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Sweet Spot

Summary: You get a promotion at work, so Joel dresses you up and takes you out for dinner but you're hungry for somethin else

Warnings: no use of y/n, smut with the tiniest sliver of plot, established relationship, fingering, fingering in public, rough sex, oral (m receiving), spitting, a bit of choking, daddy kink ofc, degradation,

w/c: 9k (omfg) of pwp :)

a/n: I don't loveee this one but I've been sitting on it for three months and I can't get the image of freshly showered Joel out of my mind so. Here we are. Also the daddy kink as taken over, I cant stop and I'm NOT sorry!! Pls let me know what you guys think, your comments and love are the only things keeping me going. (also also, if you're someone who likes making edits for pics PLS message me I am desperate and really bad at making them)

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Joel is in the driveway leaning over the hood of his truck when you pull up to the house, fiddling with whatever new project he decided to start this afternoon. You’re able to catch a quick glimpse of his shirt riding up a bit, exposing an inch or two of the skin of his back before he hears your car and turns around. 

You pull into the driveway next to his truck and hop out as soon as you’re in park. The warm sound of Joel’s laughter fills the air as you squeal excitedly, running around the front of your car and into his outstretched arms. He pulls you close into him, his black t-shirt hot from the sun has he squeezes you tightly. He smells like motor oil and sweat and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t get you going just a little bit. 

“M’guessing it went well?” Joel asks when he pulls back, chuckling as he watches you bounce up and down on your toes. 

You’d been working on this presentation for your job for two weeks now, spending hours smoothing out every minor detail, giving mock presentations to Joel and staying up late worrying about how it’ll go. 

“Everyone loved it, Joel!” you nearly shout. 

“And guess what?” you ask, not giving him any time to respond. “I got promoted!” you squeal. 

Joel’s chest is about to burst with pride. 

“M’so proud of you, angel. You worked so hard for it.” Joel tells you, his voice soft and sincere as he holds you against him. 

“We need to get in the shower,” Joel says, turning away from you to lower the hood of his truck. “I’m taking you out.” 

—-----------

You sit on the edge of the bed with your towel wrapped around your waist, waiting patiently for Joel to return from the closet. It's no surprise when he returns with a bundle of black fabric – in his hands is his favorite thing you own: the lacey black 3 piece set and the thigh high stockings to match. 

He has a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with affection as he looks at you. With a soft smile in return, you drop your towel allowing it to pool on the bed around you as you expose yourself completely for him. 

“You’re so pretty, baby” 

Your ears perk up at the slight strain in his voice. You look down and grin, the outline of his half-hard cock clear as day under his black boxer briefs. 

“We’re never gonna make it to the restaurant” you laugh and move to stand up for him, despite wishing he would just give in right now and fuck you until you couldn’t see straight. 

But he just shakes his head with a chuckle as he takes your place, sitting on the edge of the bed with you standing between his knees.

“Yes we will, angel. And we’ll play when we get back, give you whatever you want…if you’re good” Joel promises, easily reading your mind. 

You huff dramatically as he picks out the garter belt from the pile and holds it up to you. He doesn’t say anything, just braces himself when you reach out and grip his shoulder for balance as you lift up one leg.   

He bends over, holding the belt open so that you can step with one foot and then the other. He then straightens back up, pulling the fabric up your legs as he does so. Heat pools in your tummy when you look down at him and see his brows knitted together in serious concentration as he dresses you. 

He does this all the time. The routine is committed to muscle memory at this point. 

It’s not that he cares about what you wear, he couldn’t give two shits as long as you’re comfortable. But the power in deciding what you’re going to wear underneath, or if you’re going to wear anything at all, gives him a rush. And he’s positively obsessed with being the one to dress you up in it, says it’s like “wrapping his own present that he gets to rip open later”. 

Goosebumps erupt all over your skin under his warm fingers. You feel so beautiful in these moments, with Joel so focused on your body inches away from his face, his eyes wide and his cock hard just at the mere sight of your exposed skin and the excitement of seeing you in whatever he picks out for you. 

He settles the belt around your waist, making sure all the edges are untucked and lying flat before reaching for the thong and repeating the process. 

“So fucking, pretty” Joel mumbles as he smooths the lace over your hips, adjusting the elastic so it stretches perfectly over your skin. Then he’s spinning you around so until you’re facing the other away, your ass on full display for him. He can’t help but press a kiss to your cheek before straightening out the back of your thong, his mouth watering at the sight of the thin strip of fabric disappearing in between your cheeks. 

Mindlessly, he reaches around to your front and slips his hand between your thighs. The tips of his fingers just barely brush over the lace of your thong but he can feel the heat of your swollen pussy underneath. 

 He sighs and wraps his other arm around your waist and pulls you back into him until his cheek is squished against your lower back, his scruff scratching lightly against your sensitive skin. His fingers keep dancing over you with minimal pressure behind his touch. 

“Joel,” you whimper quietly, already getting all worked up from his minimal teasing. He just shushes you and presses another warm kiss to the back of your hip. After a couple more seconds of light brushes he slips his middle finger into the side of your thong to find your entrance and immediately sinks it inside of you. 

You yelp in surprise, and reflexively try to take a step away from him, but he’s got you tight in his grip. 

“Just wanna feel you, baby” Joel mumbles against your skin, his beard tickling you and making the muscles in your lower back twitch. He closes his eyes, fully focused on feeling your wet walls flutter gently around his finger. His brow furrows and his mouth drops open slightly when he hears your quiet whimper, the sweet sound going straight to his already painfully hard cock. 

He doesn’t even mean to tease you most of the time. Sure, he loves seeing you get all worked up just from a few gentle touches and he adores watching you fall apart underneath him, collapsing into a begging mess for him before he’s even really done anything. But most of the time it’s a genuine need to touch you. It’s like he needs to have physical contact with your body at all times, serving as a reminder that you’re real, you’re here and you’re all his. 

He slides his finger out a few seconds later, much to your disappointment. But before you can complain, he spins you back around and stares you in the eyes as brings his finger up in front of you and gently pushes it between your parted lips. You allow him without any hesitation, and he watches you in awe as you lick and suck his finger clean of your arousal, his jaw slack and eyes dark and wide.

“Ain’t it sweet, angel?” Joel asks, breathless with amusement and lust. 

You nod and he grins before slowly sliding his finger out of your mouth. 

“S’a good girl, baby” Joel comments as he reaches for one of the thigh high stockings. His praise wraps around your heart and melts into your veins, just his simple words making you feel warm and floaty. 

You watch him as he bunches up the stocking at the foot, holding it open for you to step in before pulling it up your leg. He smooths out the lace edge and makes sure that it’s even all around your thigh before he fastens the clips of the garter belt to the top of the stocking. He does the same thing with your other leg before turning you around again and fastening the clips in the back. 

Joel turns you around so you’re facing him again and then presses a kiss to the top of each thigh. 

“Fuckin’ perfect” he sighs as he leans back and admires his work. 

You blush under his gaze, his eyes burning holes in your skin as he stares hungrily. He stands up after a few moments and reaches for the matching bralette, helping you slip it over your shoulders before fastening the clasps in the back. 

He looks down at you and tries to resist the urge to touch you again but he can’t keep himself away. And the small moan you let out when he brings both his thumbs up to brush over your nipples through the lace has him nearly giving in right then and there. 

You look up at him with pleading eyes, silently telling him that you’re not going to be good for much longer if he keeps this up. He stares back at you and thinks about pushing you, letting you act like a bad girl before fucking some sense into you. But he decides he wants to show you off first. 

“Go get dressed, baby” Joel instructs gently with a smile. “Pick something nice for me.” 

— 

You decide on a black dress, one that clings to all the right places while just barely concealing the tops of your stockings and the clips holding them in place. You finish getting ready in the bathroom, and when you walk back out to the bedroom, you nearly collapse at the sight in front of you.

Joel is standing in front of the floor-length mirror with his back turned to you. He’s wearing a simple outfit: black trousers with a black button down to match. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone and your mouth waters at the exposed skin of his thick neck and broad chest. 

It’s almost unfair how good he looks with his hair pushed back just slightly, the damp locks just starting to curl into their usual pattern as they air dry. Your heart races at the thought of tangling your fingers into the ones laying at the nape of his neck. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and he smirks as he finishes rolling up his sleeves until they rest perfectly at his elbows.

He then reaches for his rings – the ones you got for him as part of his birthday present earlier this year, the small gold bands that you insisted would look good on him – and picks them up from where they’re sitting on the dresser. And clearly you were right because when he turns to face you, you almost moan out loud watching him slide a ring down one pinky and then the other. He crosses the room towards you, your knees trembling as he shamelessly rakes his eyes up and down your figure. 

“Stunning” Joel whispers, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. His hands easily find your hips and he gently turns you around so you’re facing the mirror, your back pressed into his warm, broad chest. 

“I love you, angel. And I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, you know that right?” Joel asks as he wraps both arms around your waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder. 

“Yes, Joel, I know. I love you too” you giggle, easily flustered at his praise. 

“M’serious, baby. So proud of how hard you work, how dedicated you are” Joel starts, moving to nuzzle his face against your neck. “How smart you are” Joel continues, his lips brushing delicately over your sensitive skin. You melt so easily underneath him, relaxing into the soft glide of his warm palms up and down your sides as he whispers sweet words of praise into your neck. 

“And I bet you looked fuckin’ sexy doing it too” Joel growls,  his hands tightening on your hip. You let out a mixture between a sniffle and laugh and then feel Joel’s lips curve into a smile against your neck. He presses a kiss behind your ear and straightens back up and turns you around to face him. 

Joel’s heart turns to liquid when you look up at him through watery lashes with a wide smile. He smiles down at you and brings a hand up to wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

“Now let’s get goin’. I think my good girl deserves to be spoiled.” 

— 

Joel was back to teasing you as soon got in his truck and continued to do so the whole ride to the restaurant. He kept one hand on the wheel, using the other to slide up and down your thigh, occasionally fiddling with your garter straps or just brushing the lace edge of your thong with his fingertips.

And now you’re seated at a table in a dark corner of the dimly lit restaurant, and you can barely think straight. Joel had spoiled you with the most expensive champagne, far more appetizers than two people could possibly eat and a main course of delectable pasta on a plate bigger than your head. And of course, he looked devilishly handsome the whole night, and he knows it too, smirking and looking at you like he’s about to pounce across the table and devour you. Now you sat there with a full belly, but you were still hungry for revenge. 

“What’d your coworkers say? When they saw you got promoted” Joel asks as he pours you both another glass of champagne. You furrow your brows at his question, so far away from even thinking of that whole situation at work and so turned on that you almost completely forgot about the reason why you’re even here right now. 

You look up at his face, forcing yourself to peel your eyes away from the muscles bulging underneath his shirt as he sets the bottle back down. He has that knowing look in his eyes when you find them, his signature smirk thinly veiled with a sweet smile. 

Without even trying to answer his question, you slide down slightly in your chair. He watches curiously as you shift in your seat for a few seconds. Just as he opens his mouth to ask you what you’re doing, your warm foot presses against the crotch of his pants. 

He freezes in place. His hand visibly tightens around the stem of his champagne glass, and you can see the muscles in his jaw twitching. You fully expect him to push your foot back to the ground, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just leans back in his chair and spreads his knees giving you more room to work. He tilts his head and stares at you, a smirk creeping up on his lips when he sees the devious twinkle in your eye. 

You look back with a smirk to match and experimentally wiggle your toes against him. Your heart pounds in your chest when he narrows his eyes at you and slowly moves his hand beneath the tablecloth. You stop wiggling your toes when he wraps his hand around your ankle, the heat radiating from his palm to your skin like a hot iron through the thin material of your stocking. 

“Think about it, angel” he warns quietly. There’s a brief pause, where you pretend to weigh the risks and rewards, trying to decide whether to be good or bad. But your mind was made up before you even left the house. 

After a few seconds, you smirk back at him and press the ball of your stockinged foot against him. Joel chuckles and leans back in his chair again, watching you amusedly. He doesn't move, barely even flinches when you press a little harder against him and it’s infuriating. It's completely unfair how he’s able to literally bring you to your knees with a single touch but remains completely composed when you touch him. 

But what you don’t see is his heart hammering in his chest or the sweat starting to prickle the back of his neck. Truthfully, he had been just as turned on as you this whole time. Actually, he could feel the heat stirring the second that you told him about your promotion. 

He was barely able to hold back when he was picking out your lingerie for the night. He had to take a break in the closet, leaning against the dresser as he took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

And when he started dressing you, he could’ve come right there in his boxers at the sight of the garter belt sliding up your waist.  Then the ride over here, the smell of your perfume mixing perfectly with his cologne in the cab of his truck, his head going fuzzy at the scent that seeped into the fabric of his seats, a reminder of you that’ll stick around for a few days. 

And now with your foot covered in the delicate mesh of the stockings that he dressed you in pressing deliciously against his aching cock, he’s rapidly losing his self-control. 

But Joel is just as stubborn as you, not willing to give in so easily. 

So, he bites his tongue and suppresses any noise and tenses his muscles trying not to flinch. Because seeing you get frustrated like this was just turning him on even more. He’s about to say something but you see the waiter coming up behind him and immediately move your foot back to the floor and sit up straight. 

Joel exhales heavily, releasing all the tension he was holding. He doesn’t even hear what the waiter says, too busy admiring the flustered look on your face and the slight shake in your voice as you talk to the waiter. 

The waiter leaves after a few moments and you face Joel again with a mix between a pout and a glare. 

“What was the plan there?”  Joel asks, cocking his head to the side in mock curiosity while he secretly prays that his voice doesn’t crack. 

You don’t respond, just keep glaring at him as you shove your foot back into the shoe. 

“You were being so good, what happened?” Joel presses, each word drenched with sarcastic concern. He watches delightedly as you huff and cross your arms over your chest. 

“S’okay, baby” Joel says, his voice dropping half an octave. Your stomach flutters with excitement.

 This is exactly how Joel starts off every proposition and you can’t wait to see what he wants you to do next. 

Joel pauses and looks at you with an evil glint in his eye. You should’ve seen this coming from miles away. But it still slaps you in the face when he says it. 

“I want you to slip a hand under that pretty dress and touch yourself. Right here, right now.” Joel says so quietly that you barely hear him. 

Your breath gets caught around the lump in your throat and Joel just smiles at you. 

“Go on, baby. Since you’re so needy and set on bein’ bad” Joel encourages after a few seconds of you not moving. “Or we can get the paddle out when we get home?”

The threat of paddle was more than enough.

You glance around to see if anyone can see you like this. No one was sitting near you though, the booth you’re in provides a decent amount of privacy and all direct lines of sight to you are clear. With a gulp and shift down in your seat again and your pussy throbs, pathetically turned on as you slide your hand under the tablecloth and up your dress. You move slowly to slide two fingers into the side of your thong, just like Joel did an hour earlier. 

It’s no shock how wet you are, the lace of your thong absolutely soaked, your whole cunt swollen and slick with it. Your eyes flit up to Joel’s and he gives you a small, encouraging nod.  

“You’re soaked for me, aren’t you angel?” Joel asks. His voice is so calm and steady that you almost stop and get up to walk over to his side of the table and strangle him. You’re so turned on you can barely breathe, and you’re pissed at him for it. It’s maddening how he has you so needy and desperate for him that you’re willing to touch yourself in publicwhile he just watches.

You give into your temptations easily, working quickly to soothe the aching need that spreads across every single inch of your skin. You glance around again, making sure no one is looking before you ease your middle finger into your dripping entrance, your eyelashes fluttering a bit as you curl your fingers and press up against your g-spot. 

Joel’s head is swimming as he watches you finger yourself right there in front of him in this restaurant. Any moment someone will pinch him and tell him to wake the fuck up because there’s no way in hell that this actually happening.

His head is foggy, turned on just as much as you are. His cock strains in his pants, tingles rushing down his spine as he stares at you, biting your lip, your eyes barely open and your eyebrows drawing together as you try to hold back soft moans. 

He wants more.

“Faster.” 

You snap your eyes open and look at him as if to ask if you heard him correctly. The look he gives you tells you that you absolutely did. 

Well, you’re not gonna say no to that. 

Your teeth sink deeper into your lip as you heed his orders and start pumping your finger faster. You’re painfully aware of any sounds you make, whether it’s a moan clawing its way up your throat or the slick sounds of your finger gliding through your folds, you try your best to keep it down. 

Joel of course isn’t any help. 

“Don’t be too loud, baby.” Joel whispers before taking a large swig of champagne. “Wouldn’t want ya to embarrass yourself” 

You shoot daggers at him over the dinner table, but you don’t slow down. And now he’s stumped because does he punish you for being bad, playing footsies under the table with him and fingering yourself in public or should he praise you for being a good girl and listening to him. 

“Baby,” Joel starts, his voice tight in his throat. “Show me, I want to see.” 

To his surprise, you obey easily enough and slide your finger out from under your dress. You bring your hand out from under the tablecloth to present to Joel. His adam’s apple bob in his throat, swallowing thickly at the sight of your middle finger absolutely coated in your wetness, some of it glistening on your palm as well.  He nearly loses it when you spread your fingers apart, thin strings of your arousal stretching between your digits. 

“Fuck” Joel hisses. There’s a tingle of delight in your stomach as you watch him shift in his chair, finally starting to visibly crack. 

He doesn’t say anything else, just reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket to grab his wallet. He hastily pulls out more than enough cash and nearly slams it on the table before standing up. 

“C’mon” Joel commands firmly, extending his hand out to you. You blink at him, not moving a muscle otherwise. You don’t know why, something innate inside you when you’re around him, but even when you're inches away from an orgasm you still find room to be bratty. 

“And what if I wanted dessert?” 

Joel’s jaw clenches as he grinds his teeth together, the tendons in his neck pressing against his skin and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop the smirk forming on your face

“Angel,” Joel huffs. “Get up right now and I’ll give you anything you want.” 

That’s all it takes. Joel shakes his head when you immediately grab his hand and pull yourself to stand up. 

“Such a fuckin’ brat” Joel mumbles as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side. He practically drags you out of the restaurant, his grip tight on your waist and your heels clicking on the asphalt as you trot next to him to keep up with his long strides as he speeds back to the truck. 

Ever the gentleman, he opens the passenger door for you, keeping his eyes glued to your body as you climb inside. With you safely inside, he slams the door shut, the sound of your heavy breathing fills the otherwise silent cab of the truck as you watch him walk over to the driver’s side. 

You wait a few moments to see if he’ll say anything, but he just stares straight ahead, the muscles in his jaw flexing subtly like he’s chewing over what he’s going to say next as he shoves the key into the ignition. 

He backs out of the parking spot and leaves the parking lot without saying a single word. Meanwhile, you’re a mess sitting next to him, 

You manage to keep your mouth shut for one whole minute. 

“I was just following your instructions” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest with an exaggerated pout. His jaw shifts to the side but he doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even look at you. 

You sigh dramatically and glance sideways at him to see if he’s looking. But he keeps staring straight ahead. There’s a small part of you that realizes that this is probably all part of his grand plan to drive you up the wall, work you up until you can’t take it anymore. But there’s a much larger part of you that desperately wants his attention. 

“And isn’t this my treat anyway? Shouldn’t I be getting what I want?” you press, dipping into dangerous territory just to try and get a reaction out of him. 

Still nothing. 

The thought of slipping your hand under your dress again crosses your mind, but his earlier threat of the paddle quickly extinguishes it. 

All you can do is sit there with a pout etched into your face and ride the rest of the home in silence. 

You’re about to explode when he pulls into the driveway. He slides out of his seat and strides over to your side and opens the door. The fire in his eyes burns fiercely as you take your sweet time climbing out. He slams the door shut behind you as soon as you’re out and turns on his heel and quickly makes his way to the door. You groan and actually stamp your foot in frustration. It’s just not fair. 

You stomp towards the door, arms still crossed over your chest. 

“You said you’d give me anything I want” you call after him, recalling his words from earlier as you make your way inside. 

You barely make it through the door before he’s pushing you against it, using his whole body to keep you pinned in place. Your breath catches in your throat and your knees weaken instantly, all of your resolve immediately crumbling around your feet. 

He has one hand on your waist while he braces himself with the other one on the wall next to your head. His face is inches from yours and you can smell the sweet champagne on his breath and the cologne on his skin. His eyes flit from yours to your lips, his pupils blown so wide that there’s just a sliver of brown around them 

“I said if you were good” he hisses, his voice dangerously low. “What you pulled back there? That was bad, baby. Real bad.”

“You’re the one who told me to finger my-” 

Joel’s hand flies from your waist to your throat, his broad palm pressing against your windpipe while he squeezes either side of your neck with his thumb and fingers. Heat surges down your spine and settles in your lower abdomen, your aching sex throbbing pathetically in response. 

“Don’t you try to fuckin’ spin this on me, sweetheart” Joel snarls. 

Maybe he meant to strike fear in you, maybe try to teach you a lesson. But it’s exactly what you want. Joel knows it too – you can tell by the slight smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips in response to your small, breathless gasp. 

“Was just trying to be nice to you” he starts, his voice so low at the point you doubt you’d be able to hear him from any further away. “Try to take you out to a nice restaurant to celebrate and that’s how you repay me? Playin’ with me like that under the table and then actin’ like a spoiled brat all the way home?” 

You both know he’s playing up his part. These were all minor infractions at best. Both of you knew that. You had been in this position for much, much worse behavior. But Joel isn’t dumb, and he’s well aware of what you want - to be tossed around a little, roughened up and broken down until you’re a squirming mess.  And who is he to deny you of that?

You chew on your lip before muttering a small “M’sorry daddy” 

Joel’s eyes narrow even more, the hand on your throat tightening slightly as your carefully chosen words have the exact intended effects on him.

“No, you ain’t” Joel growls. “But you will be. Get on your fuckin’ knees.”

He drops the hand from your throat and takes a step back. You exhale the breath you were holding, and you stare at him as his hands fall to his belt. Just the thought of having him in your mouth has you nearly drooling. 

But you’re not done yet.

“No” you say plainly, crossing your arms over your chest once again. 

Joel’s hands freeze on his belt, his eyes burning holes into you as you stare right back, not moving an inch from where you’re standing. 

He raises one eyebrow slightly as if to say I hope I didn’t hear what I just heard but you remain silent and motionless. After a few long moments of complete silence, Joel chuckles softly, his hands falling to his sides in defeat. He gives you one more look and then shakes his head before turning around and heading towards the bedroom.

You’re about to call after him, ask him where he’s going, but his earlier threat of the paddle floats through your mind once again. That has you panicking nearly instantly. 

You watch in disbelief as he disappears up the stairs. Your legs feel as though they’re stuck in wet concrete, and it takes a few seconds to coordinate your mind and body to get you to move. You scamper after him, a cold sweat tingling on the back of your neck as you head towards the bedroom. 

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed when you walk in, in the middle of untying his shoes. You stand in front of him, arms behind your back and patiently wait for him to toe his shoes off. 

He kicks them to the side then looks up at you with a heavy sigh, like your behavior is causing him physical pain. You offer him a meek smile as he rests his palms behind him on the mattress and leans back, his eyes raking over your body as he does so. 

He doesn’t say anything, which you take as an invitation. 

You move to climb into his lap. He doesn’t reprimand you, but he doesn’t move to hold you either. 

You sit on your knees, your legs straddling his. You can feel him through his pants and your soaked panties, still hard as diamonds. That’s a good sign at least. 

“M’sorry, daddy” you say again, much more sincerely this time. You bring your hands up to fiddle with the collar of his shirt, avoiding his eyes as you wait for a response that never comes. 

“Just wanted to play” you confess quietly. Joel still doesn't say anything, but his eyes follow your hands as you start toying with the buttons of his shirt. 

“And you just looked so handsome tonight” you continue, undoing the first button. You wait again. Still no response. 

“Thank you for taking me out” you say as you undo the next button. 

“And for dressing me up” 

Another button. 

“Making me feel so beautiful” 

And another. 

You undo the last button then push away both sides so that his whole torso is on display for you. You stare for a second, fixated on the steady rise and fall of his broad chest, the soft curve of his tummy, and the trail of hair disappearing under the waistband of his pants.

He remains silent still as you place your hands on his abdomen and slowly slide them up to his shoulders before crossing your arms behind his neck. Finally, you drag your eyes up and look at him through your lashes. His gaze is soft and much warmer than you were expecting. 

“Promise I’ll be good.” you say, barely above a whisper. 

He gives you a half smile and brings a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip. 

“You want daddy to make you feel good? Want me to fuck you til you fuckin’ stupid” Joel asks, tilting his head to the side acting like he doesn’t know the answer. 

You nod vigorously and poke your tongue out to lick at the tip of his thumb, just for good measure. 

“Thought so” Joel says as he pushes his thumb past your lips. You suck on it eagerly and let him press down on your tongue, your clit twitching with desperate need. 

“Then why don’t you show daddy how sorry you are, and I might reconsider gettin’ the paddle out.” 

You immediately pull off his thumb and sink to your knees without any further instruction. You reach for his belt, deft fingers unbuckling the belt that you’ve undone so many times before, his button and zipper following soon after. 

He stops you there and moves to stand up. You sit back on your knees with your hands on your thighs and watch as he quickly shucks off his shirt, tossing it somewhere behind him. You chew on your lip as he pulls down the waistband of his pants and boxers, his cock bobbing heavily as he steps out of them. 

Your completely transfixed by it, the veins running along the length, the redden head and the drops of precum leaking from the slit. You don’t even realize you’re staring until he slides a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. 

“Turn around” he instructs simply. 

You have no reason to disobey at this point, so you do as you’re told, turning in the small space between Joel’s leg and the edge of the bed. He takes another step forward, backing you up into the side of the mattress. 

“S’this what you wanted, baby?” he coos as he wraps a hand around himself. 

“Yes, daddy. Always want it” you respond. You look up at him through your lashes, batting them for added effect. 

“Yeah, I know you do” he rasps, taking another small step forward. He rests the head of his cock on your bottom lip, smearing precum. You dart your tongue out to lick it up. 

He drags the tip of his cock from your lips to your cheek, smearing more precum on your skin and giving you a few light smacks for good measure. 

It’s degrading, and should be humiliating, but it just makes your head spin, the fire in your stomach rapidly growing as you open your mouth for him, giving him silent permission to use you however he pleases. 

He groans softly as he pushes past your lips, sinking into the wet heat of your mouth. He’s only halfway in when you gag around him, tears already pricking at your waterline. 

“Oh, you know you can take it deeper than that, angel” 

He places both hands on the back of your head, gently forcing you down the rest of his length. You let him, focusing on breathing through your nose as rolls his hips forward until he’s buried in your throat. You gag again once he’s all the way in, but he keeps your head in place, holding you there for a few more seconds, groaning as your throat convulses around him 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Got that throat fuckin’ trained” 

He pulls out, allows you to take a gulp of air before he’s shoving back in again. His hips quickly settle into a steady rhythm, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every thrust. You brace yourself with one hand on his thigh and you can feel the muscles working under your palm. 

“Spoiled little brat just needed daddy to fuck her throat, huh?” 

You hum around him in response, reveling in the feeling of his cock twitching against your tongue. He continues to fuck your face, completely unconcerned with the tears rolling down your cheeks and the spit leaking out of the corners of your mouth. He moves one hand from your head to your throat, his palm splaying across your windpipe. He tightens his grip just slightly, pushing against the bulge of his head buried deep in your throat. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, thrusting in all the way and staying there. “Love feelin’ myself in that tight little throat” 

The fire in your tummy burns with blinding heat at his praise. A dull ache starts to settle in your jaw as salvia slides down your chin and neck, more hot tears spilling over your lash line as you squeeze your eyes shut and try your best not to gag. 

“Take it so well” Joel pants as he starts to rock his hips again. “Fuckin’ made to take my cock.” 

The lack of air already has you feeling dizzy, and his words are only adding to the feeling. He’s not wrong –with him fucking your face like this, a strong hand on your head and the other wrapped firmly around your throat, it feels like your sole purpose in life is to please him, to be a toy he can use to make himself feel good. And you fucking love it. 

After one more strong thrust, he pulls out of your mouth completely. His cock is dripping with your saliva, a string of it connecting his head to your swollen lips. 

“Look at you” Joel coos. You look up at him through wet lashes. 

“Bein’ so good for me.” 

He moves his hand on your throat to your cheek, cupping your jaw as he wipes some of the tears away with his thumb. He then rubs it over your wet, glossy lips, and you already know what he wants next.

“Open” he commands gently, his thumb tugging down on your bottom lip. 

You obey immediately, your jaw hanging open and a smile pulls at the corner of your lips. You watch hungrily as he gathers the salvia in his mouth before he bends down slightly. He lets it drip into your awaiting mouth and you hum happily as the liquid hits your tongue. 

“Good fuckin’ girl” he rasps before spitting again, this time with more force. A small moan finds its way out of you as you keep your mouth open and let the warm liquid pool on your tongue until he gives you further directions. 

“Swallow it.” 

You do so happily, and he hums in approval before standing up straight again. He grabs his cock and guides it to your lips again. He allows you to take one deep breath before he’s pushing in again, his fingers now digging into your jaw, his other hand back on your head as he guides your movements. 

“Such a slut for it, aren’t ya?”

You nod the best you can with his cock filling your mouth. He holds you steady, giving a few well-measured thrusts down your throat before pulling out again, leaving you coughing mess below him. He looks at you lovingly as you gasp and try to catch your breath, your lips cherry red, matching the color of the rims of your eyes.

“Doin’ okay?” he asks, voice soft and gentle. 

You nod again and give him a dazed smile before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Good girl. Now stand up.” 

Joel reaches out to hold your arm as you pull yourself to stand on weak legs, your knees tight and sore from kneeling on the floor. But you couldn’t care less.

He uses both hands to hike up the hem of your dress, making quick work of lifting it up and over your head. He quickly discards it to a forgotten corner of the room before planting a wide, calloused palm square on your chest and pushing you down onto the mattress.

You land on flat on your back against plush mattress, your legs dangling off the edge. Joel reaches for a pillow, and you lift your head so he can slide it underneath. Your skin buzzes as you watch him take his place, standing at the edge of the bed between your legs. 

“So fucking pretty” Joel mutters as he smooths a hand down your front from the hollow of your throat to the tops of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He plucks at one of the black satin garter straps, letting it snap against your skin. It barely stings and you giggle and wiggle your hips in pure excitement. 

Your hungry eyes rake down his body before settling on his cock again, shiny from your spit as it bobs heavily between his legs. 

He starts working on undoing the clasps of the straps without preamble, letting you know that he’s not in the mood to take things slow, which you appreciate greatly. 

He has all four straps undone in a matter of seconds and tugs at the belt. You lift your hips, helping him to slide it down your hips and legs. The speed and carelessness he exerts as he pulls the fabric off your body is a stark contrast from how concentrated he was while dressing you in it just a few hours ago. 

With the belt out the way, he cups your pussy in his hand. The heel of his hand presses against your swollen clit through the delicate fabric of your thong, his fingers pressing firmly against the damp spot that’s been there since before you left the house. 

You whine, a high-pitched sound from the back of your throat. Joels eyes flick up from between your legs to your face, a wicked smirk curling on his lips. 

“Such a needy little pussy” he says darkly, pressing his hand further against your core. You roll your hips up and grind against his hand, chasing after the friction you’ve been craving all evening. 

But he immediately removes his hand and gives you firm smack instead. You yelp at the sensation, your clit tingling and pulsing. 

“Wanna hear you beg for it.” 

He drags his fingertips along on the edges of your panties, his touch featherlight and torturously slow. There’s a small part of you that wants to say no, that wants to argue with him, push him further, just to see what would happen. 

But you’re 10 levels above desperate for his touch. 

“Please daddy, w-want it so bad” 

Joel clicks his tongue and lands another light slap to your clothed pussy. You bite back another yelp and will your hips to stay still. 

“You know you can do better than that. Try again, tell daddy exactly what you want” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, well beyond frustrated at this point. You suck in a deep, steadying breath and exhale is slowly before opening your eyes again to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, and his jaw is tight as he looks back at you. 

“Want you to fuck me, want you so deep inside me that I can barely breathe, want you to be rough with me, make sure I can feel it for days, please daddy please. I promise I’ll be good, just – please I ne-” 

You cut yourself off when Joel digs his fingers into the lace of your thong, the sound of tearing fabric hitting your ears as he rips it off of you. 

“Joel!” you shout, sitting up on your elbows to look at him. 

He doesn't say anything, just grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. But you’re still stuck on the fact that he just casually ripped off your panties like that. 

“Thought those were your favorite pair” you mumble, looking at the discarded fabric sitting on the bed. 

“Shut up” Joel grunts as he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, steadying himself and lining up at your dripping entrance. “I’ll buy you more.” 

You’re about to say something back, but he slides in before as soon as you open your mouth, effectively taking your breath away. 

The stretch of his thick cock inside you as he sinks in all the way in one smooth motion is enough to wipe your brain clean. 

He stays still once he’s inside, his tip kissing your cervix. He curses under his breath as your walls spasm around him, already milking him for all that he’s worth.

“Always so fuckin’ tight for me. Perfect little pussy.”  

You let him maneuver you into position, one of his hands cupping the back of your knee, lifting your leg up to rest on his shoulder, both of you sighing as the angle pushes him just a bit deeper. He brings your other leg up but keeps it pinned to the bed with a strong hand on your thigh, leaving you spread open just for him. 

Without warning, he draws his hips back, sliding nearly all the way out before slamming back in. 

You cry out, your hands scrambling for purchase on the duvet. You’ve taken him countless times before. But he’s big. And no matter how wet or turned on you are, without opening you up first on his fingers, your walls are aching and tingling as he forces your body to mold to his. 

And it’s exactly what you asked for. 

He grinds his pelvis against your clit, his cock bumping into a spot that’s impossibly deep inside of you. You jolt at the sensation and reflexively try to scoot up the bed, your already overwhelmed body trying to get away from the intense feeling. 

“Oh, don’t run from it now” Joel growls, grabbing one of your hips and forcing you back down on his cock. “Begged for it all night, so I’m gonna fuckin’ give it to ya” 

“S-so much daddy, you’re so– oh fuck. You’re so fucking big” You whimper pathetically, your hands gripping the duvet so tight that your nails are digging into your palms even through the barrier of the fabric. 

“I know it’s a lot, angel. But you can take it,” Joel pants. “Can’t you?” 

You nod lazily against the pillow as he pulls out again.

“What’s your safeword” he asks, the head of his cock resting just a few inches inside of you, providing you with enough relief to answer. 

“Red” you whine. 

“Good girl. Do you wanna use it?” 

You immediately shake your head

“No.” 

“That’s my girl” Joel growls before slamming back in again, knocking the air straight out of your lungs. Your back arches with the feeling as he quickly builds up his pace. 

He fucks into you like it’s his last day on earth, fast and rough, just like you begged for. Just like he knows you need. Your whole body feels electrified while moans tumble freely past your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head. 

With your eyes closed, you don’t see it, but you do feel Joel’s lips pressing against your ankle that’s resting on his shoulder, lips warm and wet through the sheer fabric of the stocking that he never took off. 

“Little pussy is takin’ me so well, angel” Joel mumbles against your ankle “Feel so good wrapped around me, squeezing me like that” 

He starts a trail of kisses from your ankle to your knee, his hips not faltering in pace, not even once. The last of the stinging ache melts away as your walls stretch to fully accommodate him. He has an iron grip on your ankle, and his fingers on his other hand dig into the meat of your thigh, creating small purple marks under the smooth skin. The hot coil in your stomach is starting to tighten as you moan incessantly. And of course, Joel notices. 

“Get those tits out, angel.” 

You whimper underneath him and try your best to follow his instructions. Your arms feel like cinder blocks as you unclench your fists from the duvet and move your hands to your chest. You grab the cups of your bralette and tug them down, letting your breast spill out over the tops. 

Joel gives you a few words of praise that you can’t fully process. You already feel delirious, his cock quickly turning you into a useless, needy puddle underneath him. 

“Play with ‘em for me.” 

You do as your told and cup your breasts, one in each hand before gently tweaking your nipples with your thumb and forefinger. Joel gives you more indistinguishable praise as you let your eyes slip closed again, completely surrendering to the pleasure coursing through your veins. 

The hand that Joel has wrapped around your ankle slides down to the back of your thigh, pushing on your leg and forcing your knee into your chest and sending his cock even deeper. 

“Ohhh, daddy shit fuckfuckfuckk” you whine as the head of his cock nudges against the spot that only he has ever found over and over again, the same spot he finds every single time. 

“There ya go” he whispers as you start to squirm underneath him, your jaw slack and your walls fluttering around him.  “You gonna cum, pretty girl? Gonna make a mess on daddy’s cock?” 

You nod vigorously but you already know he wants more than that. 

“Want–” you try to start, but Joel’s hand landing on your clit steals your breath, a loud moan coming out instead. 

“C’mon, baby. Keep goin” Joel urges breathlessly, two of his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Sound so pretty when you beg. Look at me while you do it.” 

You groan and open your eyes again to meet his gaze. His chest is heaving with every breath, muscles flexing deliciously as he fucks you with everything that he has, pounding you further and further into the mattress. 

“Please let me cum daddy, M’so close –ah oh my god please let me cum please please please let me.” 

“You can cum, angel. Keep those eyes on me and show me how pretty you look when you cum on this cock” 

It’s only a few more seconds of him pummeling into you and his fingers drawing expert circles on your clit to send you over the edge.

You lock eyes with him and let out a long, loud moan as your orgasm starts to rip through you, your whole body trembling with pure, white hot bliss. He fucks you through it, on the heels of his own release as you shake underneath him, your warm, wet walls rhythmically clenching and fluttering so perfectly around him. 

“Gonna make me cum, honey” Joel grits out, his pace getting more and more uneven. 

“Inside” you manage to whine, still riding out the last of your orgasm. 

“Yeah, baby, I know. Gonna fill you up so good” 

One, two, three more thrusts until you feel his cock pulsing as he starts to spill his load deep inside of you with a loud groan from somewhere deep in his chest. He keeps fucking you, pushing his spend deeper and deeper inside of you until he he’s too sensitive to continue. He buries himself in you as deep as he can and stills. 

After a few moments, Joel straightens your legs out on the mattress then pulls out of you, moving off of you and flopping down flat on his back next to you with a heavy sigh.

Labored breaths are the only sound in the room as you both come down. You whole body feels like jell-o, all thoughts moving slowly through your syrupy head. You can’t help but giggle next to him, feeling positively euphoric after getting your brains fucked out of your skull. 

Joel turns his head to look at you. 

“What’re you laughin’ at?” he asks, a smile quickly spreading on his face. He rolls onto his side and props his head up on his hand. He wraps his other arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, despite you being dead weight right now. 

You look up at him, eyes hooded with a lazy smile. You try to think of something to say but all you can manage is another giggle, which makes Joel chuckle too. 

“You’re such a goose” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. 

“Thought I was a spoiled little brat?” 

Joel rolls his eyes and rests his cheek on his hand again, his smile still glued to his face. 

“Those aren’t mutually exclusive.” 

“So, I’m a spoiled little bratty goose?” 

“Mhmm.” 

You grin and scoot closer into him. 

“That sounds like a lot to handle” 

You squeal when he pinches your hip. 

“Tell me about it,” Joel sighs, lying his head down on the mattress and wrapping his body around yours. You smile like an idiot with your face squished against his chest, fully satisfied once again. 

Thank god you got that promotion. 

Thank you for reading I love all sm!!!

[jymwahuwu]

(Ignore this if this isn’t your thing)

I think about sugar daddy Yan jing yuan- man got money I know it I know he also prob has more then 2 black cards and lives in a nice home. He be such a sweet sugar daddy but also manipulative and sneaky too honesty. Yan sugar daddy jing yuan pays for EVERYTHING and I mean everything- bills? Done, high education degree?, paid for all the years you take, food? Done, shopping?- just know you can buy whatever you want with daddy money but you also have to get him a nice and cute pair of lingerie for him to see on you UwU.

And it’s not even thag hard for him too- he has the money and the status I mean- if the great general makes dinner reservation I just know the owner will literally be the one to physically be the host, take your orders, cook the meal themselves with their best chief, and serve it with the best personality and smile. Honestly it be no suprised you get the best views or the entire place is slightly empty bc of his status

Shops will absolutely bend over back for him when he walks around, if he ask if there’s a specific peice of lingerie set that they say it was out of stock- suddnly it’s there-

Always he makes sure your given the best in life UwU

He does all this with a few conditions that you have to follow. Each day 8 kisses, always hold him when in public, sit on lap when he’s in his office reading documents, and most importantly take his cock every hour 7 days a week. Yan sugar daddy jing is essentially molding you to a pretty wife for him.

don’t even think about ending this with him because you may see him as a only cash and sugar daddy but to him- your practically his girlfriend soon to be bride to soon to wife. If you do try all that money he given you will just be gone all of a sudden and your left with practically nothing. You’ll have to come back to jing since he always provides you so well.

Once you crawl back he’ll go UwU ofc baby one thing. And that one thing is he gonna fuking you Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday week- every hour, every minute, every second night after night sevens days a week (totally not a song reference 🫢) because after all that it so your too fucked to ever think you could just end things with him like that

You be play and be his pretty little wife and he will absolutely spoil you beyond your dreams. (Ik those dinner dates he takes you have to be SO NICE and these are def just mt extremes dreams to be his wife)

Thank you for writing such length of thoughts, it was a pleasure to read, sugar daddy jing yuan is something I have never thought of before because I was not interested... but 🫣 But this one is good, I added some background stories 😚💖

CW: yandere, non-con/dub-con, manipulation, abuse of power, fem! reader

You need money, really, you need this. You need to pay your bills, maybe it's an accident, maybe it's medical bills for your important person/pet, maybe you're too exhausted to meet those credit requirements, or some other reason. You move into smaller apartments again and again, eat fast food, and sigh while watching space TV. You need to move to a planet with more opportunities, but how? As you swipe your phone screen, a dating social media ad appears in front of you.

You hesitated for a while, but you still signed up, feeling a little nervous and apprehensive. You simply filled in the information. This application should be very popular. There are users from some cosmic species you have never heard of. The photo only shows a blurry profile of you. Out of place among all the pretty, confident headshots. The introduction simply states your hobbies, you… just want to do things like kissing, cuddling, and dating. Sex is the last step. You don’t think much about it for the moment.

A few days later. You're still going about your life, only getting messages from weirdos saying things like, "I want to cum on your face," "Can you give me a clear picture of your thighs?", "It's mating season on our planet. you can come here”. You always delete and block them directly, which is a bit frustrating. And you get another new message, but this time it's a little special.

Anonymous: hi

Anonymous: want to see a picture of my little lion? 🥺 she is adorable.

You: …?

And then you do receive so many adorable photos of his pet lion that your heart melts. You open a series of topics with this user. His profile picture isn't a real person either, but a picture of a kitten showing her belly to invite pampering. You gradually learned more about him and you felt relaxed talking to him, but of course he didn't forget to discuss...intimate things with you.

Then, the user invites you to meet to discuss more details, and even the cost of traveling through space is prepared for you. That is an electronic certification of a VIP ticket. The stewards of those spaceships bow to you and are concerned about your needs, preparing exquisite meals, blankets and pillows for you. You've never been so far away from your own planet and treated so considerately.

The arrival place written on the ticket is Xianzhou Luofu...?

You quietly search for information about this space civilization, and shyly imagine what kind of person "he" would be. After you got off the spacecraft, you thought about finding public transportation, but someone was waiting for you there and took you to the General's Mansion.

You: Wait...did you take me to the wrong place...

The assistant smiled slightly and left, leaving you standing helpless in the garden of the General's Mansion. The one you've been chatting with for months (the one who was even sending you uwu and kitten love memes last night)...is - one of the seven Arbiter-Generals of the Xianzhou Alliance. General Jing Yuan?

But you knew it was him as soon as the burly, majestic man with long white hair opened his mouth. When he caught a glimpse of you, his eyes like the golden sun lit up, and he rushed directly in front of you. He put his right hand on your soft hip and took you off the ground. "Baby, I finally meet you…" You squirmed, feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed, "You-you put me down first..."

"Oh… sure, my bad." After being reminded, Jing Yuan carefully put you down so that your legs could stand balanced on the ground. “We can’t kiss while I’m holding you like this,” he said before kissing your lips deeply. Your heart felt like a lightning strike, and you were frightened by such a meeting.

Is this normal? Is it developing too fast…?

The words and topics you prepared have no effect at all. After a luxurious dinner and confession (?), Jing Yuan carried you in his arms, entered the room and started caressing and breeding. You wrap your hands around his neck and stare at his sculptured, delicate face, his eyes flashing with some unknown desire. Those long white strands of his hair fell on your chest and tickled. Your legs were stretched out and were sore from being pressed by his balls and cock. The white seed kept flowing out unbearably, but you were required to keep your legs clamped around his waist to better receive the seed. Your lips parted, tears kept flowing down your cheeks, moans and cries were faintly heard in your throat, and your lower body was filled with sticky and loud pounding. The previous agreement (only kisses, hugs and dates) was ignored.

You have been living in the General's Mansion since then and have no plans to return to your planet. Once you have such a plan, Jing Yuan will plead with you with puppy eyes to stay, even though he has no intention of allowing this. Then as you describe, the general pays for all your expenses, even before you ask for them. There are no credit points in your bank account (you don’t know why it became 0, and the account was even canceled later…). You can only use the two cards he gave you. Now, even though you are thirsty while shopping, you use his card to buy drinks instead of your own money. He pampers you and you can buy any beautiful clothes, shoes, whatever you want. Of course, you must also carefully select a set of underwear before you finish shopping, spread your legs on the bed and wait for him, otherwise Jing Yuan will not reimburse you for those expenses.

Kissing him at least 8 times a day and holding his hand are still required, but asking you to be by his side all the time is a bit too much, even though Jing Yuan wants that too. He is considerate and knows that you need some time to yourself, enjoy your hobbies and rest. If you want to listen to music, read a book, have a party, exercise, shop, watch a movie, just do it. As long as you don't take too long and can come back to him every night, Jing Yuan won't mind. Sitting on his lap while he reads papers is a perfect plus. You need to warm his cock, comfort him, or hide under his desk and service him for hours. Once Jing Yuan returns to the General's Mansion, it will be the beginning of a long night.

You've tried to change and leave him, but that ultimately failed. After all, you can't open a new bank account right now, and no bank in the galaxy would. There is no way to buy a return ticket...

If you do try to leave in a situation like this, you will only find that returning to him is the only way. Jing Yuan has to punish you a little and put you on the bed to start the sex marathon. When the general had to go to work, you were placed with an electric dildo the same size as him, bouncing and squirting until you learned your lesson and married him. You will be trained to be a pretty little wife, snuggling in his arms, forgetting that you just wanted to pay the bills.

Maybe you should ask him about the purpose of downloading this app in the first place. Jing Yuan is smart, but he won't lie about this. He wants you, wants to love you, and wants you to be his spouse for the rest of his life.

[blackdollette]

MY SECOND EURO REQ TODAY !! okay so euronymous in all of his sexy glory is ofc... a metalhead. but his girlfriend is all bubbly, dumb and pink. bimbo ofc. but one day theyre going to a party and his gf had a lil plan 🤭 she puts on some black latex thigh high heels, a rly short black latex skirt that shows off her ass and her black lace thong perfectly and one of his bands tshirts but she cropped it so it shows off a bit of her underboob. and shes even got his corpse paint on 🤭 and hes like hard as a rock the whole drive to the party and when they get there and her black lipstick is smudged against her white paint and her ass is hanging out even more feom the skirt riding up.. he drags her to a room and fucks her hard with that little skirt still on, pushing her against a wall and letting her black tears stream doen her white painted cheeks 🤭🤭 (i got carried away mb...)

ive been waiting for someone to ask for smth like this!!

"wearing a tight dress." | euronymous

white dress. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1118

contents: p in v, unprotected sex, creampie

you were his dumb little baby. your outgoing, bubbly, and clingy personality went against everything that he was. but something about that dynamic made you two the best couple. he carried you around like a cute little handbag, and you couldn’t be happier following him to all his concerts, parties, and all that.

he had gotten invited to a basement party. there would be drugs, booze, and all of his favourite things, and you couldn't miss the opportunity to join him. he hesitated about allowing you to come, but he couldn't resist that look you gave him. so here you were, getting ready for the party. euronymous banged on the bathroom door. “hurry up in there! we’re gonna be late if we don't leave now!”

“just a sec!” you called out, finishing the last few touches on your makeup. you took a step back and looked at yourself in the mirror. you took a deep breath before opening the door and walking out of the bathroom. “let’s go.” you brushed past him, but he grabbed you arm and looked you up and down, eyes wide.

he looked like he had just had the wind knocked out of him. you were wearing shiny thigh-high black boots, a tiny little latex black skirt that complemented every curve of your hips and waist, fishnet stockings, one of his t-shirts that you had cut really short, showing off the bottom of your tits, and to top it all off, one of his leather jackets.

you had done your hair and makeup too, and he was absolutely breathtaken. he loved you to death in your usual style, but seeing you like this took it to a new level. you had him completely wrapped around your finger now. he would run into a burning building just to buy you mascara. he couldn’t speak. he stammered as he tried to get a single word out, but he was completely stunned.

“c’mon, euro. we’re gonna be late.” you said in a slightly mocking tone. you started walking to the door. he wiped the drool from his chin a followed you out, staring at how your ass moved the entire time. you got into the passenger seat with him trailing behind you. he couldn't get over how you looked. he had fantasized about this too many times to count and here you were, making all his dreams come true.

he got into the driver’s seat and started the car. while he drove, he stole occasional glances at you. you were sitting with one leg on the seat, exposing your tiny black thong. euronymous could’ve died right there. he looked at your soft thighs in the fishnets. he wanted to have his head in between them while he sucked you completely dry.

your tits looked so soft and perky, just begging to be sucked and prodded at. and your sweet little pussy that he could just barely see through your thong… he got so lost in his thoughts that he nearly ran into another vehicle. they angrily honked their horn at him, but he just flipped them off. a few minutes later, you arrived at your destination. 

you could hear loud music blasting from inside the house. you exited the car and started walking toward the house with him walking behind you like a lost dog. his heart, soul, and mind had completely surrendered to your beauty. he caught up and rang the doorbell, taking another quick glance at you.

your ass was pretty much exposed in that tiny little skirt. he just wanted to put his hands all over your body and mark you up so that everybody knew you were completely his. once you were let inside, all eyes were on you. everyone had gotten used to seeing you all dolled up and innocent-looking that this could've easily been a fever dream.

you had everyone under the same spell that you put euronymous under, and he didn't like it one bit. he dragged you into the nearest bedroom and pinned you to the door, kissing you deeply. he pulled away, panting and his face flushed red. he backed up and looked at you once more, his entire body shaking. you had never seen him like this before, but you weren’t complaining.

he seemed… nervous. like he was in the midst of a goddess. you pulled him back to you by his shirt and started kissing him once again. he pinned you to the door again, picking you up and squeezing your ass. you wrapped your legs around him as he unbuckled his belt and let it drop. he had been fighting a raging boner since he saw you walk out of your bathroom, so he was seriously looking forward to getting some relief.

you wrapped your arms around his neck as you felt your pussy starting to drip with desire. he moved his fingers to your pussy, rubbing your clit through your thong and feeling your wetness dripping through the thin fabric. he moved his mouth to your chest, licking the part of your tits that were exposed. 

he started whimpering into your chest. “you look so fucking sexy tonight, angel… wanna fuck you so bad… ” he was drooling all over your tits, his cock already swollen at the tip and bubbling with precum. he tore off your thong and pushed his cock into you, making you both moan loudly. his hands were under your ass, moving you up and down on his cock.

sex with you two was usually very rough, but euronymous seemed to be struggling to keep up that expectation. he was whimpering the entire time, telling you how much he loved you and mumbling things that you never thought you’d hear him say. the room filled with the sound of skin slapping together, your moans, and music from the other room.

both of your makeup was smudged, making a mess on eachother’s faces. he never wanted this moment to end. he didnt know if he’d ever be able to see you this way again. it didn't take long for him to spill all his cum inside of you. it leaked out of your pussy and dripped down his balls. he usually lasted so long, but you were messing with his head in ways that he couldn't understand. 

he continued the abuse on your pussy until you were crying, begging for him to stop. and unlike every other time you begged, he listened this time. making sure that you were ok and apologizing for cumming inside of you without telling you.

it was clear that seeing this side of you had changed something in him. and he hadn’t been the same ever since.

author's note: i have a whole lot of requests to get through (not going in order.) so ill try to get them all out as soon as possible :))

[miupow]

Since I’ve been gone for a little I’ll leave u a thought ofc with perv guy:3

Perv bf gyu who get so hard anytime you wear short shorts or any type of skirt like it could be knee length and bro would go crazy but he has a favorite one that barely covers yours ass man gets so shy while asking you for help too like so whiney 😪

Sorry this is kinda bad ur beloved 🖍️-

AAAAA 🖍️ ANONIE MY BELOVED!!! pervy gyu is so top tier in every way <33

i truly am on the side for leg and thighs man beomgyu.. idk he likes long legs and thigh thighs and tiny skirts and shorts and thigh high socks and stockings hehe i think he really is such a stockings guy especially ><

my god pervy bf gyu when u wear an itty bitty skirt and thigh high stockings!! baby boy can’t concentrate on anything cept how ur thighs squish when you sit down n how ur tights cut into ur plush thighs so yummy~~ literally drooling like a dog over some legs hehe

he either gets so jealous and nasty or so whiny and subby when you dress up for him absolutely no in between!! like throat fucking you in the bathroom cos ur “dressed like a slut” when you’re out with his friends vs him nearly in tears begging for you to touch him cos he got so hard just from looking at you~ <3

[wingless-cupid]

Ok but Vincent in a over bust corset and stockings. Guy and/or Geordi in a cute babydoll (Geordi is genuinely flustered while Guy flaunts it for Honey). Sam in an under bust corset, laced tightly. Thigh high boots, with matching laces, aaaall the way up. Ofc, wearing a cowboy hat.

You have given me brainworms. Help.

I think about Guy in any kind of lingerie and immediately go crazy. Cause in my head Guy is super soft. Big chubby man. And I think that's so hot.

Also it's illegal I have yet to see Vincent clad in deep red and black frilly fabrics and sexy corsets with thin silver chains and red crystals adorning his body...

Sorry. My demons.

I'll be taking inspiration from these btw maybe I'll draw some of the guys in whore clothes next valentines day or smth as a treat

[sillydumbdoll]

Because you seem so so pleased to tell the world about all the things that make you needy:

Long socks, thigh-high stockings, or fishnets?

Skirts - Flared to show off what's underneath or tight and restrictive?

Panties - Something innocent, something pretty, something slutty, or nothing at all?

Finally, what are you wearing at the moment?

I love telling everyone my weaknesses!!!

1. Thigh high stockings! They r so pretty and look good on my shape! I have big thighs and I like the way they squish :)

2. Flared skirts! They make me feel pretty!

3. Innocent and pretty! Something with a tiny bow in the front, maybe a lace trim, pink or white, maybe a cute pattern but full/almost full coverage. It makes me feel so much cuter to have a cute innocent little pair of panties, ofc slutty panties have their time and place too tho! I barely have any cute/pretty panties tho…I only have ugly plain panties then sexy panties/thongs 😡

4. Nothing at all

[noa-ciharu]

Fuukam and Seisub with #2 of Domestic life, because I think it'd fun to watch whatever happens (from a safe distance)

Ahh the disaster wedding ask. I've written crack fic about seisub wedding before so I'll write script for fuukam here. It starts right after last page of X

Kamui needs to realize his true wish, one he repressed since very early childhood - to be a trophy wife. Since Fuuma has no money to buy a ring, he'd get down on knee and lick Kamui's hand; why put ring on it when you can put tongue on it? Duh. Ofc Yuzuriha, Aoki and Karen saw all of that perversity and put hands over Yuzuriha's eyes to shield her innocnece from horny homoerotic courtship. She pulled their hands away. Poor Aoki the only straight married man had 3 heart attacks when he saw what youth these days are like.

Subaru gave them his blessing so that was more than enough in Kamui's eyes to accept the proposal. Something something, what happens when your therapist need army of therapists on his own. Also Fuuma promised to finally have unprotected homoerotic courtship battle in bed so curiosity and hormones got best of Kamui. Just there won't be any bed since all hotels are destroyed. Oh well...

Apocalypse is officially canceled because antichrist Fuuma is too busy arranging wedding. Unfortunately as whole Tokyo is flooded they have no options but to hold a wedding on top of Tokyo Tower. Everyone is invited but seeing how World almost ended that everyone is just Seals, Angels and dreamgazers. Yes Hinoto has to be present to see how her preordained dreams about final sword battle on Tokyo Tower are taking on a quite metaphorical and perverse form. Both sides of her want to die now. Kanoe is also there to sponsor Kamui's wedding dress. He said he wanted to be a bride after all.

Seals see said wedding dress and forbid Kamui from wearing it. There'd be no horny jail strong enough to keep Fuuma back, they say. Why should he hold back, Kamui responds. At that point seals wonder if it would have been better if World ended instead. So Kamui is put in his school uniform as security measure. Fuuma arrives in school uniform as well since he's high school dropout and unfortunately can't afford anything else. Including honeymoon, which would also take place on top of Tokyo Tower

Sorata, Arashi, Karen and Aoki gift them visit card for divorce lawyer. Yuzuriha gifts Kamui cat ears and a tail. She really has no idea where that tail goes. Fuuma smirks for 20 mins. Yuuto, Kanoe and Satsuki gift them 100 packages of condoms and lube. Fuuma thanks them for month worth of stocks. Kakyou refuses to gift them anything. Understandable. Subaru heard microwave is most standard gift so he hands Kamui a microwave. Kamui plans to use it as stool later on when sharing wedding vows so Fuuma won't crank his neck when he has to kiss him. Little does he know standard ceremony is to lick instead of kiss. And laying instead of standing

Of course noone in their right mind would be a priest on wedding between twink Jesus and an kinky antichrist so Fuuma fetched Seishirou from another dimension to be a fake priest (trc!Seishirou ofc). Anything to see another version of Subaru he says. But when he saw obsessive Subaru that won't get away from him, has his eye and killed another version of him, trc!Seishirou started rethinking his not so genius idea. He took too many shots of vodka to wash uneasiness away.

Kakyou didn't want to attend but since he's in wheelchair question of attendance isn't his to decide on really. So Fuuma brought him over. Kakyou saw his dead crush's brother holding onto arm of Sakurazukamori's clone and begged to be tossed into water below. Instead Fuuma gave him front seat to wedding ceremony. Right beside Yuuto and Kanoe planning how to make wedding as homoerotic as possible. Something something, wedding garter belt has to go as up thigh as possible.

Wedding ceremony started by Fuuma pinning Kamui over altar. Standard procedure, priest says. Drunk fake priest asked if anyone has any complains about couple getting married. Before anyone had a chance to protest Fuuma reminded them kindly that getting married to Kamui means he'd be too busy to kill and destroy so Seals really had no option. Sorata still shouted how he can't keep it in his pants for even a minute. Ofc that's basically an invitation for being kinkshamed which Fuuma couldn't resist. Let's say crowd learned alot about dominatrix. There's no other, all seals have to get waisted to survive the night. Dragons of Earth however, they're having a blast. Yes, including drunk Sakurazukamori!Subaru who is trying to persuade trc!Seishirou into having wedding ceremony of their own. Also there's no food at wedding, just alcohol. Noone wanted to cook for their wedding since fuukam is everyone's NOTP. Maybe except Subaru's but he does know how to cook anyways. Kanoe was too busy preparing kinkiest wedding dress ever.

It's not the "you may kiss the bride" but "you may lick the bride". Which Fuuma does. Everywhere. Aoki reminds him how there are kids present but Satsuki tells him to shut up and don't spoil her show. Seals had to bring tranquilizers and tasers to pull Fuuma away from Kamui before all clothes were taken off. Fuuma read everyone's wishes - they all wished to die. But he was too busy planning his to molest Kamui. Not that Kamui minded, he was secretly sulking Seals pulled him to his side. It was his wedding and he couldn't even get homoerotically pinned to the wall and licked! So he took a chance to sneak out to Kanoe and asks her where she put that kinky dress. Yes, he puts even garter belt on. Satsuki says he put it wrong and it has to go higher.

10 mins later Kamui emerged in wedding dress that had same amount of material as your mini sized towel. Fuuma loses it. Immediately he proclaims no wedding can happen without garter belt tradition.

Wedding ended immediately because Honeymoon started early.

[ofmadsle]

HALLOWEEN 2017: DEMON CHEERLEADER

Why choose between a big tiddy goth gf and a cheerleader when you can have both? Be careful, I might hex you 🔮😈✨

[demuradonna]

friendly reminder hilda is dressed as a forest fairy. uwu

[blackdollette]

I saw cc-luvr’s post about feminizing Danny so basically just have Danny wear cute little clothes maybe a humiliation kink him just being dolled up and looking like a sweet princess 🩷🩷

danny my sweet baby.

"you've never looked so beautiful." | dan cooper

off to the races. - lana del rey

reader x dan

contents: use of sex toys, slight humiliation

imagine...

one day accidentally finding out about dan's secret desire to be feminized sometimes

he wanted to be dolled up, wearing short dresses and skirts, stockings, and thigh-highs

and you were obviously super supportive of this

you went out and bought him pastel coloured maid dresses, stockings, and all the accessories he could ever imagine

and you loved seeing him like this, especially when you saw how easily he got flustered

sometimes you would take him out shopping for sex toys, making him wear the clothes that he bought you

he would get so embarrassed walking out in public like that

but you knew that he loved every minute of it

and he'd be so shy too

whenever he knew people were looking at him, his whole body would heat up

there was something that he loved about being on display for people, especially you

and when you got home after shopping, you and him went to town

you tried out every single toy that you bought for him

he would be so whiny the entire time

and he would cum so many times, completely ruining his clothes

and ofc you would punish him for that by making him cum 10x harder

he'd also let you braid his hair to match whatever he was wearing

he absolutely loved this treatment, especially when you gave it to him

i feel like he'd spend hours looking at how good he looked in the mirror

and his love for you grew even more for being so loving toward him the entire time.

author's note: i honestly didnt rlly know how to turn this into a whole fic, so i hope yall enjoyed reading a bunch of my thoughts on this. i love dan so much <3

[g0lden-diety]

Omg I loved your Hawks reaction with the sexy costume! Could you do other characters? Like Dabi, Fatgum, ect.. ?

Me reading this request:

The way I YELLED😩

Ok, lets do this‼️

✎ᝰ┆ Dabi

Ok, lets start with our favorite Menace to Society

So, in a costume, here are the things that he would probably think are hot and/or sexy:

Black

Leather/latex

Tight-fitting

Either exposing some stuff, or barely covering shit

So it's Halloween, and the League want to cause chaos

What better time to do it than Halloween?

Dabi ain't even wanna go chile🙄

He just wanted to stay at the base, smoke a couple blunts, fantasize about railing you into oblivion, eat some snacks, go to sleep

Toga eventually convinced him to let her put eyeliner on him and smudge it to stay true to his edgy persona

Dabi’s just sitting at the barstool, waiting for everyone to get finished getting ready

Homeboy does a double take when he sees you coming down the steps and a black, latex leotard-like thing with ripped fishnet tights, black , goth platform boots with a latex/leather black trench coat with the collar popped (giving very much dominatrix)

Lets not talk about how the leotard is unzipped at the top a little, your cha-cha bingos up and at ‘em (that was so corny I’m sorry😭)

You got on silver necklaces, rings, earrings, dramatic eyeliner, blood red lips, and a silver chain belt

Dabi stares a little harder than normal, and will not refrain from landing a smack on dat ass

He’s wayyyy more touchy, arm around your waist, hand on your ass back, standing way too close to you (like uh, you’re in my bubble tf)

JEALOUS DABI JEALOUS DABI JEALOUS DABI

Man oh man, any guy that looks at you funny you could swear Dabi’s eye twitches before he turns them to ash

Constantly pinning you up against walls and whispering dirty shit about how good he’s gonna fuck you

After he says that you ready to GET TF…ASAP

“Shiggy hurry this shit up, I got shit to do!”

“Be patient!”

“Bitch fuck you!”

So y’all are wreaking havoc, and you’re into it, using your quirk n being flashy, fighting and flipping people over

Guys, gals, and non binary pals are looking at you, lust in their eyes, and Dabi wants to live up to his mass murderer label

Some idiot decided to harass you, touching your ass and the emo toaster oven snaps

He takes your wrist (after you broke the harasser’s hand, ofc) and Dabi can’t hold it no more, he grabs you, the both of you breaking away from the rest off the group

He picks you up and slams you against the alleyway wall, completely unzipping your leotard, ripping open your fishnets, and slamming his rock-hard dick into you

“Yeah, you liked all those bastards starin’ at what’s mine, huh? You like makin’ me fuckin’ jealous, yeah? Well this is whatcha get, so take it,”

Sinks his teeth into your neck as he rams into you at an almost inhumane speed and force, laughs at the few tears running down your face, and slightly heats up his hand to brand you

He nuts in you, holding you there so you can cockwarm him, humming in the crook of your neck as your body shakes against him

“You’re mine, n’ mine only, understand? “

Definition of fucks you like he hates you

The exhaustion from all your energy being drained from Dabi got you, so he ended up covering you back up, carrying you over his shoulder

✎ᝰ┆FATGUM

Ohhhhh my god

He’s so flustered it’s not even funny

He’s trying his best to respectful

Y’all aren’t going anywhere, it’s just for the festivities of Halloween

Poofy Mini -skirt, sweetheart top, sweetheart platforms, tight thigh-high stockings with thigh overspill and garter, pigtails (do with that what you will)

Has been hard the whole night but doesn’t touch you out of respect

You call him in the kitchen because of an “accident” and he instantly runs to the kitchen because he’s worried your hurt

Oh boy , was he wrong

Your sitting on the counter, leaning on your side with whipped cream sprayed across your chest

Taishiro is S H O O K

Face goes redder than a red velvet cupcake

Uh, s-sugar? D-darlin’, your a little-uh- exposed,” covering his face, but taking occasional glances

“I made a mess, Taish, could ya clean me up?”

You gasp as his warm tongue trails up your chest, lapping up the whipped cream while his eyes are stuck on you

“Don’t you worry honey, I’ll take care of you”

Kisses up your thighs and eats you out so sweetly and sensually you almost cry

Sucks on your perky nipples while gently thrusting into you, careful not to hurt you

“You’re so beautiful, my pretty little sweetheart,”

Aftercare KING

Runs you a bubble bath, supplies you with cuddles, snacks, and blankets while you’re on the couch watching scary movies

✎ᝰ┆Aizawa

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Uhhhh…out?” You mumble through Aizawa’s restraints

Does not let you take a step towards that door before you’re wrapped up

It’s so dark in the house, he doesn’t see your costume, but when you step foward, it’s like a sluttier version of his hero costume

Black crop pullover with front zipped almost all the way down, black cargo pants and utility belt (waist is giving very much Aaliyah)

Knee high black boots and the yellow goggles hanging loosely over your chest

You were looking for Aizawa’s restraints to just borrow, but you couldn’t find them so you decided to leave without them

That is, until Aizawa popped out of nowhere

Truthfully, Miruko was having a Halloween party, so you were quietly trying to leave because Shouta was asleep

“So…you’re telling me… you thought you could just leave looking like that… and expect me to not wanna fuck you senseless?”

LIKE SIR WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU???

He’s dragging you upstairs, tossing you on the bed, and next thing you know, you’re naked

Aizawa has your hands tied over your head, and he’s holding them into place with one hand as he’s pounding into you✨missionary style✨

He’s planting little kisses on your jaw while he’s whispering dirty talk in your ear

He’s quickening his pace, and just when you’re about to cum, he stops, making you whine

“You don’t get to cum unless you beg for it, kitten,”

It’s the punishment for me

✎ᝰ┆Enji

Sexy Cruella De Vil costume sexy Cruella De Vil Costume sexy Cruella De Vil Costume

So there’s a Halloween-themed hero gala going on, and you and fire man were invited

While Enji didn’t wanna dress up, you did

“Y/n, hurry or we’re going to be late!”

“Oh, calm your blowtorch Enji we’ll be fine!”

Cue the sexy trombone jazz sound

You had on a tight, long spaghetti strap black dress with a super high slit, white, fluffy, fur coat, red stilettos, red, silk, elbow length gloves, vintage cigarette holder

Your hair was half white and half black, styled in old Hollywood curls, red lipstick, expensive necklace, just looking fine asf

Enji’s eyes are WIDE OPEN

The way you strut over, your heels clacking against the floors as you grabbed the keys and pressed them firmly against his chest, your hand running down his suit jacket?

LAWD have mercy he’s eyes are you the whole night

But so are everyone else’s

See, you’re sitting at the bar area, talking to one of your colleagues, Enji’s eyes are burning (not literally) a hole through you

You notice and you laughed at one of your colleagues jokes, lightly smacking his chest as you hiked your leg up on the stool, revealing your red, lacy , thigh garter

“Alright, that’s it,” Enji mumbles to himself as he gets up and grabs you by the arm, dragging you out to the car

What does he do?

Breeds you in the backseat of his Rolls Royce (all Todoroki men have a breeding kink don’t @ me)

Lipstick is slightly smudged, but nothing you won’t be able to fix

Your sat on Enji’s lap the whole night, and there totally aren’t lipstick marks on his neck👀

✎ᝰ┆Present Mic

I have a raging headcannon that Mic is a diehard Aaliyah fan

So when you dress as her in her Try Again music video he is head over HEELS , 29x more in love with you than he was before, and his heart was swelled with love for you

Mans audibly says “WOWZA!” (Just to make you laugh)

You went to a Halloween party thing, and you guys were just dancing and vibing the whole night (you were channeling your inner Aaliyah, and killing it on the dance floor)

He has heart eyes on you all night, and he’s constantly touching you, holding your waist, major pda finatic

By the end of the night, you were tipsy, singing random Aaliyah lyrics and stumbling tryna do her dance moves

“Say yes or say no, cause I really— need somebody, ‘Zashi, are you that somebody?”

He just laughs, picking you up princess style and carrying you to the car

Since you can’t really function that well, Zashi gives you a bath, and gets you to bed

✎ᝰ┆Shigaraki

He literally stops playing his game when he sees you

Your costume is based on The Purge ( that Kiss Me mask, black bralette with an oversized white, bloodstained bomber jacket, low-waisted, leather pants with a silver chain belt, and black combat boots

You haven't pulled your mask down yet, so you a messy, black smokey eyes, purple-reddish lipstick, silver rings, silver chains, silver clips in your braids, y’know, looking all sexy and dangerous

“What?”

Looks you up and down, staring at your bloodstained chest a little to hard

“Im going with you,”

He goes to the Halloween party with you, which happens to be at a club

Shiggy has his hoodie up, watching you with a careful eye while you swung your bloodstained bat around, having the time of your life

He doesn't even wanna be there pls

“Hey. Let's go, I don't wanna be here,”

He refused to leave you around a bunch of creeps so yeah

You, obviously drunk: “awww, c’mon puddin’, live a little,”

When you call him Puddin’ it's like something in his goes off

Instantly dragging you to the bathroom to plan on scolding you

“Don’t call me-wait, why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re sexy when you're angry,”

Man's goes RED

Instantly gripping you up

“You’re lucky I’m not dusting the clothes off you right now,”

Do it, pussy

Throws you over his shoulder and carries you out of the club

You know the headcannon that gamer guys have big dicks?

Yeah, well Shiggy’s a gamer, and he knows how to use it

✎ᝰ┆All Might

Omg I'm laughing so hard rn😭

He's literally next to you staring straight ahead, eyes wide, hands squished in between his thighs, trying to hide his boner, refusing to look at you out of respect

“So...nice whether we have today, isn't it hon’?”

“Toshinori, you know you can look, right?”

He's like an icicle, just sitting, looking ahead

Once he looks at you ✨poof✨ Small Might

His face is a cute shade of pink and he's cleaning the blood from his mouth, trying to be discreet about looking at your protruding tits

Once you sit on his lap and softly guide him to look at you, oh my GOD he's flustered 😩 hands in face, rambling, trying to keep cool while you pepper his face with kisses

Soon, he just buries his face in your chest, snuggling your boobs like pillows while you tease him

Very VERY respectful (until you give him access to ravage you for looking so good, then it's like Uhhhh Symbol of Peace? More like Symbol of destroying this pu-)

✎ᝰ┆Miruko

Playboy bunny costume. That's it. Send Tweet.

So, Miruko’s having a Halloween party and it's jumping, people dancing, drinking, having a great time

So Miruko's talking with Hawks and all of a sudden, she sees you, black bodysuit/leotard (whatever its called) black fishnets, black red bottoms, the cuffs, the bow tie, the black bunny ear, and a cute little white bunny tail

The bunny hero literally has heart eyes for you

“My cute little bunny, look at you...lookin’ all hot,”

She grabs you by the waist and leans down to your ear

“I might have to take a trip down that rabbit hole later”

“RUMI CHILL!”

Hands are on your waist the whole night while you guys dance

Her eyes are trained on you the whole night, giving very much ✨prolonged eye contact✨

When your talking to someone who gets a little too friendly, she comes up behind you, staring right at the person, and leaves a hickey on your neck

✎ᝰ┆Midnight

Oh lord, the woman is ON YOU

So flustered and whispering how good you look in that latex mini skirt

Whisper all sort of FREAKY STUFF in your ear

“You look so beautiful tonight baby, I just wanna tie you up in a cute little bow...as a matter fact, we’ll do that later,”

NEMURI KAYAMA PLS HOLD YOUR HORSES

Any person who gets to friendly? Uses her quirk to put them alseep

Either that or makes out w/ you right in front of them

Not gonna say much, just gonna say you discovered some new kinks that night 👀

[dollwritesarchive]

𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 ⎹ 𝓜.𝓜.

fandom marvel / the defenders masterlist / violent delights au

featuring dark!matt murdock x bunny!reader

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning this is a dark fic, but only because the au is dark. this one is surprisingly soft. manipulation suggestions. daddy kink ofc.

summary Matt plays dress up with a docile Bunny

word count 1.1k / mini musing

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

bunny in wonderland writing event

“Who’s the prettiest girl in the world?”

“I—am?”

“Say it.”

you’re sheepish at the thought of even fixing your lips to make the syllables. timidity has your digits picking at the felt of the stuffed rabbit sitting on the floor between your extended legs. they were littered with faint, yellowish green bruising and even a scrape on one knee. too much time on them, you deducted. a hello kitty bandaid covers most of the scuff, but you know it’s still there. “I am the prettiest girl in the world.” you mutter, toying with the stuffie’s fluffy ears; your wrists were tied together with a pretty ribbon that would’ve been easy enough to destroy, but you didn’t try. he’d brought the toy home a few days prior, and you’d fallen in love with it. the first thing that was truly yours in his home was a gift because you’d been good lately. no runaway attempts. no crying. you’d even started kissing him back again. Matt would call it improvement, but maybe it was brainwashing. you couldn’t be sure anymore. did it really matter?

“Say it again.” he whispers against the shell of your ear. he had to hunch forward to do so, as you sat between his legs, but he takes a moment to run his fingers through your tresses, gathering them together and pulling them to the back of your head.

you nibble on your lip. “I am the prettiest girl in the world.” you repeat, and feel him peck your ear, pleased.

“Look at yourself in the mirror, and say it again.”

you’d been avoiding the mirror. maybe you didn’t want to see what Matt Murdock had turned you into, but he was no longer giving you a choice. once he’s cinched a ribbon around the ponytail, he’s reaching around to hold your chin, angling your countenance towards the mirror on the opposite wall. you could always close your eyes, but decided that was an unnecessary fight waiting to happen. he would know. somehow, Matt always knew. instead, you allow your gaze to fall over your frame. seated on your butt, you appear a glass doll left on the floor instead of carefully set back on her display. he’d swaddled you in a top that had to be two sizes too small, cropped above your navel and breasts together and up towards the dipping neckline. a silky skirt lay in shimmering ruffles around your thighs. you had the distinct feeling that, once you stood up, it wouldn’t cover very much at all. a skimpy pair of crotchless panties made of the same, soft silk would be on full display, and offer little protection if Matt wanted to bend you over at any given moment. your eyes fall lower. creamy thigh high stockings are bunched at your ankles, and your feet were stuck into the highest pairs of Mary Jane’s you’d ever seen.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” you say again, now starting to believe it, eyes flickering back up to stare at his hand. in contrast, the calloused, rough extremity looks bizarre against your angelic face. his thumb resting dangerously close to your glossy lips that smell and taste of cherries.

“Yes you are. And you’re all mine.” he purrs, running his thumb along the corner of your mouth. then, he leaned back in the chair. “Stand up for me, Bun.” you do so carefully, gripping the little rabbit in the crook of your arm, placing your hands on his knees for balance as you get to your feet. the chunky heels made you feel like you were walking on stilts, and you wobble slightly, but Matt only chortles. “I won’t let you fall, sweetheart.” somehow, you knew that to be true. Matt spreads his legs, and pats the seat between them. “Right foot.”

the shoe is heavier than you thought, and your balance wavers. you never were particularly graceful, and maybe that’s why Matt chose a pair of heels he knew you wouldn’t be able to run away in. you lift it, uncertainly, but Matt catches your ankle as soon as it’s high enough and guides it to the chair betwixt his thighs. svelte digits slowly unfurl the bunching of ivory nylon, feeling around for the hem before pulling it up over your knee. he leans in as he does so, lips grazing the side of your calf, careening over your kneecap. “Good girl.” he praises, smoothing the silicone band over your thigh. his fingers linger there, dancing along the inside of your thigh. you can tell by his hesitation that he wants to give in and push his fingers into you, the warmth from your core tickling his digit tips. you’re surprised that he doesn’t; Matt hasn’t exactly been one to restrain his lust for you since the abduction, deciding instead, that he can have whatever he wants whenever he gets the hunger for it. today, he doesn’t. his jaw tightens, pads of his fingers caressing your silken skin, before they trace the shape of your leg all the way down again, and grasp your ankle to ease it off of the seat. “Left foot.”

the same treatment.

every soft kiss on your leg adds more flapping wings to the butterflies in your tummy, and you find your hands resting on his shoulder, gripping his shirt, nearly unwilling to let go. you didn’t want to. why didn’t you want to?

“There we go.” he hums, pleased, and his hands glide upwards. you expect them to delve under your skirt and go straight for your exposed cunt, but they don’t. instead, they shape the flare of your hips, find your waist, and grip there, pulling you down to sit on the space between his thighs. your butt comes in contact with the seat, your back resting against the warmth of his chest. he sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder, and you watch him in the mirror. his fingers hooking together around your belly like a safety belt, one to keep you from going anywhere at all. “All done. My precious, little plaything. Soft and obedient, just like you’re supposed to be. Do you like your new clothes? Daddy picked them out special for his favorite bunny.”

you stare at yourself, at the outfit you never would’ve picked. it was the complete opposite of anything you wore before you met Matt, and yet you’re surprisingly… happy with it. surprisingly content to look less like a human and more like a day dream. soft, but corrupted. you nod, hugging the rabbit close, and he plants an open mouthed kiss on your cheek. “Say ‘thank you daddy’.”

you actually smile. your eyes mostly staring into nothing, not an inkling of defiance on your countenance, none of the rebellion that had been there before was left. and you smile. happy to be his. “Thank you daddy.” you tilt your head to the side, and he kisses along your neck. the sensation is so soft and sweet that it almost didn’t even feel like him. “Thank you for making me pretty.”

[trashpandakay]

Support Gaming - NakedToaster x Reader

Hi yes me again with more BP smut because I have no control fsjkdfhd

Next up will be nightowl and Quest because ofc I’m writing smut for all of em!

Story’s below the cut because it’s so long!

You and your boyfriend Toasty have been together for a little over a year since the two of you had met on the Blooming Panic Discord server. You loved the man dearly, from how flustered and shy he could get to the way he smirked when he got you to act the same. Every day with them had been bliss since you two had decided to move in together. The only problem was that a lot of the time when you wanted to get intimate he seemed to only have one thing on his mind: FFXIV. At first you thought it was cute that he got so focused, he couldn’t pay attention to anything else at all. However now you were feeling a wetness between your thighs and you needed him desperately. As he was going through a raid with xyx, you decided to tease him a little. Maybe that would get him to pay attention to you finally.

You went into your closet, changing into a short skirt and low cut tank top with thigh high stockings. If this didn’t scream “fuck me”, Toasty was hopeless. 

As you returned to the gaming room, you approached the blonde from behind his gaming chair, gently rubbing his shoulders.

They glanced behind, pulling his headphones away from his ear. “Do you need something babe?”

You smirked, shaking your head. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. I’m just going to help a little, is all.”

He turned around fully in his chair while turning off their mic for a moment, his face heating up as soon as he saw your outfit. “D-dressed like that?!”

“Well of course silly. How else would I be able to be proper support?”

He hid his face, arousal already starting to show through his sweatpants. “I guess that’s fine…”

You grinned before gently brushing a bit of his blonde locks away from his neck, leaning forward to place a tender kiss right in the sensitive spot. He bit his lip, trying not to moan into his microphone. You smirked, taking the time to leave a few bites and kisses down to his collarbone. They sighed softly as you lifted their shirt, leaving more kisses down their chest and stomach, stopping just above the waistband of their sweatpants. 

As you glanced up at them, you could see them beginning to unravel a little, no longer fully paying attention to the game even though you could hear xyx on the other end of the headset telling Toasty off.

“Earth to Toasty? Pay attention or we’re going to lose! Why are you so off your game today?!”

You giggled as you slipped your hand under their waistband to their boxers, pulling the pants down while exposing their erect member. “Maybe you should focus a bit harder on the game babe. I don’t want to be the reason that xyx hates you forever for losing the fight.” You smirk, giving the tip a slow lick.

He shuddered in pleasure, biting their lip to suppress another moan. “God you’re really going to be the death of me, Y/N.” They whispered, a bit of desperation in their voice.

Toasty continued to play their game while you slowly licked your way up and down his shaft, trying desperately to keep quiet. He would never admit it but this was extremely hot. Maybe they’d return the favor one day while you’re playing one of your games. As you took him fully into your mouth, he nearly gasped directly into the microphone. Gotta be more careful there, Toast. Can’t be too obvious…

You hummed in satisfaction, proud of how quickly he was unraveling for you. Soon he would be an absolutely flushed mess, begging for more of you. They were never really the type to be too dominant, but you were hoping that with all the teasing something would snap within them. As you began to bob your head up and down his length, he bit his lip hard, trying to hold back a melody of moans and gasps. Over the headset you heard xyx complaining that Toasty had once again crashed into a wall instead of hitting an enemy followed by asking if they were alright.

They cleared their throat and mustered up a quiet response. “Y-yeah I’m fine. Sorry, Y/N just came into the room so I got a little distracted.”

“Jesus mate, why don’t you just say you saw her and got flustered? You’re literally such a simp!”

He huffed. “I am not, xyx! She just…wanted to know if I needed a snack.”

“You are truly a horrible liar, Toasty. Better not end up in court or you’re sure to be charged with perjury!”

“Whatever! Let’s just finish this up. I’m getting tired anyway-” He quickly coughed to cover up the low groan about to escape their lips when a particular flick of your tongue makes their cock twitch in your mouth.

You could feel your panties starting to dampen more. Perhaps it was from pleasuring your partner or maybe even the fact that they were trying so hard to be quiet while on call with their friend but it was lighting a fire in the pit of your stomach. You reached down to rub at your clothed sex while continuing to pleasure them.

He licked his lips a bit while trying to keep his breathing even, wanting desperately to just sit you on their lap and have their way with you. Why did you have to tease him so much? It definitely wasn’t fair. They would have to make a mental note of this later to enact revenge. 

His thoughts were once again interrupted as you slowly slid him out of your mouth, glancing up at him with a mischievous grin. Before he could react, you were seated in the tall gamer’s lap, your wet panties pressed against their dick.  They tensed up, a tiny gasp managing to escape their lips. You started grinding against them slowly, leaning forward to kiss their face and neck. They grunted in annoyance, really wishing that the game would be over sooner. You were doing a number to them and all they wanted was to fuck you senseless at this moment. He took a deep breath, gripping his controller a little harder when he felt just how wet you were against him. 

“There we go Toasty! We did it all thanks to my stellar fighting skills.”

He grinned, a dash of pink on their cheeks. “Sweet. I’m gonna be AFK for a few. Be right back.” He turned his mic off, taking the headset off of his ears and looking at you with hunger in their eyes. “You’ve been teasing me this whole time. Now it’s my turn to have my fun.”

Before you could even respond, they lifted you up to them, carrying you over to the couch and laying you down with them on top of you. You let a moan escape your lips as they peppered your neck and shoulders with kisses. You felt your face heat up as their fingers danced up your inner thigh, just before the panty line.

“Wow Toasty out here being dominant for once. I kinda like this side of you. Usually you’re a squirming mess instead of me.” You commented, a small smirk on your lips.

They scoffed, giving you a slight eye roll “Don’t tease me like that! It’s not my fault that you’re good at what you do. I just like to admire you sometimes.” With that, his fingers dipped under your panties, gently parting your folds to rub at your clit. You gasped as you pulled them into a heated kiss, your fingers getting lost in their golden locks. They moan into the kiss before inserting a digit into your tight hole, earning a loud groan and a sudden buck of your hips. You were their plaything now and they were going to be sure you knew that. 

They started thrusting into you, adding another finger to stretch you out more. You let out a melody of moans and gasps, lifting your hips up to feel their touch more. They grinned as their thumb grazed your sensitive bud. “What do you think, Y/N? Are you ready for me?”

You nodded, knowing full well that you would not last much longer if they just kept teasing you like this. You wanted to cum with them. No, you needed to cum with them. With one more thrust of their fingers, he pulls them out of you, licking them slowly. “God, you taste so good. I can’t wait to fuck you.” They made quick work of both of your clothes, leaving them in a haphazard pile on the floor. 

They lined their tip up with your tight wet hole. “I know, I’ll be gentle to start.” You squirm and groan as they slowly penetrate you. Toasty was a lot bigger than you had first thought. Must come with the height. Once he is completely inside you he holds it in that spot until you tap him to let him know he can start moving. They start at a slow pace, a low moan leaving his lips as he thrust into you. “God y-you’re so tight. It feels so good Y/N…” You clench a bit, already starting to feel that all too familiar pit in your gut. How were you supposed to last long when they always treated you so well? 

They groaned as they started to quicken their pace, gripping at your thighs for better leverage. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in a bit closer. He reached a hand up to lightly play with your breast, gently pinching and rolling your nipple as the thrusts became rougher. He was obviously starting to get close again. All that teasing certainly worked you both up seeing as that familiar pressure was starting to build more in your stomach as well. “T, I’m getting close. I want to cum together if that’s alright.” You moaned at him. 

They cursed under their breath, their face bright red. “Of course Y/N. Cum for me babe.” He continued to thrust into you, their other hand reaching down to play with your clit. You screamed out in pleasure as you felt your body tensing up. You saw stars while you rode out your orgasm, Toasty not far behind as they came deep inside you. You both started panting, both of your cheeks flushed. He slowly pulled out of you, gasping. “Fuck I needed that. You spoil me far too much, Y/N. I really do love you.”

He helped you both clean up before returning to his headset, realizing that he never actually turned the mic off when he heard xyx on the other end.

“You know how to mute yourself, don’t you? I had to send Cat to the other room because of both of your lewdness. Next time warn a man before you’re going to make him listen to audio pornography, yeah?” The Aussie teased.

[ashiemochi]

ASHIE YOUR MIND MAKES MY HEART GO BOOM SJSJWBWIW also omgomg what do you think Leon's dirty fantasy is? Does he fantasize about having sex with you while other people are in the room? Eating whipped cream of your nipples? GETTING PEGGED OR SOMETHING IDK I WANNA KNOW YOUR THOTS ON THIS ZJSBSJEBWKEND

HSHAHAHA THIS MAKE ME SMILE LIKE AN IDIOT OMF ILY!!💕💕 in my eyes, Leon is a hella passionate lover but he'd have his kinks👀

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!

in regards to getting another person in the bedroom, it'll need to take a lot of convincing. another person is a no no. leon is hella private when it comes to making love to you and he'd like to keep it between you and him. three some with a girl tho? he'll be more open to it BUT ONLY if you're 100% into it. still, he wont put his dick in her because to him, it's yours only and during the deed, he'll constantly glance over you to make sure you're okay with it along the way.

lil kinks would include, some food like whipped cream (dairy free for his lactose intolerance), drizzling chocolate on your chest and stomach, dripping ice down your spine, hair pulling (not much), and spanking (HECK ton but only when it's during rough sex)

DIRTY FANTASY IS🥁🥁 ROLEPLAY!! NOW HEAR ME OUT-

this man used to be a cop (for like one day- even less,,) and he will never admit that he had fantasized having you (or himself) in handcuffs, bent over the table and teasing you with a well cleaned and lubed baton. he loves using his hands and feeling you himself, like pinching your nipples to make you whine more or toying with your clit all whilst having his fingerless gloves on because he made it his top priority ever since you mentioned that it was unbelievably attractive sexy.

he'd include toys but not anything too major. a vibrating wand to get you to drool, he wouldn't get a gagball because he enjoys your sounds and begs for him. it's sir for him and baby for you in regards of nicknames in bed.

so like, imagine if roles were switched and you finally made him cum after edging him for HOURS. Leon would be panting heavily, hands cuffed behind his back, legs parted with cum drenching the sheets, dripping from his semi-hard cock. his cum was even on his thighs and abdomen (abs ofc, he's got a washboard for abs). you were in a skimpy, slutty officer outfit. your shirt was off, leaving you in a black bra, black pencil skirt that was a bit too tight, black stockings and your high heels were discarded on the floor.

"well, mr. kennedy," you breathed out with a smile and instantly picked up on the way his dick twitched slightly at your voice, "you've served your sentence and took the punishment very well. i think you deserve to be let go, hm?"

Leon raised a questing eyebrow at you, lips parted for air as he ticked his chin towards you, "what about you? you didnt get to cum."

you blinked at him before taking the chance to torture him more, "oh, you're correct," you slipped off the pencil skirt then sat down in front of him with legs spread and your hand went down to gently rub your wetness through your thin black panties.

"keep your eyes on me then and ill make sure to give you a great show." you teased as his eyes bore at your hand, fingers glistening faintly already and then he scoffed and you tilted ur head at him.

"you should've really checked these handcuffs," Leon brought his arms forwards with a grin. your heart sank to your stomach at the sight of the broken in half walmart handcuffs.

oh fuck, you thought, and you teased and edged the fuck out of him the entire night.

Leon picked up on your nervous but excited look in your eyes, submissively accepting your demise. a kinky but amazing demise. In one swift move, he grabbed your ankles and tugged you towards him and you gasped when he easily towered over you with a tilted grin.

"it's against the law to falsely impersonate a cop, angel," his hand was already heading to your soaking core, "guess it's time for your own punishment~"

[moonchildstyles]

https://disturbedlolita.tumblr.com/post/694686624372654080

imagine angel wearing this and harry plays with the bows on top of the thigh highs or puts his hand inside the top and later when they go home she keeps them on during 🥸 bc he likes them so much

-🩰

STOP:((((((((( like her dress is long enough that it covers the top bows and everything but as soon as he catches a glimpse of it in the car he’s obsessed from that second on putting his hand on her thigh and playing w the bows and pushing her dress up until he’s getting his hand under the actual stocking and just being all touchy and feely I’m literally SO 🥸🥸🥸🥸 and OFC she keeps them on when they go home and they’re 🥸 so the bows are on Harry’s shoulders when he’s between her legs or around his hips when he’s taking care of her I feel inSANE🥸

[stellaricwriting]

tw // blood stuff

Oh yeah mumbo 100% has a thing for blood, especially vampire mumbo

You let him bite you and suck your blood? Dude's ecstatic! You let him do that while you're having sex as a way to relieve him from some stress? He's over the moon! Just giving a small bite that's deep enough to draw blood and seeing it slowly run down your shoulders/neck/chest drives him WILD. And if you moan when he does it? Be ready for SO many hickies and bite marks to the point your neck that covered and smeared a little bit with your blood (if you consent and let him ofc he is a gentleman)

Also I BET if he goes a bit rough and actually does give you a bunch of deep bites, he will be such a gentleman after and clean you up, letting you get down from the high as he takes his time and eases the pain. Aftercare with him would absolutely BANG DUDE he's so sweet with you

mumbo has always struck me as someone who really, really values aftercare, both for his partner and for himself. for vampire mumbo i think that value doubles. he's so aware of his strength, of how utterly easy it would be to hurt you, and he wants to be prepared for anything, just in case.

(his control is phenomenal, the only time he'd ever hurt you is when he meant to, but that doesn't quell the little anxious voice in his brain)

every time you involve blood in your relationship, be it by letting him feed from you or in sex, or hell even both, mumbo has a whole stock of health pots, regen pots, salves, lotions, ect ect ect....

and it comforts him! because my god does he love how you look all covered in blood and needy for him. he loves biting you and feeling you shiver and try not to squirm, but ultimately fail. he loves watching blood drip down your skin, smear over it.

his favorite places to bite you, ranked: inner thigh. neck. wrist.

there's absolutely nothing like eating you out until you're a brainless mess, and then biting deep while you're distracted. he'll probably touch you while he drinks because "it makes it taste better"

(this is a lie, he just likes you how sound)