#Sadistic!Reader

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Hell Of A Summer (what songs I think match the vibe)

Summary….

Songs I think goes well with the vibe….

And Y/n…

[scap34]

Thinking about Yandere!Mafia boss

warning: sex, degradation, feminization, slight exhibitionism

Yandere!Mafia boss who fell in love with you at first sight. He can’t even remember the day, only the sight of you. From that instant, his once-meaningless existence found its purpose: you. Nothing else mattered. Your presence became his singular focus, an addiction. It didn’t matter if you didn’t see it like that. You’d come to understand that you two were meant to be.

Yandere!Mafia boss who stalks you to your work and college. Who gets pissed when anyone talks to you. Your friends, colleagues, professors and even cashiers. You’re his, so why were you even looking at others?

Yandere!Mafia boss who breaks into your apartment just to steal your clothes. Taking pictures of all the things you like so he could fill your new room in his house with things you liked.

Yandere!Mafia boss who kidnapped you claiming to give you a better life. Sick of watching you work and struggle, he took you back to his place. It didn’t matter if he had to drug you. It was for your own good.

Yandere!Mafia boss who insists that you have to obey him and never leave him, even when he is on his knees massaging your legs willingly after you made a comment about how they were numb.

Yandere!Mafia boss who acts tough and aggressive only to wither under your frown like a disobedient puppy. Practically begging for your forgiveness as he hesitantly tried to please you by offering money, and insisting he you give you anything you wanted as long as you weren’t mad at him.

Yandere!Mafia boss who bursts into your room at night, demanding that you pay him back for his generosity using your body, only to stiffen and cower as you agree.

Yandere!Mafia boss who is clueless about sex, awkwardly stripping, showing off his well defined chest and heavy pecs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, like a trembling virgin.

Yandere!Mafia boss who you have to coax to come close and for all his arrogance and bravado cums the minute you touch his cock. Face flushing red as he pressed his thighs together, trying to hide the stickiness.

Yandere!Mafia boss who can’t help but whine when you kiss him throughly, breath hitching when you play with his chest. Nodding obediently when you tell him you’re going to fuck him instead.

Yandere!Mafia boss who whines prettily turning his face away when you call him pretty, and coo about how big his tits are. It shouldn’t turn him on, but he can’t help but feel warm and fuzzy at your words.

Yandere!Mafia boss who eagerly spreads his ass cheeks so you can fuck his cute pussy. Showing off his twitching pink hole he already prepped, trembling as he tried to see if you were pleased. Crying out when your cock entered him, and cumming immediately form the fullness.

Yandere!Mafia boss who lets you manhandle him into different positions, as you fuck him into incoherency. Drawn out whines of your name and sobbing leaving his kiss swollen red lips when you fuck his tight hole.

Yandere!Mafia boss who cry when you degrade him, calling him a slut for breaking into your room and smelling your clothes. And calling him a pathetic whore for begging for a cock in his pussy. He begs and sobs for forgiveness as you ask who else fucked his tight pussy. Sobbing that’s he’s only a slut for you as he clings to your body pressing his tits against you trying to distract you.

Yandere!Mafia boss who love how sweet you are during aftercare, clinging to you like a desperate puppy, begging you to fuck his wet pussy again.

Yandere!Mafia boss who’d let you fuck him anywhere. Too desperate for your approval to deny you, even as you fuck him during a video call meeting. Let you paint his face with cum, eagerly licking it off to taste you. Sitting on your cock during meetings, only to stay after every one has left so you could fuck his swollen pussy.

Yandere!Mafia boss who claim your nothing but a toy only to run to you and kneel and beg for your attention and approval. Letting you punish him however you wanted, loving it when you call princess and your pretty girl.

Yandere!Mafia boss who’s so in love with you they’d do anything for you. Acting more like a content pet than a dominant leader. Looking at you with hearts in his eyes. All hazy and adoring, making you feel high off his love. He only got more addicted to you when you acted mean, showing what kind of cruel person lay under your nice facade.

GOJO, TOJI, SUKUNA, WRIOTHESLEY, GHOST, ZORO, BEELZEBUB, MAMMON, JIYAN, CALCHIRO, KÖNIG, and anyone else you like <3

[cloudedcreams]

tw: cnc

𝜗𝜚⋆ (nsfw) thinking of a yandere who’s done with trying to hold himself back.

he’d told himself that it was fine, that his obsession and infatuation with you was no more than a simple interest. he had pushed his morals and his self-awareness to a part of him that he no longer acknowledged, losing his regards of being a ‘righteous’ man in pursuit of the feelings you gave him.

to him, you were a sweet and a docile little thing. a girl with a natural charm, one he couldn’t help but wish to destroy. he wanted to hurt you, to watch your face crumple up with tears, to make sure that he’d be the one to comfort you once you’d gone through the feeling of breaking.

he was close to bringing you to the point of insanity, moving your things around until you raged in frustration, awaking you in the middle of the night with sounds to make you think you’d gone mad. he smiled all the while, the look of helplessness on your face sending him a rush of arousal that caused him to shiver.

it didn’t take long for him to become bored with the long game. he had tried to wait it out, to watch you lose yourself, but he found it not to be enough. at first, watching you had given him a thrill of excitement like no other, but knowing there was the option of 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 you that he was missing out on, filled him up with nothing but desire.

he couldn’t hold himself back from crawling on top of you one night, wrapping his legs around you as you cried and struggled against him, pressing a harsh kiss towards your lips as he grinded his hard member against you.

he whispered into your ears, telling you that it was okay, that you’d brought this upon yourself. tears rolled down your face and he groaned at the sight, bucking himself harder against you as he practically begged for you to squirm more against him.

you screamed, and he pressed another hurried kiss against your lips to muffle the sound. it was messy, and you’d bitten your tongue trying to force him away, blood mixing between the saliva he forced into your throat. he stared at you with rolled back eyes, moaning into your mouth before he finally begun to strip.

he fucked himself on top of you, pumping his cock with his hand as he forced you to watch. you cried and he threatened to to stuff his length inside of your mouth to silence you. it kept you silent, but he did so later anyways, once he’d fucked you into the sheets, screaming out of pleasure all the while.

[corpsypher]

I'm crying because can you imagine meeting Gaz at like a bar or whatever and falling for his charismatic, chivalrous act, and suddenly you find yourself fooling around in the bathroom, about to be stuffed and loaded.

Unfortunately, you forgot your tatas are taped up, and I mean taped up like a crime scene, so you panic and try to deflect his wondering attention from your chest.

But It's Gaz, there is no way he ain't getting what he set his mind to. So when he exposes your flesh and comes faces to face with all that pink tape, all he does is smile like a Cheshire cat.

Oh honey, he's gonna enjoy watching you hiss and cuss when he rips it off of you while he fingers your tight little hole. 'Cause there's nothing he loves more than taking on a challenge to get what he wants.

[ekkkkey]

there will be games! (chapter V)

A short chapter I wanted to post pretty much right after ch.4, but sadly real life got in the way *sigh*

summary: Cassandra, a quiet and loyal wife to the much older Senator Tiberius, accidentally attracts the unsettling attention of Emperor Caracalla at a lavish feast hosted by Senator Thraex...

warnings: 18+ minors dni, this is dark, noncon, violence, blood, possession, degradation, caracalla is a deranged little freak, geta is mean too

word count: ~1k

chapter I chapter II chapter III chapter IV

«No woman could feel safe if her beauty or name aroused the emperor's curiosity.»

-Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars (Caligula, Chapter 36)

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She waits for someone to summon her. Waits as if for death—though even that would be kinder. There is no life in her, no flicker of the hope she once held. Her husband is most likely dead. She is disgraced.

In a final desperate gesture, Cassandra clasps her cold, trembling hands together in prayer, pleading with the gods. Let them show mercy. Let them grant her freedom, release. Let them protect her family. She forces herself not to think of her father and sisters—dwelling on them would only push her deeper into despair.

But the Gods do not hear her. No. Not this time. Not ever.

The Praetorians seize her by the arms, leading her through the dark, empty halls of the palace. A flicker of shameful relief stirs in her chest—at least, for now, there is no one to witness her disgrace. But she quickly scolds herself. Her trial will be public. The doors will be thrown open for all to see. Anyone who wishes may come and witness the spectacle.

And of one thing, she is certain—Emperor Caracalla will make sure it’s a grand one.

"Caesar," a Praetorian reports curtly, shoving her forward before stepping away.

She knows where she is. These are the emperor’s private quarters—only they could have halls like these. Gold gleams from every surface. Silk, fine fabrics, statues, endless bowls and vases clutter the space. Once, she might have been awed. Now, it means nothing.

Yet, she is slightly surprised when she sees not Caracalla but his brother. He is still dressed only in a robe, barefoot, disheveled. Thoughtfully, even theatrically, he looks out onto the balcony leading to the garden. She remembers, it was from there that Geta witnessed her shame.

"Expected my brother?"

His dark eyes gleam with cruel amusement as he turns to face her, studying the way she trembles before him. His gaze lingers on her tangled hair. Oh, he sees it all. The tear-streaked cheeks. The bruises blooming on her wrists where the Praetorians had held her too tightly.

He leans forward, fingers steepled, his voice dripping with false concern.

"My dear, you’ve found yourself in quite the predicament, haven’t you? Your husband, that foolish man, wanted us killed. And yet, here you are. And he…"

Geta paused meaningfully.

"…and he is dead, little bird."

A hand—someone else’s—lands just below her throat, burning and possessive. It slides up, slow and deliberate, past her neck, wrenching her chin back. Her breath catches. Her eyes lock with his.

So little blue in his gaze. Just black. Endless, hungry black.

Caracalla had crept up silently, unseen, and now held her firmly, not letting her turn away. His hand was hot—hotter than usual.

Then she felt the moisture.

Her eyes flicked downward without moving her head.

And then she screamed.

His hands, pale, soft hands, usually adorned with rings, had chosen a different ornament this time.

Red.

Blood covered his delicate hand up to the wrist, staining her face, her neck, branding her skin with crimson streaks. The scent of iron fills her nostrils, thick and suffocating. Her stomach churns.

"Shh, shh," he whispers. "No one will interrupt us anymore. You’re a widow now—congratulations."

His lips pressed against her neck, right where the blood stains her skin.

"I promise, this night won’t count in court," he adds with a foolish giggle, clearly delighted by her stunned reaction.

She doesn’t want to think about whose blood it is, but deep down, she knows.

"And oh, that’s not all!"

He releases her, and yet she remains still.

"A gift!"

He claps his hands, and a carved chest is brought into the room. She doesn’t want to know what’s inside.

But Caracalla, his face alight with childish joy, flings it open, proudly displaying its contents. The emperor smiles, but his eyes remain cold, watching her eagerly, waiting for her reaction.

In horror, she recoils, her scream tearing through the hall. Her legs give way, and she collapses to the floor, gasping for breath.

Caracalla is pleased.

Without a flicker of disgust, he reaches into the chest, grabs its contents, and tosses them toward her as if they were nothing more than a mere trinket. But it’s not.

A pale, lifeless hand, severed at the wrist, lands on the marble floor before her.

She recognizes it instantly by the ring on its finger. Her husband’s hand.

To seal the horror on her face, Caracalla lifts the severed hand and waves it at her, grinning.

"I wanted to bring the head, but Geta stopped me," he chuckles. "You should thank him."

"Take it away," Geta grimaces, ordering the slaves to remove the chest and the hand.

As a final touch, Caracalla slides the ring off the dead hand and slips it onto his own thumb. His hands are small, nothing like her husband’s—the ring wouldn’t fit any other finger.

Since their time in the throne room, the young emperor has tidied himself up, trading his sheet for a silk golden robe. His hair remains wild and unkempt, but a small gold earring glints in his ear.

How charming that for this meeting, full of horror, fear, and humiliation, he had dressed up for her.

She couldn’t take her eyes off his hands, still staring at the ring—her husband’s ring—the one she placed on his finger on their wedding day. She never imagined it would end like this.

Unconsciously, she reaches for her own ring—the one her husband had given her—only to remember. It is gone.

Geta took it.

Caracalla’s gaze flicks to her fingers, immediately recognizing his brother’s ring.

"Where did you get that?" His smile fades, his eyes darting to the other emperor, noting her golden ring on Geta’s hand.

"I won," Geta drawls smugly. "Won our little bet." He’s clearly pleased with himself, his lips curling into something like a smirk—but his eyes remain narrowed, watching, waiting. He’s wary of his brother’s reaction, she realizes.

In the short time Cassandra has known them, she’s learned that despite his innocent appearance, Caracalla is the one to fear. Geta knows this too—though he holds far more privileges, he doesn’t dare to gloat too openly.

A shiver runs down her spine.

A bet? They were betting? On her?

Caracalla’s expression darkens.

"You’re always like this! You must have cheated, didn’t you?" he snaps, frustration clear in his tone as he shoots a suspicious glance at his brother. But he doesn’t approach Geta. Instead, he moves toward her, still sitting on the floor.

"And you… One disappointment after another. Did you really want to upset me? Have you forgotten who you belong to?"

"Yours…" she whispers, her eyes glued to the ground.

"No, this time you won’t get away so easily." His fingers tighten in her hair, yanking her to her feet. "You’ll remember. You might cheat on that fool of a husband, but not me. Never me!"

"I didn’t…" she begins, her voice breaking, but no one is listening.

He drags her toward the massive bed, shoving her onto the silks and furs. Again? Will he force himself on her again?

Geta watches with interest, tilting his head—just like that time on the balcony. But this time, the emperor stands very close.

Caracalla steps back for a moment, only to return, looming over her, his breath hot against her skin. She trembles so violently that at first, she doesn’t even notice the cold steel pressing against her collarbone.

"Don’t kill her," Geta warns, sitting on the edge of the bed, making no move to intervene. "She has a trial to face, remember?"

"I don’t need your reminders," Caracalla snaps, glaring at his brother before turning his focus back to her, a lazy smile curling on his lips. "You forgot your place, didn’t you? Who do you think you are? You think you can play with my brother?"

The dagger in his hand makes her breath hitch. With a quick, sharp motion, he bares her chest, ripping her clothes apart—but it isn’t lust driving him. Or at least, not only that.

What did her body matter when terror shone so clearly in her eyes?

Her fear excites him far more. She can see it. She can feel it, his hardness pressing against her. The blade slides lightly between her collarbones, and she flinches, trying to twist away.

"Hold her."

And Geta does.

Obediently, he grabs her wrists and pins them above her head against the bed. His grip is so tight it makes her want to cry.

Cassandra meets his gaze, searching, pleading—

But the emperor is indifferent. Amused. Cold. He will allow his brother anything.

Mockingly, he brushes his thumb against her cheek, wiping away her tears. Then, just like that, he hands her over to Caracalla's mercy.

Caracalla is pleased, exhilarated. This time, the blade pressed harder, and she felt the sharp sting of pain.

When he moved lower, just above her right breast, she screamed, and his left hand covered her mouth. Geta still held her wrists as Caracalla began to carve intricate symbols into her pale skin with the tip of the dagger.

"I’ll reward you, brand you with your emperor’s name," he whispered, breathing heavily, biting his lower lip. "Now you won’t forget."

She whimpered into his hand, crying, her skin blazing like fire, shame and embarrassment consumed by the burn.

He carves with care, a craftsman at his art, then pulls back, licking his lips, admiring his work. She catches him touching himself beneath the robe, cheeks flushed with feverish red.

"Up—now," he commanded, and Geta yanked her by her numb arms, giving her no time to think, dragging her off the bed and forcing her to her knees.

The spot below her collarbone throbbed, as did her stiff arms, but none of that mattered now. Caracalla was marking her, asserting his claim. No one would save her; she was completely at his mercy. With a low, guttural moan, he reached his peak, using only his hand, never once touching her body. His seed desecrated her face as he gripped her hair tightly. Oh, the young emperor had always been inventive, and this time, he’d found yet another way to break her.

Tear-streaked and branded with his bleeding name, his seed staining her face, she was completely shattered. Geta looked on with disdain, Caracalla with lazy boredom. Yet, he didn’t look away, showing no intention of discarding her like he usually did.

"When’s the trial?" The tip of his tongue traced his red lips, his eyes burning with feverish anticipation.

"Tomorrow morning," his brother replied hoarsely, sounding almost intrigued, a quiet observer of her humiliation.

"Then we have time," Caracalla said, playfully picking up the dagger and running his thumb along its sharp edge. His hands were already stained with her husband’s blood. "The trial tomorrow is for those foolish senators. But yours… yours starts now."

There was no mercy in his voice, no remorse. The gods had already passed their judgment. Cassandra shut her eyes.

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Hey friends, we’re almost at the finish line—the next chapter’s gonna be the last one, and it’s kinda massive! Thanks so much for all your support, I really appreciate it! 🙂‍↕️

[aajjks]

work hard and love hard. (m)

warnings: 18+ thèmès, mánïpülátíón, ángèr ïssues, mástrúbàtíón, yándèrè thèmès, phónè sèx.

pairing: yandere ceo x fem!reader

note. ANOTHER OC! Ask him things all you want. I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL LIKE HIM. HEHE!!!!! he’s a mystery and I guess we all like mysteries. ;)

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Yandere CEO who didn’t notice you the first time he saw you working as a receptionist in the large company, because he is not a man who notices people, especially not those who are beneath him

Yandere CEO who is a very serious man, A very cold and cynical type of person and as cliché as it sounds, everyone of his employees are scared to talk to him about anything he would when it comes to work

Yandere CEO who is actually borderline psychotic because he’s a workaholic and addicted to success.

And that’s where you come along and it takes him 4 to 5 months to finally take notice of you, when he walks in with anger, seething because he was almost late to a meeting and felt your gaze on him.

“WHAT?!?” He remembers screaming in your face, and the way you had flinched, so badly. His gaze had immediately softened.

He didn’t realize why, that is until… he found himself feeling feeling guilty about screaming at you, and, he found himself noticing your presence more often.

Your eyes, especially your gaze.. that scared, yet curious gaze. He knows that you’re curious about him. But the thing Is they you’ve been occupying his mind often.

Yandere CEO who as days pass, becomes increasingly aware and curious about your existence.

And before he can even realize he’s starting to fall for you, which is ridiculous by the way because he hasn’t even interacted with you enough,

Yandere CEO has started to become more patient and less aggressive with his employees when it comes to talking to them just so he can make you feel comfortable enough to interact with him for longer than two minutes

Yandere CEO, who looks for every single opportunity to interact with you and whenever you do interact with him, he’s just so happy

Yandere CEO, who didn’t realize that how unhappy he was before you came into his life

 Yandere CEO who takes you out to dinner, sometimes even lunch when it’s lunchtime at the company and he takes you to the most luxurious restaurants ever

The reaction that you give him are just so adorable, he finds himself giggling and smiling.

And what makes him the most happy? Is that you’re single, you are such a good girl you answer every single one of his questions without questioning him

Yandere CEO, who decides to pursue you into a relationship. One day when you’re having lunch with him.

“Yn.. um I know that this is really awkward but.. I really like you more than I should.. I like you,, a lot.. your presence just feels so light. I really like it. Can you please… just… consider my feelings?”

Yandere CEO who understands your confusion, so he decides to give you time, a lot of time.

And it’s hard, because you make him so… horny, and.. obsessed.

He wants more, he NEEDS more. He needs more than a touch of your hands together. He wants to be inside you,

Yandere CEO who’s going insane from longing, desire. Just a call from you as soon as he’s hearing your voice, even when you’re saying the most innocent, stupid random things ranting about your day to him

Yandere CEO is cumming so hard as he strokes his cock for the nth time.

Yandere CEO who doesn’t think that he can last without you anymore he needs to have you or he will actually go insane and do something that you might both regret, but then it will be too late.

[a-b-riddle]

Going back to the idea of 141 protecting accused reader

Check CW in tags

Price collects the names of everyone involved. Who accused you, who took you in, questioned you and anyone who laid their hands on you. Although Kate had nothing to do with it, the Americans, those fucking shadows overstepped. The best Kate can hope for is to avoid a charge with aiding in a war crime. Joining Kyle in interviews to find out the specifics. Who was cruelest? Did anyone touch you sexually? Were you starved? Questions they knew would overwhelm you if prompted.

Once Price’s job is done, Kyle starts to collect all the intel with a simple name. Digging into the lives of everyone responsible for breaking you as well as their loved one. It doesn’t take Kyle long to start planting things to make their lives go nuclear. Evidences of affairs that were AI generated sent to the wives waiting back home with their husbands attached with apology letters from the mistress. Insisting that she didn’t know he was married and to please use this as evidence if she chooses to divorce him.

Simon is the judge, the jury and executioner. Most of the shadows steered clear after everything came to the surface that you were truly innocent. That doesn’t stop him from beating them bloody during sparring. Challenging any one of them. Embarrassing them in front of their peers only to catch them off guard later in the night. Carving their skin, taking their fingernails as trophies. Having to refrain from showing you that he was giving you justice in the only way he knew how.

And then there was Johnny….

Sweet Johnny became your primary care taker. Isn’t phased when you need help bathing or going to the bathroom. Johnny who administered your pain medicine around the clock. Who was your advocate about dealing with the doctors and medical staff when you felt too overwhelmed. Who scheduled your medical appointments for your burns, lacerations and the other injuries and illnesses you sustained. Severed ACL. Upper respiratory infection. Kidney infection. UTIs from lack of hygiene items. Never once making you feel embarrassed. Getting you in touch with a therapist.

All of them doing their part to help you in anyway they can. All of them promising to never let you away from them again.

[rawme-price]

Gaz whos a super sweet boyfriend, totally eager to shower u in gifts, love, and affection. Except, well, hes absolutely insane in bed. He has trouble finding girls to keep up with him, sure they fall for his charms, but most of them are put off by his kinks.

Which makes it all the better when he finds you, a quiet thing that is apparently just as freaky as he is. You two are talking abt kinks and whatnot (as all people should before introducing them in bed) and its actually u that brings up masochism. Hes a bit worried you mean some mild painplay, but then u mention stomach punching and knives. Gaz falls in love that day lol.

Long story short, you limp out of ur first scene with him covered in bruises and blood thinking about where to have ur wedding. 🤭

[thegoodwitchsworld]

PUNISHMENT

Dark!Ari Levinson x Sub!reader

Warnings ⚠️- Sex, Toys, domination, masochism, sadism, daddy Dom etc etc.

Ari sits in his office, replaying in his head how she turned up on their first date in the perfect red dress, her shoulders bare, and a small pendant on her throat that glinted in the light every time she moved. He can't do this any longer. Work will have to wait. He needs to be inside his wife right now.

"Ari!" Y/n runs barefoot down the stairs, leaping up into his arms the moment he enters the door.

"Baby", Ari sighs, wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up. He buries his nose in her hair which smells so much like vanilla and cinnamon.

"I missed you so much today!", she whispers loudly.

After a full minute Ari finally lets her go, putting her back on the ground and lifting her chin before kissing her hard.

"Mmm. Daddy missed you too so much baby, were you a good girl today?" He questions her softly.

She giggles and nods. "Yes I was!" She buries her face in his chest again.

"And did you practice like daddy told you to?"

She shakes her head slowly, still not lifting her head.

"What was that baby girl? Use your words", Ari repeats. "Did you practice or not?"

"No daddy....", she whispers in his shirt as Ari's hands knead her ass beneath her fluttery skirt.

It's less than a second before Ari has pulled back her head through her hair, and is leaning down so their faces are at the same level. His eyes flash darkly.

Her eyes go wide, as she starts stuttering weakly.

"I-I -daddy it's too hard!" She whines, her lip pouting slightly.

Ari groans, his dick growing in his pants at the sight of her wide innocent eyes and her pretty little face. He loves when she starts stuttering when she's afraid of being punished. And yet, she loves being a brat and defying his orders.

And Ari knows that innocent as she may look, she definitely does it on purpose.

He smiles at her and pats her head.

"It's okay baby."

"I guess daddy will just have to punish you then."

Y/N slowly starts backing away from him, as if he wouldn't notice.

"Um, daddy I promise I'll do it tomorrow, I promise... you don't have to punish me, I'm your good girl right?" She looks at him hopefully.

With each step she takes backwards, Ari takes one forward, till he has her cornered against the wall. He leans down and bites her earlobe softly, getting a small whimper from her in response. Suddenly he lifts her up and carries her to their bedroom.

He sits down on edge after putting her back on her feet.

"Go and get it, baby," Ari says gently. Y/n slowly goes to her bedside drawer and pulls out a small object before going back to him and standing silently. Ari takes it from her hand, before patting his thigh.

"Lie down here baby," he orders.

"Yes daddy, " She replies obediently before lying down on his lap face down.

Ari flips up her skirt, before kneading her ass roughly in his hands. Her pussy is soaked, the evidence in her panties being soaked. Ari peels them down slowly, making her bare pussy visible and glinting.

"Open princess, " he tells her, and she immediately opens her mouth. Ari stuffs her panties in her mouth.

"Good girl," he whispers as he continues kneading her ass. She whimpers softly.

The first smack makes her cry out purely from the shock of it. Her panties muffle most of her sounds tho, and Ari loves how she starts struggling in his arms.

Even when it's of no use.

"Twenty smacks, baby, ten on each pretty little ass of yours. Sounds fair for a punishment, no?" He chuckles darkly, before slapping her asscheeks hard in quick succession. Twenty times, as promised. She screams in pain with each one, and Ari's dick grows harder with each scream.

At the end of it she's a panting, moaning mess in his lap, and his pants are soaked with her arousal.

"Bad girl, " Ari laughs darkly again. He takes out her mouth gag. "This was a punishment baby, you weren't supposed to enjoy it. " He smacks her ass again, less harsh this time.

"S-sorry daddy....", Y/N whimpers.

Ari doesn't reply, sliding his fingers up and down through her pussy folds, making her moan loudly. He spreads her wetness all around, coating it on his fingers.

He slowly swirls his finger on the rim of her ass, and she immediately tenses up.

"Breathe baby", he whispers, before plunging his thick finger inside her. She screams loud, digging her nails into his thigh. He slowly drags his finger out of her, almost entirely, before going deep inside again, her moans going straight to his throbbing dick.

"D-daddy it hurts!", she whispers tearfully.

"This is why you were supposed to practice, right baby? It wouldn't hurt if you practiced ", Ari replies in a sinister tone. He's glad she didn't listen. He loves when he gets to play with his little toy before ravaging her fully.

When he's finally satisfied, he grabs the jeweled plug, making her suck on it before he starts forcing it inside her virgin ass.

"Daddy! Please! Hurts!", she screams, tears in her eyes soaking the bedsheet. He coos at her softly.

"Aw baby, I promise it'll feel good in a second. You want to show daddy how sorry you are right?"

"Y-yes daddy... "

"Good baby," he smiles, as the plug finally rests inside her ass, the pink jeweled end looking so gorgeous between her ass cheeks. He spends a few moments admiring it, as she keeps whimpering and moaning, wriggling a little in his arms.

Finally, he drags her backwards with her hair, before throwing her on the bed like a rag doll. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes half shut, as she lies on her back, making grabby fingers for him. God, he loves her so much. His perfect little slut.

He takes off her dress over her head, her bare breasts making him growl in hunger. He immediately falls to her nipples, squeezing and fondling one tit while he suckles on the other, leaving bruises on her pretty skin. She moans loudly, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer to her chest so that more of her breast is in her mouth.

He lets go of her boob to start fingering her pussy, and she clenches her thighs around his thick fingers, the added stimulation making her shudder with pleasure. He observes the stark contrast of her nakedness against his fully clothed body, and his sadistic side, acknowledges this fact gladly.

"Daddy please, need you inside", his little doll whines, grabbing his collar to kiss him, and his eyes soften at her neediness. He kisses her soft lips, pulling them between his teeth, suckiing and nipping at her mouth. Her small hands find their way to his dick, unzipping his pants clumsily. He grabs her hands in one of his, pinning them above her head, eliciting another whine from her when she realizes she can't touch his anymore. In response, she arches her back so her stiff nipples get at least some stimulation from his chest.

He takes off his belt and ties her hands with it, making sure they're not loose.

"Time for your punishment, baby," he grins evilly, as he frees his dick from his pants, which is as red as her favorite lipstick. He flips her body easily, laying her on her stomach.

He slowly pulls out the plug from her ass, and she gasps as it leaves the small opening. But the scream that comes from her lungs when he replaces the plug with his own dick in a hard thrust is truly unholy.

"Fuckkk baby, you feel so good, " he grunts, thrusting himself inch by inch inside her little ass.

"Daddy pl-please, need to come daddy!", she screams. He grabs her asscheeks, spanking them alternately as he continues thrusting inside her.

He snakes his hand down in front of her, fondling her tit before rubbing her clit, just the way she likes.

"So close, so close daddy", she pants.

"I know baby," he grunts back, before plunging three fingers inside her pussy.

She screams as she comes all around him, his fingers drowning in her wetness. He joins her just a moment later, his dick thrusting so deep inside her it feels unnatural. Thick spurts of come hit her ass walls, and some of it even leaks out of her, which he stuffs inside her pussy instead. He collapses on top of her, pulling out not so gently and immediately putting the plug back in place. She tiredly turns around to him, wrapping her arm around his neck burying her nose in his chest, murmuring contentedly.

"You did so good baby, I'm so proud of you," he whispers, stroking the hair back from her fucked out face. He softly kisses the top of her head.

"But you gotta listen when daddy asks you to do something, right baby?" He kisses her cheekbone, smiling as she goes mhmm again.

What he doesn't see is the little devious smile on her face.

The smile of someone who knows they were truly successful in their plan. :)

[arottenlust]

Not to be a freak or anything but where’s the jinmao porn— STOP BOOING ME

[b1mbodoll]

need to gnaw on sunghoon’s arms like a beaver or sumn

dare i say he would like that… walk with me.

sunghoon likes showing off for you, flexing his biceps when you’re watching him and walkin’ around your house shirtless, grey sweats hanging loosely on his hips, smirking to himself when he catches you staring.

he wonders how long it’ll be until you finally break. until you finally beg to touch him n feel him up.

he wants you to mark him as yours; drag your nails along his abdomen, suck dark hickeys onto his chest, and sink your teeth into him.

hoon would proudly display them, too.

he’d wear sleeveless shirts or tight fitting short sleeved ones, anything that allows for them to be visible.

while you’re marking him up though… oh my god. he sounds Heavenly; drawn out groans and deep sighs with every bite to his bicep and collarbones, hisses when you rake your nails down his tummy, especially when he fucks you and you claw his back, his head dropping to your neck so he can moan directly in your ear.

i also think he’s a big fan of biting you. esp bcs of his vampire teeth like…. the sharp canines… idk i am just a firm believer of the biter hoon agenda. also a firm believer of the messy hoon agenda, so he leaves your skin slick with spit with each bite and purposely licks over it too.

[scap34]

Thinking about Yandere!College Professor

warning: sex, degradation, feminization, mild choking, insults, objectification and cussing

College professor who walked into the class and the room shut up. He didn’t even greet the class, curtly saying his name before heading straight into lecture. He didn’t even notice you till you muttered an insult under your breath. He didn’t even feel anything like fireworks, just annoyance.

College Professor who is a micromanaging asshole. Who’s never been anything but dominant in his life. From his work like to the bed, he’s never faced any rejection or setback. So when you sneered at his face, and opposed him, he was interested.

College Professor who noticed you more and more. From your toned body to the lack of texts coming to your phone. He paid special attention to the glares you gave him when there was more work than usual or a suprise quiz. The way you bite back insults when he approaches you.

College Professor who had come in his pants, after you insulted him. ‘Fucking asshole.’ You’d muttered, leaving his class. He’d convinced himself he only liked you because he thought he could break you. Not because he’s never felt this fucking alive. Panting as he wiped the stickiness off in the university bathroom, your glare and angry expression saved in his mind for later.

College Professor who gave you more work than the rest of the class on purpose. Relishing every sneer or glare you gave to him. Who used his hacking skills to find out your schedule and gathered information about you and your friends. College Professor who stalks you on every social media platform under a pseudonym. Who reads every post you post insult him and his class. Holding his phone in his left hand, rubbing his clothed dick. He’s not into you insulting him, he tried to convince himself. But the thought you spitting insults in person, make his back arch as he came in his pants with just a few touches.

College Professor who hates anyone else around you. Increasing your work load, making sure you didn’t have time to hang out with others. Purposefully making your tests and quizzes harder till your grades started to drop.

College Professor who called you to his office for a private talk about your grades. Dressed in his finest clothes, a sexy perfume on. Only for him to be shoved against the wall, your hand holding his shirt collar. He couldn’t hold in the moan that left his mouth.

College Professor who you have bent over the desk, his ass red from spanking. Who only protested for a second before happily letting you manhandle him. Whining when you finished spanking him, mouth open with drool dripping out, and tears running down his cheek.

College Professor who cried from sheer pleasure as your cock entered him taking his virginity. He would have cum if he didn’t already when you were spanking him. Moaning when you yank his hair and called him a slut. Your hand wrapped around his throat, choking him. He gagged and whined pathetically, his tight virgin hole fluttered around your cock in pleasure. His eyes rolling back in ecstasy when you started to move.

College Professor who lets you use him like a fleshlight, in his office. Manhandling him like a toy. His clothes scattered across the room, whines and unintelligible moans that sounded like your name and yes leaving his kiss swollen lips. He was older than you but he couldn’t help how good your cock made him feel.

College Professor who gives you an A without you asking. Who regrets every moment he spends without you. Who can’t stop texting you, even when you block him for spamming you, immediately spamming your social media, begging for attention. Who leaves in the middle of a lecture because you’re in another class and not responding, just to take sexy pictures to send you.

College Professor who loves the way your eyes darken when he wears lingerie, so he’d started to wear silk panties and lingerie under his clothes. Who wants you to use however you want, fuck him in his office, in the bathrooms, anywhere you want. Even in public. Your free use slut he moaned eagerly when you’d taken up his offer.

College Professor who is a cock addicted whore for you. Like a loyal puppy only for you, his owner. Looking at you with the most pathetic face, eyes watering from being degraded, yet flushed and panting like a slut. Who loves it when you insult him, calling him your whore or slut. But also when you call him your cute girlfriend.

College Professor who is nothing but a bratty slut for you. Who can’t focus on teaching when your gaze lingered on his ass. His body aching from being fucked this morning but still craving your cock deep in him, filling him in all the right places.

Fuck, read his eyes and follow him to the bathroom, please? He’ll make you feel really good~

GOJO, TOJI, AIZAWA, NANAMI, SUKUNA, WRIOTHESLEY, GHOST, ZORO, BEELZEBUB, MAMMON, JIYAN, CALCHIRO, KÖNIG and anyone else you like <3

[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a mean! yandere having to adjust to a depressed reader once she’s been kidnapped.

usually, he wouldn’t care. he finds pleasure in provoking you and trying to help you achieve your limits. you have such a passion inside you, it’s a shame you hold yourself back from letting loose, he thinks.

he wants to see your face once you’re truly broken. not the sadness that currently paints over your features, but he wants to see you go feral, to scream, and cry, and make yourself bleed. all he wants, truly, is to make you go crazy.

he thinks it’d be a beautiful sight.

but the misery on your face isn’t one he was expecting. he contemplates pushing his advances forward, continuing to stir your anger even more, but seeing the sadness on his face is enough to make him step back.

don’t consider this him going light on you. he’s never been a lenient person, but he’ll allow you to consider this as a break.

he enjoys it. he loves knowing that he holds this power over you, to make you feel however he wants you to. if he wants you to feel hopeful all he needs to do is leave a window open, if he wants to see your face twist into pain all it takes is a smack on your cheek to push you back into obedience. he’s truly glad to have taken you here, and when you finally stop holding yourself back he’s so glad to know he’ll be the only one who hears your stunning screams.

[marvelnatr]

Training

Warnings: Daddy!Nat, Sub!reader, humiliation, brat!tamer Nat, impact play, mocking, strap on, cock warming, breeding kink, cum filled strap, pussy spanking, spanking, bratting, oral fixation, office setting.

Summary: you continue to fail to complete your mission reports correctly. Fury has tried multiple times to get the teammates to teach you how to complete them and you cannot follow simple orders, he’s told that during your teachings you have a cocky attitude. So he places you in an office with Nat till you can get your act together.

Feel free to join my marvel discord geared to this kind of writing! Its in my pinned master list. If the link doesn’t work let me know darlings. I don’t bite <3

Your POV:

Walking into the office Natasha looked up at me, her eyebrow cocking as she stayed leaned over her desk “excuse you?” I watched her slightly confused “what? I’m supposed to be here at nine am and its nine ten” Natasha nodded “yes you’re late. But also have some manners and knock on my office door before you come in” I nodded a bit with an eye roll and started to cross the threshold, Natashas voice stopped me in my tracks “so turn around and try again”. Looking up at her I nodded and turned around, closing the door and knocking again. Natasha gently opened the door “come in”. Nodding I walked in the door and looked at Natasha, she pointed to the chair near her desk “sit” rolling my eyes again I sat down. I’m not a fucking dog. I felt Nats eyes on me, the door clicked shut and the sound of her heels getting closer to my chair till I felt her brush by me as she sat down “so you’ve been having some problems with your mission reports?” I shook my head “they’re fine. Fury is just being picky” Natasha looked up at me “his name to you is Director, I know for a fucking fact you and him are not on first name basis. Do I make myself clear?” Swallowing a little I nodded as Nat watched me “no, you’re going to give me a verbal confirmation” watching her I sat forward and spoke, allowing my attitude to lace my voice “okay”, Natasha’s eyes found mine, the second we made eye contact I had realized I may have sounded a little too bold. Natasha calmly spoke “okay what?” I watched her, backing down a little “o-okay yes ma’am”. I received a simple nod from her and sat there in silence while she finished up her work.

After fifteen minutes I looked at her “okay what the fuck am I doing here? Cause if I’m just gonna sit here I’m leaving” Natasha looked at me “you will be patient Y/N” pouting I sat back and watched her work. This went on for around another thirty minutes before she looked at me “okay, what was the last mission you did” I looked at her and sat up “fucking finally” shooting a glare at me she growled a little “watch your fucking mouth, I am here to help you, so drop the fucking attitude” ignoring her statement I pulled out my computer and pulled up the mission report. I felt her lean over my shoulder as she looked at my report and scoffed “no wonder fury wont take this, its messy” I looked at her “excuse you?” Natasha cocked her eyebrow at me “I didn’t stutter did I?” Shutting up a little I rolled my eyes and thought of a quick snarky comeback “so what’s wrong with it then if you’re so fucking smart” I guess that was it. That’s what snapped her. Within seconds I was turned and facing her, her green eyes piercing into mine

Natasha’s POV:

Wrapping my hand around her throat Y/N left out a little gasp, her eyes widening as her legs squeezed together. I laughed a little and mocked “oh, I see, you just needed to be choked out a little didn’t you?” Y/N’s knuckles turned white as she squirmed “n-no” I laughed at her, tutting “oh detka, poor little thing. How I’d love to fuck you but you need an attitude adjustment” I let go of her neck with a little push and looked at her “rewrite it. Again. Stop beating around the bush and write it” Y/N pouted “b-but I don’t know how” I grabbed her jaw and made her look at me “you’re a smart little girl, you’ll figure it out” a pout formed on her lips as she looked at her computer and started typing. Nodding I sat back down at my desk. Y/N’s legs were squeezed shut as she typed. She would look up at me on occasion, her eyes begged me to fuck her as her pupils were blown with lust. Smirking at her I shook my head “focus on your work darling”

Y/N continued with her work. I decided it was time to fuck around with her a little, my fingers made their way to my button up shirt, slowly undoing the first three buttons to reveal my cleavage. Y/N’s eyes had been trained on my chest for a solid two minutes now. I laughed a little “what’s got you distracted darling?” Y/N swallowed hard and shook her head “nothing”. I slowly got up and leaned over the desk, my chest close to her face “try again detka” Y/N looked up at me, her eyes filled with anticipation as I leaned over her. The younger woman shakily inhaled and swallowed thick, as he spoke weakly “n-nothing miss” nodding I turned her computer to me “lets see how much progress you’ve made shall we love”. Looking over her work I tutted, she really hasn’t changed a thing. She’s made advances but hasn’t done much. I looked at her “this really isn’t any better dorogoy, are you really that dumb that you can’t put together a simple report? I know you’re so much smarter then this” a whine fell from her lips “I don’t get it, this is such bullshit!” Cocking my eyebrow at her I warned her “watch your mouth” Y/N looked at me with that same bratty look “fucking make me” laughing I leaned in closer “I will”. Her eyes widened as I sat down in my chair and patted my lap “come bring your computer and sit” Y/N rolled her eyes “no, I’m not a fucking child” I chuckled “you sure are acting like one” she quickly shot me a look and stupidly defended herself “I am not!” I scoffed at her “you are, just like a spoiled fucking brat if you ask me” huffing Y/N sat back in her chair, folding her arms and turning away from me just as a pouting child would. I laughed and mumbled “my point proven”

After about fifteen minutes she grumbled “I would like to leave now” I nodded while typing “you can after you finish your report” Y/N groaned “but I don’t fucking know what to do to fix it!” Looking over at her I spoke calmly, probably pissing her off even more “I offered to help you darling, and you wouldn’t take it. But the offer is still there. When you can drop your ego and come and sit in my lap like a good girl I can help you” she shook her head and spat “in your fucking dreams” I laughed and nodded “your choice then darling”

After a few more minutes she realized I wasn’t giving in. I heard her movements to grab her computer and find her way over to me. Looking over at her I saw her eyes watching my lap. Leaning back I gave her room to sit down, Y/N shuffled over to me pouting as I took her computer from her and allowed her to sit in my lap. Tucking some hair behind her ear I whispered “this isn’t so bad is it?” Shifting to get comfy she grumbled, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration “this sucks” I laughed a little and held her waist “don’t hurt my feelings now darling. Stop pretending you don’t like it”. A red tint fell over her cheeks as she cuddled into me and I smiled “that’s a good girl. Now, look at your screen”. I adjusted Y/N so she could see her screen and her eyes widened at me, I knew it was only time before she felt my strap in my pants, I laughed a little and mocked in her ear “so distracted darling, are you okay?”. A blush tinted her cheeks red as she nodded “y-yes da- ma’am”, I smirked “oh no baby say what you were gonna say”. Y/N squirmed in my lap as she mumbled, I held her hips and stilled her movements “speak up detka”. She pushed her head into my chest “y-yes d-daddy”. I groaned a little and held her hips down “such a good girl, there we go, finally learning your place”, the girl shot a glare at me and I smacked her thigh “nuh uh little girl, knock it off”, her eyes rolled as she spat “fucking make me”.

My hand quickly wrapped around her throat as I stood her up, quickly laying her flat over my desk then landing a harsh smack to her ass “that’s it, enough of the attitude”, Y/N gasped and moaned a little. Chuckling I tutted “such a fucking slut, is this what you want? You want me to spank you?” I spanked her again and stuck my fingers in her mouth “you just want to get punished thats all, want me to make you my little bitch”. I continued to land harsh spanks to her ass, the crimson red color was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You could see the slight outlines of my rings from the impact on her sore ass. Y/N was whimpering and crying a little, drooling all over my desk. I laughed “awww my poor little girl, you can give but you cant take? But you look so pretty for me. You ass all red while you make a mess all over my desk. Those pretty little tears don’t mean shit to me princess”

I watched as she squirmed, an unmistakable wet patch forming on her panties. Kicking her legs apart I gently pushed my palm on her cunt “mmmm so wet for me babygirl” Y/N moaned and whined, her legs closing around my hands. I smacked her cunt and looked up at her “you do not close your legs when I touch you, do you understand little girl?” She nodded and moaned “y-yes daddy” pushing my hand against her cunt I spoke again “I said do you understand?”, moaning a bit louder she fixed her sentence “y-yes daddy I understand” smirking I whispered in her ear “panties off and lay on the couch”. Y/N scrambled to the couch taking off her panties. I locked the office door and headed over to her. I rubbed her thighs gently “open your legs detka”, her legs quickly fell open and I groaned “you’re fucking soaked babygirl“ a red tint formed on her cheeks as I trailed my finger along her cunt “so you can follow orders, shocking”. Y/N snapped her legs shut “oh fuck off”. I cocked my eyebrow at her lowering my voice to a growl “what did you just say to me Y/N?”, her eyes went wide as her face turned white. Fear and anticipation flooded her eyes as I tutted “what am I going to do with you huh little girl?” I watched as she swallowed thick, standing up I leaned over her and grabbed her neck “lets see…I could edge you…or I could spank your poor little cunt….and I could just completely leave you without touching you” Y/N quickly protested to my last suggestion, a pleading whine falling from her lips “no daddy please! Please don’t leave me like this!”. I laughed at her “and what makes you think you’re in any position to tell me what to do with you darling? Where on earth did you get that thought?”

Dead silence fell over the room. Y/N’s pupils blown with lust and fear as she squirmed. I chuckled at her squeezing her neck tighter and pulling her closer to my face “come on slut speak up”, the younger woman gasped and rambled out “I-I dont! y-you’re in charge daddy”. Smiling I nodded “that’s right detka, daddy is is charge. Here’s what’s gonna happen” I trailed my hand down to her cunt as I spoke, allowing my accent to lace my voice a little more “you’re going to lay here and hold yourself open while daddy spanks this pretty little cunt five times for your misconduct. Do I make myself clear?” Y/N moaned and nodded “y-yes daddy you made yourself clear”

Y/N spread herself open, I smirked at her “so wet”, leaning down I hovered my face just above her cunt, my breath falling over her cunt making her twitch as I smiled “oh this is gonna be so much fucking fun” pushing my palm onto her heated core I kissed her gently then landed a semi harsh smack. Y/N yelped and moaned as I gently rubbed “you know what to do darling”. The girl swallowed thick, her chest rising and falling as she attempted to catch her breath “o-one thank you daddy”. Smiling I nodded and spanked her pussy again. I received the same reaction as the last. Y/N jolting slightly at the impact on her already swollen cunt from being so needy. I looked in her eyes as she counted again “two t-thank you daddy”. Nodding I finished the next three. Rubbing her pussy gently I groaned “so red and puffy now darling, you look so pretty like this” a blush fell over her cheeks and I chuckled “so shy, why did I punish you baby?” Y/N whispered gently “b-because I closed my legs while you were touching me” I nodded and rubbed “and is that polite?”, blushing further she shook her head “no daddy”. I smiled and kissed her knee “good girl. Now, you need to finish your report”. Immediately she whined “I don’t wanna!” I folded my arms “tell you what, you do the report and you get to cockwarm daddy as you work” Y/N bit her lip eagerly nodding “deal!”

Laughing I walked over to the desk and sat down. Y/N watched me as she rubbed her legs together, I patted my lap “come on darling, you’re so soaked you’ll be just fine”. She turned beet red as she straddled me and sunk gently down on my strap. Her cunt swallowing every inch of the thick toy as her mouth fell open in a silent moan. It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and I couldn’t wait to breed her. To claim her and make her mine. I rested my hands on her hips and whispered praises “come on babygirl, just a little more. You can take it. I know you can” her eyes watched mine as she whimpered “you’re so big daddy, it wont fit” I laughed a little and rubbed her waist “oh darling. It’ll fit, daddy will help you”. She nodded as I lightly fucked up into her. My entire length buried into her cervix as she moaned “f-fucking hell” rubbing her hips gently I praised “thats it, such a good girl, you’ve done so well for me baby” she smiled and I patted her cheek “now get to work”

Y/N worked on her report as I looked over a file. Every so often I would check on her to see her progress. I could feel her arousal coating my thighs. The heat radiating off her core. Sometimes she would shift and moan from the sensation of the strap moving inside her. After thirty minutes she had finally finished. I put my file down and leaned forward, moving in her again. Y/N moaned as I rubbed her thigh to calm her and read over her report. I smiled and gripped her thigh a little “thats more like it baby, you do know what to do you just wanted to cookie cut it” Y/N pouted and bratted a little “did not!”. Quickly I smacked her thigh “no ma’am, no more of that” the girl whimpered “s-sorry daddy”. My hips involuntary bucked up, causing me to fuck into her. It was a pure reaction to the honorific falling from her lips. I received a moan from her in return, groaning I whispered in her ear “I could listen to those pretty little sounds all day” Y/N whimpered “please fuck me daddy, I-I can’t wait anymore”

Quickly picking her up I brought her over to the couch, my strap staying buried in her the entire time. I rested her down on the couch, her back hitting the leather cushions. I moan fell from her lips as my cock moved inside of her “oh baby be a good girl and let daddy fuck you hm? I know you’ve been craving this from the second you looked at me”. Y/N whimpered and nodded as I started fucking into her “that’s it, good girl detka”. Quickly grabbing a hold of the leather she moaned “f-fucking hell daddy you’re so big” I laughed a little and kept fucking her “I know darling”. Y/N’s head threw back as her eyes closed, I slapped her tit “ah ah, no little girl, you look daddy in the eyes while she’s fucking you. I want to memorize exactly what you look like when you’re falling apart under me”

Y/N’s eyes shot open again as she watched me, I nodded and slipped my fingers into her mouth, lightly making her gag which in turn made her clench around my strap. She quickly got the understanding to suck and begun swirling her tongue around my fingers. My digits muffling her moans as her teary eyes watched me. I smiled and mocked her “look at you, drooling all over yourself as I fuck your tight little pussy. You look fucking pathetic darling. I’m glad you’re found a better use for that pretty mouth of yours rather than bratting”. At this point she was too busy to complain, to dumb fucked out to argue. Fucking into her harder I groaned “fuck pup you look so pretty like this”. She moaned loud and bucked her hips, I cocked my eyebrow at her “you like that one huh? You want daddy to breed this sweet little pussy? To claim you?”. A babbled yes fell from her mouth around my fingers. I smirked and fucked into her harder “fuck thats my good girl”

Y/N’s legs started to shake, I took my fingers out of her mouth “you ask for permission to cum detka” her moans grew louder “p-please daddy please can I cum?” I groaned and nodded “fuck babygirl cum for me, gonna fill you up, make my cum drip from that pretty little cunt”. I gripped her legs and spread them wider as she came. Fully bottoming out inside her I came with her. Filling her cunt as she screamed a little “h-holy fucking shit daddy!” I laughed as I kissed her cheek “such a good girl for me, now everyone in the office knows who’s screwing you”, Y/N’s face tinted red as I stroked her cheek “it’s okay darling, you’re mine now”

As her breathing slowed I gently pulled out, some of the cum dripping from her cunt as it spilled on the couch. Chuckling I rubbed her thighs “such a messy girl”. I went into my private bathroom and wet a washcloth, coming back I kissed her inner thigh “may I dove?”. Y/N nodded all floaty, I melted at her relaxed face and fucked out body. While I cleaned her up I spoke “no more of the bratty attitude okay baby?” Y/N nodded and whispered “okay daddy”. I smiled softly at her and gently put her panties back on and grabbed one of my blankets from my storage ottoman, wrapping her up in it as I picked her up and held her in my arms “that’s my good girl, you can rest now darling”

Y/N cuddled into my neck and closed her eyes. While she dozed off I rubbed some cream on her ass, admiring the indentation of my rings on her red flesh for a few seconds. Kissing her head I sat down and continued to do some of my work, doing my best not to wake the sleeping angel in my lap.

[hana-no-seiiki]

REINCARCERATION

tw/cw: reincarnation shenanigans, (implied) yandere themes, mentions/descriptions of cheating, angst, sadist reader, yandere! cheater, very revenge p*rn-ey and suggestive but no smut.

inspired by @miyaagis cheater kuroo series and @cassanderasblog ‘s reincarnated ceo husband oc

(literally wrote this as comfort)

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You keep doing things that hurt you in the long run.”

You stared at the man in front of you. The man you once married in another life before you died and reincarnated.

His broken, bloodied self in front of you. Beaten up by the people you’ve personally sought to send after him.

He died in your previous life too of course. Only that his death was far too boring, and out of your sight.

“Why- why? I thought you loved me. I thought you didn’t think those dreams were true. Th-“ He lets out an agonizing grunt as a wound opened up with all his yapping. Really, the man wouldn’t shut up around you. “That you didn’t care about it anyways!”

“And you were stupid enough to believe it!” You laughed. Genuinely laughed. Finally, after years of being haunted by those dreams of the man you once loved fucking his sidepiece you finally had a moment of happiness. Even if it was at the expense of him. “I know right? You’re even more gullible than I thought.”

You traced the outline of his bulge. One that had been screaming for release since the moment you revealed your true intentions. A reaction from him that proved your thoughts.

The man was a masochist.

You had been too nice. A perfect spouse to the majority. But that wasn’t what he wanted.

And there was only one way to truly hurt a masochist like him.

“This is goodbye then.”

You leave them behind. A prison of their own loneliness.

One that you’ll make sure he never escapes from.