#cw slapping

[quarterlifekitty]

You know the praise/degrading chart you made? So stay with me now kitty, stay with me bestie

Slapping Ghost in the face while riding him, holding his chin with force BUT praising him for it

I think he would cum & discover things about himself at the same time

I’m with you bestie we are holding hands rn

cw: slapping, breath play/choking, violent imagery/threats (I made reader kinda fuckin crazy lol)

Ghost is no stranger to the sting of your palm on his cheek. He tells you not to go easy on him, and you don’t— sometimes his vision nearly goes white. Between that and your hand on his throat and your cunt strangling his cock, he’s somewhere in the precipice between this world and the next.

“Don’t fuckin’ pass out on me, Simon. You wanna be good for me, don’t you? You’re always so good for me.” You let go of his neck when the thrum of his pulse in his ears gets so loud that his eyelids flutter.

“Wann’ be good,” he grunts, a surprising propensity for human speech considering he feels like a beast beneath downpour, near drowning in his own rancid pit— that fetid, pulsing mound of weakness beneath his sternum begging for love.

Your fingers trail up the column of his throat to grab his chin, forcing his attention on your face.

“You’re not just good anymore, Simon. Not when you’re with me. You’re perfect. If any other man tried to come near me, tried to fuck me with their raw cock, I’d gore them. Guts turned to garland.”

And he knows you would.

The roiling tempest burns beneath the weak skin of his belly when you speed up.

“You’re perfect and I want you inside of me all the time. You fit me perfectly. I want your everything, god— I love you. Cum right now, cum inside my pussy please you beautiful fucking man—“

He cums so hard he feels like he’s gonna throw up. You follow close after, grinding against him harshly until he can feel the squeeze of your insides on his sensitive cock.

When you lay next to him a few moments later, skin sticky and hot, he’s staring at the ceiling like it owes him money. Since when do his hardest orgasms come from feeling loved?

[muldermuse]

still thinking about being billy’s younger hookup. based on this post.

cw: choking and slapping (also tagged)

you meet him at a dive bar after he’s had a lonely evening of whiskey. he knows he should ignore you, try to turn a blind eye to the tightness of your dress and how you’re looking at him- desperate for some acknowledgment from him. he murmurs a ‘fuck it’ under his breath and offers to buy you a drink. he knows you’ve ordered a whiskey to try and impress him- notices the grimace on your face as the amber liquid slides down your throat

there’s still at least two mouthfuls left before he invites you back to his

you’re all over him the moment you walk into his place. his mouth tastes of whiskey and cigarettes; his tongue hot and heavy in your mouth. he can feel the sticky residue of your lip gloss on his moustache. every time he pulls off for breath, you’re grabbing his shirt and pulling him back to you. he gets hard when he hears you whimper when he grabs the fat of your ass. has to take a breath to calm himself down when you moan as he slaps your ass

the sex is mean. he’s calling you a dumb whore and feeling you soak his fingers at the insult. he knows he needs to pull back, you’re too young and pretty to be creaming his thick fingers at this old man treating you like shit. but you’re eating it up. he swears he’s made you cum easily because he’s being mean

he slaps you and watches a flash of arousal cross your face. “was that nice, love?” he asks as he presses his hand to your throat- you choke out a “yes, sir”

he bends you over his bed and fucks you as hard as he can. with each thrust into you, he feels the stressors of his life fading away. you’re begging him to use you, you whimper out a “use me like a toy, sir”. you soak his cock as he pushes your head firmly into the plush of his duvet. you ask him to cum in you, promising that you take the pill- you haven’t even finished your sentence before he cums deep in you.

you feel too good pulsating around his cock for him to regret his decision

he goes to smoke in his back yard, trying to figure out how to ask you to leave him when he gets back into his bedroom. when he walks back into his room; you’re fast asleep. snuggled in his dark sheets and looking peaceful- despite the red marks he caused on your cheek and your throat. he crawls in next to you, smiling despite himself at the warmth of your body against his

in the morning, you’re gone and you’ve left your name and number scrawled on a letter. he discards it in a drawer, swearing to himself that he will never be in touch again

he breaks after 10 days and calls you. he buys you a whiskey that you pretend to enjoy and then you suck his cock in the bathroom stall; he cums over your pretty face when you call him daddy

:)

[arkhatype]

I’ve said it on multiple occasions, but Shidou loves a woman who wants nothing to do with him — the looks of disinterest, the acting as though he’s not even there, and the not at all subtle eye rolls.

It sends chills down his spine, but he wants more from you.

So when he runs his mouth a little too much the feeling of your palm crackling against his cheek has his him reeling because this is it

There’s no longer a look of disinterest marring your face, but a look of absolute, feral rage that has his cock hardening in his pants which you can feel since his body is pressed flush against yours and later that night as he looks down at you with a crazed look in his eye he says something along the lines of “I always want to hear how mean this mouth can be” as he spits on your tongue and watches you swallow it down

[stunie]

endo slapping you when you've been acting bratty </3 <- love that little freak so bad

ENDO YAMATO X F!READER! — nsfw ﾉ explicit smut ﾉ mild + subtle warnings for cw slapping, cw biting, cw choking, kinda ooc

“Ah, you fuckin’ brat. I know you heard me. I said suck, not bite.”

His eyes flicker to the subtle teeth marks decorating his finger before he’s roughly grabbing at your face, fingers squeezing around your cheeks as he uses you to better leverage himself to reach deeper inside your cunt. “So? Where’s my apology? Clock’s ticking. Better hurry before I get up and leave you here needy and alone.”

“S-sorry,” your words are slurred from the grip he has on your cheeks. “Was an accid-”

His grip loosens a bit before he’s delivering a light slap to your cheek, chuckling when your eyes slam shut. “S-sorry?” He repeats, mocking, before there’s a second slap, a third, then a series of little slaps to your cheek, as if trying to wake you up from a prolonged nap. “Shut up.”

You gasp when his hand moves to settle around your neck instead, lips hovering just over yours as he drills his cock into you, watching the way you fight the tightening knot threatening to snap in your stomach.

“…Boutta cum?”

You’re not sure if he wants you to answer. There’s a nervous whine from you before you’re peering up at him with needy eyes, a silent plea to ask him to let you cum. He didn’t even let you apologize— and you can’t seem to understand what he wants from you ..

“Cum then.”

It doesn’t matter. That’s all the confirmation you need to finally let go, painful knot snapping with one last rough thrust from Endo, your eyes clenching shut as you gush and spasm wildly against him. “Oh fuck,” you cry out, hands coming to shield your eyes as you tremble, cunt sucking him deep inside as he prolongs your orgasm with slowed and deep thrusts.

With the way your jaw has fallen slack, it seems like now would be a good time.

He’s moving off of you and grabbing your head before you can even process what’s happening, his fingers shoving you forward so he can fully sheath himself in your mouth with one swift movement, and the loud gag that slips from you does nothing but send electrifying shivers down his spine.

“Much better,” he grins at the way your eyes are wide, mouth straining to let him in and your throat struggling to handle the fullness of his cock. “I’m in a good mood, so you get a second chance. Sound good, doll?”

“So you’d better watch the teeth this time. I mean it.”

[thus-spoke-lo]

Idk if this is considered impact play or whatever, but I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Crocodile liking being slapped across the face. Like the second he can feel the slight bite of pain on his face it turns him on like nothing.

-☀️🌙

i think you're onto something here tbh.

perhaps he's pissed you off for the last time, perhaps you're tired of being his pretty bird in a gilded cage, or perhaps you're just impetuous and not thinking clearly and looking for a reaction, but something drives you to slap him. not a sweet little love tap, but a smack that stings your skin and echoes in the room as your palm strikes his chiseled jaw.

and a little gasp leaves your lips as you wait for whatever consequences befall you. but instead his chest rises and falls and you hear a groan and then a shivering exhale, and a lustful grin creeps across his face as he looms over you, daring you to do it again.

[sluttynfemme]

the overlap between bitches w chronic pain (me) and bitches who think it’s romantic to get slapped (also me)

𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[unforgivenn]

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

#2: Andrey's Chamber

Guys please send in some asks or requests for writing cuz my brain is too dead and can't think of anything right now. I need some ideas, please. Anyywayssss part 2 of shackled by Royalty!!

CW: threat of harm, whip mention, future punishment, slavery, pet whump, dominating and creepy whumper, captivity, slight panic attack, stress position, knives, defiant whumpee

Previous/ Masterlist

Noah's mind whirled with a mix of panic and defiance as he found himself trapped in this nightmarish scenario. He had heard tales of the Kozlov family's iron grip over the region, their name synonymous with power and ruthlessness. And now, he was at the mercy of their heir apparent. Forced to become a slave.

The question echoed relentlessly in Noah's mind "Why me..?"

Andrey circled him like a predator ready to pounce on their prey, his gaze cold and calculating, relishing in Noah's helplessness. "You belong to me now, pet," he declared with chilling finality. "Your life is mine to command."

Noah's mind whirled with a maelstrom of emotions—fear, anger, confusion—all entwined in a tangled web of despair. Trapped in this nightmarish reality, he struggled to grasp onto any semblance of hope or escape. Noah's mind raced, trying to piece together fragments of information, to make sense of the nightmare unfolding before him. Viktor Kozlov—the name reverberated in his mind like a death knell. He had heard whispers of the Kozlov family, whispers of their influence and ruthlessness. But never in his wildest nightmares did he imagine he would become entangled in their web of darkness.

"P-Please.." Noah's breath came in ragged gasps, his heart hammering in his chest so hard, that he might've just thought he was going insane. "I don't know what you want from me, but I-I swear.. I swear, I'll do anything-"

He heard the prince sighing as if Noah was nothing more than just a mere child unable to understand a simple thing. "Oh my dear pet.." Andrey's demeanor shifted, amusement dancing in his cold eyes as he toyed with Noah's desperation. His fingers curled under Noah's chin.

"You still think you can get away from this huh?" He spoke in an almost.. pitiful voice putting a finger to Noah's chest noticing how he almost suddenly flinched. "You belong to me.. Body, mind and soul. And I will mold you into the perfect servant, the perfect pet, to serve me and my family's interests."

Noah's breath caught in his throat, the weight of Andrey's words crushing him beneath their unbearable truth. He was no longer a free man—he was a prisoner, a plaything, at the mercy of forces beyond his control. A mere pet. Not even a person anymore in the eyes of the government and authorities.

"S-Stop! You're insane!! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE!" Noah's protest was met with a brutal slap, the sting reverberating through his skull. How many times had he been slapped today?

"You've had your chances pet. But I can't let you go around talking back whenever you want to." His face had become undeniably dark, as if he was ready to murder someone. Andrey looked at the two guards standing from the corner of his eye before he ordered "Get him to the chamber"

Noah's face paled. "W-What? WHAT CHAMBER?! STOP LET ME GO!" He struggled, kicking his legs and punching as the guards removed some of his chains dragging him to the dreaded "chamber".

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Noah had been suspended, with his arms chained above his head. His feet were barely grazing the ground, being in an overly uncomfortable position as all his weight went primarily to his shoulders and arms. His breath was shallow and labored, a testament to the panic and anxiety coursing through him. Maybe he shouldn't have said all that... But then again he didn't really regret what he said. That bastard deserved that and more.

As if on cue, the door was slammed open earning a violent flinch from Noah. Andrey came in poised with the usual "princely type" manner. A cruel smile twisted Andrey's lips, revealing teeth like sharpened daggers ready to tear into flesh. The air around him seemed to grow thick with malevolence, suffocating Noah with its suffocating presence. As he towered over Noah, his presence looming like a specter of death, Andrey's fingers curled into fists, the knuckles white with suppressed fury.

This was different. It wasn't just slaps anymore. Andrey looked like he was about to rip off Noah's skin. Noah felt shivers trickling down his skin. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, a primal instinct urging him to flee from the impending danger that lurked in Andrey's gaze but the chains on him were clearly against that.

"Cat got your tongue now?" Andrey practically hissed at Noah walking over to the varieties of tools laid down on a table that Noah hadn't even noticed yet. And he wished he hadn't. HIs voice sent shivers down Noah's spine as he looked at the different instruments and judging which one to pick silently.

Noah remained silent, knowing that any words would only invite further punishment. His eyes widened in terror as Andrey's hand closed around a whip, the promise of pain gleaming in his eyes.

But it was the sight of the knife that truly chilled Noah to the bone. Andrey's approach was deliberate, his breath hot against Noah's ear as he whispered his sinister command.

"Stay very still, Noah..."

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[sandswirls]

The slap def turned Atem on lmao

[underyourbedtoday]

…it would be an honor to get slapped by Laswell actually

[spideyhexx]

i wanna slap coryo and see the lil dark look he gets that’s daring me to do it again

god whenever I think about smth like that I think about academic rivals with coryo

[muldermuse]

cw: slapping (also tagged)

billy butcher gets hard instantly when you do anything kinda nasty for him (all consensually of course)

like when you lick and suck his balls when you’re on your knees for him

or when you open your mouth and stick out your tongue so he can spit on it

especially when you swallow it as soon as he asks

OR the innocent look on your face when you ask him, really politely, to slap you

[mcondance]

i would like to slap stu dead across his face and watch his face twist up and eyes get all hazy and hear him say thank you

[muscariii]

I'm obsessed with drawing Dagoth recently......

I was struggling with the composition a lot and I wanted to add a background but then I ended up liking it without it more. So no background, just this guy.

Also I really wanted to have fun with the colors and I'm happy with how they turned out because at first I was really suffering while figuring out the lighting. Aghh...!!

[smxochie]

pondering ffxiv by starting a million wips and not finishing a single one of them

[schnuffel-danny]

haunted ! haunted ! haunted ! your past will never let you go

[rottenk1sses]

i want to be real mean to dilf art. ohh i stay awake at night thinking about it. calling him daddy in a degrading way, calling him a freak, a sick fuck from wanting to be called that by a girl 10 years younger than him. i want to make him cry. call him a pervert, a pathetic fuck just to see him sob. i want to be rough with him, be the meanest bitch he has ever encountered. slap him, edge him, insult him, bruise him. and guess what? that's what gets him off. he gets off on your control over him, on being at your mercy, on knowing he is a sick fuck that wants to be called daddy by his controversial pretty young thing. but oh how the tables have turned. gotta remind him whose in control right?

your hand comes down across his flushed face in a stinging slap, and then you slide it to hold his throat as you smirk down at him. you’re fully clothed. he’s completely naked.

“you’re such a sicko, Art.. seriously, i think you need therapy..”

he’s choking on tears and strangled sobs as his hips hump up against nothing. he wants to say no, to challenge your sentiments, but he doesn’t have the fight left in him. you’ve already bruised his chest with your teeth, scratched his thighs red with your nails, teased his tip with just one finger. he’s been edged eight times now, and his precome is sticking like glue to his cockhead and dribbling down to make a mess over his stomach.

“youre a sad, pathetic, creepy loser who doesn’t wanna touch a girl’s tits unless she’s a decade younger than you,” you snark, “isn’t that right? hm? what’s worse is that you let me walk you around like a fucking labrador. why don’t you bark for me, doggy? i wanna hear you bark.”

and the second the words leave your mouth, he cant stop his brain from gathering the last of his energy to start yipping like a puppy. you laugh at him. he keens. his pelvis bucks up into the air, your obvious amusement sending a heavy rush of heat up his spine. he’s teetering on the edge of something earth-shattering..

but you catch it before he’s even gotten a taste.

“don’t you fuckin’ dare, you perv,” you wrap a firm hand around the base of his shaft, feeling it throb in vain in your palm, the start of his orgasm halted and somehow also spurred on, “i didn’t say you could let it out, did i? no, i didn’t. you’re not gonna come tonight until you admit that you’ve got a problem.”

he nods his head. he knows that even if he were to admit it, through the crying and the moans and the whimpers, that you’d never let him finish.

he wishes he never got sucked into your youthful smile and bouncy body.

he’s so messed up.