if he was willing to forgive you, you’ll take anything.
Because one thing you couldn’t take was Alastor’s passive aggression he could easily dish out.
You nodded, sealing your fate.
”Lovely”
You were pushed onto your back, Alastor quickly settling between your thighs. You gasped feeling his cock slid against your slit, before he thrusted into you. He set a rough pace, growling as you arched up into him.
”Oh Fuck!” You moaned.
Alastor's hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing. He sneered “Look at you. Taking my cock like a good little whore. Nothing but a brat who needs to learn her place”
Your back ached at the force he was pounding into you. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass was all you could focus on.
”When I call you, you come. There shouldn’t be any ifs or buts. You come! This pretty necklace is my leash and when I tug you answer.” He bunched your thighs to your chest, pressing them as you panted out. 
You slick was sticky, covering your ass and sticking to both of you. His hips plowed into yours, sinking his cock so deep to the hilt. He rocked his hips, enjoying the squelch your cunt made around him. You whimpered as his cock bumped against your g-spot.
“You never disobey me. You’re always my good girl. I’m always good to you aren’t I?” A harsh thrust pulled a strained gasp through your lips “Mine to do whatever I please with. I protect and provide and what do you give me in return?” Your claws dug into the floor, small dents appearing at the brutality  of his thrusts.
You felt your orgasm coming back, your cunt tightening around him. Alastor tilted his head at you “ah ah ah” he hissed as he  pulled his cock from you, creamy slick covering his cock.
Your cunt clenched around nothing and you cried as he nipped at your neck. He nosed your ear, cooing teasingly “No cumming remember?”
He fed your weeping cunt his cock, sinking til his balls rested snug against your ass. He stayed there as you wiggled around, hips shifting to try to get just a little bit of friction.
Alastor’s hips snapped into yours. High-pitched moans and soft gasps spilled from your lips as he basically plowed you into the floor. His breathe was hot as he growled in your ear “You better not cum” you whined.
easier said than done.
You could practically taste your orgasm. It was like a scale. Every rut of his hips had his cock hitting that soft sponge inside you pulled you closer and closer to knocking the scales over.
You were flipped onto your hands and knees and before you could stabilize yourself, Alastor had your cheek pressing against the cold floor and he thrusted back into you.
”Oooohh fuuucck!!” You screamed. 
“Take it Take it thats a good girl. Taking my cock so well” he groaned, hips pistoling into yours.
You felt his cock twitch and automatically sunk your hips to take his cum, he chuckled “So you haven’t lost all your manners I see”pushing your back into a low arc, hand trailing your spine to wrap your hair around his claws.
”You gonna take my cum baby? Hmmm? You gonna be a good girl and take my cum” You nodded, your cunt was fluttering.
You were gonna cum.
“dont” his cock twitched as his started to stutter, with a low growl he thrusted deep into you as he cummed inside you.
That was the tipping point.
You moaned softly as you cummed around his cock, pushing your hips back to ride it out.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as your body shook.
Sharp claws kneaded the fat of your hips as Alastor pulled out of you.
”and here i thought you would be good hmmm” he sucked his teeth in disappointment.
He gathered you into his arms, wiping at your tears
”Oh what to do with you my dear” One of his hands parted your thighs, thumb rolling your puffy clit. You whimpered closing your thighs around his hand, which made him pinch your clit in warning. Soft kisses laced your neck and shoulder as he rubbed att you over sensitive clit.
”since you disobeyed me darlin, you’re gonna cum. Over and over. You’ll cum so much you wont even be able to cum after I’m done with you” he darkly promised.
And cum you did.
over and over.
You cried as your hips jerked, trying to get his now wet fingers away from your poor clit. Your body went slack in his hold as you cummed again.
“P-please” 
Too sensitive
“Hmm darlin?” He patted your clit, grinning as you squirmed.
”no more please A-Alastor” you cried as he circled your clit again.
He kissed your quivering lip.
”hmmm since you beg so prettily” he worked your clit quickly and you winced as a quick orgasm shot through you, squealing as your hips quaked as a soft stream squirted out of you.
Alastor laughed as your body shook, head lolling against his shoulder as you panted.
”That’s a good slut”he whispered as your eyes closed.
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izuke-the-zombie · 4 months
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🌸Sorry for the long ass absent guys 🫠 family and holidays have been crazy😮‍💨
I recently came across this short monkie kid wild West AU fanfic
It's short but it's really good, And it sort of got me in the mood to sketch or at least redraw the two mystic monkeys cowboy outfits again
I really wasn't sure whether to give Mac, purple boots or just black boots you can kind of see it in the first pick faded Mac.
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🌸🐎🐴✨But I don't think I've seen anyone draw them with horses or write something about it, so I'm going to be the first one to do it! (I don't know how to draw them sitting on horses, so bear with me here.)😗💦 I know I put the scar on the wrong side of the Smokey Horse. My bad, let's just pretend it's on the right side.LOL😅🪷
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😽💕I headCannon that when those two summon their horses together, they get really affectionate. The sheriff's horse is more like a big old golden retriever, playful and mischievous, and rarely ever listens to its owner. While over here, Mac's is more well-behaved and obedient, and they can get quite sassy sometimes. I'm not sure what to call it. It's hard to separate those two, so they try not to summon them at the same time.
They're also very affectionate to the monkeys especially the opposite ones.🐶🐎✨💕
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😄I want a scenario where they let the horses stay instead of just poofing them out of existence so MK/MEI can play with the horses just a bit longer since they were begging them by giving them the puppy dog eyes (especially on Mei's side; she's a horse girl fan), and after a long while, the sheriff notices that his horse Nimbus was acting a little more strange and protective over the Smokey horse, letting them eat first, and just never leaving their side. All sorts of strange behavior on the Nimbus side. All he ever notices from the shadow horse is that they were a little sluggish, but he doesn't think too much of it.😗🤠🐵
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🌟Until one day, BAM! This little cutie came into the world as a precious, adorable little cinnamon roll, prancing around like it owns the world.🧁😽🌎✨
🐎There's stupidly protective over this little guy.👿😡🦄🐴☀️🌙🌠
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🐴And there's a huge problem. This little guy is clumsy as heck. He's new and everything, so of course he is, but he likes to adventure out without his horsey parents knowing or anyone else, and he loves playing games like tag his favorite, but because he's so clumsy, he causes damage that MK or his mentors have to fix, so everyone has to be on high alert and watch over the little rascal. LMAO 🐎🍼💥💕✨
🌸I hope you enjoyed this, I certainly had fun drawing this I wish there was more wild West monkeys fics there's some freaking cute💕✨
💥Aaaah! I love these freaking cow monkeys 😆💖
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augustinewrites · 8 months
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as you’ve grown older, you’ve discovered that coming home to an empty apartment in the middle of the day is the adult equivalent of waking up on christmas morning. it’s an especially rare occurrence, especially for a saturday, but you’d just dropped megumi at the library, tsumiki at a friends, and gojo was still bothering principal yaga at the school. 
sighing, you can’t help the grin that breaks out on your face as you set your bag down. you have the apartment to yourself. it’s clean and quiet and you have almost two whole hours to do whatever you want. 
the first thing you do is make yourself a cup of tea, humming to yourself as you carry the steaming mug into the living room. then you curl up into the corner of the sectional, enjoying the cool breeze of the open window and the warm summer sun. 
then, after glancing around and ensuring that you’re truly alone, you reach under the couch and pull out your novel. 
shoko had loaned it to you months ago, claiming that it would help ‘grease the wheels’ during satoru’s frequent absences. 
you hadn’t really understood what she meant until you’d gotten to the sixth chapter– a chapter so steamy you’d felt yourself get a little hot under the collar while reading it.
which is why you keep it hidden and only bring it out when you’re alone. 
it’s been weeks since you’d last picked it up, opening the novel up to the bookmarked page with excitement buzzing in your veins at the prospect of finally finishing it. you only had one chapter left!
‘the warm buzz of desire in her limbs intensifies as he kisses every exposed inch of her throat. she pulls him closer, feeling his hands searching for the seam of her dress for a zipper, a button, anything to undo so he can feel her skin on his. his lips find the spot behind her ear that makes her shudder, sucking lightly and eliciting a soft moan from her lips–’
“what are you reading?”
you flinch, snapping the book shut as satoru leans over your shoulder. you hadn’t even noticed he’d come home, a mixture of fear and embarrassment swimming in your gut as he plucks the book from your grasp.
he peers at the cover, obviously amused when he says,
“were you…romanceturbating?” 
“i was not,” you argue, but your entire face is hot and your heart is beating so fast that you fear it may bust through your ribcage.
“you totally were!” he laughs, holding it above his head so you can’t grab it. “does it take place in a shire?”
“no–”
“is there a lot of sexy bodice ripping and armour shucking?”
you cross your arms over your chest with a huff. “do all of your fantasies take place in medieval england?”
“we’re not talking about me,” he waves off. “we’re talking about you, and what you’re doing reading this trash when you have the real deal right in front of you. i can be a much better sexy–” he points at the cover, “–uh, construction worker?”
“he’s a handyman, and i doubt that,” you scoff, snatching your book back. 
so much for your quiet afternoon.
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that weekend, you awaken to very loud, very annoying banging coming from the kitchen. satoru’s no longer in bed, so you assume that he’s attempting to make breakfast and head out before he can burn the entire apartment complex down.
“you’re lucky the kids are at sleepovers right now,” you say loudly as you step out of the bedroom and head towards the kitchen. “or you’d be getting screamed at–”
your breath catches when your boyfriend sits up, using the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow and allowing you a peek at his toned abdomen.
“morning, baby.” 
“morning,” you reply, clearing your throat as you step over his legs to grab some tea. suddenly, you can’t recall what you’d intended to reprimand him for.
“actually, can you hold this up for me?” he asks suddenly, catching your wrist and pressing a flashlight into your palm. “i need a little light.”
you take it obediently, kneeling down to shine the light into the space under the sink. you try your hardest to keep your gaze focused on the pipes, and not the way his biceps flex with every movement. or the way the thin sheen of sweat makes his skin shine.
“i didn’t even know you owned tools,” you mutter.
“i borrowed them from nanami,” he tells you.
“oh.” 
you have no idea what the hell he’s doing - you didn’t even know the sink was broken - but you can’t really find it in yourself to care at the moment. not with the way your squeeze your legs together with his every grunt of effort.
“that should do it,” he hums, sitting up so he’s now face to face with you, playful blue eyes meeting yours as he smiles. “thanks for–”
he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, not when you grab the collar of his stupid tank top, pulling him in to press your lips over his. 
not when he wraps an arm around your waist, flipping you both over so your back is on the floor, his body caged over yours as he deepens the kiss. 
this is much better than shoko’s stupid novel.
“i think–” he pants between kisses, letting you work his shirt off. 
“shut up,” you mumble, feeling him toy with the hem of your shorts.
“but we need to call a plumber,” he says, lips brushing that spot behind your ear. “because i definitely broke the sink…”
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rafeslittleangel · 1 month
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Soft dom boyfriend Rafe who would have you on his lap, short skirt flared out and face towards him, while gambling with his friends at a party. At some point, he would carefully and slowly unzip his pants, pushing your soaked panties to one corner and shoving his cock in you as you bite his shoulder, trying to silence your moan. Your skirt covers the place where your bodies join, but his friends know exactly what's happening in front of them and chuckle, used to this freaky behaviour from you and Rafe. You would squirm, trying to move but he would still you on his cock, hands on your covered ass.
"Stay still for me sweetheart, daddy's tryna play ain't he?"
He'd whisper while dealing the cards. Fat tears roll down your cheeks, tortured pussy clenching around his long cock like a vice as he refused to let you move. He would smirk as he wins the round, looking at your tear streaked face and red glossy lips.
"My little good luck charm, aren't ya angel?"
His friends would look at you hungrily as you give up on trying to conceal your moans and whimpers, knot in your stomach threatening to unravel, even though you'd hardly moved, cockwarming your boyfriend like the obedient slut you are. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Rafe kisses your throat, massaging your covered tits.
"Come on princess, cum for me won't you? Give daddy's friends a show huh?"
You can't hold on any longer as you cum all over his cock, Rafe lifting the back of your skirt as his friends catch a glance of your slippery wet core. Rafe winks, excusing himself as he carries you, still inside your sensitive cunt as he takes you to a more secluded place.
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anantaru · 2 months
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i miss xiao
cw. touch starved xiao, playing with your clit, teasing and dirty talk, fem! reader
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xiao misses you too, even better, he misses how you feel underneath the silhouette of his vigorous shape— and how exactly was he supposed to organize the hunger he felt the second he saw you?
you're even more tasteful than he could recall in his memories.
in the twinkling of an eye, he claims his long-awaited kiss with a rough growl and you both were gone, lost to a hefty hunger of tasting and touching, his erection hard and impatient rubbing against your naked folds.
xiao exhales through his mouth, yet you notice something deviant in his amber brown eyes, prosperously around his irises— something darker? it's strange, but you could see how excited he was for this, how his bitingly hard cock wasn't the first indicator on how much the yaksha had missed your presence.
you wanted to visit him more, or feel him for that matter. have your bare, exposed body be pressed in between the bed and his muscular body as he worships each crevice of your frame.
a soft moan rings from your throat as he slides his length in between your soaked folds, his hips tenderly moving in keeping with the rest of his weight moving closer to your figure before he lets go of a thick globule of spit in his mouth, to experience the raw feeling even more vividly.
xiao breathes, "i-is that good for you? it feels good to me, ugh, you feel so good," while he places his palms on top of your knees to spread you further apart, "i'm going to make you come apart," his lips brush over your own as he talks, his eyes half opened yet consumed in his own fantasies,
"and eat away the nightmares that wronged you,"
even while xiao was close to you like this, in this moment in time it was almost like you didn't hear him talk to you, you just couldn't concentrate on his voice, not when you were so absorbed on the way he dragged along your folds with every grind of his length smearing your arousal on your pussy, his pre cum too, glimmering of clear white on the delicate skin.
xiao takes one hand and pulls his fingers out to give your clit the stimulation it craved for— firstly, collecting some of your slick to massage it into the sensitive bud as you inevitable moan out, your hips frantically thrusting up into the air. he hums his appreciation to your candid reaction, leaning in to nuzzle at your bare throat, never stopping the circles on your clit.
"xiao, please, i wanna feel you already," your hips arch firmly up at his dripping dick skimming in between your puffiness, your limbs and muscles perceiving an immovable wall of raw lust as you're meeting his own aching body. "fuck me, please…"
it was a tempting line of thought, he has to admit, one that made his hefty cock twitch hard against your willing body. but xiao had only now gotten you back.
the man wanted to indulge in this, in you, as well as ignoring the pressures of his shaft aching deeply whenever he rolled his sensual tip over your hole, noticing how it drips filthily with your arousal.
"not yet, you shouldn't be so greedy," he purrs softly at you, his rushing blood quickening as he asserts control over his own choice, as if he needed to manipulate himself into being able to taunt you a while longer, "this is just a taste of what i will give to you later,"
xiao's full lips twitch into a smirk when you nod your head obediently at him, both of your arms lazily dangling on his shoulder.
the yaksha decides to take his hand from your clit before wrapping his palm around his pulsing erection, a low grunt, clearly broken but entirely focused— crumbling from past his plump lips.
he slides his tip up and down your folds before nudging it past the protective flesh that hid away your pearl, listlessly ghosting over the sensitive bud until you're presenting each and every twitch of your body signalizing the lust.
he was there now, toying with your clit, you can feel him, right?
pressed up so tight against your sensual nerves as your hole flutters around air, pump pump pump, it's like you're developing a second heart beat on your sex. your nipples turn hard of lust, your skin revealing in a scorching hot fire when he continues, expertly groping his cock while working his tip on your delicate clit.
preparing you for what's about to come.
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coryosbaby · 4 months
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We need part 2 of that sub!coryo pls 😩😩
ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ !
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synopsis: Coriolanus will do anything to get to the top, right?
content warning . Power dynamics, edging, bondage, use of toys (ballgag + vibrator), degradation and praise . Dom! Reader, sub! Coryo
Notes: subcoryosubcoryosubcoryo !!! <333
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He comes to you at midnight.
The walk to your apartment from Coriolanus’ own is not far, a mere few blocks over. When he gets there— knocks, greets you like the polite boy he is— he begins to unbutton his shirt. It’s an immediate demand from you, something that he suspected you would want the moment he walked through the door. He slips off his shoes, his suit, his ratty overused shirt. He looks away shyly, as if he’s not one of the most gorgeous men to ever walk the earth. It’s as if every ounce of his ego leaves the moment he enters your room.
He slips his underwear down his legs. Crawls onto your silky expensive sheets. You watch with a pleased smile, peeling off your red slip to bare your body to him. He gulps, his eyes never leaving the spot in between your legs.
You straddle him, just above his knees, not quite touching his cock yet. He bites his lower lip and blushes like a schoolgirl.
“Have you been a good boy?” You ask him, with precision. With calculation. With practice. He nods, and although he’s nervous like always, he grabs your perfectly manicured hand. He brings one of your fingers up to his mouth, suckles it with his soft pink tongue.
“Yes.”
You let him taste your digits for a little while longer, let him get used to this headspace you’ve taught him to embrace so openly. When he pulls the digits out of his mouth, your hands move up to stroke his blonde curls.
“My uncle has been treating your family well, I hope?”
Your uncle is one of the men you referred Coriolanus to, as a reward for letting you use his body for his own pleasure. The boy finds that he may like this situation a lot more than he thought. Your cunt is exquisite, your way of fucking so primal and raw. He’s completely infatuated with it. And the way you treat him, the way you care for him in such a way, makes him forget. Makes him forget his responsibilities, his past, his worries. He can let go when he’s with you, in more ways than one.
With fluttering lashes, he nods. His tongue brushes over his lip as he watches your naked cunt in between your legs.
“Very well.”
“And what do we say, for someone going out of their way to get you that position?”
He playfully lifts the back of your hand up to his mouth, and presses a kiss to it with soft, plush lips.
“Thank you, mistress.”
It’s not long before you’ve got the boy tied up. Red rope contrasts against pale white skin as the boy’s wrists twist and turn in the restraints. It was his idea, this bondage technique that leaves him completely helpless, and you know once again that the boy is a lot darker than you anticipated.
He’s got a vibrator pressed to his swollen, aching cock, held to it by an elastic band that’s just a bit too tight around his skin. A blue ballgag sits in between his pretty lips, and it’s caked with drool and spit. You lean down to lick it up, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you turn off the vibrator for a third time tonight. Tears pool on the boys crystalline lashes, a small whimper leaving him when you turn the device back on again with the remote in your hand.
“So handsome like this, Coryo,” you praise him, your nails scarping against his bare thigh. “Like a pretty painting. I’d love to keep you here forever.”
Coriolanus wouldn’t mind that, though he’s scared to admit such a thing to you. His hips thrust against the vibrator as you continue speaking to him in that sweet tone.
“You know I want to let you cum. But we need discipline. Don’t we, darling? We need to be patient, to work hard for what we want.”
He nods. He understands perfectly, and you don’t think you’ve ever had a boy in your bed so obedient. It’s not what you originally anticipated, given Coriolanus’ selfishness and greed. But you assume that his need to please has to form somewhere— and you’re so glad that it has formed in your bed.
You’re aroused to no end, watching him struggle. Your fingers move down to rub your swollen clit between your fingers. Coryo’s eyes focus only on that movement.
You can see him getting close again, can see that familiar twitch of his cock right before his release. You turn the toy off again. He cries out, his wrists pulling against the restraints vigorously. He’s like an animal, twitching and moaning. You know that if he somehow releases himself from those ropes that you won’t be able to stop him from fucking his cock into your drenched heat.
He tries to say something through the gag, but you ignore him. If he really needed to tell you something, he would knock on the wood of your headboard. You stick a finger inside yourself, swirling your release around and getting the digit nice and wet. Coriolanus can’t completely part his mouth due to the ballgag, but there is an open space on the sides that gives you access to the inside of it. You stick your finger in that space, rub your wetness on the inside of his cheek. His tongue can’t taste it due to the ballgag pushing it down, and he has no choice but to leave your slick there, untouched.
The tears fall harder now.
It goes on like this, his release being denied again and again while you spread your cunt to him and get him all desperate and hot. The tip of his cock is so red that it’s almost purple.
Until it comes to one point, when the boy can’t seem to take it anymore. His orgasm hits before you can even notice it, and his cum squirts out of his cock in thick, heavy streams. You turn the vibrator off mid orgasm, and he flails helplessly as his high is ruined. He sobs through the gag, begging you to let him cum again, to let him feel you. Your cunt has been neglected for so long that you can’t help but say yes.
You remove the vibrator from him, taking note of the faint line from the band cutting off a bit of circulation. You rub him with your palm to get him all squirmy again, let his cock sit proudly against his stomach for a second time. You straddle his thighs, grabbing his cock from underneath you and positioning it at your entrance. His head tilts back, his breathing uneven and heavy. You sink down onto him with ease.
His cock is so thick, so long, and it fills up your cunt perfectly. Your thighs bounce up and down on him, your wetness leaving a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and the boy can’t do anything but take it. He wants to touch you so badly, to feel your tits that are practically bouncing in his face. But he knows that the feeling of being helpless, of not being able to move, makes the restraints all worthwhile.
Your ass slaps against his thighs as you ride him, the feeling of his heavy balls hitting you making you quiver with arousal.
“So good,” you moan out to him, as you watch his pretty, blushing face. “Oh, coryo. Your mistress is so proud of you.”
He whimpers, and wants to say thank you, but to no avail. You pull him in for a kiss. It’s an odd one, because of his lips being spread apart by the gag, but you do it anyway. You bury your face into his neck and reach down to rub your own clit. Coryo watches with a glazed, fucked out expression. You can feel yourself getting close, your cunt clenching down on him. Coryo desperately tries to hump against your pussy, tries to aid in getting you there, to that special peak that only he can bring you. His thrusts are weak, however; he’s close himself, the overstimulation now giving way to something incredible. He knows he’s going to fill your cunt to the brim.
“Coryo,” you groan out, desperate. “I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum around your fat cock. Do you want that, sweet boy? Do you want your mistress’ cum?”
He nods, fucking his hips up eagerly, as if to say “give it to me. Give it to me now.”
And you do. That coil in your belly snaps, white hot heat coursing through your veins as you ride out your orgasm. Coryo’s cock kicks at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, and he practically screams as his second orgasm washes over him. Your cunt milks him with everything it has, his warm spend kissing your cervix and leaving you satiated.
When you slow, the boy’s eyes are closed and he’s breathing shallowly. He must be tired, so incredibly tired.
His used, softening cock slips out of your hole when you move off of him. His cum drips sticky strings onto the bedsheets below you, and your filled hole gives you content.
Your fingers gently undo the ropes around Coryo’s wrists. He groans as his sore arms are finally able to relax, his eyes still shut as he moves in and out of a post orgasm sleep. Your hands remove the ballgag, too. You move the objects off the bed and watch as the boy curls up on his side. You find it quite endearing, and you smile.
After you clean up, pee, and find a new pair of pajamas to sleep in, you slip into bed. Coriolanus has never stayed the night before, but there’s always a time for firsts, right?
Soft snores leave his mouth, spit leaking from the corners of his mouth. His body turns over, and his head rests gently on your tummy. He sleepily mumbles, something almost incoherent but you understand anyway.
“Thank you, mistress.”
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