#CW dom/sub

[brewed-pangolin]

tattoo artist Soap (and also that other anon about choking Soap) is giving me major brain rot. Cannot stop thinking of this fucker’s neck now. Neck tattoo? Neck tattoo that looks so fucking pretty under your hands

Listen, sweet anon. Tattoo artist Soap is already running a mock around in my brain, and I can't handle it. Joining with the ranks of Gym Rat Soap, and I'm just over here trying to maintain my sanity while these two barrage me with endless thirsty thoughts.

Send help

Nsfw below the cut.

cw dom/sub. two consenting adults

And as for that neck tattoo, I picture him having some ornately detailed art that carries the embodiment of his heritage. Something like the Scottish royal banner intertwined with the crest of the MacTavish Clan. All flowing together with the red and blue stitched colors of his family's tartan.

And it does look so pretty underneath your delicate hands. Nimble fingers wrapping around his thick neck, following the outer lines torn twisted fabric along his flesh as you grind oh so glacially along his hips. His stiffened cock filling you to the brim, feeling him pulse within your walls as you clench around him, pulling the most delicious whines from his lips as he begs for you to fuck him faster.

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"Fuck- c'mon, bonnie. Faster. Fuck me faster." His pleading growl vibrates against the tips of your fingers as you continually deny him the pleasure of bouncing on his cock.

"Oh no, Johnny. Not yet," you purred. Tightening your grip around his flesh, his muscles becoming taut beneath your grasp as he lengthens his neck and arches his back.

An unearthly moan bellowing from between his parted lips. Clenching his eyes, his thick fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he desperately tries to buck and force you into a faster pace.

You clench your fingers around him, digging your nails into his neck and push your weight down on his hips.

"Not. Yet," you scold. The reprimand in your voice filling you with the confidence you desired as you tightened the needy walls of your cunt around him.

"You haven't earned me bouncing on your cock yet," your bickering tone softened as you released the vice like grip around his neck. "Patience, Johnny. I'll give you what you need."

You pulled your hands away and placed them on the muscular plateau of his chest. Undulating your weight, rocking between your hips and hands as you curled a cruel smile down at your Scottish conquest.

"Say it, Johnny. You gonna be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The whimper in his voice nearly made you come right then and there. Eyes rolling back, walls fluttering around him as you steadily picked up your pace and moved up and down along his thickened cock.

Drabbles Masterlist

[kueble]

Like a Desperate Thing

Here is an extremely late fill for the @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt “More.”  This is dedicated to @jaskierswolf who requested some thigh love.  Thanks for an amazing prompt!

Explicit. Warnings: Mild breathplay, rough oral sex, Dom/sub. 1,600 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Once the last email is sent, Geralt closes his work laptop and stands, stretching his arms up over his head since he’s been at it for so long.  He checks the clock and realizes he maybe went a little too long, but he knows Jaskier will still be right where he left him.  With a smile on his face, he leaves his office and heads back to the living room.

Jaskier is indeed right where he left him, kneeling on a yoga mat in front of the couch.  They’ve tried pillows, but Jaskier doesn’t like the way they make him fidget, claiming they’re too lumpy to work.  Geralt reaches down and runs his hands through Jaskier’s hair, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.  He’s completely naked, clasping his own wrists behind his back.

He’s absolutely perfect.

“Sorry I took so long,” Geralt apologizes, and Jaskier just beams up at him.   “You didn’t move the whole time, though.  Such a good boy for me.  Good boys get rewarded.”

“Please sir,” Jaskier whispers, and Geralt runs his thumb over his lips.  He’s painted them pink with some sort of gloss, and the look really works for him.  The eyeliner is a lovely little touch as well, because it really makes his blue eyes brighter.

Jaskier darts his tongue out, lapping as the pad of his thumb, and Geralt can’t help sliding it inside.  He presses down on Jaskier’s tongue, drawing a quiet moan out of him.  His eyes start to go hazy, and Geralt increases the pressure, giving him something to focus on.  He leaves his thumb there until Jaskier is whining and drooling around it.

“What do you want?” Geralt asks, and it takes Jaskier a moment to respond.  He blinks slowly, already going under, and Geralt revels in how amazing he is at this.  He was born to be on his knees like this.

“Can I suck you off?” Jaskier asks before hastily adding, “please.”  They don’t use titles when they play like this, since neither of them really care for them.  Jaskier’s little pleases are more than enough for him.

“Of course you can,” Geralt tells him before stepping out of his sweats and boxers.  He takes his shirt off as an afterthought, wanting to keep it clean.  He sits on the couch, legs spread and cock ready for his perfect little pet.  Jaskier waits until he gestures him over with a wave of his hand to crawl over to him.  He kneels between his legs awaiting more instructions.  “Go on then,” Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier leans in.

Geralt is half hard already, and he quickly hardens the rest of the way as Jaskier wraps his slender fingers around his cock and strokes him slowly.  Apparently he’s not in the mood to rush things tonight.  He looks up at Geralt through his dark lashes, and Geralt brings a hand down to cup the back of his head.  It’s just to hold, no real force behind it.

The first lick is tentative, just a flick of Jaskier’s tongue across the head of his cock.  He moans softly before lapping up the bead of pre-come gathering there.  Geralt groans when he sucks the tip into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he does.  Jaskier’s mouth is hot and wet, and Geralt barely manages to hold himself back from thrusting into it.  But no, he’ll give him his time to explore before he takes over.

Jaskier’s eyes flutter closed as he swallows Geralt down, moaning as he takes him so well.  He works Geralt’s shaft with his hand, unable to fit all of him inside.  Geralt knows he can deepthroat him, but he lets Jaskier draw this out.  He looks gorgeous like this, lips stretched wide around Geralt’s thick cock.  His lip gloss is already smearing, and Geralt knows it’s going to be completely ruined by the time they’re done.

“So good for me,” Geralt whispers, and Jaskier keens under the praise.  “It’s my turn now, though.  Gonna fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.”  Jaskier whimpers around him, sending a shiver through him.  He stills, though, giving Geralt complete control of him.

Geralt starts gentle, just a slow thrust of his hips as he holds Jaskier in place.  His eyes are unfocused, and Geralt knows he’s deep in subspace right now.  He looks so stunning like this, and Geralt can’t help increasing his speed, bucking his hips roughly as he buries himself to the root.  Jaskier just whines and drools around him.

He is so pliant right now, just totally slack as he lets Geralt fuck his face.  Geralt moves his hand from Jaskier’s cheek to the back of his head, tangling his fingers in his soft hair.  He tugs sharply, and Jaskier gasps, clearly desperate for more.

Since he’d give his pretty boy damn near anything when he’s so good like this, Geralt slams his hips into him again.  He holds him there, watching Jaskier bliss out as Geralt cuts off his air.  He’s crying now, eyeliner smudged as fat tears fall down his cheeks.  Geralt pulls back right before he hits his limit, slipping all the way out and watching as Jaskier gasps to fill his lungs.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.  Such a pretty little slut for me.  You’re absolutely beautiful when you’re crying your eyeliner off,” Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier preens under the praise.  He reaches down and swipes a thumb through the runny mess under his eye, and Jaskier leans into the touch.  “Want me to finish in your mouth or on your face?” he asks, and Jaskier just stares up at him stupidly for a long moment.

“Face please,” he slurs out, and Geralt grins down at him.

“Good boy, using your words for me,” he whispers, making Jaskier groan again.

And then he takes himself in hand, stroking his cock quickly.  He’s close already thanks to Jaskier’s clever mouth, and his orgasm builds at the base of his spine as he looks down at Jaskier’s eager gaze.  His mouth is slack, tongue stuck out as he waits for Geralt to come on his face.   It looks like he’s ever wanted anything more in his entire life, and that thought is what sends Geralt’s hurdling over the edge.

The first splash of come hits Jaskier on the cheek, and he moans wantonly as Geralt aims for his tongue next.  He sits there with his mouth open, catching as much as he can as Geralt frantically strokes himself through his orgasm.  He grunts as the last dribble falls and clings to Jaskier’s lip.

He looks like sin personified, and Geralt couldn’t love him harder if he tried.

Jaskier is shaking now, his own neglected cock red and leaking between his thighs, and Geralt knows he shouldn’t tease him any longer.  Still, he can’t help reaching down and trailing his fingers through the pearly stripes painted across his cheek and sliding it into Jaskier’s mouth.   He whines and sucks it clean, rocking on his knees, his hips humping the air uselessly.

Risking oversensitivity, Geralt rubs the head of his flagging cock against Jaskier’s pink lips, moaning when he swipes his tongue across it.  Geralt hisses and twitches though it’s too soon to get up again.  Still, he stays there until Jaskier has licked him clean, petting his head in appreciation before slumping back against the couch.

He pats his thigh and Jaskier scrambles into his lap to straddle it.  His cock looks so hard it must ache, but he hovers above Geralt’s skin and waits for instructions.  Geralt leans in and kisses him lazily, swallowing down each whimper that comes up until he’s sure Jaskier must be ready to burst.  He pulls back with a grin and settles his hands on Jaskier’s hips, not gripping but just light enough to ground him.

“Good boys get to come,” Geralt tells him softly, dragging another whine out of him.  He looks down at where Jaskier’s dick is leaking onto his hairy thigh and nods sharply.  “Get yourself off, no hands, just use me.”

It’s like a switch flips, and Jaskier goes from perfectly still to humping him like a desperate thing.  He buries his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck, gasping as he rocks his hips against him.  He’s so wet that his cock slides easily across Geralt’s muscular thigh, and he just holds it still and lets Jaskier find his pleasure.

It doesn’t take long, and Jaskier clings to Geralt as he finds release, his fingers digging into his shoulders as he shakes in his lap.  He whines, breath hitching while he grinds down into him and shoots off in bursts of hot come between them both.  Geralt whispers praise into his ear, the brush of his lips against him making him whimper brokenly.  Jaskier keeps rolling his hips until he’s drained and then collapses onto Geralt.

“Such a good job,” Geralt murmurs into his hair while he runs his hands up and down his sweat-slicked back.  Jaskier shivers and pants against his neck, drooling on him in his fucked out state.  “I’ll give you a few moments before we head to the bathroom.  I’ll draw you a hot bath and get you cleaned up and fed before I tuck you into bed.  So good for me, love.”

Jaskier sighs happily and melts into his embrace, practically emanating trust and affection and Geralt’s heart feels so fucking full.

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[xmoonlitxdreamx]

roadhog gap moe my beloved

[heaven-ly-father]

Lead us not into temptation,

// he/him for both of us. cishets dni / trans ppl only //

@dr-morbidcuriosity and I <3

i love having a boyfriend who will let me play sexy dress up and fuck him as a priest. and will fuck me as a priest

[master-xochimilli]

Making a sweet little thing kneel at my feet, eyes wide and pretty mouth swearing to worship me for their whole life, before taking me whole in their mouth

Moaning my name over and over into and against me like a holy prayer until my cum blesses their throat and overwhelms their mind~

[kitoshii]

Omg i just love your first fan fic definitely needs a part 2 maybe where bunny reader finds out that they actually got pregnant with mr.wolf and reader is just so confused but he decides to tell mr.wolf the news and mr.wolf is just watching t.v when bunny reader comes in and wolf is just so horny that he drags bunny reader to their room and do the cha-cha but this is just an idea write you're fan fiction how you want to write it

hellooo nonnie ! so your request did help me decide on a part two, but i changed some things ‘nd cut the pregnancy part, i really hope you don’ mind ! | pt 1 here

whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male ! character

lovin ? heavy orgasm denial , predator / prey themes , hair pulling , breeding , size kink , marking , overstim , full nelson , feminization , readers dick referred to as a clit

stretching your arms over your head as you lean back in your plush gaming chair, a soft pop echoes from your wrist. the sound makes you shake your ears, before standing up and closing your laptop carefully.

tugging your shorts down your legs, the soft click and thump of the front door had your ears twitching in attention, a little smile gracing your face as you assumed it was your mother coming home.

you opened your door, quickly flitting down the stairs with your moms name at the top of your tongue, before skidding to a stop, your socks slipping on the slick wooden floor, falling on your butt at the last stair. a loud squeak escaped your mouth, and your hands flung out, attempting to grasp onto the tight shirt of the tall wolf in front of you.

your hands retracted as quick as they had come, delicate fingers clasped against your chest. there was a moment of silence before your wide eyes nervously looked up, only to find him already staring down his nose at you with narrowed eyes. to your fear ridden mind, it seemed like they were glowing with a predatory urge and your breath hitched, suddenly reminded that you were in fact a prey animal.

a smirk spread across his lips, his eyes narrowing further for just a second before turning to his father, who peered around him curiously.

“he slipped.” he muttered, watching as the older wolf nodded, a concerned look on his face before walking to join your mother in the kitchen.

your eyes were still locked onto his frame, and when his met yours again you flinched, realizing you were still on the ground. shaky legs planted themselves on the ground, your arms attempting to push yourself up before a large hand was tucked under your arm, pulling you to your feet. you stumbled forward into his chest, face planted there until his other hand carded through your hair, tugging your head back to look up at him.

“you’re clumsy, cottontail.”

you almost whimpered at his actions, closing your thighs together without thinking, trembling hands coming up and grabbing onto his shirt. your eye contact only faltered for just a second when he glanced down, a cocky - and slightly predatory - smirk one again gracing his face. he tugged on your hair harder, leaning down so his lips were next to your ear.

“run, little bunny.” he whispered, his words accentuated by a deep, quiet growling that seemed to come from the back of his throat. his grip on you faltered and you were still for a moment, before you stepped back, foot slipping on the steps, and suddenly you were scrambling up the stairs, reaching your room ‘nd slamming the door behind you.

“what was that?” your mother called, peeking out from behind the wall to the kitchen, making eye contact with the younger wolf.

“it’s nothing.” he smiled, waving his hand ‘nd walking to the living room to sit on the couch, leaning back ‘nd manspreading his legs with the remote to the t.v in hand as if nothing had happened.

his father and your mother passed by the couch, his hair being ruffled by the small woman. “your dad and i want to go out for a bit, is that alright with you ?” she asked sweetly, leaning over the armrest of the couch, his father playing with her bent ears idly.

“thats fine,” he grunted, sitting up from his slouched position. “how long will y’ be gone?”

“don’t know yet. we’ll text Y/N when we’re on the way home, kay?” the youngest nodded in acknowledgment, and his father patted his head before they were on their way, the front door shutting behind them with a soft click.

you came walking down the stairs not long after, your steps slow and tentative. you noted the lack of shoes by the front door, coming to the quick conclusion that the adults had left - and you had half a mind to go back up to your room and not come out, but you had caught his eyes quickly and now his attention was on you.

offering him a nervous smile, you kept your head down and walked quickly to the far side of the couch, sitting down and focusing on the television. a short chuckle left his mouth as he took quick notice of something.

“what happened to the pretty pink shorts you were wearing earlier?” he asks, his eyes still trained on the tv in front of him, and you could only look down, embarrassed, because you had in fact changed your shorts to some plain black ones after soiling the others - but theres no way you could tell him that.

“.. they were too small for me.” you mumbled after a few moments, and he looked over to you, his eyes trailing down to your thighs and back to your face with an eyebrow raise and you realize how stupid that excuse was because these shorts are also tight - hugging your dick and squeezing your thighs.

your face flared in red, crossing your legs and tugging your sweater down.

“let me ask you again, doll,” he started, reaching out and tugging you towards him by your waist, his body moving so he was facing you, one knee resting on the couch. “why’d you change your shorts?”

you stared at your hands that were on your lap, holding your sweater down over half of your thighs.

“i… i told you..” you stumbled over your words, breath hitching when you felt his hand tighten around your waist. you only heard him grunt before you were stumbling on your feet, a harsh grip around your wrist.

your back hit the mattress, his large hands pulling you towards him roughly, plush thighs resting over his muscular ones. a whimper from you made his fluffy ears twitch, sharp eyes narrowing as he ran his big hands over your thighs, reveling in the way your body jerked.

your soft ears perked up as he began to talk, his deep ‘nd demanding voice sounding ominous to your muddled mind.

“now, i can either….” he started, big hands running under your sweater ‘nd across your stomach, “abuse your poor little clit,” he continued with a chuckle, squeezing your small cock to accentuate his words, making your back arch, “nd use you for my own pleasure without lettin’ you cum once,” he pushed up your sweater, flicking your nipple harshly, “or you can tell me the real answer, ‘nd i’ll fuck you like a good boy deserves to be fucked.”

you panted harshly, closing your eyes tight and gritting your teeth, your knuckles turning white as your small hands fisted the sheets under you.

“i- i… i fuckin- told you!” you gasped out, shaking your head as he flicked your dick with a sigh.

“well, i did warn you.”

“h-hnghh !” you squealed, voice muffled as your head was pressed into the mattress by his strong hands, struggling to breathe between your heavy breaths and lack of space.

he’d been fucking you for a while now, harsh teeth marks clear around your nipples, on your neck, and even your arms. you felt completely ruined, your hard, leaky, and red cock bouncing underneath you with every thrust, the hairtie around the base of it stopping you from cumming throughout this whole session, although you’re sure you’re multiple dry orgasms in.

his big cock presses against your prostate unrelentingly, strong arms pressing into you at different areas as he holds his weight against you, his thrusts so harsh ‘nd so fast you can barely tell apart his thrusts in and slides out of your poor, ruined hole.

a loud sob is ripped from you when his hand that was holding your head down is suddenly wrapped around your cock, his finger teasing the tip.

“you wanna cum, bunny?” he asks with faux sympathy, teasing the area around the hairtie, his cock still fucking into you with no mercy.

“y-yes! g-gna cum ! cum - please!” you squeak, your legs kicking up from the bed, feeling your gut twist once again with the painful need to release, your body convulsing under his as he only grins with pride.

“that’s too bad, isn’t it?” he practically coos in your ear, his voice lust filled, condescending, and predatory. theres a grunt from behind you and suddenly you’re being lifted, your chest to his back, legs slipped from under you, his muscular arms holding them in the crook of his elbows, and he wastes no time in pummeling back into your ruined hole in that position, cock kissing places you didn’t even think existed inside of you.

you feel like the breath is knocked from your lungs and you attempt to scratch at his arms because your small cock is so fucking ruined, ‘s pathetically leaking precum like a faucet, bouncing against your stomach as it loses some of it’s hardness - simply because the dry orgasms have taken so much out of you.

“look at that.. little clit’s showin’ me just how useless it really is.” he growls, biting deep into the marked skin of your neck afterwards, his swollen knot pressing against your puffy hole as his dick twitches inside of you, his head spinning and overwhelmed with the need to bulge your belly with his puppies.

“shit, bunny.. got me cummin’ so soon.” he huffs, a sloppy grin on his face as his hips never falter , even with how daringly close he is to teetering over the edge ‘nd filling your hole up.

his head shakes, ears twitching as his breathing picks up heavily, trying to center his mind, as it runs to fucking you until you pass out, using your pretty holes till youre filled with his cum and covered in his scent - his strong arms and hands increasing the grip he had on your legs.

he adjusts his arms so your legs are practically touching your ears, his hand coming up to shove large fingers in your mouth, his own baring his fangs into your shoulder - thrusting deep ‘nd hard into your little cunt, filling your stomach with his cum.

a loud wail is muffled against his digits, sobs wracking your chest as you convulse so harshly you’re practically pushed out of his arms, your head shaking back and forth.

“shit..” he mumbles, barking out a laugh. “forgot you had that on.” theres a large grin on his face as he sets your legs down, turning you onto your back. his hands work at untying the hairtie from your dick - rutting back into your hole with a few deep, rough thrusts once it’s off, bathing in the scream you release.

“y’said you wanted to cum, yeah?”

ahhh, i did it ! y’guys proud of me? ૮꒰ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა

[pastelclovds]

-> part one

and that was how you two got here. clothing long since discarded and fucking like wild animals. your lover was beautiful under you. pink blush dusted across their face, eyes lidded, and their mouth open while spewing adorable moans. every time your dick hit their deepest sweet spot, it like you were marking your territory. they would never get tired of your cock stretching them open, never get tired of being one with you, if it were possible, they would want to be filled with you forever.

the couch you were on was rocking along with your thrusts, your sweat making stains on the fabric, and the atmosphere around you became humid every thrust in their hole. you were determined to make your lover feel good both emotionally and sexually, you grunt when your lovers hands grip onto your shoulders and dig their nails until marks were for sure to show up. but their hole tightening around you made you forget the pain and increase your pace.

"a-ah! oh you feel so good inside me darling, so good!" you hold onto your lover's waist tighter as you groan into their chest. one of your lover's hands suddenly grabbed onto your hand to keep you on their chest. "please, mark me, bite me, make sure people know that i'm yours!" without a second thought you follow your lover's demand and begin to cover their chest live bites and hickeys. your lover lets out a high pitched moan when you begin playing with their nipples and suck on the weak spot on their neck. "y-you're mine, right? you love you, right? ah, hahh, please tell me." the tears came back, except they were of pleasure, such good addicting pleasure.

"of course i love you- oh god- i'll always be yours. and y-you'll always be mine." you answered breathlessly, your pace now becoming sloppy as you were growing close to to cumming inside your lover. not that they mind at all. they wouldn't mind getting filled again, and again, until your balls were empty. after hearing your answer, your lover's legs tightened around you and grinded their hips down to match your thrusts. "fill me with your cum, fuck me harder, please, anything! just make me yours- OH!" you suddenly pulled out and flipped your lover over onto their hand and knees and roughly thrusted inside them and started moving at a faster pace than before.

In this position, your cock was deeper inside them and they could literally feel you in their stomach ruining their insides. you felt do fucking good, nobody else could have you, they would kill anyone who dared laid their hands on you. "i'm cumming, oh i'm cumming, please cum with me darling, light of my life, my one and only!" they were so close, they just needed a little bit more- "i love you so much, cum for me." that was the end for your lover, their vision was blurred with bright white as images of you filled their mind. it wasn't long until you snapped too, and you filled them to the brim.

you and your lover collapsed onto your now dirty sofa, your sweat covered bodies held each other as your orgasms washed over you. "thank you darling, thank you so much. you can't leave me. you won't ever leave me, right?" it didn't really matter what your answer was, your obsessed lover would still not let you leave them either way.

[vampcubus]

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑 : 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!yandere!zenitsu agatsuma, mean dom!fem!reader, modern au, spit kink/spitting, finger sucking, light master kink, light oral fixation, spit as lube, dacryphilia, overstimulation, degradation, sadism/masochism, pet name (lamb), fingering (m!receiving), cumming in pants/untouched, referenced stalking, zentisu is aged up to twenty-one in this.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 2.2k+

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

Zenitsu kneels at your feet, arms hugging your legs as his wide, brown eyes bore into you through dewy, blond lashes. His gaze is reverent and desperate as if he can’t tear himself away from you. The sight is reminiscent of how a golden retriever would look at its owner, equal parts pathetic and adoring.

‘Pay attention to me,’ his eyes say, ‘Love me,’ they beg, ‘Take pity on me,’ they plead with your own.

These are the eyes of the same man you’d just discovered snooping around your home. There’s something familiar about him as if you’d seen him before.

No, you’d definitely seen him before. All those times you’d felt watched, followed, or hunted. 

His hair is the same canary-yellow you’d see retreating in your peripheral when you’d look over your shoulder. Your heart sank into your stomach at the realization that you hadn’t been paranoid after all. Someone really had been out to get you all along and now they’re here, clinging to your legs like a child.

You lower a hand to stroke your fingers through his golden hair in a placating manner, and the simple gesture of affection seems to flip a switch in him. His breathing quickens and he buries his face into your stomach, hugging you tight enough to hurt as he begins to sob. His band-aid-riddled fingers bunch in your shirt as if he’s afraid you'll slip through them if he doesn’t cling.

“You’re touching me… you’re really…” The blond murmurs, his words muffled against your tummy. He shivers and trembles like the sensation is overwhelming, but he shoves his head into your hand anyway, chasing the affectionate caress. “Keep doing it. Keep… petting me, please…”

"I-I'm not dangerous, I swear,” he whimpers with a sniffle and looks up at you, hoping that his doe-eyed gaze would be enough to get you to relent. "I just... I burn for you. Please, just let me stay! I'll do anything! Anything!”

Your fingers tighten in his hair, forcing his head back none-too-gently.

“Ah!” Zenitsu recoils in a mix of surprise and pleasure, not expecting you to manhandle him so firmly. He lets his head be forced back, his eyes still puppy-like, but a faint blush has spread across his cheeks. 

He looks dazed, drunk off of your mere proximity. He hardly cares if your touch is rough, just that you’re touching him at all. 

You lips curl into a sadistic smirk at this realization.

“Kind of pathetic aren’t you, lamb? If I didn’t find it mildly amusing I might have turned you in to the authorities,” you taunted, entertained by the way his bottom lip trembled. Zenitsu looks up, his face splotchy from tears as he sniffles wetly, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation.

"Lamb?" He croaks, looking up at you through his dewy lashes at the pet name, allowing himself to hope. “Does that mean you'll be my shepherd? My master?"

“Of course you’d focus on that part,” you tsk, though you can’t say you’re displeased at the tears dotting his lash line. Sick in the head or not, he was a pretty crier, and you’d be lying if that didn’t turn you on. “That’s all you’re thinking about; being a dumb, mindless slut for me aren’t you?”

Zenitsu moans aloud at that, cock twitching in his pants. But he frantically shakes his head ‘no’, trying to insist it wasn’t true, cheeks aflame with humiliation. 

“Don’t say that! I-I’m not p-pathetic. I’m just–” he warbles, only to cry out as your foot presses against the prominent bulge tenting his pants, calling his bluff in a simple movement. 

“What’s this then?” Your self-satisfied sneer and vibrant eyes glimmering down at him make his mind go blank. 

“Th-that’s- haaa~ mmh!” His voice trails off into a mewl, and he can’t stop himself from humping himself against the arch of your sock-clad foot. “I’m sorry, you’re just so beautiful. It gets like this whenever you’re around. I’m sorry!”

Your eyes darken with lust at his pathetic display, tongue dipping out to drag across your lip as he wraps both arms around your leg and bucks his hips. Heat pools between your legs, and you clench around nothing.

“Aren’t you embarrassed? Look at how hard you are, and all I’ve done is degrade you. You truly are pathetic,” you laughed, fingers tightening in his hair.

“Ssstop, I’m gonna cum,” he sniffles, teary, amber-colored eyes rolling back and tongue flopping out as his dick gets even harder. “Y-you’re gonna make me cum.”

Zenitsu squeezes his eyes shut and sobs when you take your foot away, humping the air uselessly, chasing friction that’s no longer there. His eyes flutter open at the feeling of your thumb tracing the seam of his lips, and he hums curiously.

“Open,” you instruct, and with minimal hesitation, his lips part. He shudders when your thumb dips into his mouth, stroking over his teeth and tongue. You explore his wet cavern with little regard for his comfort, trading your thumb for your index and middle fingers and purring in delight when he begins to suck without coaxing. 

“Good boy,” you crooned, and your cunt throbs at the hopeful, puppy-like look he sends you at the praise. 

He suckles at your digits more enthusiastically, gagging cutely when you press them deeper. Despite the tears stinging at his eyes, he lets you fuck his mouth open with your fingers, swirling his pretty pink tongue around them with even pinker cheeks. Desperation seeps into his expression, and you raise a brow, retracting your fingers to let him speak.

“Please kiss me,” he begs, drooling dribbling down his chin from practically blowing your digits. “P-please I’ve imagined your lips on mine so often… Dreamt of how you might taste.”

You hum, tapping your chin as if considering his request. You drag him by the hair up to your level, and he gasps at the sting, though he looks so damned excited when you lean in. 

“Open your mouth,” you nearly growl, and if Zenitsu had a tail he’s sure it’d be wagging. He obeys eagerly, parting his lips in anticipation of the hot caress of your lips over his own. 

His brows crease in confusion when your finger hooks into his mouth again, holding his jaw open, unsure of why you would need to–

Zenitsu’s body goes rigid when instead of kissing him, you spit directly into his mouth. His eyes cross as your saliva lands on his tongue, and with a startled shout, he cums in his pants completely untouched. The blond convulses and moans out, sounding unhinged as he paints the insides of his pants with white ropes and nearly collapses to the floor. He swallows your spit greedily, and his hands cling onto your waist, blunt nails digging into your hips. 

“A-again! Please, spit in my mouth again!” He cries, rubbing his overstimulated cock over your thigh despite the bright sting. “Fuck me, spit on me. I don’t care, just use me!”

You gnarl your fingers in his hair and tug him by it over to the bed, throwing his smaller form onto the mattress in a careless manner. He lands on his belly, with his lower half slightly raised, and the position brings your attention to his round ass. He attempts to pull himself up, only to be shoved back down, and then yanked to the edge of the bed until his legs are dangling off the side of it. 

“W-what’re you doing?” Zenitsu whines, nearly choking when instead of answering you yank his pants down his legs. His underwear follows shortly after and he gasps as the cold air hits his cum-slicked dick. But you ignore his throbbing half-hard sex, fully fixated on the cleft of his ass, which you’re quick to spread to get a better look at him. “A-ah! Are you-? Are you really going to fuck me?”

“That’s the idea, got any complaints?” Your hands rove over his thighs, hips, and backside, kneading the heated flesh in your hands. 

Zenitsu can hardly believe this is happening, that you’re truly rubbing him down right now. He had fisted his clock to the thought of this very moment for months on end, imagining every which way you’d take him. You’re not as tender as he’d hoped, but even your roughness is intoxicating. You’re throwing him around like a doll, doing with him as you please. He can’t help but lap up all the attention you’re giving him like a starved animal, even if you don’t love him, he’ll settle for this.

Even so, he’s eager to convince you to keep him.

“Please do! I-I’ll make it worth your while, promise! I’ll be the best toy you’ve ever— Ow!” His babbled reassurances are cut off by a harsh spank to his plump rear, and the deranged thing that’s decided you own him only wriggles his ass enticingly in response.

You even hear a choked giggle escape him and you mirror it despite yourself.

You lean in to trail kisses along the red handprint you’d left behind, and the boy erupts with shivers, his cock twitching back to full hardness whilst pinned between his tummy and the mattress. He cries out when you spit on his taint, his entire body jerking at the warm, wet sensation of it dripping down his hole. 

Your finger follows the wet trail, pressing down on his rim. He startles like a spooked rabbit, a clipped ‘Eep!’ tumbling out of his drooling lips.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” You drawled in an amused tone, forced to admit you were quite taken with the shameless blond now.

He shakes his head rapidly but grinds his ass back onto your fingers enthusiastically, brown eyes nearly heart-shaped as strains to watch you touch him over his shoulder, “Just you, master.”

You press a slicked finger he’d drooled on earlier into him and he arches, mouth agape at the sensation of being filled. You fuck him open with one digit for a while, and then two, and the stretch makes him whimper, “Hurts.”

“Relax, lamb. It’ll feel better soon, it’ll feel really good. You trust your master, don’t you?” You comfort him in a soft tone, mesmerized by the ways he clenches around your digits.

He nods quickly, and even as he moans that it ‘hurts’ his inner walls keep trying to pull you in deeper. Yes, master knows what’s best for me.

He doesn’t quite say it aloud, but his body relays the message well enough.

Soon you’re fucking him open with three fingers, and the small thing can only writhe, moan, and drool against the sheets of your bed. Your scent is all around him, your fingers deep inside him, your voice guiding him along toward his orgasm like a lover would. He’s ascended to heaven surely, and you’re an angel picking him apart.

Your fingers brush over his prostate and he nearly wails, delirious tears streaming down his face, choked praises and gory promises to always protect you spilling out of him.

He’s close, so so close but he needs more from you.

“Y/nnn, my love. Please spit in my mouth again. Need all of y-yo-ou insiiide me!” Zenitsu begs, voice already hoarse from screaming his lungs out in pleasure. 

He’s sniffling and sobbing so hard it’s a wonder he can speak at all through the hiccups. 

Something about his pathetic cries resonates with you. Here this stunning man was, clearly ill for you, begging you to desecrate and disrespect him. Treating your spit like it’s a blessing. He deserved better than you, or maybe you were perfect for one another in your fucked-upness. 

You slide your fingers out and turn him over into his back. You crawl up his body, his hands grabbing at every part of you he can reach. Your clothed cunt presses against his flushed-red and leaking cock, and he keens at the feeling of your slick soaking through onto him. When your finger hooks into his mouth again, he’s quick to open it, anticipating your spit.

Instead, your lips find his own.

His limbs lock up, blunt nails digging into the flesh of your lips as he frantically humps against your pussy for a few more agonizing seconds. In the end and then he cums so hard it feels a little like dying. He lets out a strangled moan into your mouth, happy tears pouring out of him as sticky ropes spill out over his twitching abdomen. 

It feels so good he can do nothing but cry and cling, hoping to god he won’t wake up to find it’s all been a dream. But when he comes to, all he can see, smell, and hear is you. A tired, dumb grin spreads across his face.

“You kissed me,” he rasps stupidly.

“So I did,” you replied resolutely.

“I was wrong before, about you being my shepherd. I think you’re more like a hungry wolf,” Zenitsu sighs, eyelids drooping sleepily. He fights to keep his eyes open, to look at you a little longer. “You’ll eat me alive.”

“You seemed keen to let me gobble you up a moment ago,” you teased, grinding your cunt down on his oversensitive cock.

“Mercy on your lamb, please!” Zenitsu cries, squirming away from the friction this time. “Too much!”

“My lamb?” You ask with raised brows.

He looks a much too demure when he replies, “I was only ever yours. I don't care if you string me along. You can lie to me, pretend you love me. I'll be your stupid little helpless lamb, just never leave me."

[heaven-ly-father]

God there's nothing I love more than watching my brilliant, polite, well-spoken boyfriend turn into a mindless toy for me.

I love watching him relax when he plays with himself, going from embarrassed to uncaring as his body goes limp and his cock gets hard under his hand-- under my instruction. Reminding him that he's safe with me, that he can let himself feel good without shame. You don't need to think about anything but how good it feels-- you can worry about everything else later. It's not going anywhere. Right now all that matters is being my good, obedient boy.

Seeing the hazy look in his eyes as he nods lazily, his handsome voice repeating back anything I want to hear. It feels so good to listen to me, and he is such a good boy. Nothing quite like watching an intelligent man struggle to find his words between his slurred moans.

I want to play with his cunt and cock until there's nothing in his head except my name and how badly he wants to cum for me. What an honor, to have such an obedient, adoring boy like you. Cum for me, baby.

Over and over, until I say he's done. Even when it's too much, and his poor cock is aching and sensitive and twitching. He'll keep going, because he wants to be my good boy. How terribly lucky I am.

Finally, finally letting him take the toy off when he's shaking. Watching him collapse into his bed with an exhausted grin. My darling boy.

I let him stay like that, floaty and sweet and obedient until he fell asleep to my whispered praises. My good boy. You did such a good job for me. You know I love you so much. So good for me, honey. You're okay. I'm proud of you. You're all mine, and you know I'm all yours. Relax now. It'll all be there for you tomorrow. But for right now, all you need to be is my good, sweet boy. And you are.

I can't wait to do this again but with him asleep on my chest so I can run my nails down his back and play with his hair. My good boy <3

This is about gay trans men // Cishets fuck off

[privitivium]

favorite blog atm!! loving that prof fic. what if m reader was like showing interest in another classmate of his? how would professor act? reader gets all close to that classmate and starts to distance himself a bit, so professor takes action idk. ty!!

yeszsse.... he'd be insecure n try to be dominant to stop u from hangjn out with the dude. sry for anymistakes - domtop reader

sub prof w amab reader;; jealousy

cw; faint hints of manipulation.

bro he'd be a sore loser!! getting all mopey as you were unexpectedly distancing yourself from him-? no longer seeking him out to jerk him off or even tease his rim at his desk after the hour like you said you would... he was looking forward to it. but it's okay - thinking you just forgot and were too preoccupied with studies that you left without a word - it's okay, he'll have to bring you a warm drink just to show that he cares about you instead, no need to worry about pleasuring him! ㅡ all that care goes down the drain when he sees you in the corner of the little coffee shop with your classmate - one of his students in the back of the café you frequented together?!

he's... too embarrassed to let you see him. walking down the street in his sad little trench coat in shame. thinking about how your hand would feel curling around his tendrils of hair, how your lips would feel brushing against the shell of his ear - how your lips would feel pressing fluttering kisses along the base of his cock... an ugly feeling, a disgusting feeling of nausea settling in. he could never bear to feel so unwanted... look where that got him. divorced ?! and now you - touching on your friend and clearly done with your little plaything as he dubs himself...

all insecure and nervous - something he dislikes the most, especially when it's something like the situation he's in... his object of affection being too close to someone else. gettting distracted from his lectures when he catches sight of you sharing headphones with the damn guy next to you - seemingly whispering and giggling to yourselves, close enough to each other that it seems like you were about to kissㅡugh! he couldn't stand the sight. pausing in his speech - and catching your gaze. immediately looking away and shakily continuing on voicing... he couldnt exactly call you out on it - ... or could he?

ㅡno, he wouldn't make a scene. but he would try to find you after classes... to confront you. he misses you. so much!! he's a needy man who just wants to shove his face in the crook of your neck while being fucked on his desk... you, you, you. it's all he thought about in his past time.

like a puppy,,, confronting you in the library that was partially unlit - and you so happened to be in the dimly lit aisles of books. him being all like " who is that guy...?" saying your name all serious, trying to be stern with the icky feeling of anxiety in the pit of his tummy, trying so hard to get through to you and get his answersㅡshakily continuing and ignoring your look of question, "d-do you not like me anymore?? - i'm so good to you... do our jerk-off sessions mean nothing to you????" he'd try n turn it on you to make you feel bad. doesn't work all too well.

gotta make it up to him by jerking him off like always while muttering apologies and praises. you had no idea he was so damn needy and insecure... grunting as his seed coats your hand relatively quick. snickering to yourself as you wipe it off and offer a kiss - your relationship with your classmate is nothing more than friendly, you mention quietly, glancing down at his hand that was so desperately rubbing against your bulge - but you'll tone the touching down for this whimpering puppy-dog of a man.

[master-xochimilli]

Holding a sub's chin tight in my hand, seeing their desperate desire in their eyes, mouth salivating, wanting, needing me to use it. Seeing how pretty they look on their knees before me, babbling and whining over how much they need me, how they'll do anything for me in them

You'll do anything really, my little angel? You need me more than the air you breath? Go on then, seeing as you're on your knees— praise and pray for me in you as your god~

[kitoshii]

whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male character | pt 2

lovin ? kinda psuedocest , feminization , breeding , degradation & praise , size kink / size difference , small reader , overstim …

your first meeting.. was a weird one. your moms telling you the two of you are going for dinner and of course this is a surprise - eating out is not a normal occurrence in your family, home cooked meals are much preferred, and you’re especially surprised when she says to dress in something nice. yet, you pick out clothes, something form flattering yet dressy, and the two of you are on your way to the restaurant when she proposes an idea, as if its from the top of her head. “why don’t we invite another to join us?”

youre naturally confused, but you don’t disagree, and reaching the restaurant, you’re greeted at your reserved table by two carnivores, huge ones at that, and your normally floppy ears perk up in interest. the younger one is tall, dark, and handsome and you’re swooning before you’ve even introduced yourself.

yet- you’re still confused. you’re not dumb, you can tell this was all previously planned and so as the night progresses a little more, you ask your mom about what’s going on. the oldest carnivore at the table barks out a little laugh, as does your mother, and the two explain that they’ve been seeing each other, and marriage is on the table.

so the tall, dark, and handsome wolf is going to be your tall, dark, and handsome brother. much less exciting than you’d have wished, although you are naturally happy for your mother. the night ends quite quickly, and the four of you say your goodbyes before parting ways.

your second meeting.. is what he can only describe as insufferable.

he thinks all of this is insanity. he swears under his breath, licking his fangs. his eyes are forced away from you- you, who is crossing your plush legs as you sit on the couch, leaning your weight on the armrest, exposing the side of your neck. a clean, soft surface is all he sees. something on you thats ready to be marked, littered with indents of his teeth and bruises that prove the presence of his lips on your neck- he adjusts himself where he sat, pulling his pants at the thighs to give relief to the problem he finds growing, quite literally, by the second. he’s afraid if he continues staring any longer he might do something he regrets.

he shouldn’t think this way, he knows he shouldn’t, he’s practically just met you, and under the promise of becoming siblings, but it’s not his fault, is it? you’re a pretty bunny boy, soft skin, soft ears, and soft tail on display for him, he’s known he was going to have a hard time since the moment he saw you - and even worse from the moment he smelt you. you’re so defenseless, the shorts that you’re wearing reveal far too much, your fair skin far too tempting, and your innocent eyes far too beautiful. he wants to ruin it all. he want’s to force you to have to put your guard up when he’s around, to rip the shorts off your plush thighs, exposing whats creating the small, compared to his, bulge in them, he wants to mark up your skin until you’re bleeding, nd he wants to strip the innocence from your eyes, forcing you to keep them closed tight as your tears struggle to crawl out.

his breath turns heavier, pants leaving his parted lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, running a hand through his hair - when he’s snapped out of his deep thoughts after your small hand is rested upon his arm and he’s suddenly aware that you’re directly in front of him- but the only thing he can focus on is your silky thighs, the cute bulge in the middle of them, and how much smaller your hand is than his because fuck, he could ruin you so easily it’s driving him insane.

a soft growl escapes from his throat and he notices the way your hand quickly retracts, and he finally tears his gaze away from his eye candy, trailing his eyes up to your face, noticing the way your long, soft ears pin backwards, as if you were a dog. worry is clear in your eyes and he raises an eyebrow, crossing his legs inconspicuously.

“are you feeling alright?” you mumble softly and his mouth opens for a second before its closed again, his fangs catching on his bottom lip. your voice is sweet like honey yet soft like velvet and his ears twitch, moving in obvious attention to you.

he doesn’t answer you, he’s not even sure if he can, choosing to simply nod his head as he stands up, towering over your small frame. he thinks he hears a squeak escape from you and his hard cock twitches in his pants, flitting through every fantasy that involves your mouth.

your third, fourth and fifth can all be considered normal, but your sixth meeting.. is surprisingly his breaking point.

he prides himself on his restraint. his ability to control his emotions, his urges- but the two of you are at your mothers house, and you are, as usual, far too relaxed, and wearing far too little clothing. he sits on a chair outside in the backyard, the shade a willow tree provides and the gentle wind cooling his face - while his lower half burns in desperation.

you’re none the wiser, innocently indulging in boy-ish behavior as you scavenge green grass for anything that may catch your eye, knees bending the blades underneath you. your back is to him - of course it is, he cant seem to catch a break, he mumbles irritatedly, curling his hands into fists from where they sat on the rests of the chair, his piercing eyes fixated on the curve of your ass, the arch of your back, the squish of your thighs, and the way he can perfectly see a prominent imprint of your balls when you bend far enough forward.

for a few moments he thinks you’re doing this on purpose, that you know of his perverted thoughts and are doing this to maybe punish him, but when your soft ears perk up, and you look back at him with sparkling eyes, a grin on your face to tell him that you’ve found, hell, a cool rock? he knows you wouldn’t do that. you couldn’t do that, you’re too dense to even notice the raging hard on in his pants every time you so much as giggle.

the two of you are inside now, still left alone with each other and you decide to join him where he stood in the kitchen, hungry for something. you open the fridge, leaning down to slide the fruit drawer open, bending at the waist and fuck..

“hm?” you ask, perking up, leaning over to peek at him from behind the fridge door. did he say that aloud?

he scans your face a few minutes before striding over to where you stood. your nose twitches in confusion and despite not being scared, your ears pin themselves back, like a dog. you take a step away from the fridge, beginning to close the door behind you before he’s on you, pressing his arm past your head quickly, closing the fridge door with a bang. you jump slightly, staring at him with big, confused, and worried eyes and his cock fucking jumps because -

“do you know that i.. am a predator?” he mumbles, looking down his nose at you with lidded eyes.

theres a flash of fear in your expression and your mouth gapes slightly. “i know.” you squeak after a beat of silence, trembling hands coming to hold onto your shirt at the chest area

“you know?” he repeats, tilting his head lightly, eyes narrowing as you nod, barely noticeable. “you don’t act like you know.”

a sharp breath escapes you and it takes a minute for you to think of an answer, treading lightly.

“how am i supposed.. to act?”

“..be wary of me. act like at any moment i will pounce on you because fuck, i could.” he growls slightly, moving himself so his forearm is propping him up on the fridge and not his hand - making an already close proximity impossibly closer.

“you could?” you repeat, staring up at him with the same big, innocent eyes but now theres something missing - the worry. the fear. “why haven’t you?” it’s a small mumble, almost a nervous stammer, quiet and hesitant but he heard it. of course he heard it, you’re the only thing he is - and has been focusing on for days.

his heavy breaths pick up, and his stare never falters from your face, slowly scanning your features with calculating movements, immediately catching any change, so when a smile creeps on your lips, a little less innocent than your eyes and in a way, teasing, he catches it. immediately. and he pounces.

a desperate, muffled cry escapes from your wet lips, his big fingers pressing against your soft tongue, sometimes slipping so far back they’d tease your uvula, making you choke around his digits. his big, thick cock presses against your flush thigh for just a moment, leaving a trail of precum.

his hand that wasnt occupied in keeping you a little quieter is three fingers into your hole, tapping your prostate so hard your body jerks with every press. he’s skilled with his hands, a cocky grin overtaking his face as his ears twitch with every cute sound from your throat and every sloppy sound from your asshole. you’re tight, too tight, he’s not quite sure his dick will fit passed the tip, but he knows you want it, and god knows he wants it too.

the thought of filling you up, of wrecking your small body and moulding you into a cockwhore for him has been infecting his mind like a virus, and he’d be damned if he stopped for anything but a safe word.

a sob fills his ears and suddenly he realizes you’d came a few seconds ago, your legs trembling and kicking up from overstimulation, sensitive dick pressing into the mattress involuntarily before jerking away.

he coos, quite condescendingly, slipping his wet fingers out of your hole, placing a light tap on your balls.

“was it too much for you, bunny?” he asks, pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest, watching as you nod with a dazed look on your tear filled face.

“yeah?” a mischievous grin that you’re unable to see spreads across his lips and wandering hands snake around you, squeezing your pretty thighs, before grasping your hard cock. his breath hitches as his entire hand envelops your small cock and his own twitches, a groan escaping his throat.

“fuck,” he laughs, watching as your hips attempt to pull away from his hand. “so fuckin small compared to me.” he grins, beginning to fist your cock, twisting his wrist around it. your reaction is immediate, a loud wail echoing through the room, your hands reaching out to clasp around his bigger one in a silent plea for mercy.

with reluctance, he gives it to you, letting you fall forward on to the bed. you sniffle, hiccuping softly before pushing yourself to your knees, arching your back as far as you could with your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to him, your fluffy tail wagging in desperation.

his mouth practically waters, hand finding its way down to his dick, closing it around himself before you reach your hands behind, spreading yourself apart to expose your twitching hole. this was you submitting , giving him full control of your body and the situation, and suddenly his instincts were screaming at him to breed you. to rut into you so much that his cum was spilling out, to imprint himself onto you, and to knock you up. to fuck you so full you had to carry his pups.

his stomach coiled and suddenly he couldn’t think, he couldn’t reason. the only thing clear to him was to breed, breed, breed.

he flips you onto your back, using a generous amount of lube, allowing his cockhead to catch onto your hole. you whimper - he’s bigger than his fingers - much thicker, much longer, and much, much hotter. you barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s grabbing your thighs in his hands, the skin spilling over his fingers at how tight his grip is - and suddenly his cock is fucked into you at full force. he bottoms out first thing and even the sound of your voice is delayed, the air being punched from your chest as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, before a loud shriek does jump through his ears as he begins rutting into you, as if he were a dog in heat.

overtaken with how tight you are around him, and how small you are compared to him, he presses your knees up, bending you in half, watching his big cock sink into your tight hole, and the sight is almost what tips him over.

“fu-huck,” he moans, his pelvis slapping harshly against your thighs with every sharp, deliberate piston of his hips. “takin’ me so well baby, pretty cunts sucking me in so nicely.”

his deep voice riddled with obvious need and want has your ass squeezing around him, your dick twitching as it slaps against your stomach with every rough thrust.

your noises are punched out of you and then cut off with every thrust, the harshness of them making your brain spin and legs convulse. his hold on you does nothing to hide the shaking of your thighs and body, and it makes him groan in satisfaction, a smug smirk overtaking his face.

your drool and tears slide down your chin, pretty, soaked eyelashes batting quickly as you struggle between keeping your eyes open or letting them roll back. his large frame adjusts on top of you, thrusts never faltering despite his red, burning cock growing closer to release. the new angle allows him to hold your legs flush to your chest with his shoulders, while giving room to hold your clawing hands into place and he smirks, before leaning back slightly - and his entire body jerks forward, mouth falling open, fangs baring to pierce harshly into your neck as his eyes roll back because fuck - the bulge in your soft stomach is proof enough that he’s making room in your gut for his huge cock, because you’re just so fucking small.

you kick and cry at his teeth piercing your skin because it hurts, it hurts, but you’re marked and claimed and now he wont stop. teeth covering the expanse of your neck, cock drilling into your prostate with no sign of stopping anytime soon. all you can do is take it like a whore.

“thas’ it.. good girl, my cock was jus’ made for you, isn’t that right, bunny?” he growls and your hard cock spits out something like cum again at just his words because god, his deep voice, the constant stimulation on your prostate and the dirty talk did something to you.

he’s rutting into you so roughly, goin’ so hard nd deep, and you claw at his shoulders, blunt nails doing no real damage, begging him with wails and sobs to hurry up and cum because your tiny cock is so spent nd your tight hole is gonna be gaping afterwards with the effort of fitting such a large cock into you.

for a moment you think this was a bad idea - you think that he wont stop until you’re passed out, his instincts running his brain too wild, but with a thrust up into your stomach and a press down onto his cock bulge from the outside - with help from a desperate wail and a squeal that escaped your mouth - he’s cumming buckets into your soft stomach with a mumbled, “gonna fuckin breed you bunny,” pumping his hot, sticky load into you, filling you so much it’s leakin’ onto the sheets, his knot pressing painfully against your ass hole, threatening a breach as he ruts up feverishly, growls and titters leaving his throat, canines biting into his lip.

hellooo, im kiyoshi, your writer, nd his is my first fanfiction ! its very self indulgent, nd eng isn’t my first language but if you enjoyed, this is me askin’ you to please reblog nd maybe even follow me to support writers ! we can become great friends ! ^.^

[kueble]

Naughty Kitty

This is the next part of my Kitten Jaskier au.

Explicit. Warnings: Pet play, Dom/sub undertones, subspace, collars, anal plug, anal sex, oral sex, rough sex, dirty talk. 2,200 words

Geralt/Jaskier

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Jaskier can already feel himself slipping into his kitten space, but he pushes it off as much as he can. Geralt doesn't like when he goes into subspace on his own, and now he   realizes how dangerous it was when he did so in the past.  Thankfully he has a great partner now, and Geralt takes such good care of him.   Tonight is supposed to be a little present to show him how much Jaskier adores him, though it's going to be fun for him, too.

He fixes his headband before leaping off the bed, landing on all fours like a proper cat should.  He shakes his hips, moving his tail plug around, and the soft faux fur slides smoothly over the back of his legs.  Satisfied that everything is in place, he slowly makes his way to their front door, tail swinging behind him.  Geralt should be home soon, but he still has time to get in position.

Jaskier stops a few feet back from the front door, wanting to be the only thing Geralt sees when he opens it.   He kneels up, sitting on his heels before balling up his fists and holding them up in front of his chests.  It's his classic paws up pose, and one of Geralt's favorites.  He shivers, already anticipating his partner's reaction when he gets home.

It doesn't take a mirror to know he looks damn good right now.  Jaskier is naked except for his kitten gear.  His headband is new - a holiday gift to himself - and though it's more playful than his usual style, he knows it looks good.  The soft kitten ears are bright red with white inside, and the tail is  candy cane striped to match.  He should feel ridiculous, but he just feels pretty and festive instead.

The impromptu collar he made feels heavy like a brand around his neck, and he knows he will have to bring up buying something permanent together soon.  He never feels like anything but Geralt's when they're playing like this, but a constant reminder of ownership would make things even hotter.  He forces himself to open his eyes, not remembering when he had closed them.  He's going under faster than anticipated, but it's easy knowing Geralt will be home any minute now.

Jaskier is buzzing with anticipation by the time the door swings open.  He looks up at Geralt through his long lashes, holding back a smirk when his lover's eyes go wide and he tosses his keys and coat on the floor in his rush to slam the door behind him.  Jaskier is a good kitten, not moving even a little while Geralt takes him in.

"What a nice surprise," Geralt finally says, shaking his head as if to clear it.  And no, that simply won't do.  That's not what tonight is about.  Jaskier meows loudly and tilts his head back to show off the red ribbon tied carefully around his neck.

His heartbeat picks up as Geralt's thick fingers caress his neck, his thumb brushing over Jaskier's pulse point before lifting the tag attached to the make-shift collar.  The little silver jingle bell chimes, and Jaskier has to hold in a laugh.  It's louder than any kitten-themed bell he's worn before.  Perhaps he should have tested that out, but it's not like fucking with the sound of jingle bells in his ears will make it any less fun.

"Naughty," Geralt reads, drawing out the word.  "Is that right?  I came home to a naughty kitty?"  He places two fingers against Jaskier's lips, easily pressing them inside with no resistance.  Jaskier sighs, the heavy press of Geralt's fingers on his tongue grounding him.  Fuck, he didn’t realized how much he needed this.

Jaskier feels his mind slowing down, like gears getting coated with honey, and he blinks up at Geralt slowly.  Geralt stares back at him, a warm look on his face, and Jaskier feels so fucking safe he could cry.  He greedily sucks on Geralt's fingers, not bothering to be subtle about what he actually wants.  Geralt lets him keep at it until he's drooling, spit slowly sliding down his chin as his eyes glaze over.

"You need more to keep that mouth busy, don't you?" Geralt asks, a growl on the edge of his voice.  Jaskier can't speak, not like this, but he starts humming in his version of a purr, knowing Geralt will get the hint.  "Such a messy kitty," he adds, clicking his tongue as he pulls his fingers back.  Jaskier falls forward slightly, chasing the feeling of being so full.  But then he realizes he's supposed to be good, - and oh how he wants to be good - so he sits back on his heels and waits for instructions.

It shifts the plug in his ass, and Jaskier clenches around it, whining as sparks shoot through him.  Geralt maintains eye contact, wetting his lips as he unzips his trousers and shoves them down just far enough to get himself out.  It feels like Jaskier's heart is going to beat right out of his chest as he watches his lover stroke himself, slowly hardening under his own touch.  Jaskier longs to be the one doing that, but his paws are useless when he's like this.  Instead, he sits there, ever so good, until Geralt taps him on the mouth gently.

"That's it, open up for me sweetheart," Geralt murmurs as he moves forward.  He holds the head of his cock just out of reach, and Jaskier is practically gagging for it.  He wants to move, wants to swallow him down, but he can do this.   He can be good.  "So perfect for me," Geralt whispers, and Jaskier's heart soars.

And then he moves forward, slowly feeding Jaskier his cock.  Jaskier's whole world dissolves down to salt and musk and the heavy weight of Geralt's prick on his tongue.  Still, he doesn't move, just lets Geralt buck his hips, using him for his own pleasure.  A familiar peace falls over him, and he finally gives in completely, letting his kitten space take over.

It's so easy to let go, to lose himself in the feeling of Geralt fucking his face.  He's floating, body buzzing as Geralt thrusts in and out of him.  His own cock throbs lightly, but it’s more of an afterthought.  This is for Geralt, not him.

His eyes threaten to flutter closed, but he manages to keep them open, manages to stare up at Geralt as he's used to brilliantly.  Shaking his hips, he moves his fluffy tail around behind him, and Geralt slams into him roughly a few more times before pulling out.  He rubs the wet head of his cock over Jaskier's lower lip, pre-come making a mess of him, and Jaskier hums in happiness.

"You didn't get all prettied up for me to spill in this lovely mouth of yours, did you?" Geralt asks, and Jaskier tilts his head, rubbing against his palm.  He shimmies his hips again, and Geralt takes notice this time.  "Let's get you to the bedroom," he says, but Jaskier hisses.  He moves forward, rubbing his forehead against Geralt's calf, trying to make him realize what he wants, what he needs.

Geralt drops to his knees and studies him, his golden-flecked eyes roaming over Jaskier's face.  Ever the helpful pet, Jaskier tilts his head and jingles the bell on his collar.  With a chuckle, Geralt seems to put the pieces together.  "You're naughty tonight.  Nice kittens get fucked in a bed.  You want me to take you right here?  Fuck you three feet from the door like a slut in heat?"

A moan rips out of him, and Jaskier sways, nearly falling into Geralt.   Somehow, he's able to stay upright, even though it feels like his limbs have gone limp.  He meows, and Geralt cups his cheek, letting him rub against his warm palm again.  His other hand comes up and he scratches Jaskier behind his headband, giving him some ear scritches.

"Tail up, then."

Jaskier shudders and scurries to obey, spinning around and practically throwing himself down on the floor.  He presses his forehead against the carpet and arches his back, shoving his ass up in the air.  Geralt's large hands move over his back, soothing him before cupping his ass.  There's a pause, and Jaskier almost whines again, desperate for attention, but then Geralt taps on the plug in his ass and he howls as fire dances up his spine.

Geralt teases him, pressing a thumb against his stretched rim, tracing where his body swallows up the plug.  His tail hangs over his hip, the soft fur adding to the overwhelming amount of sensations flowing over him.  He doesn't go easy, alternating between tapping the blunt base of the plug and tugging on Jaskier's tail to make him whimper.  He taunts him, working the toy halfway out before shoving it back inside.

By the time he deems Jaskier ready, he's about to melt into the floor beneath him.  There's a stinging in his knees, and some part of him knows he'll have rug burn after this, but his mind is too far gone to care.  He pushes back, looking for more, and Geralt punishes him for it with a sharp slap on his ass.  He cries out and presses his head deeper into the carpet, letting the sting of the hit wash over him.

Just when he thinks he can't feel anything more than he already does, Geralt pulls the toy out of him, dragging a broken moan from his chest.  He hears it thud on the carpet next to him but is too far gone to focus on it.  Geralt says something, but the words don't make sense.  He feels sluggish, like he's floating and falling at the same time, and he waits for Geralt to repeat himself.

"More lube?" he finally hears, not knowing how many times his owner has had to repeat himself.  He hisses and shoves his hips back, hoping Geralt understands him.  He opened himself up for what seems like hours earlier, and he wants to feel his lover tonight.  Geralt normally pampers him, spending way too long stretching him, and he's more than open enough to take him like he is.  "Right, naughty," Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier hears the rustle of fabric behind him.

When he moves in again, it's clear Geralt has shoved his trousers down to his knees and his bare thighs hit the back of Jaskier's.  He whines and pushes back, but Geralt whispers something soothing and runs a hand down his spine a few times, grounding him.  As inpatient as he is for this, Jaskier settles himself somehow and holds still.

Only then does Geralt rub the leaking head of his dick against Jaskier's slicked up hole.  He wants to buck back, wants to bury his owner in his ass, but he waits for it like the good boy that he is.  After a moment of teasing, Geralt pushes past his rim, slowly sinking inside of him.  It's hard to think, hard to remember how to breathe, but Jaskier somehow manages both as he's filled so perfectly.

His face is wet, and he realizes he's drooling on the carpet.  With a whine, he tries to pick up his head, but that's the moment Geralt starts to fuck him.  He starts in short, rough thrusts, and Jaskier howls as he quickly gets used to the rhythm.  He feels wonderful, like he's so fucking full, and it's all he can do to hold his hips up as Geralt starts to drill into him.

And then there are no thoughts, only feelings.

Geralt fucks him harshly, nails digging into his hips and grunting as they move together.  Gone is his gentle lover, and in his place is a powerful beast of a man, working him over in the best way possible.  It's more than Jaskier had ever hoped for.  He cries into the carpet as his legs start to shake, hoping he can hold this position as long as his owner needs him to.  The bright sound of the noise bell attached to his collar fills the air, jostled with every slam of Geralt’s body into his.

He's an absolute mess, all drool and tears and whines as Geralt plows into him.  It's so fucking perfect he can hardly stand it.  His own neglected cock hangs ignored and heavy between his thighs, no doubt dripping pre-come all over the floor.  He has a brief flash of being forced to lick it up later, and it's enough to make him shoot off, coming with a shocked howl.

His legs finally give out, but Geralt holds him up, his thrusts stuttering as he chases his own release.  Jaskier's body goes limp, but his mind is blank, not a single thought floating in his normally busy head.

And then Geralt finishes, shouting as he fills Jaskier with hot bursts of come.  it feels like he's flooding him with it, like his belly will be heavy and full by the time he's done, and Jaskier whines at how perfect it feels.  There are lips on his skin, kisses shakily pressed between his shoulder blades, but Jaskier is too far under to respond.  He keeps humming, his mind pleasantly free of any weighty thoughts.

"My perfect naughty kitten," Geralt praises him softly, and Jaskier preens as the words flow over him.  

Nothing feels as amazing as being a good boy.

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[arctic-fox-network-faggot]

Want a hot tall dominant woman to shotgun me her weed smoke so she can get me so high so she can use my holes for her pleasure without my say.

Then she sees how wet I am and starts telling me how I'm such a good puppy for her. And she tells me that she'll give me a treat, which ends up being filling my hole with her cum after non-stop friction.

And then she keeps me on her lap to plug me up while she throws her tongue down my throat. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[pastelclovds]

Imagine if reader is completely okay with their s/o being a yandere. Like, the reader greets their yandere with a friendly smile after catching yandere throwing out the body of their co-worker who was a bit too touchy with them, and reader just tells them to not get dirty. Reader's friends are concerned about them being in a relationship with yandere, but they tell their friends that yandere is just very protective over reader and wants to keep them safe.

While reader and yandere are cuddling on the couch, yandere goes on to ramble about every little detail they love about reader, from the scent of their hair, to how soft reader's hands are. But soon the rambles turn dark and possessive, from yandere telling reader about how they would kill anyone who touch them or got in the way of their relationship, and the excruciating details of how they would end someone. And reader just kisses yandere on their forehead and just holds them closer. They tell yandere that no matter what, they would never leave them, and that they will always love them.

Yandere tears up and starts crying onto reader's shoulder. Now, reader knows that yandere is faking their tears, but they couldn't help but still comfort them. Crocodile tears or not, they hate seeing yandere upset. So they comfort yandere with soft kisses and back rubs, until they ask what they could do to make yandere feel better. Yandere smiles devilishly in reader's shoulder before bringing their face up to meet reader's, their sad façade back on. "Can you show me how much you love me?" yandere pouts "innocently" before their hand clutches onto reader's soft dick. Reader smiles warmly at yandere, "Of course."

-> part two

[draxua]

Yandere!Zenitsu is a freak, he's such a fucking loser.

He wants nothing more then for you to touch him. Do whatever you like with him just use him as a toy made only for your pleasure, please ruin him.

Hurt him, praise him, choke him, degrade him he'll let you do anything to him Claim him as yours, give him bruises and hickies all over his body. His body is your canvas, use your pretty nails to make scratches all over his body he wants to be covered in your art.

He's like an untamed dog, always wanting your attention, grinding himself on your thigh begging for you to touch him. He'll grind himself on your shoe any day. Panting like a dog with his tounge sticking out so happy his master granted him such a reward.

He comes so quickly on your shoe, coming undone before you, after just a few minutes of grinding against you.

Tears brim his eyes as he whines like a baby begging you for a sweet release. How pathetic.

Don't even get me started when you fuck him with your strap. He's so squirmish, he can never keep still always grabbing your thigh, even when you clearly told him he's not allowed to touch you. Slapping him, when he disobeys you making his pale cheek turn red, fucking him harder and more roughly then before whilst you pinch his nipples.

He whines so loudly when you play with his nipples, it always sends him over the edge making his mind get so foggy. He always cries when you slap him, his wet shiny lips pouting at the harsh contact. The pouting doesn't last for long when you're fucking him so sweetly.

His mouth opens so widely, drool sliding down the corner of his mouth as his eyes roll back blabbing absolute nonsense with whines and moans.

"U-uh huh huh ha ha hnnh h-ha"

And.

"Ffuck fuuuhck please please please please... oh fucckk.."

He's like a broken record, your name falling out of his mouth he can't concentrate on anything but the pleasure you're giving him. He's so so grateful a goddess like you would ever even look at an weirdo like him.

He wants to serve you at all times, he wants nothing more but to be a toy for you.Buy, him a nice collar with his name on it and he'll wear it with such pride. He'll be so happy you thought about him and spent money on such a gift for him.

Drag him around from his collar with your finger, he'll go absolutely insane. Put a leash on it and pull on it when you fuck him from behind, choke him, make him grab the collar desperately trying to cough the words up that it's too much. He loves it though, the lack of oxygen makes his head spin, panic rushing through his body making the pleasure intensify.

His shaking orgasm hits him like a wave. His cute plush thighs wobble so much he can't hold his body up anymore. His body goes limp, only the leash you're still tightly holding keeping up.

He whines so loudly when you continue to fuck him, let go of the leash and let his body fall on the bedsheets as you continue to harshly fuck him. Making his voice break and go higher with every thrust, till nothing comes out of that pretty mouth of his but sobs as you overestimulate him.

Yandere!Zenitsu will let you do anything to him, it's so fucking pathetic. What a loser.

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 <3