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Another of those characters. I just keep doodling him in the mornings.

The black thing is a sentient “power armor” that uses biological matter as it’s power source so if you use it too much it will dissolve your skin and muscles and so on.

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oh god i dont want to leave digital footprint but i want to rip that shirt off him and and and and

a/n: pictures are not mine

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BARKBARK BARKBARKBARK BARK BARK

★ new year's

☾ jesse x male reader (tlou)

𝘱𝘳𝘦-𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ guess who watched TLOU s2 ep1 today :) by the way I've watched the gameplay as well

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 547

cw: dry humping ish, no s*x just making out, hard-ons, a church

Desperate hands curl around the side of your face and grasp at your hair, pulling. Pulling at your strands, pulling you far back. That initial strength pulls you off, but you fight it, push through, back to his lips.

He doesn't resist. He kicks himself further up the wall, inching up to his full height so you might kiss him easier; but his knees are weak. You notice it.

It's like you're grappling, when you take the underside of his knee, pull him up to height and push him back against the wall.

It's Jesse's choice, after, to wrap it around your hip and press his body closer.

Your pelvises meet, and fuck, that is not a gun.

In a sudden sprout of awareness, Jesse turns his head. He says in a gasp for air, "We're at a church."

"We're outside a church." You correct, and you won't let his self-restraint stop you. It's his self-restraint, after all.

When you press kisses around his neck, Jesse groans. "Wait. Wait, seriously." He tugs at your hair, but you're like a fucking animal, like a dog stealing food that's not his. "Maria's gonna fucking kill me."

"Not if we don't get caught."

"Seriously, you rabid dog." His hand comes down to your cheek, and his thumb pushed against your top lip, and only then do you pull off.

"What is it?" You press a kiss to his thumb, even after it has slighted you, and Jesse almost melts. "Do you not like it..? I mean, you're into guys aren't you?"

"I wouldn't say I'm into guys, I'm more into you—nevermind, that's not the point." Jesse shakes his head. "It's New Year's."

"That's exactly why we should be kissing." You argue.

"And we're at a party and–"

"–you're not helping your case here–"

"and I'm looked up to. I'm a patrol commander, I've gotta get up early tomorrow, and...and it's a goddamn church.."

"Get up early tomorrow is suggesting a lot—and why are you so hooked up on it being a damn church?" Before Jesse can even reply, you kiss him.

He fights for a second or two, nails digging into your cheek and his other hand pushing into your shoulder, before he finally, finally melts.

All his restraint, all his refusal, is thrown right out the window. He grinds his pelvis up against yours, and that moan he lets out at it is quiet, but only because your mouth muffles it.

You swallow the sound right up. God, he's a fucking treat.

Your hands wander, riding up his shirt. A shiver runs through his body–it's winter and there's wind–but your warm hands are there to make up for it. It has a whimper pulling out of his throat.

You've stared before, at the peak of summer, when he lifts up his shirt and he's all sweaty. Of course, you couldn't touch, then.

"Dina's finally let you go," You chuckle, nipping at his bottom lip before kissing his jaw. "and I finally get to have you."

"Oh shut the fuck up." Jesse breathes out, but it's as much of a threat as a snow bunny is.

You don't know how much farther you'll go. You're both hard, that much is clear, and you're not passing up this chance.

𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵-𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ okay let's talk about casting:

bella ramsey was sooo good first season right? but this deeper voice they've got for season 2 (at least i think they're making their voice deeper) is NOT selling an older Ellie; so I think they should've recasted Ellie

ABBY DESERVES TO BE BUFF! that's almost her whole thing in the game, like, "blonde? arms like mine?" or how she's always described as jacked, that's her identifier but fine if at least the actress built some muscle, i think it's alright; her acting during her introduction scene was good

Jesse's casting was great, Dina should've had her hair up more often than not but that casting is okay, she really sold the Dina voice when she yelled "Ellie!" when Ellie fell through the floor

Rapidfire for the fireflies: Owen and Abby's height difference SHOULD NOT have been that big, and the rest of them are way too hot. Like, Manny should've been chubbier, rounder cheeks and all, it's part of his charm. Also where's the rest of them? The dude with the bitch scar across his face?

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I can't believe your 22 now Lol

You best believe it!! 23 soon just waiiitt >:D

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I learned about the myth of Poseidon and Pelops🫠🫠🫠

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★ gladiator; the larger man

☾ daario naharis x top m reader

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ daario is so hot istg i wonder how he's doing in meereen

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 2.17 words

cw: dom top male reader, sub bot daario, big size diff and size kink, fight scene w/ violence, blood, slight overstim, mention of slavery (it's game of thrones, it's vague and it's very slight), swearing

The smaller man, or the larger man?

Daario Naharis made his life in the arena, playing dirty as much as playing clean, kicking up sand as much as aiming his dagger correctly.

In his journey up to the position he holds now, he has slain hundreds of different types of men. From men just like him, nimble and infuriating, to men twice his weight, his favorite opponents: brutes.

Brutes are slow. They may be strong, but they don't get to use that strength if they miss. Brutes are bigger targets, even, and Daario himself is not one for missing.

When the time to throw away his endless fortune comes, he always bets for the smaller man.

Daario spies the five gladiators in front of him, making guesses to hand off to the man he secretly has bet for him. They each have their own strengths, their own unique weapons, and Daario considers them all, even though he prefers the sword himself.

The man's preference in weapons doesn't matter. If he is proficient, it will work.

What does matter, is the man's build.

His eyes zone in on a man on the smaller end, but not the smallest. He's using a spear. Good, he'll be able to keep his distance and use his size difference.

Once he makes his choice, and tells his "broker", he claps his hands and the match begins.

It's all out brawl, every man for himself. Alliances form when two men target the same opponent, but they quickly break as opportunities to nick at each other arrive.

There is no loyalty in the pit. There are only chances, reflexes and instinct; brutality, bloodshed and survival. Only one man would survive this round, and he would be granted word with the King. The gold he rakes in in bets won't even be his. It'll go to his patron, but if he is lucky, there will be lavish compensation. A whore for the night, perhaps.

Whatever it is that drives these men, whether it be the light at the end of the tunnel or the sand beneath their feet or the pleasure of taking another life, it makes for a grand show.

The man with the direflail falls first. He wasn't the biggest or smallest, just somewhere in the middle. Daario's favored spearman had taken advantage of a particularly heavy swing that has one of the balls falling to the floor to plunge his spear right into the other's heart.

Daario whistles his approval, and his glee only brightens as the spearman continues onto his next opponent.

This one wields a sword. He's the smaller of the two of them, both are still relatively smaller, leaving this isolated battle to be a long one. Each man will dodge the other's strike, or parry, or block, and so on.

At least, that's what Daario expects. The spearman kicks up sand with the butt of his spear, causing specks to fly into his opponent's eyes and blind him temporarily. In a last ditch attempt to defend himself, the swordsman flails his blade wildly, to no avail. The spearman knocks the weapon out of the other's hand with a harsh swing, then plunges his spear into his chest.

If he survives this, Daario's sure the man will earn the title of the Spearman who aims for the Heart, or something of the sort.

Now the smallest man on the field, the spearman locks eyes with the opponent farthest from him, a club-wielder, who is currently fighting the large brute Daario had immediately dismissed.

Their battle had been isolated for the majority of the show, yet nothing had come of it except a couple stinging, but non-fatal bludgeons. Nothing exciting.

That was about to change, however, as the smaller man and the club-wielder quickly form an alliance.

Taking advantage of the fact the larger man wasn't facing him, the smaller man charges forward, spear first, aiming to kill him from behind.

"Oh, son of a bitch!" Daario exclaims, clenching his fists.

The larger man quickly spins around, splintering the smaller man's spear in two with one swing, then decapitating him with another.

His final opponent tries to do the same as the now dead spearman, once again take advantage of the large man having his back turned and having to recover from a swift double swing, only to meet the very same end.

And that's game.

Seemingly unaffected by the blood sprayed over your armor and hair, you, the large man, take your stand in front of the King's seating.

As you approach him, Daario takes note of how ruggedly handsome you are up close. He takes your name first, then sizes you up. "You know, I usually bet for the smaller man."

"Sounds like you still did." The gladiator replies, referring to Daario's emotional groan that was a tad bit too loud to be fit for a king from earlier.

The corner of Daario's lips lifts up with a slight smirk, "Are you talking back to your King, ser?"

"Does the King think so?"

You amuse him.

First you were a surprise winner, then a comedian, unafraid of speaking to the King or referring to him without respect.

Daario's eyes trail over your figure again, taking in the delectable sight of you. There's something about the rugged way the blood splattered over you makes your hair stick to your skin and decorates the rest of your armor and muscles, as well as the defined way the rest of your body is covered in sweat, that makes him think you handsome in an animalistic manner.

He takes in your build, imagines himself next to you. You're likely almost double his size.

Blood flows through Daario's body, desire.

He gestures towards one of his men to come take his word. As he whispers his commands, he keeps his gaze set on you, and even down there, you can see the growing lust in his eyes. "Buy him from his owner, however much he costs. If he is not a slave, escort him to my throne room. Don't bother to clean him up beforehand."

If Daario said he wasn't expecting this, he'd be lying.

In fact, it could very well become a fact to flaunt. To have the up and coming champion of the pit in his bed is one thing to brag about. To have control over him, his strength and his beastly desires is another; but the latter is a work in progress.

That is so because at this very moment, Daario has absolutely no control.

He's hugging his knees up to his chest, not because he wants you to have better access to his hole, but because you force him so.

You're pressed up against him, sweaty chest heaving against his legs as you fuck him.

It's no love affair, but Daario tucks a lock of hair stuck together due to dried blood behind your ear. He's trying to keep his eyes open just to look at you, though it is a hard fight.

There's something about the way you—no, it is how animalistic you look, fucking up into him while your body is covered with fighting sweat as well as fucking sweat and the blood of your parted enemies. It is about how your body is only littered with practically cat scratches, a sign of how easy that battle was for you. It is about how large you are in comparison to him, how your hand can almost wrap around his thigh and most definitely can wrap around his throat.

And it is absolutely about how big your cock is.

You're churning up his insides with the pace you set, and the strength of it too. Makes him feel like he's on fire. The bed creaks with each movement like it threatens to break, and it is a royal bed, made unnecessarily out of the strongest woods.

Suddenly, you lift his leg and try to hook it behind his own shoulder. Daario moan-yelps at that. He grabs your shoulder and pushes you back weakly, only a couple centimeters.

"I'm not that flexible." He says, teeth gritted.

You grunt, but you're no brute that only communicates through grunts. "You should train."

Daario laughs. One, because it sounds like you're suggesting he do so for a later time, and two, because you make it sound so simple. "I'm not usually the one taking it."

"No? But you're such a small man."

He almost sounds delirious as he laughs again, breath leaving him shakily with relief as you put his leg down. "Yes, but–"

In another instant, you're behind him, almost disproving that the smaller man is the quicker one, but that is not what he dwells on. Instead, you're already lifting his knee up for him and entering him.

Daario moans, eyes snapping shut as you stretch him out all over again. "How the fuck are you so big?"

You're pressed up against him once more, but to a much more vulnerable part, his back. With each thrust, your pelvis meets his ass fully, no more need to prop his hips up with a pillow or sheer will.

"Is that your concern right now?"

"No," Daario's practically losing control of his body. The leg you're holding spasms, toes clenching and all, but you keep it right in place with your large hand. "Err, yes, because it's fucking good."

"Thought you meant my body." Your other arm sneaks below his neck, and Daario leans against it almost endearingly.

"I did, well, both." He's breathless. It's amusing.

From the door, to which your back's facing, nobody would be able to see Daario past the knee you're holding up in the air. It would be embarrassing, if anything recognizable about Daario could be seen past your figure, which is a no.

Your body completely engulfs any sight of him, any at all. That's how much bigger you are.

And Daario loves it.

Being the smaller man has always been about advantage, about being quicker, more nimble. Right now, the advantage is joyfully being at your mercy.

The blood is cold now, completely dry, but it's still rubbing off on his body, he's sure.

He opens his eyes, glancing down at his knee and your bloodied hand. When all's said and done, he's going to have bloody hand marks on his hips and his knees, marks of you.

His hand reaches out to intertwine with your free hand, just to prove how much bigger your hand is. It'll be clear to all that the hand marks on his body do not come from his hands.

Daario whimpers at the thought. Whimpers.

"Softening, my King?" In the voice of anyone else, Daario would feel smug at being called that. In yours, however, he knows it's teasing.

"Fuck off."

"Hold your leg up."

Despite his earlier words, Daario obeys quite easily, without a fight. He holds his leg up by the knee, how you did it, like you asked.

"Such an obedient king."

"Fuck."

Then your hand wraps around his dick and, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

He's whimpering again, only this time constantly. He's not got enough mind nor break to even think about being sheepish about it.

There's only your hand sliding up and down his dick and your cock fucking in and out of him with a fervor.

"I'm gonna–" Daario whimpers, mouth slamming shut as his hips chase release.

"Go on." You whisper into his ear. Oh, that voice of yours. Whispering now? He's more used to a voice such as yours shouting battle cries, not this calm, teasing, sultry, fucking arousing trifle that only makes the head of his dick weep.

"Seven hells!" Daario cries out as he finishes.

But you don't stop, not there. You're fucking a king, but you're still selfish.

Daario whimpers again, arm growing tired. You abandon his dick to hold his leg up by the knee, hand over his, holding it up and up and up. He cries out with pain as you push his flexibility, at the strength of your hold on his leg and his hand.

Your cock thoroughly abuses his hole, stretching it to its limit, the widest he's ever taken; the toughest, too, maybe. Hard and fast and relentless, even after he's already cum. Worse so, actually, as the overwhelming pleasure pricks tiny tears into the corners of his eyes.

You don't care for him.

Despite that, there's some kind of pleasure in it, in not being a king anymore, in being yours to use.

When you finish, you don't care for the fact it's inside of him.

Daario shudders as you finally let his leg fall. He thinks you're going to be impersonal, until your hand settles on his stomach and tugs his body impossibly closer.

"Was that good?" Comes your whisper into his ear, awfully caring.

He rolls his eyes. You must know it was good for him, after all the sounds you'd dragged up from his throat. "Fuck you."

You chuckle, thumb circling over his sternum, yet don't reply.

Daario sighs contently as he settles back, into you. He could get used to this. The idea of having you as a new permanent lover flashes in his mind. They never really last long, lovers.

Perhaps you will.

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god I love my pig @_@

XD so im kinda a dummy and when i sent the tattoo ask, what i typed is different than what i was thinking, which is how would noemie act if we got the same tattoos he already has

THAT'S SO FUNNY the one time i make a mistake that's not just me losing the plot or being unable to read and it's the only time the person comes back and corrects me too that's so funny to me.

here u go some proper simpage

if there's one thing you can say about noemie it's that his tattoos are pretty cool. you asked if they had any significance but no they were just patterns he used to doodle in highschool. just because they had no meaning when he got them didn't mean it stayed that way, they're a pretty identifiable feature after all. the tattoos became part of the legend. the cannibal butcher of the abandoned slaughter house now had a slit mouth, neck stitches, and satanic markings on his arms. also weirdly a really fat ass but you're choosing to ignore that rumor. you decided that you would lean into the other rumors though, make his markings look like part of your brand so he would just look like the innocent fanboy.

you expected him to be happy, you expected him to be excited. you didn't expect him to start hyperventilating. he gripped his chest while he tried to catch his breath. you gently wrapped an arm around his waist.

"breathe. use your words."

"youyouyou YOU LOOK LIKE ME!! your arms!! your neck!! your mouth!!" his fingers run over your lips. "oh my god your mouth. you look so sexy i want to watch you eat meat and rip it apart with your canines. i wish you would bite and rip off my fingers right now." his fingers slid down to your neck. "your neck is so sexy i want to kiss it." he grabbed your arms that were wrapped around him, massaging your forearm. "your arms fuck fuck your beautiful arms are touching me you're touching me. you're marked in my pattern. you're marked like you're mine and you're holding me..."

his knees went completely weak and he fell into your chest, drooling. god help you if he finds out you did this to protect him.

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Can I order a himbo!reader with a stupid big cock but no idea how to use it please >o<! Any character will do I just need a stupid man who only knows how to say "yes sir" and "moore" at the end of it all <3

Dombot OC x Sub top himbo reader~! ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼

WC: 2.2k

Tags: anal creampies, anal sex, pnp, riding, older man X younger man, horny consent, spit used as lube, manhandling, dumbification, hand jobs <33

About: reader is all pent up N’ horny, who better to help out than their work obsessed hubby?

Taglist: @yyuinaa @kimisbunny @asher-is-hotxp @silvern1006 @unstab1eperson2

A/N: kinda short buut M’ jus tryin T’ get back N’ tha swing of stuff , hope you don’t mind top reader but it jus felt fittin, it’s been a min since i posted an actual fic, time T’ feed M’top male readers!

All week you’ve been nothing but a pent up wreck, staying at home and being a house hubby wasn’t as easy as you thought.

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you’d wait all day for your husband to get back from the office, you’d go to the gym trying to release some stress but that never worked. You’d get home and clean up having your hard on brushing against every corner drove you insane.

You stood sweaty in a tank top having a big wet spot in your sweat pants and all you could think about is trying to jerk off, but your hand never flicked the way his did. Your strokes never felt the same either—

All you could do is lay around on the couch moping like some dumb puppy, you didn’t even have the will to disappoint your cock with your pathetic touches, you just weakly thrusted your hips into the cushion of the couch not caring if you soiled the fabric, your thumb pressed to the call button on your phone— god you just needed his voice so bad!

Ring- ring-ring

“hello- baby I thought we talked about you calling me when I’m at the office?”

“I know but I jus really needed to hear you- I’m missing you s’much-“

Just by your rigid breaths and your whiny pitch he knew the sexually frustated state you were in, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hard in his slacks from those pretty little mewls. You on the other hand hold the phone clutching it like it is about to jump from your hand.

“Can you please come home early? I need you.”

“Do you need me or do you just need me to get you off? Oh you poor thing I bet you’re aching to fill up my holes”

“Mh hmm~”

You nod your face into the armrest of the couch silently agreeing you were ready to just have his loosened hole around you- the wet warmth that always puckers to meet your leaky tip had you a mess. You shakily lower the phone closer to your mouth trying to turn him on enough to get him to just come home to you.

“You want me home that bad baby— you know what I’ll be home in an hour”

He sounded annoyed when he hung up but you could care less when your mind was only on having him on top of you. The wait was the wort part, it made you feel like some lonesome dog waiting all naive for their owner and that summed you up to a T. Just a horny man waitin for your husband.

Your hips only stopped jutting forward when you heard the door open, you felt a physical reaction to the sound of his disappointed grunt.

“How can such a hunk of a man lower himself to a lap dog- I almost feel special”

“M-baby I’ve missed you s’much!”

You cling to him pulling him in your lap by the tie around his neck barely giving him time to shut the front door before you pounce on him getting him in your lap with the bulge in your sweats prominently pressing to his ass eager to get inside. You knew he wasn’t gonna let you have him that easily- he never did.

“My boy is so hard isn’t he”

You feel his calloused hand slipping down and under your waist band, fishing around in your boxers until he feels the familiar ridges of your tip bringing him to a delighted state when he feels the pre cum you leaked onto his thumb.

His hand started stroking your already tender parts, his wrist flicking just the way you’ve been daydreaming of while he was away. Your body shudders and your eyes look right up at his, he was an aged man of at least forty with wrinkles in the corners of his eyes and smile lines replacing his dimples with a few silver hairs betraying the rest of his black hair.

“Baby please-“

“You take what I give you and you be thankful- you greedy boy I could just let you get yourself off”

That threat makes you pout with your cock throbbing in his hand feeling the cold silver of his wedding ring touching over your sensitive veins.

You knew you were better off just letting him do as he pleased and you didn’t care as long as you’d get to lodge yourself inside him. He sits on your thigh on the couch with you just sitting under him and rocking your hips forwards rapidly trying to fuck his palm.

His hand pulls your cock out from your pants earning a hiss from you at being exposed to the cool air. Your eyes all wide and Bambi like not having one thought behind them but watching your husband lean down to your cock having his breath against your tip making it throb before he spits a glob of spit on your tip letting it mix with your pre cum as he strokes your cock letting the living room fill with slick sounds.

“God I love your stupid little face- those big dumb eyes are somethin else”

Your husband coos condescending compliments leaning up and grinning with his other hand holding the side of your neck giving him space to kiss it. His hand slowly circling around in flicking motions with the creases in his palm comforting your shaft, his fingers occasionally give your balls a little squeeze keeping you hard.

You tilt your head back with your eyes focused down at the strain between his thighs, he wasn’t a small man but he wasn’t you either, when he did fuck you he knew how to do it nice.

“I wan inside you- please?”

You try to speak with manners like he likes. His lips pressed to your pulse point and you can just feel his smile.

You knew he couldn’t resist you in that state, he was all over you making out with your neck like something fierce while his grip tightens around your shaft making you reach one hand back and grab a handful of his ass through his slacks.

“You want me baby”

That wasn’t a question that was his statement, he knew how desperate you were but the way you’d try to eagerly nod your head and keep from coming undone in his hand was something else.

You can’t help but let out a disappointed huff when his hand retracts from your cock leaving it all stiff and pressed to your stomach leaking like a clear faucet of need. Your neck felt cool when his lips retracted letting the air turn the spit on your skin cold.

“Hurry-“

“Nuh uh baby- shh take what I give”

You try to beg him but quickly get shut down when he pushes your hand off his ass undoing his belt still setting on your thighs with his bulge pressing hard to his boxers after he gets his dress pants down letting his boxers soon follow after exposing you to his bare legs having hair patches around his cock going down his thighs making you stare in awe like some love struck puppy.

“Are you gonna be a good boy and prep me?”

Your husband reaches over to the coffee table pulling out the cherry flavored lube you bought, god if uou weren’t frothing at the mouth at the thought of covering his cheeks in the lube and going to town on him like dessert—

Your thoughts were cut short by his hand placing lube on your fingers and guiding your hand under him letting your fingers get a feel of the pucker you loved so much.

His hot crack now covered in the lube while you work a finger inside him rubbing and curling against his inner walls making him sigh and crane his neck backwards in pleasure.

“Add another for me baby”

He guide your rhythm having you push your middle finger inside already having your index finger working his insides out, it took a lot of prep for him to take you without hurting him. You were by far the largest man he has taken but he wasn’t complaining.

“Another”

That sound kept replaying through the living room with his tie loosely hanging around his neck, you couldn’t help but look up at him in the eyes when you add the third finger curling them and scissoring him out making sure to rub at his G spot touching it trying to prep him good.

“aren’t you ready yet?”

Your face pushes forwards into his shoulder whining and sitting with your cock head all red and your veins pulsing hard- he knew he’d feel every ridge of your cock with how hard it was.

You feel your husband slowly riding himself on your fingers lowering himself in grinding circles while lifting until the tips of your fingers were nuzzled into his prostate, then he lifts up completely off your fingers having his rim clenching around the air.

“I think I’m prepped enough for you big boy”

His hand reaches back out to your cock guiding the head inside of his rim pressing the pudgy cock against his hole before slowly lowering himself on down to you. His ass cheeks pressing bare on your thighs, skin to skin contact while his hole greedily clenches trying to adjust to the length inside him.

His muscles and upper body tense getting over the pain and letting it dissolve into pleasure while you just sit happy to be there with your face in his neck now- hands rested on his hips just letting him use you how he pleased.

“Faster- Moore, needa feel more of you-“

Your pleads fall on deaf ears while you try to rock your hips upwards and hold onto him grinding up into him the best you can trying to spread open his deepest parts feeling his inner rosebud grappling around your cock like a suction cup.

“Don’t be ungrateful- be glad I even came home to tend to my baby’s needs”

His words were mean with no true cruelty behind them, he rolls his ass making a plap against your hips.

“Mh- fuck please need you faster sir-“

Your teeth start baring against the fabric of his suit leaving behind a drool stain while your nails claw at his ass cheeks leaving red marks behind on his flesh. He slowly moved his hands around grabbing some of your hair with one hand, making sure your head is buried into him while he rides you in circle motions letting out heaves of air when your cock rubs his insides the right way.

“There you go baby, just like that for me”

Your husband guides your hand off his ass and forward to touch at his cock guiding you how to stroke it with his hand on top of yours in slow motions making sure to hold his tip firmly. Your cock pulses standing stiff inside his cavity making your eyes roll back and your lips to part from the building sensation in your stomach.

“I’m close, sir I wanna come”

“Not yet [name], I know you got a few more good pumps in that cock”

You can’t help but let out a long needy whine feeling the pressure building like a burst ready to happen. You start picking up your pace underneath him fucking up into him gasping while you did it, your hand instinctively holding his cock harder and gripping it while your other hand pulled apart his cheek giving a view of his rosy rim swallowing up your cock to the empty space.

“You’re gonna make me fucking come aren’t you- oh god I know you are”

Your husband lets out a guttural grunt dropping his hips faster rising you like his life depends on it with his hand slipping out of your hair to the back of your neck shoving your face into his Adam’s apple letting you taste the strong alcohol based Cologne he wore.

“I can’t hold it anymore- I’m not gonna make it sir”

you plead, you feel your orgasm right at its edge hurling forwards inside of your core.

“Be a big boy and finish for me then baby”

He speaks to you in a way almost telling you exactly how to do it, your hand shakes gripping his cock unsteadily and licking at his neck while your orgasm washes over you feeling ropes spurting from your tip inside of him from the inside, your balls drawling up under you feeling your hips stuttering with your eyes all lidded having a blank space in your head.

“Hmh-o oh fuck”

“I’m coming baby”

Before you know it the hot feeling fills your palm full with thin liquid ropes of semen messily sticking your hands together around his shaft. Your husband’s hand leaves the back of your neck finally letting your head come up from him to breathe and catch your breath. His rim clenches and clamps a few final times milking all the come out of your cock having you emptied out inside him leaving him with a hot feel in his abdomen.

“Thanks for coming home F’ me”

You manage to nod your head not bothering to pull out of him yet, your hand slowly unwraps from under his letting go of his softening cock while he sits in your lap feeling your other hand slip up and off of his tender cheek.

“Always baby, now let’s get this pretty boy cleaned up hm?”

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drooling, rabies, microwave noises, everything

(reading this after writing a 5 page essay :,P its like a reward-)

Yandere CEO who is serious and strict but becomes a real puppy at the reader's feet, he gives everything the reader wants and kneels before him asking to be able to touch and give pleasure to the reader.

Yandere CEO x male reader imagines~! ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝․․⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა

A/N (I did the Yandere as a sub top and I thought of the Yandere being mid forties while reader being late twenties because I thought it fit best anon!) <33

Just imagining Yandere CEO being a complete heartless man to the world, old and cold as they say. Until he seen your resume running across his desk and if you told him of love at first sight he would scoff at you and kick you out but oh my, when he seen the small picture of you next to your resume he didn’t even care to read it because this man was going to have you. The only words he could think of was “he must’ve been crafted by the gods, I bet Adonis himself spent his life carving those lips” shivers went through him dialing your number trying to get a interview with you.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who hires you at first for your pretty face making you his assistant putting you a desk in his office wanting all eight hours of your days to be spent close as he can get to you, being soft and sweet for you unlike his mean and cold demeanor with the rest of his employees. he’d glance over at you typing something on your computer quietly asking “are you alright? Did you need a break, your hands aren’t sore are they?….i can get you into a nice spa if you’d like. I don’t want my best employee burnt out”

Just imagining Yandere CEO who gets you gifts on the daily nearly pouting if you tell him not to, all he wants is for you to cling to him! He’d beg and plead asking you to let him suck you off whispering in your ear “let me help you out, boy?…I wanna ease you up a bit, you deserve the best so just let me give it to you” he’d mumble getting on his knees and massaging your thighs nice and gentle getting your cock out of your slacks worshipping it nuzzling his face into it peppering your angry tip with wet kisses.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who sends you flowers takes you on fancy trips. Sending you to Rome with him when he goes to sort out business you’re sitting somewhere in a fancy restaurant holding his black card telling you “buy anything you want, I wanna spoil you baby..” and by the time he gets back to your five star hotel room all he asks os for all your affection groaning into your ears holding you by the waist bucking and thrusting his hips up into you from beneath murmuring on and on rambling having you on his cock sending shivers through him “oh you’re so perfect~ pretty little thing~ hng oh fuck moan a little louder you sound angelic like that—“ he’d whimper spilling into you nibbling on your shoulder softly.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who asks you all sweetly if he can have you cock warm him while he manages files, pleading just wanting to please you wanting to have you all sprawled out like a happy cat with his chubby tip pressing and massaging your walls just bullying your prostate while he tugs at your cock like its glass having you orgasming more times than you can count pleasing you like it’s his life’s mission “c’mon baby boy, one more for me? I know you can push it out shhh doin perfect there’s a good boy”

Just imagining Yandere CEO who loves your chest, worshipping them as his holy grail sucking at hurrying his fave in your pretty s/c pecks. Nibbling at your nipples pressing little kisses to your peaks using his hands to massage them while he rotates back and forth making sure each one gets the perfect amount of attention “they are so beautiful sweetheart, god your skin tastes so divine” it was like sex polling with your skin covered in the finest nectar for him driving him insane hazily looking up at you with complete and utter infatuation.

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Oooh fuck...

THAT BODY OF URS IS ABSURD 🤩

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                      DADDY’S GOOD GIRL ! ♡

synopsis. you started the night with wanting to take care of him. you ended the night with taking him apart. wc. 4.5k

tags. top! reader, bottom! sanji. reader has a cock. hardcore dom/sub. masochistic! sanji. crossdressing, daddy kink, extreme feminization, spanking, dacryphilia, subspace, anal sex, possessive sex, humiliation kink, slut-shaming, praise & degradation, blowjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unsafe sex, exhibitionism, size difference, size queen! sanji. falling in love. daddy/baby girl dynamics. everything is consensual and a shared kink.

a/n. to all my lovers of slutty boys in skirts out there

That blonde looked ridiculously stunning on the dance floor. 

He was dressed in a black mini dress swathed with a thin layer of sexy red chiffon, the material cascading down to a barely mid-thigh length, just enough to tease—just enough to leave you wanting more. The bodice was sleek and slim around the chest, with a heart-shaped boob window that showed off the slight swell of his chest, the skin-tight stretch hugging his fitted waistline with a tailor-made precision. 

And the best part. Every single time he would twirl around in his heels, hips swaying sensually to the beat, his skirt would lift—just lightly—to allow you the perfect glimpse of his soft thighs and the curve of his bum through black lace panties. 

It was almost like he was doing it on purpose. 

He would then pause, pretending to straighten the hem out, but not before tossing a sultry, half-lidded gaze over his shoulder… right in your direction. Two subtle crooks of his slim, well-manicured fingers in invitation, as though he were enticing someone to bend her over the nearest table and pound him where everyone could see, legs shaking and mascara dripping in that pretty dress. 

It could be for anyone, really, but the mere thought of him having his eyes on you made your pants uncomfortably tight. 

You couldn’t help but frown as a redhead with a tattoo on her left upper shoulder threw an arm around his waist and leaned up to whisper something into his ear, a cheshire grin on her face all the while. It didn’t take long before he was slowly spun around to face you, the edge of a sly smile on his face. 

He strutted over, heels clacking sharply against the floor, in tune with the heavy beat. “Room for one more?” he asked, a freshly-lit cigarette between two glossy lips, a hand on the jut of his hip. He smelt of rich smoke and caramel, the bittersweet scent washing over you in waves, as though tempting you to take a bite. 

What a vixen. 

You shot your friends a stern, pleading look, and they snickered at you, clearing the side of the booth enough for him to slide into the seat next to you. You placed a palm on it just as he was about to sit down. 

“Well… only if you share that.” 

You jerked your chin towards his cigarette, and he sighed irritably, plucking it from his lips with a harsh huff, the exhaled smoke hitting your face and making your skin prickle with fleeting warmth. He then slipped the lipstick-stained head between your slightly parted ones, two fingers dragging against your lips in an indirect kiss. 

You glanced up at him, taking a drag before exhaling slowly, the smoke clouding the space between the two of you. You offered him your hand to which he took, tugging him down into the booth until he was pressed snugly against your side. You took the opportunity to snake an arm around his waist, warm palm resting on his hip. “What’s your name, doll?” 

“Sanji,” he replied, a dim red covering his cheeks, and you offered him yours in exchange. 

“And, Sanji,” you hummed, “is your friend okay that you’re spending the night without her?” You glanced behind him, subtly looking for the tatted redhead that you had just seen. 

“The night?” he breathed, biting his lip as your palm rested on the exposed area of his thigh, gently rubbing and caressing. “Getting ahead of ourselves, are we, monsieur…? But no. She encourages it, actually.” 

“Can’t imagine someone like you would have a hard time getting laid.” 

“It’s not that it’s hard,” he huffed. “They just don’t have what I want.” 

“And I’m what you want?” 

That got a teasing smile out of him. “Are you?” 

“Well, you’d have to let me know, princess.” You squeezed his hip through the fabric of his dress, and he shuddered, leaning against you. 

You could feel his shameless stare on the bulge of your crotch, the way every few seconds or so, his tongue would dart out to lick his bottom lip, followed by a sultry lip-bite and a glance up at you through his long lashes. You could feel the air temperature skyrocket around you, sweat building in the back of your neck.   

“You can touch, darling,” you croaked, “if you want.” 

“Your friends,” Sanji leaned in to whisper, nipping lightly at your ear, “they don’t mind?” 

“No,” you swallowed, throat dry. “They don’t.” 

“I don’t want to just touch,” he admitted. 

It was too good to be true. “Sanji, love,” you murmured, “don’t go making promises you can’t keep.” 

He gazed up at you with droopy, lidded eyes. “I’ve done many bad things in my lifetime, monsieur…” He lazily brushed a thumb over your cheek. “But I never, ever break a promise.” 

You let slip a feral smile, cupping the back of his neck before roughly yanking him into a hot, open-mouthed kiss, careful not to ruin his dress in your frenzy. You could feel his lipstick smearing over your lips messily, and it was heavenly, almost, the searing heat of a body pressed against yours with the promise of sin. 

“Shit,” you moaned as he reached a naughty hand down to squeeze your crotch, but swallowed any other complaints when he slung a thigh over your lap, mounting you in one practiced motion. You could feel the bulge of his erection from under his skirt, the way he grinded forward to let you feel it, and fuck, if it wasn’t erotic. 

“Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page,” Sanji panted into your ear, and your hips stuttered at the ticklish sensation of hot breath against skin. He sighed in bliss, rocking eagerly against your hard-on. “Looks—looks like we are.” 

“There was a possibility of me being on a different page?” you panted, kissing your way up his neck, breathing in the joint of his jaw and neck, basking in the smell of raw sienna, sweet and warm and rich. 

“Y-yeah, well. You kept calling me princess and doll and stuff like that…” 

“You don’t like?” 

He shakes his head quickly, biting his lip. 

“It’s not that. Some… assholes,” he hissed as you nipped messily at the side of his neck, “get turned off when they realise it’s a dick they’re grinding against. Said it ruins their fantasy, y’know?” 

“I’d take that as a compliment if I were you, princess.” You smirked, hand trailing up his thigh to knead his ass, shuddering at the sweet whine he let out. “You’re prettier than any girl I’ve ever met.”

“Men like you—they all say that,” Sanji puffed, but leaned in to give you another nasty, wet kiss regardless, hips rocking back against the cups of your palms, encouraging you to touch and fondle. “Just wanna find a hole to shove their cocks into, but when they realise its equipped with a, nngh… dick, they all turn into fucking cowards.” 

“I don’t know what fools you’re referring to, but… I would fuck you regardless, whatever you keep tucked away in these cute panties of yours.” 

“Sure you wouldn’t prefer to fuck a pussy instead?” Sanji whined, something dirty and desperate in there. 

“Think I’d prefer to fuck you, is what I was gonna say, but—” You sneered, lifting the hem of his skirt to reveal his erect cock, bulging in the confines of his see-through lace panties. “Looks like you actually like the idea of me treating you like a girl, mm?” 

He whimpered, embarrassingly loud, trying to squeeze his trembling thighs together, as though that would do anything. 

“What a pervert you are, Sanji.” 

“Shut up, bastard. It’s not anything like that.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with being a pervert,” you cut him off with a sharp leer. “In fact, I’m very happy to indulge in your perversions… for a pretty girl like you, that is.” 

He shuddered weakly in your grasp, hiding his face in your neck with a petulant whine. “You don’t— you don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not a fucking girl.” 

“Sanji,” you huffed out a laugh. “What’s got you so desperate in trying to admit I’m into pussy, then? Those assholes who, well, allegedly get turned off when they learn that you have a cock… they’re exactly your type, aren’t they? You want someone who fucks you like you don’t own one.” You reached under his skirt to grope at his crotch, making him choke out a whimper. “You want someone who fucks you like you own nothing but bouncing tits and a drooling pussy.” 

“Fuck you.” His lips curled into a snarl, nails digging into your shoulders—only for a brief moment, before his expression crumbled into pure bliss as you stroked his dripping cock. “F-fuck… me.” 

“Conceding already?” you scoffed, despite your internal delight. “I expected more from you. You’re unlike any slut I’ve seen before, Sanji, asking to get fucked in public with your friends in the same room. Thinking about how they’ll be looking at you, presenting yourself to me like a whore. How will you face them after today?” 

“Shut up already… Sh-shit, that feels s-so good. Keep going.” 

“Yeah? Want me to put it inside your sloppy cunt, baby?” 

Sanji gasped, trembling lightly in your hold as he fought the urge to grind down against the thick obtrusion pressed deliciously between his thighs, preventing them from closing. Well, fuck it. If you were finally going to give him the nasty treatment he had yearned for, he could care less about being taken bent over the table in front of everyone. So be it. 

“Y-yeah,” he slurred, nodding dumbly, “want your big, fat cock in my pussy, daddy.” 

Sanji could hardly process the following events that occured. A hot, wanting mouth on his, drinking greedily in the needy sounds that slipped out from his swollen lips unbidden, two searing palms on his ass, kneading insistently like it belonged to them, before he was lifted into the air and slung over a strong shoulder. He hung from there, all the blood rushing to his brain making him blink unintelligently. 

He could only daydream about having that oversized cock he had so clearly felt in your pants stuffing his cunt, filling him up on one end and wringing him dry on the other. 

“Thought you were gonna fuck me in front of your friends,” he mumbled, almost disappointed. “What happened to that?” 

He could only hear a degrading laugh from your end, a shock of arousal curling low in his guts. 

There was the faint click of a door locking before his back hit something awfully soft. The snap of a belt buckle. The rustle of fabric before cold air hit the insides of his thighs, panties gone and his skirt tossed up to bunch up around his waist. There was barely time to recuperate, to get used to the feeling of being naked underneath, before your body loomed over his, caging him in, making him feel small. 

Sanji blinked his eyes wide open and swallowed, throat dry. You should never wear any clothes. Not ever. 

“Is that so, sweet thing?” you leered down at him, and he realised he had said the words out loud. He couldn’t even find it in him to deny it. The answer was right in front of you, written in the wet patch soaking his panties, the unbearable ache between his thighs. 

“Fuck me,” he blurted out. “Please, daddy. I want it.” 

You grinned. He was so easy, so pliant. Nothing like the façade of what had been.  “Nah,” you muttered. “Daddy wants to eat you out first. ‘S that okay?” 

He whined, nodding his head. “Y-yeah. But be quick. Want you- hah, inside.” 

It was funny how much a person could change with the promise of pleasure. The poor thing. He had probably never had someone offer him so much, before. And you were going to change that in a moment. 

“Spread your legs for me, princess.” 

Sanji bit his lip, thighs parting for you easily. A quiver went through his body as you slowly lowered your head onto his crotch, warm palms keeping his body open and pliant for you. You looked up at him through your lashes, something smug in your expression before they trailed down to gaze affectionately at his little cocklet. 

“What a pretty pussy,” you murmured, keeping him still as he panted and squirmed, your words overwhelming him, making him believe. Sanji knows he shouldn’t. It’s a bad habit in the long run. But when you were saying it with those eyes, those lips, heat and reverence burning underneath every touch, how could he choose not to indulge? 

It would be absurd not to. 

“Yeah? Y-you think it’s pretty?” he whined, hopeful. 

“Of course,” you drawled. “It’s beautiful. You would feel so good around me.” 

“Please…” he sobbed. “Please, daddy. M-my pussy needs you. Eat me out till I’m sore.” 

He didn’t know what words he was spouting—only that he needed your mouth on him, in him, everywhere, and preferably now. 

Sanji couldn’t even swallow the scream if he had tried. 

When you went down on him for the first time, you took the entirety of his length into your mouth in one go. The air was filled with sounds of his filthy moans, loud and untamed, hips shaking in your grip as you made sure to swallow every inch of his dick with each trained bob of your head. He found himself squeezing his teary eyes shut as he tried to envision having something else to put in your mouth instead. 

If this was how good you were at sucking cock… he couldn’t imagine how you would eat his pussy. If only… fuck, if only. 

You groaned loudly before pulling off with a lewd pop, watching as pre-cum trickled down his shaft in rivulets, his cock twitching prettily in your grasp with each stroke. “Fucking hell, baby. You’re so wet. Practically dripping for me.” 

“Mhm,” he whined out his agreement, tears streaking down his face, “and it’s all for you.” 

You grinned your approval at that, before lowering your head to swallow him wholly again, not stopping until you could bury your nose into his blonde pubes, breathing heavily in musky caramel. 

“Fuck, fuck, f-fuck,” he babbled noisily, eyes rolling back into his skull as you sucked hard on the swollen tip, tonguing meanly at his slit until he shook and cried, fingers twisting into the sheets. He could feel just how much he was leaking, how wet he was, pre dribbling steadily into your mouth and down the column of your throat. “Please… wanna cum s-so bad, daddy. ‘m soo close… I’ll be all w-wet and loose for you after you let me. It might even fit… It’s win-win, s-so, please…” 

Sanji could almost feel the shape of your smirk before you hollowed out your cheeks, making it all too much at once—what had previously been a comfortable fit around his small cock had suddenly shrunk into something much, much more tight—and then he found himself squirting cum into your mouth with a desperate shout. 

He fully expected you to stop, pull off, and spit out his cum with a snarl of disgust. But the loud swallow made itself known, accompanied by the bob of your Adam’s apple. Before you started moving again. 

“Daddy,” Sanji cried out as you forced his thighs to part when they threatened to clamp around your head. “Please, please, p-please. It hurts, I don’t want your mouth anymore. Need more. Need you inside.” 

You stayed quiet, like you were thinking about it, whether he deserved it or not. He sighed in relief as you pulled off, finally, to look at him like you were about to eat him. 

“Turn around,” you ordered, voice wrecked. “Gotta stretch your tight pussy out.” 

Sanji shook his head with a petulant whine, but still, turned around to rest on his stomach, not daring to disobey your order. “N-no need, I…” 

He flushed, raising his hips to present to you his pink, puckered hole, with traces of glossiness—what seemed like excess lube near the entrance. You paused. 

“Stretched myself out earlier,” he confessed, tilting his head to glance back at you. “Knew I was gonna be yours, so I went to the bathroom and f-fingered myself.” 

But instead of the appreciative sigh he was waiting for, your gaze only darkened, the grip you had on his hips tightening to the point of bruising. 

“Liar.” 

His heart dropped to his stomach. 

“Wh-what?” 

“You think I wouldn’t know what a used hole looks like?” 

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  

“Baby,” you sighed, “you should really know better than that.” You put the tip of your finger into his puffy rim, the lingering wetness inside allowing it to slide in much, much easier than a few minutes of fingering would. “You’re telling me that this… wasn’t another man’s doing?” 

Tears sprung to his eyes. Sanji had come so close. He wasn’t going to let go of you, now, and definitely not because of a stupid mistake he had made a few hours ago in some nameless back alley. 

“I-it wasn’t. I swear, I…” 

It was almost funny, the way he teared up at the slightest hint of degradation, as though he didn’t get off on your nasty words. 

“Lying little slut,” you murmured, and he whined, high-pitched and needy. You slid another finger inside, testing the stretch. It wiggled in freely to join the other, sticky walls snugly enclosing on them. You crooked your fingers slowly, dragging them against his quivering walls until he was sobbing out something desperate. “I bet you took another man’s cock in some dirty alleyway outside the bar before you approached me. He probably had a hand clamped over your mouth while he fucked your tight cunt from behind, telling you how much he wished you were a girl, but I bet you he wasn’t doing it right. You’re just greedy for better, aren’t you. Never satisfied.” 

“Y-yeah. You’re right,” Sanji sobbed, “You’re always right. I’m sorry, d-daddy. Please put it in. Even for a second. Just a second is okay. I’ll make it up to you, I swear…” 

It was half an apology, with how he was arching his back to the best of his ability, his hips raised high enough to clumsily rock back against your fingers, taking them deeper inside. But it wasn’t enough. He could to much better, and you wanted more. 

“And how will you do that?” 

He swallowed, eyes glistening with tears. 

“Hit me.” 

Your eyes widened. 

His bottom lip wobbled, before he raised his hips higher, presenting his ass to you. “Here,” he whispered. “You can… you can hit me as much as you want.” 

“Princess,” you muttered, breathless. You had decided that you were going to punish him anyway, but to see him being this vulnerable with you, more or less giving you his freedom and the right to raise a hand to his body when he wasn’t doing certain things your way… it was too much. It was fucked up. It was the worst offer he could ever make. 

And you fucking loved it. 

“Please, daddy,” Sanji whimpered, wriggling his ass as though to entice, “I’ve been a naughty girl and I deserve to be punished.” 

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Did he even know what was coming out of his lips? 

Before you knew it, your hands were on his hips, grip sweaty and tight like a brand. He whined out something pitiful, shoulders shaking as his elbows gave in and he crumbled onto the sheets, panting heavily. You rocked your hips forward, swollen shaft sliding between his cheeks with every shallow thrust, the leaking tip catching on his rim every single time, making him whine. 

“Please,” he sobbed, “I haven’t been good at all, daddy. I-I’ve been sleeping around. Letting other men put their cocks in me. I’m yours, daddy. Y-you can’t let that slide.” 

His words forced a guttural snarl out of you, and you nudged forward, forcing your tip past his tight rim, groaning loud as he squeezed and clenched around you sporadically, the stretch too much to handle. 

“Daddy!” Sanji cried. “So big…” 

“Shh, pretty girl,” you hushed, eyes screwed shut in concentration as you pushed further into the warm cave encompassing you, wanting nothing but to force your way in, to break him just as he had been begging you for. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t remember your own name, baby. No one else’s but mine. How’s that sound?” 

He whined his agreement, grinding backwards every time you paused to let him take a breather, never wanting to stop. You were big and swollen with heat, and his hole, albeit stretched out and fucked thoroughly by another man’s cock, was still tight and straining to take your size. 

“H-he was nothing like you, daddy,” Sanji slurred, pretty blue eyes hazed over. “They all are nothing like you. They were so small.” 

You slammed into his hole at his words, groaning loud as he sobbed his pleasure, soaking the mattress with his tears. “Yeah? That doesn’t sound too good, baby. I’ll have ruined sex for you forever, if all the men you’ve fucked don’t compare.” 

Sanji shook his head, whining. “P-please. It’s worth it. E-even if, nnngh, ah! Daddy won’t see baby again a-after this. I’ll be daddy’s good girl tonight. I’ll be anything daddy wants.” He was blabbering, moans and cries coming out in broken syllables, wiping away his tears with the heel of his palm but they just keep on coming. It broke his heart, to know that he would just be someone you fucked tomorrow. No longer your baby. No longer yours. 

“We’ll talk about this in the morning,” you promised, inching forward until the your crotch pressed against the meat of his presenting ass, your shaft fully resting inside him, filling him up. “For now…” 

“Please, daddy,” he cried again. “Hit me.” 

The first sting didn’t hurt as much as he had expected. Your palm fell hard against his left cheek, as planned, leaving a ripple of pain and lingering pleasure, making him sob out and clench. You cursed, rubbing a rough hand over the reddened skin as though to soothe, starting to rock slowly into his throbbing hole, trying to take away some of the ache as the tapered tip of your cock crushed against his prostate, leaving nothing but ecstasy in its wake. 

Sanji didn’t like that. He didn’t like that you were still trying to take care of him, even if he had been misbehaving. You were so good to him, but Sanji didn’t want good. He wanted to be punished tonight. 

“How’s that?” you panted. “Talk to me, baby.” 

He swallowed, throat dry. “It wasn’t good at all, daddy.” 

“What? Did I use too much force? Was it—” 

“No,” he cut you off. “I want you to hit me harder.” 

You frowned at the hidden imperative in his words. 

Sanji turned his head to glare at you defiantly. “I’m not a delicate girl, daddy. I’ve been naughty, and you gotta punish me for it. Don’t hold back.” 

You frowned harder. 

“And is baby the one making orders in this room?” 

His eyes widened before they lowered in shame, and he shook his head. 

“Is baby in charge of daddy, now?” 

Sanji shook his head again, lips parting to apologize, but you cut him off with a snarl. 

“Then she should shut up and let daddy do whatever he wants to her.” 

He nodded obediently, pressing his lips together to signify that he’s listening to your orders. 

“Good girl,” you muttered. “Daddy’s gonna hit you now. And you’re going to take it, no matter what. Am I understood?” 

Sanji opened his mouth without thinking. “Yes, daddy—” 

And the slap came twice as hard. “Filthy little slut. I just told you to shut up, didn’t I?” 

He cried out loudly, bucking in your grasp, biting his bottom lip to stifle any sounds. He had to take it. For you, he would do anything. Anything to be daddy’s good girl again. 

The pleasant sting in his ass was doing wonders to his mind, sending him into a space where only you and him and the wonderful, wonderful ache existed, and nothing else mattered. But before he could even bask in the heady feeling, the third slap came again, this time on his left cheek, and his eyes rolled back, his cock twitching as he came onto the mattress with a whine and a shudder. 

And then a fourth came, soon followed by a fifth. Each one harder than the last, each one better than the last. 

Sanji couldn’t think, could hardly feel anything other than the stinging pleasure of warm violence against raw, sensitive skin, setting his nerves ablaze. He loved the hurt. He loved the burn. 

And if anything, you were still hard and aching inside him, your cock rubbing against his insides perfectly, filling him up so well, making him feel heavy and aching and grounded, one hand wrapped around his hip at all times to keep him steady while you punished him mercilessly with the other. 

Sanji lost count after twenty. 

When he came to be, you were stroking his hair, slowly pumping your cock in and out of him. The spanking had ceased, and what was left was a delicious, pulsing pain in both of his cheeks, the ache travelling deeper every time you pressed against the bruises on the backs of his thighs. He didn’t know how many times he had cum, but judging by the way his dick felt as though it had been wringed dry and the space between his thighs were all damp and sticky, probably more than once. 

You were pulling out, now, and before he could question the emptiness, something warm, thick and wet had painted itself across his cheeks, and he realised you had cum all over his ass. Over the product of your hard work, and his enduring. His bruises and the marks you put on him. 

Sanji couldn’t even cry when you leaned down to whisper “good girl” into his ear, praising him for staying still and being good for you when you needed him to. For taking your punishment like the good slut he was supposed to be. A pretty thing that followed her daddy’s orders. 

“Love you, daddy…” he slurred out, blinking mindlessly. And when you chuckled lowly, something demeaning in your tone, he couldn’t even find it in himself to be a brat about it. 

He was just that happy. 

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FUCK YEAH DILF READER GOES HARD!!!1!1!

Omg Imagine fucking your sons teacher so he won’t fail his classes🫣

Best dad ever reward,,MINORS DNI!! Top male reader,, Dilfy reader woah,, Degradation,, over desk,,

Your son was a hassle,, you wouldn't say he was a disappointed nor was he a burden but getting calls from the principal of his school multiple times a term was not something you enjoyed!!

He would always come up with bullshit excuses that he was only messing or that he didn't mean to!! But you knew better,,he was your own son!! You could obviously tell when he was lying,,

Getting called in by his teacher to have a one on one meeting,,showing up in your best clothing to show your sons teacher that you weren't some deadbeat dad that was condoning this kind of behaviour!!

What you didn't expect was that his teacher was cute,, his soft brown hair and clothing that seemed more suitable to a librarian then anything!! No wonder your son calls him a nerd,,

"Sir! I'm so sorry to call you here today!" The teachers voice was soft as he apologised,,motioning you to take a seat infront of him as he sipped at his learning themed cup,,

He waited patiently for you to take a seat and once you did,,he seemed almost too grateful for it,, "I called you in for..this" His tone was apologetic as he handed you your sons report card,,which was almost all Fs the whole way around!!

The teacher wasn't ready for how you'd react,,most parents would scream and shout while others would frown and seem close to tears but you,, you didn't do anything of the sort!! >□<

He was bent over your desk,, his ass up as he gripped onto the paperwork!! Your cock moving in and out of him with provision!! It was like you knew exactly where to hit eachtime!!

"Fine! Fine, I'll change everything to an A! Please just, Let me cum please..!" His whines were pathetic as they reverberated around the room, his eyes trembling as he tried to not focus on the pleasure your dick gave him!!

Forcing him to change your sons card while you were still inside!! Watching his shaky hands type in the computer and spanking his ass for every misspelled word!! >□<