#favorite male character

[trishlovelace]

Anime Meme: [5/10] | Favorite Male Character 

  Ganbare, Kickers! »  Masaru Hongo / Mario

[noperopesaredope]

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

[enden-k]

on my knees for the cowboy cyborg and the space knight 🌹

[privitivium]

mmmfgh perverted stalker,,,

stalker gets caught rummaging through your stuff and is very apologetic!!

yandere!sub!stalker x dom!male!reader, nsfw, harrassing stalker, good boy mentions

you had to have known,,, you weren't that daft, right? he wanted it to be a surprise, originally - him showing up, but he just can't help himself,,, leaving little gifts behind in your home to send messages that he existed... you had to have known, right?!!

ㅡand you did - of course you did! you liked the thought of someone watching you - the thought of someone being that much of a depraved freak to watch you jerk off in your humble abode all splayed out... you, who purposefully leaves the blinds open,,, to the window that gives a full view of your spread legs and erect cock being lathered in your spit coated hand to whoever is peering in,,,,...

he wanted to get caught !! that's exactly why he shows up on such a busy day... and he's so happy,,, so happy that he gets what he wants. so happy that he so carefully tracked your schedule,,,, you, walking in on him inhaling your dirty clothesㅡmanhandling him in defense ㅡ ignoring his whines and nearly sobbing excuses of how much he loves youㅡexcuses that were utter bullshit. your darling little stalker 'mastering' the art of manipulation... it's not gonna work on you...,,,,

you heave, inhaling sharply with your groin pressed against his squishy,, round ass,,, keeping him trapped against your wall with his arms held behind his back - such a lewd position, so easy to take advantage of him,,, you knew him. he's your little friend who frequents your retail job - a familiar face you always recognized amongst the sea of crowds,,,, always bothering you and making passes at you,,, what a gross little freak.

"you gonna be a good boy, stranger?" smug. handling your very much dangerous stalker with very little cautiousness as you push his face into the wall,,,, "are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you cooed sweetly, blowing gently into the shell of his ear n relishing in the way he trembles and whorishly presses his ass back into your cock with such animalistic moans,,,

"f-fuck, yes - i'm gonna be s-such a good boy just - fucking put it in-!" begging for you to fill him up - make him feel full with your cum, make him gag on the tip of your cock with how fucking deep you reach in his taut, painfully stretched hole,,, anal plug teased out,,, stretched and ready for use,,,

ㅡthat's how he likes to treat himself... a poor man who so desperately wants to be branded your 'cumdump'. watching the camera feed of you in your home while bouncing on a silicone cock and stroking his overtly sensitive prick at a desperate pace. always... stalking you with a hand in his pants,,, and anal plug buried deep inside him-! and now to finally ㅡ to finally touch you, to have you touch him-!! shitㅡplease don't mention the sporadic wet spot of cum...

hand keeping his wrists together,,, your free hand grabbing a fistful of his hair - tugging his head back with little care whilst keeping your erection buried in his ass... the sight of his saliva glossy lips parted and eyes nearly rolling back fueling your depravity as he needily shoves himself into you, rubbing his ass onto your cock,,,

"that's not how good boys talk..." you scold quietly, and he shivers. you were so... softspoken,,, a complete contrast to how you're reprimanding him and grinding your erection into himㅡmaking absolute sure that he feels how hard you are,,, how needy you are to use your stalkers' holes,,,, even more needy as he is?,,, mumbling about breeding him... dumbing him down with your cock to keep him hostage as your little houswife to pump full of your cum into his ear,, not that he'd mind in the slightest,,,??,

[himejoshiangels]

cass cain is so emotive and I hate that so many of yall fall straight into the stoic asian woman stereotype thing because like, the only reason cass wouldn't vocalize a feeling is when she would struggle to find the word for it because she literally wasn't taught how to speak. that's so fucking upsetting. She has such big beautiful emotions, she feels so deeply about the littlest things but everytime she has trouble putting it into words she's reminded that she was conceived not to. her abuser did not have her feelings or her pain in mind, only how well she could end a life. can you fucking imagine

[rosedom]

listen . listen . a pretty boy and his lips stretched over the knotted fabric of a cleave gag . . .

going down on him, his cunt drip-dripping with his own slick. grabbing the lube, warming it between your hands as you simply take in the view—the view of your boy, entirely free save for the fabric between his lips. he's laid bare and his hands aren't even tied, yet that gag stays snug where you left it, darkening thanks to his spit, each soft moan coming out muffled through it once you open and drizzle the warm lube across his cunt.

then, easing one, two fingers into him; but not until you run them between his folds, bottom-up and dragging tantalizingly slow over his swollen cock. the head of it is a throbbing, ruddy-red, lube shining across it and into the dip in its center. the gag won't do much for a whine; really, they're only good for putting your boy down under, for laying himself out for you to take take take without his words.

("i want you to shut me up," he had said.

"you wanna blow me?"

then he'd gotten all shy again, buried himself into the skin of your throat—right above your soft cotton scarf. he'd tugged it away, fiddled around while you had your face tilted up, and he'd leaned back and up with that scarf between his teeth.

his eyes had said, shut me up.)

mmm and getting that third finger in so easy, easing and stretching his cunt open for your cock. slipping them out, kissing that whining mouth right over his knotted gag, and nudging your cock right up against his . . . nnn i can't get the image of your pretty boy finally taking cock—the first time he's ever been so vulnerable, his cunt so open while his mouth's tied up shut—out of my mind, the image of him helplessly whimpering and spreading his legs, urging you on with soft uh, uh, uh's !! fuuuuck.

bottoming out, balls pressed to the lips of his cunt and he's moaning out, crying out, thick saliva squeezing out the sides of his mouth. his jaw is slack, and—god, the fuckin' gag isn't even keeping him quiet; he doesn't sob in words but he does in hiccuping whimpers, each one in time with the thrust of your hips.

and cumming inside your boy—'cos, of course, he'd try begging, try saying, "inside, inside, cum inside me," but that tight knot of fabric heavy on his tongue and drenched in his spit had devolved his begs. god. don't forget to reach down, finish him off, keeping your softened cock in deep as you thumb him into his own sweet, sweet orgasm <33

("th'nk you, th'nk you," he'll say as you untie the gag from behind his head, cupping his cheek with one hand and moving the other below his chin to catch the soaked-through fabric. he'll say a final "thank you" with a thick string of saliva connecting the bulk of the knotted fabric in your palm with the swollen jut of his bottom lip.

you'll kiss him properly after, won't you? no gag interference.)

i'm just so hard for pretty boys all gagged up for me (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪ !!

[miguel-owhora]

matter of fact, thinking about gaz dressed in white lingerie, squirming and crying as you fist him open. guck, he'd look so pretty, eyes blown and teary, his lips swollen and spit slick, his cock weeping against his belly. he'd be trembling in his white lingerie, a pleasant sight, so damn pretty, as you stretch him open. you'd press kisses against his overly warm skin, murmuring praises and affectionate sentences. one by one, you slowly work each finger in, until he's shaking around your fist.

he'd be so warm and tight, gummy walls constricting around your first. it wouldn't take long before gaz is squirting all over his stomach, the feeling of your hand bruising his prostate enough to have him squealing. but you wouldn't be done with him, not a fat chance. you'd work him until he's dry and tapping out, until he's shooting blanks and on the verge of passing out.

when you remove your fist, you marvel and coo over his pretty hole and how adorable it looks: all stretched out and gaping, wet and loose, fuck.

[joestarfoundation]

dom female reader headcanons + imagine

your babyboy wakes up every morning, eager to please you. you are his everything, his entire world revolves around you<3 he loves the feeling of submission and the thought of you being in control. It's not just a kink for him, it's a lifestyle

you can see the excitement in his puppy eyes when you enter the room, dressed in your favorite leather outfit. he knows what's coming next, and he can't wait. as you walk towards him, he kneels down in front of you, ready to serve and devour your delicious cunt<3

he loves when you use him for your pleasure. whether it's making him worship your body or using him as a human furniture, he is more than happy to fulfill your desires. he finds joy in knowing that you are satisfied and that he has pleased you<3

one of his favorite things is when you take him shopping for new lingerie. he loves the feeling of you picking out what he will wear, knowing that it's not just for show, but for your pleasure! he takes great pride in wearing what you have chosen for him, and it makes him feel even more submissive:((

he also loves when you take him out in public, holding his leash and showing everyone who is in charge. he loves the feeling of being owned by you, his goddess, and being on display for everyone to see. it makes him feel special and wanted

tell him he's your good little slut and feminize him, although he doesn't accept it, he has fantasized more than once about you dressing him up in pretty, girly outfits. he knows that you would take such good care of him and make him feel beautiful and desired, much more than he already is<3

slap him, peg him, degrade him, ride him, praise him... practically use him

you hummed as you looked for some strap that could break the little naughty whore you had behind you, he had been very whimsy all this time that you were gone

he even touched himself without your permission, you found him in the room you both shared, humping his hand while making a moaning noise like a bitch and he seemed to have forgotten you were right there

"oh my god what did i do, im so sorry mommy..." he sobbed when you heard his voice from inside of the closet

"what is this my babyboy?" you asked while staring at him

he blushed heavily but still tried to find the words, "i uhm... im sorry about earlier, i was really confused and all, it won't happen again i promise-"

"didnt we agreed that if i caught you doing something like this again you would be punished?"

he tried hard to say anything but you didn't give him any chance "well baby, i'm not gonna forgive this..."

he stared at you in fear and he slowly took off your skirt, "so what are you gonna do now?" he asked with big, childish eyes

"do you wanna know what's gonna happen now?" you ask with an evil smile on your face

he nodded nervously while looking down, he didnt understand why you had come here to punish him, all he did was touching himself!:((

"bad boys deserve to be punished and take up in the ass mommy's huge cock"

now, at this moment you had a big dildo tied to your waist, probably one of the biggest ones you had used with him. you tried to close your legs a little and press the base of the fake cock against your crotch to get some stimulation, you imagined that this time it would be like the other times, him lying on his back, with his legs open, your dildo in his ass, and your hands jerking off his neglected cock<33

he loved being dominated by you after all, no woman ever made him feel more wanted and horny than you :3

but now, you couldn't imagine it anymore. he stood there completely naked and scared:(

"baby, just let me put this thing in your butt and i'll leave you alone, it wont hurt much, i promise..."

he shook his head. completely scared and helpless:(((

"just trust me baby... you want mommy to fuck you, don't you?"

the question had been rhetorical, but you knew exactly what he wanted. he stared at you with those huge eyes, shivering from fear and need, "yes please mommy, i-i need you to please me.."

"good boy<33" you whispered and moved closer to him. "close your eyes and wait for mommy to fuck your sweet asshole :3"

he followed your orders like a good boy and he closed his eyes waiting for you to get ready to slide your fake cock into his ass<3

"mhmmm-m-mommy" his cute moans, echoing in the silence of the night, helped you to relax a bit before going through with it

"ready baby?" you asked as you pushed more of the toy towards his hole and started sliding it slowly inside of him

"uhhuh-hhuh-mm-mmm" he answered in a whisper as you continued to slide your big plastic dick in and out of his ass, occasionally stopping to put pressure on the tip of the cock

"your mommy loves how tight you are babyboy~ fuck- could you call me by my name sweetheart?" you asked while pushing the dildo deeper inside of him

"mhmm hmmm- y/n!! y/n baby<3" he moaned in excitement, he was trying his best to make his tiny asshole take more of the giant dildo inside of it, but he was struggling. his cute face was red from embarrassment and lust, you could tell he was really enjoying every second of it though<33

"oh my god mo...mommyyy!! i cant hold it, its coming!" he cried out loudly

the combination of his cries and you slowly moving the dildo in and out of his ass filled the room with soft moaning sounds <33

you finally stopped the slow motion movements and decided to speed up a little bit, slowly slid the big strap inside of him, each inch pushing further inside of him, deeper and deeper until it pressed against his prostate, stimulating him with gentle vibrations until he reached another orgasm:(((

he collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily while you removed the strap from his ass. you smiled down at him and knelt down to pet his hair, smiling widely at the sight of your babyboy getting pleasure from such things

a minute later he turned around and hugged you tightly, "thanks mommy... i love you so much <3" he said in between kisses on your cheek you smiled, "of course you do baby, i love you too <3" you replied and kissed him passionately on the lips

then, with nothing else left to do you both fell asleep wrapped up in each others arms:)

[ryan-sometimes]

Hunger Games rereading musings:

It’s actually hilarious how much Peeta Mellark just.. knows his place! My boy is so aware of the fact that Katniss is super badass and is like woah, she’s so sick. Yeah I’d be so dead without her. She’s a survivor. I’m just here to look cute be sweet to be honest. She’s the face of the revolution and I’m her trophy boyfriend. She goes out and hunts and I bake bread and paint

[kotaki]

*✧Kira-Kira Twins✧*

[kobb4ni2]

[ GENDER NEUTRAL (?) FEM (?) READER ]

My Marine! Reader who is very popular, and for the sake of this idea I’m going to give her as a Vice Admiral. I CAN HEAR YALL BOOING OKAY I KNOW SO BASIC LEAVE ME ALONE😔😔

TW: Imagine Gojo fans….but make them Marine!Reader fans. !!! Also I haven’t watch Film Red but I guess there’s some sort of internet platform to share vids or an internet overall, soo take this sh!t talk with salt.

Marine! Reader is a calm and nurturing person, their charisma with their hard working self made them a deserved Vice Admiral. Ever since you sailed out to the sea you’ve attracted many eyes, may it be admiration because of your strength , or awed because of your undeniable beauty even in battle. And even if you’re not in a mission you would always use your heavy berries (YOU’RE A VICE ADMIRAL U HAVE TO GET THOSE BIG BERRIES) to re-visit the town that you just saved, being responsible to the damages and paying for all of it. People there had to rub their eyes to make sure that you were the correct person. When you were in your white layer clothes you would be calm and try your best to be nonchalant making sure that you were deep engrave on your job but when you visited and started making small talk people were shocked! Over time the civilians you’ve saved from the many villages or small islands you’ve saved have accepted you to their communities. They would make small banquets whenever you arrive, even though you told them several times to not do it, they will always go against your words and hope that you eat well.

Kids would play with you even with your intimidating height, they would swing on your arms and whenever you try to leave they would grab on your legs to slow you down, the kids parents might have been worried but when they saw you intriguing them with a smile in your face they immediately calmed their nerves. Grandmas and Grandpas would always pinch the vice admiral’s cheeks, and since they were normal civilians you had to bend down to make squish your cheeks. (IM GETTING CARRIED AWAY IM SORRY)

But back to plot. Your calming and nurture personality, your beauty that could shine in battle has captured many eyes of other marine, civilians or even pirates! And this where the one piece internet goes in.

Aight imagine someone made an edit of Marine! Reader, it could be you fighting, or even doing an official interview! Cool right! But if anyone ever opens the comment section it would be just filled with the most ATROCIOUS, MOUTH GAPING, EYES OUT THE SOCKET down bad comments💀💀 here's some examples.

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Marine! Reader's Fav pet (real!): "The way that it started getting bricked up like its Bob the builder is crazy 😅‼️(I don't even have a wee wee)"

<3: "ten minutes in the room with them and one is walking out pregnant, and it's not gonna them (I'm a dude)"

hewwo:3 : "JUST THE TIP [NAME] PLEASE IM ON MY FUCKING KNEES, IM SO DESPRATE PLEASE😭😭‼️‼️"

Marine! Reader's bewbs mole: "TILL THE WALLS (not the room) IS COVERED WHITE!!!"

[FOR FEM MARINE!READER] ammniaa: "Want their strap inside of me so bad, that i might think that I'm pregnant brooo😞😞😞"

Astro laddie : "My flaps started clapping out of excitement <3"

Star 4 her: "All lubed up and ready to serve 💓💓"

Beeheaver: "Man I don't care if they're 14'9 tall, ITS GONNA WORK I PROMISE😈😈‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥"

In Marine!Reader I thrust!: "Yes [NAME]~ There~ I'm sensitive there!~ Nghh~~

Marine! Reader's bloody bandages: "CMON [NAME] I CAN'T DO ALL THE WORK MY SELF, MY FINGERS HURTS😾💢"

reimikoba: "My muscle memory will always remember their fingers and tongue (＾▽＾) "

pantsonfire: "Not a fishman but, damn whenever I see them in my screen, it's natural habit suddenly is water from their-"

scary monsterz: "bend over and ready, warm and cozy, toys and liquid on sight"

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Aw man if yandere [character] ever fins out how popular their beloved Marine! Reader is, they would make sure to cut the wifi GLOBALLY

I'll just end it here, cuz I feel like this is just a stupid ass idea 💀 yall can give me some brain juice aka asks 4 thus doe :3

The edit video I was thinking about when I was making this. (I can't do velocity edits just transition and tweeing💀)

[ashersanity]

more sister fucking king🙏

— “TONGUE TIED LIES.”

— summary. it’s only natural to. at least, that’s what you insistently keep reminding yourself of to convince your ever growing guilt lurking deep within the shadows that is your mind — that this is fine. completely fine. is it not?

— content warning! full on incest, non-con? dub-con? it varies really, piss. yeah, you heard me, baby sister pussy pissing all over reader’s cock cuz’ it’s just fun, y’know? cream pie, mentions of.. breeding? toxic sibling dynamic, manipulation and past abuse implied, shit writing, mean, big brother reader who’s a borderline yandere and little sister penny.

— word count? just a short drabble, really. might’ve gotten carried away on certain parts.

— asher’s note : “know this isn’t exactly what you asked for probably, anon.. but, I had to. I fucking had to when the opportunity was right there. still hope this is to your enjoyment though even if I might have accidentally inflicted you all to my piss + humiliation kink combo.”

Kind, dependable and charitable. Those were the various terms the homely town of Pelican would proudly refer to you as. The sort of boy they could wholeheartedly count on regardless of the variable situations at hand. The one to follow suit when given a manual task like lifting the numerous, heavy bottles of milk shakily knocking against one another in the narrow, wooden container. That welcoming neighbour that’d shoot familiar smiles their way to whoever; the one envious mothers would openly compare their rebellious sons to whenever they caught sight of you down the street. Hell, even the local shut-in, Sebastian, known for his relatively indifferent attitude would greet you with the occasional nod whenever you two consequentially crossed paths by chance.

A friend of all. Charming boy you were, that’s precisely what the entirety of the town-folks knew you for. Repetitively expressing their endless gratitude towards you and namely, your younger sister Penny that’d simply nod along in agreement with that recognizable, sweet smile plastered onto her rosy face. After all, who couldn’t possibly believe so when you proved them wrong time and time again? Everyone did. Not a single one had managed to slip past the thinly veiled mask of deceit you had carefully put on for all to see, figured that automatic smile of yours was merely a sham to conceal your actual, truthful nature simmering deep within your core.

Yeah. Well, for that statement— That wasn’t entirely the case. Someone had indeed wormed their way through.

Oh, sweet little Penny. Always a hitch in your plan, isn’t she? Discreetly sneaking where she wasn’t supposed to, thus leading to this unfortunate predicament solely placed upon her foolish little self. Only has herself to blame for this, doesn’t she? Not like she didn’t plainly ask for it either, those provoking sniffles of hers paired with the glistening tears freshly rolling down the length of her scarlet cheeks. Any man would’ve done the same in your position, in your dutiful role as the older, responsible brother here. It’s only natural to. At least, that’s what you insistently keep reminding yourself of to convince your ever growing guilt lurking deep within the shadows that is your mind — that this is fine. Completely fine. Is it not?

Really, you’re not the one at fault here! Look at how pathetic she appears before you right now. Resembling that of a shivering bunny encircled by the protective grasp of your arms tight around her smaller waist, a prey right within the drooling maw of its awaiting predator. Pathetic and oh, so helpless without the ‘well-intentioned’ guarding of her older brother, quivering figure sat atop your comfortable lap. Sibling bonding, you’d happily call it. Yet, if anyone were to catch a glimpse of such a scene, they’d surely know that this isn’t just some regular ‘sibling bonding’ between brother and sister. Fuck, far from it with how her tight little cunt is wrapped so nicely around the veiny girth of your pulsing cock, freely dripping slick onto the fuzzy carpet below.

The same one your shared mother had notably complained about constantly being messy due to the various, wet spots found on it at times. Ah, speaking of — You should probably deal with that recurring issue before she drunkenly barges onto that little sick act of yours and properly disowns you for being caught balls deep in her fucking daughter. That’s a sure fire way to be kicked out of this area, detested by your previously homely neighbours.

An amusing scenario to ponder on nonetheless, you suppose. However, more pressing matters require your undivided attention at the moment, starting off with your younger sister’s stifled whimpers echoing faintly throughout the trailer. Always been such a noisy one, hasn’t she?

“What’s the matter? Not comfy?” It’s more of a rhetorical statement than it is of genuine curiosity, knowing full well by the predictable squirms of her legs raised high that no— it’s sort of difficult to be considered at ease with this position, huh? Poor thing, can’t even muster up a response to utter out in return with how fucked out she stupidly is, cunt merely squeezing back around your leaking cock to signal her ever approaching climax.

And well, wouldn’t you be such a mean big brother if you were to blatantly refuse her of her well-deserved reward as promised? Greedy thrusts accompanied by the firm grasp you have around the flesh of her hips, relishing in the hiccuped moans uselessly spilling out of her needy, little sister mouth. What a dirty bitch, really. Claiming to detest this when her baby sister pussy is clenching so eagerly down your full length, practically begging you to continue on further, to fuck yourself deeper in her wet hole. “P-Please—“ A measly attempt at begging on her part, sneering openly at the way her dainty hands find home to place onto your spread legs — because despite being the one partially responsible for her suffering here, you’re also the only one who she can potentially seek out whenever. The one to find a twisted sense of comfort in the possessive embrace of your arms as long as you remain by her side. That is enough for Penny. It’s dumb, really.

“I-I can’t—“ She sputters out mindlessly, those pretty tits of hers bouncing with every steady roll of your hips, further sending the two of you down the debauched path of depravity between mere siblings. Ah, can you really blame yourself when she’s so fucking warm? Shit—

Knowing exactly what she’s pleading for, yet you prod for a more coherent answer, y’know— just to be fuckin’ mean. “Please what? I can’t hear you if you don’t — hah, speak up for me.” A particular harsh thrust in the warm heat clamping around you so well has you both collectively gasping like a bunch of whores, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your grip remains locked tight on the fat of her thighs. “Fuckin’ cmon, I know you can do better than that, Pen.” Hasn’t she learned how to properly speak through the choked babbles endlessly escaping her? It’s a shame, though it serves as proof that you should be training those lips more often now, stretch her pussy to the hilt till she grows familiar with it, learns how to perfectly take it. Molding her to your preferred likings.

All you’re given in return between the softened whines of feels weird! and too much! is the pitiful expression spread along her delicate features for you to appreciatively gaze at. Oh, is this a vain effort made by your dearest little sister to plead with your cruelty? Nice try, but you’re not such a sensible man to stupidly fall for baseless trickery. At least, you would’ve normally thought so in any other manner, yet you’ve silently decided to relent a tad bit in exchange for her faithful obedience thus far. “What? Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” A gentle chuckle drawn forth from your chest has her noticeably relaxing within your grasp, that recognizable, boyish grin you’d present to the other residents peeking its way through. Not the one Penny truthfully knew under that faux layer of kindness, the smirk you’d flash her whenever she found herself alone with only your presence to keep her company. Those helping hands praised for their dexterity, riddled with purplish bruises that’d shamelessly grope at the smooth skin of her legs beneath her flowing skirt at the dinner table. That soft voice known to appease wild animals deep within the forest, sweetly whispering utter filth in the shell of her ear late at night as you hungrily palmed at her breasts.

Yes, all of those she painfully knew. All of you, without the layers and without the theatrics as if you were on stage with the spotlight directed entirely on your frame to catch your every movement in their wake. A wolf in a sheep’s clothing and she was the trembling bunny caught in its claws.

How ironic, really.

Your relationship was evidently far from the norm with its hidden ‘benefits’ as you’d so cheekily call it, muttering about how lucky she should feel to be able to practice with her far more experienced, elder brother — in case she ever does get a boyfriend which will never happen under your watchful guise. An empty reassurance to soothe her reluctant doubts, give her the underlying impression that this is what all siblings do together in the privacy of their own respective homes.

Now is not the time to really think about it though, not with the growing heat in the pit of her stomach, that sudden, awfully familiar sensation forming between the slicked wetness of her plush thighs. “Big— ah, big brother, please— I-I can’t—“ She tries pathetically, tears brimming to stain at her fluttering eyelashes with every shaky inhale to skillfully control her steady intakes of air. “I really, really need to go to the— hmph! bathroom! Please, I promise I won’t do anything funny! W-We can keep hugging after, just let me—“

“What’s that? Can’t you hold just a little bit longer for me, Pen?” Cruel and relentless is how she knew you best.

Ah, of course. Of course, you’d say that — that that’d be your answer to her frantic pleading, a sickening jolt passing through the entirety of her body as you instead draw rhythmic circles on her swollen clit with the pad of your thumb, disarming her concentration not to cum early or whatever disastrous accident may occur out of this. “N-No! I really need to go, it’s urgent!” But is it really? Perhaps the worst in all of this is how you do in fact know what awaits you, very much aware of the consequences at hand if you were to deny her once again. Deprive her of relieving herself, similar to how an owner would strictly train a puppy not to do its business whenever nor wherever. The comparison almost has you grinning snidely at a closer focus of your dynamic, the one who withholds full control here and has the authority to plainly tell her ‘no’. That’d be so mean however. Why do such a thing, huh?

Why? Cuz’ it’s fuckin’ fun, obviously.

Baby sister wants to piss so bad, huh? Well, she’s going to have to patiently wait for you to finish on your end firstly, wait for big brother’s cooed permission to finally ease out the tension subtly straining on her filled bladder. Sob all she wants about it, it’s only till you fucking allow her such privilege — dammit. And honestly? It’s borderline disgusting how appealing you find the mere idea of your younger sister wetting herself all over your fat cock — Throbbing balls earnestly tightening in response as an alarming reminder shot through your spine that you’re about this fucking close to bust a thick load in her eager, awaiting cunt. “Fuck— God, who ever gave you the right to be this tight? You’re so warm— shit, baby—” Maybe even knock her up if you can, make her belly all full and round for y’a, yeah? Would make such a good mommy, that’s for sure — with the way she carefully tends to the children surrounding her, following her every step. A man can wishfully dream as he pleases.

Since it’s your rightful role to, sickeningly defile that lingering innocence your mother sought to shield away from the corrupted world you two miserably have to live in. No need to, really. You’re already doing a thorough job at it, calloused fingertips tenderly digging in the pale complexion of her jaw, directing her tear-stained face towards yours for your parted lips to connect. Pink tongues fervently meeting in a sloppy, messy kiss that’s bound to leave her drooling mouth stuttering. Mixing spit to relish in the breathtaking sight of her glistening lips stained with your sticky saliva, something you can definitely fist your cock to later. What remains the best truly, however, is that fucked out expression she wears so prettily — swollen nipples spilling free from that pristine, yellow shirt you had savagely stripped down to display her milky tits for your hungry gaze to brazenly leer at. “Pretty.” You audibly sigh out, unsure whether she had briefly registered your unintentional compliment or not. Not that it mattered much, utterly focused on having her convulse snugly around the hefty girth of your full length as you teasingly rub at her sensitive clit.

“Told you— hah, I told you that you don’t get to go till you cum.” That warmth building within the depths of her tummy, a tightening coil promising to unleash at the most unfortunate of instants. No, no! If she cums now, she won’t possibly be able to hold herself back in time— The horrific thought far too much to bear for her fragile dignity that somehow remains somewhat intact in the midst of this ruthless fucking. If you keep— ah, fucking into her slicked hole like that, spreading her folds apart to shamelessly gawk in awe at every glide of your weeping cock sheathed inside her warm walls. She’ll really, really finish for real! More than anything, you solely intend to have your baby sister’s tight, little cunt adorably cream around your leaking cock, spill her dumb self all over your balls smacking against her bare backside while she’s at it, huh? That’d just about do it.

And you don’t have to wait much longer to have your desires fulfilled, a soundless squeak tumbling forth from her open mouth and there she goes— involuntarily gushing filthy fluids to stain the already soiled rug below your quivering frames, reeled in by the soft groan that slips past between your lips as she milks your entire length for all it’s worth. Thick ropes of cum shot out of your hot red tip to paint her pink insides with a creamy white, stuff her to the brim. “S-Stop— Too much! I can’t, big brother—“ Uselessly sobbing at the way you merely restrain her flailing legs, deftly lock her in her rightful place which simply happens to be your goddamn lap. Oh no, she’s not going anywhere. Worst of all is the weight of your warm palm pressed flatly against her smooth tummy, practically urging her to ease out her dirty release and— and, she can’t do this! Expecting another wave of accidental squirting, yet all she’s greeted with are golden streams of warm liquid spurting out of her fucked out, wet cunt that soon trickle down the length of her twitching legs. The daunting realization setting in that she’s— pissing herself all over big brother’s cock, in front of your sharp eyes that are sure to endlessly bully her for the oncoming years yet to pass.

It’s downright humiliating! Hiccuped moans silenced by your stunned cuss that she’s actually— she really fucking pissed on you, didn’t she?? No way. Your little Penny wetting herself, not to forget on you too. “Holy shit, did you really just— ahah, fuck— you really pissed all over yourself!” You gasp out momentarily only to snicker openly at the mess she’s created. The demeaning pitch of your laughter has her wanting nothing more than to wordlessly bury the burning heat visibly red across her cheeks in the comforting escape of her palms, avoid the look that she’ll surely have no choice but to eventually gaze at.

Aw, little sister Penny is humiliated, is that it? No need to be. If anything you might’ve accidentally developed a new twisted kink along the process of this, thanks to her. Willing to let this one silently slide by just this once, gently cooing down at her in the same manner you did as young kids whenever she tripped over her own carefully made steps, bruising her wobbly knees and sobbing so cutely for her big brother to comfort her. Hm, yeah. You had forgotten about that one sealed shut memory scattered across your hazy mind, shushing her overflowing tears. “Shh, cmon. It’s not that bad, is it?” Sort of might be to her, but you don’t seem to mind so in the slightest by the lazy roll of your hips, reluctantly slipping out of her sore cunt to shift her into a different position after. Wanna see the whole thing close by this time, adore every inch of her skin whether stained with the essence of her mess or not — since in the end, it’ll all be the same. Yours truly, to sinfully mark.

“Who else will get to stay with you after all of that anyway? See, Penny? I’m the only one — hah, the only one who gets to see you like this, alright?” Muttering out such sweet platitudes all the while sparing yourself a subtle glance in the nearby clock’s direction, lips curling up in satisfaction to the revealed confirmation. “So, there’s no really need to cry..”

Ah, sun is barely setting, huh. Looks like you have more time to spare than you originally thought. All the more better though, serves you as an excuse to spend a bit more quality time with your baby sister, right? More bonding.

Lucky for her, you’ll be putting those extra hours to good use.

“Looks like mom isn’t coming back home till later and I’ve gotta admit, I still have another one left in me.” You start off in an uncharacteristically tender tone, soothingly rubbing small circles over the flesh of her hips that draws another full body shiver from her. “What’d y’a say, huh? Hah, though you look a little spent out yourself, Pen. But, we’ll make do, won’t we?”

That’s right, you always do.

[chibikyo]

War Prize

Baraka x Reader

(can be read as male or female; no gendered terms used)

TW for non-con, biting, mild belly bulge/cum inflation

Description; You are defeated and taken prisoner during Shao Kahn's invasion of earthrealm. As the one to defeat you, Baraka is given you as a prize by the great Kahn. What does the tarkatan leader have planned for you?

*First time posting something I wrote to Tumblr. First time posting smut. No idea where this came from or why. I just got this idea in my head and decided to roll with it. I hope someone enjoys it.

During The first days of Shao Kahn's invasion of outworld, you had been captured by a horde of tarkatans, lead by Baraka. As one of earthrealms champions, you had been presented to the Kahn as a prisoner of war.

"Their yours, Baraka, a reward for your impressive victory." The Kahn had chortled and you were dragged through the koliseum and out into the wastes of Outworld. The Tarkatan war camp was a nightmare to behold. There were corpses, some whole, some dismembered, most in various states of being skinned, hung up outside of nearly every tent. You closed your eyes aganist the horrific sight, but couldn't block that sweet, putrid stench of decay from invading your senses.

When the tarkatans pulled you up a short set of stairs and threw you down on to a tacky wooden floor, you chanced opening your eyes. The sun blurred your vision as one tarkatan yanked you to your feet. You wanted to resist, to try and make your escape but your arms were bound tightly to your sides and your wrists tied together behind your back with thick, coarse ropes.

It was Baraka who lifted you by the waist and looped your bindings over a hook suspended from what might be a gallows. The hook was sharp and left a shallow cut along your back as Baraka let gravity settle you onto the massive hook. You could just barely touch the wood below with your toes. Enough to take away some of the burden of your weight and lessen the pressure of the ropes digging into your guts. Your arms ached being so tightly bound against you and any struggle would just exhaust you more.

A crowd of Tarkatans were gathering around the stage, more pouring in from the outskirts of the camp. Baraka was speaking harshly to the horde in his native tongue and you had no idea what was being said, but shame burned on your cheeks as the crowd cheered. Fear curled hot and heavy in your guts, flooded your senses with the weight of your panic as it slowly crawled its way up your throat. Would Baraka make it quick, or did Tarkatans like to play with their food first? The thought of this monster flensing you alive, stripping the skin from your bones without giving you a swift death first? It took everything in you not to give in and sob.

Baraka turned toward you and you could swear there was triumph on that twisted face. He leaned in close and you could see his nostrils flare as he scented you. His breath was hot against your cheek as he drew closer. You shut your eyes and jerked back, though that only succeeded in rattling the chains suspending you. You felt harsh fingers dig into your soft flesh as Baraka grabbed your chin to hold you still. A tear finally broke free to trail softly down your cheek and just as softly you felt what must have been Baraka's tongue tracing the path of it. Like the rest of him, his tongue was coarse, rougher than a human's. It scraped under your eye, lapping up the gathering pool of tears threatening to spill before Baraka pulled away.

He shouted once more at the crowd, their cheers drowning out the foreign words and deafening you. You took a deep breath, waiting to feel the sharp sting of teeth or the edge of Baraka's arm blade. You were stunned when you felt two massive hands digging into the fabric of your pants followed by a loud tearing sound that reverberated in your ear drums. You froze, mind unable to fully process what was happening as Baraka moved up, ripping away your top to expose your chest to the ever growing crowd. Strips of ruined fabric were all that was left of your clothes, except what could not be reached beneath the ropes.

A sudden dread swept over you as you felt Baraka's hands trail back to your hips, the rough pads of his fingers scraping against the delicate skin, diggng into the soft flesh. His breath was hot on the back of your neck as he pressed his teeth against your shoulder, inhaling deep to scent the skin where your neck and shoulder met. This, more than anything, finally snapped you out of the fugue that had settled over your mind.

You struggled against the tight bonds, thrashing and twisting to get away from the monster holding you captive. Baraka merely chuffed, his hands digging harder into the delicate curve of you just below the edges of the rope. He yanked you backward against him harshly, your feet slipping away from the wood even as you scrambled to find some purchase. What little comfort that had been afforded to you before was gone as you felt the ropes bite into you deeper.

Baraka wrapped one arm around your waist as the other moved up to close around your throat. His fingers gripped firmly around your neck, the hollow of your throat pressed against the hollow between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed only once, coupled with a low growl, which you knew was the only warning you would get about acting up. You felt a chill travel down your spine as Baraka pressed himself against you. You could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against your ass and the thought of what came next made you feel sick.

The crowd was jeering, shouting harsh words that you could not interpret and hissing encouragingly at their leader. Baraka settled you back in position before pulling his hands away to fumble behind you. You couldn't see what the Tarkatan was doing, but the soft 'schck' of fabric hitting the floor left little to the imagination. You closed your eyes as Baraka's hands found purchase on your thighs again. You didn't fight as your legs were spread enough for Baraka to press in behind you.

"Please don't fo this." You pleaded, desperate to put a stop to this even knowing you were helpless to stop him.

"Quiet," Baraka growled softly from behind you and you choked back a sob.

You braced yourself for pain, but once again was startled as Baraka soothed the skin beneath his hands.Trembling, you couldn't begin to fathom what the Tarkatan meant by the gesture before you felt that rough, almost sandpaper-esque tongue lick a stripe across your entrance. You gasped, the pain-pleasure combo making you dizzy as Baraka lapped at your hole again and again. Your thighs quivered as Baraka plunged his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, forcing pleasure to pool in your gut even as you weakly tried to protest. You could feel yourself reaching that crescendo as your aborted pleas slowly became little more than moans. As your "no" and "stop" became "yes" and "more" and "please".

Baraka's hands dug harder into your thighs, spreading your legs further so he could fuck his tongue even deeper into you. He lapped up the taste of you with abandon, savoring that salty, musky taste as he pushed deeper still, until you could feel the press of his teeth against your entrance. The thrill of those ivory daggers nestled against your most intimate place drove you over the edge and you screamed as you came, thrashing as the most intense orgasm of your life was wrung out of you, Baraka happily lapping up the mess you left as you quivered from overstimulation.

As you slowly came down from your high, the pain from the ropes digging into you was sharper and you felt your face burning in shame as the crowd cheered louder. You almost thought that was it, until Baraka pressed in behind you, his cock impossibly large and pressing into the crack of your ass. You whimpered as Baraka pressed two fingers into your quivering entrance, lubricating the way with the remnants of your orgasm. He pulled them away with a satisfied growl before manipulating you until your entrance was hovering just above his cock. You had never felt so empty before, never been so achingly hollow, and your body clenched with the need to be full. Knowing it would only hurt to fight what came next, you forced yourself to relax as Baraka began to push into you. He went slower than you expected, but unrelenting as his cock speared you open. You had never imagined something so huge could even fit, but your body opened up around him as he just kept pressing deeper and deeper. Not just big, but impossibly hard with deep ridges on the underside that pressed deliciously against your plush insides.

He seemed determined to make you take all of him, growling as he was met with tighter and tighter resistance. You could swear you felt him in your throat, choking as your breath was punched out of you. You felt Baraka wrap his arms tight around you, pressing so tightly against you that the protrusions of bone on his chest and atms dug into your skin. You could feel the growl make its way through him, your only warning as he thrust up into you. You screamed as his monstrous length bottomed out within you, followed by his teeth digging into the soft flesh of your shoulder. The pain was so all-encompassing as you sobbed and thrashed against him.

Baraka stayed nestled inside you, content to wait until your screams subsided into shuddered sobs. He brushed his hand soothinlgly against your collar bones, tracing the hollow of your throat softly and felt your breath hitch and you lurch with pleasure as his arm brushed against a sensitive nipple. His teeth slowly pulled out of your shoulder as he felt you settle again and he lapped at the blood spilling from the needle like punctures. The roughness of his tongue sent spikes of white hot pain through the torn muscle, mixed with the zing of pleasure as Baraka explored your chest, pinching and plucking at your nipples to feel you squirm against his cock nestled so deep inside you. You were panting, your breath hitching on little moans as you adjusted to the intrusion. Baraka pulled away from the wound on your back, twisting the hook and you with it so he could turn you to face him.

The drag of his cock inside you as he manipulated your body with ease had you choking. Once you were facing him, Baraka leaned down, his tongue laving at one of sensitive nubs eagerly. You could see his face twist with ecstasy as he toyed with each nipple in turn. That rough appendage dragging acrosd the delicate skin and over stimulated nerves beneath, coupled with the constant pressure of his thick length inside was too much. He gave a single. shallow thrust, more to readjust your weight against him than anything, and you moaned, gasping, as a second orgasm tore through you. Baraka pulled back, his hands at your waist as he slowly lifted you. The sensation of the hook dragging against your back was dwarfed by the drag of his cock as he lift you almost completely off of it. Your hole fluttered and clenched at the ache of being empty, though that only lasted a few seconds before Baraka was lowering you back down. You choked as that massive length filled you yet again. You barely registered the ropes falling away before Baraka wrapped his hands around your thighs, jerking your legs up and you had to fling your arms around his neck to stay balanced, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

His cock rubbed your sensitive walls, drawing out soft moans as you lay your head bonelessly against his shoulder. He barked out what may have been an order to the crowd and you were reminded that this whole ordeal had been in front of an audience. You were too tired to care at that point, burying your head into the crook of his neck as your arms tightened around the Tarkatan leader's neck. The press of his sharp protrusions barely noticeable compared to the shallow thrusts of his cock within you as he carried you down the stairs and away from the ever dissipating crowd.

You finally snapped back to reality as Baraka pressed you down into a nest of furs and blankets. You hissed as the soft fabric brushed against the bite on your shoulder, the skin raw and aching. The sun no longer burned your eyes and you blinked, taking in the walls of Baraka's tent. Compared to the macabre sight outside the tent, inside was quite clean and almost cozy. Baraka noticed your hiss of pain and encouraged you to roll over, only pulling out of you long enough for you to untangle your legs from his before thrusting back into you with a satisfied growl. This time the slide into you was nothing but pleasure and you shuddered with anticipation. A part of you, buried deep since this ordeal began, knew that you didn't want this, that this was an assault by the enemy. Despite this, your body had already begun to crave the heavy weight of Baraka pressed inside you; the tight, almost suffocating feeling of his cock buried in your deepest, most intimate parts.

Baraka caged your body between his arms as he leaned down to delicately lap up the few rivulets of blood that had seeped from his bite mark. He inhaled the scent of blood, coupled with the sharp tang of your phermones, and his tongue poked out to taste it. You whined, rocking your body back against his, desperate for him to move as you felt the deep aching need pooling in your guts again. His growl, as he pulled out until only the tip of his meaty cock rested within you, made you gasp, before his hips snapped forward, driving his cock inside you and punching the air out of your lungs. He began to thrust, hard, fast, dragging harshly against your inner walls as you struggled to catch your breath. You could feel the slide in your guts and when you looked down you could see the top of his cock pushing out from the lowest edge of your belly. You moaned, your hand trailing down to press against that bump, feeling that hard length as it rearranged your guts to carve out space for itself.

Baraka hissed and let out a loud groan as he felt your palm press against his cock from the outside. His thrusts became feral as he rutted inside you, making you choke and slide forward from the force. Your orgasm that had been slowly building crashed over you wave after wave as Baraka continued to batter your insides. You were still shaking, riding out the aftershocks as you felt Baraka's arms around your waist, yanking you back and against his chest as he buried himself as deep as he could and painted your insides with his thick seed. You felt pulse after pulse of hot cum shooting from his cock, filling you to the brim. Your hand went to your stomach, brushing against the head of his cock as he shook through his orgasm. It took a full minute for him to finally stop cumming and you could feel that thick seed leaking out from where the two of you were joined. Could feel his cock twitching inside you. Baraka's cock was still impossibly hard and he seemed content to stay buried within you. He lapped at the blood that had seeped out of your wound as you slowly caught your breath.

"Beautiful." Baraka hissed. "I am so glad the emperor let me keep you. I would have been more gentle, but a public claim is required to ensure the clan knows you are off limits."

"You were…claiming me?" Your voice was rough from screaming and disuse. Your throat ached as you spoke.

"Yes. I've been dying to mate with you since our first fight." Baraka growled. His hands worked there way down your body as he spoke, removing the last remnants of your clothes until you were fully naked against him. "At the tournament." He clarified, nuzzling against your neck so he could drink in the sweet smell of arousal within your phermones. "You smelled so sweet, so delicious, I could barely resist claiming you right then." He gave a shallow thrust making you moan. "You are even sweeter than I could have hoped for."

Your breath hitched at the confession as Baraka slowly arranged the two of you on the nest. He kept his thrusts going, shallow and soft, content to feel you squeezing around him and you could feel exhaustion threatening to swallow you. Although you had not consented, you had to admit that Baraka had been much more careful with you than you'd expected. It didn't help that his arms were huge and warm and you felt safe even with those imposing teeth nestled against the hollow of your throat. You should be finding a way to escape. Instead you moaned his name as he snapped for hips forward, his one hand finding its way between your legs to coax one last orgasm out of you. You clenched around him, your body trembling as you felt him coat your insides with another flood of cum before he finally slid out of you.

You whimpered at ache of being empty as you could feel his spend starting to leak out of you. Baraka's hand brushed against your hole, feeling the mess slowly oozing out of you and twisted away for a moment. You could feel him fumbling behind himself for something, then gasped as his hand found your entrance again. Two of his meaty fingers swirled through the mess collecting outside your hole before he slowly eased those digits, cum and all, back into you. He spent a few minutes pumping those digits into you, working his cum as deep as possible. You choked, cumming again even though you hardly thought it possible. He kept softly pumping his fingers, enjoying the way his cum sloshed around inside you as you whined at the overstimulation. Baraka's other hand gently stroked your soft belly, feeling the way the skin was stretched taught over the small pooch that had formed from how well he'd filled you up.

Finally, as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, he removed his fingers and replaced them with something cold and hard. It slipped inside you easily,the bulbous shape and its flared base plugging your hole and preventing any cum from sliding out. You shuddered as it pressed against your sensitive walls. It wasn't as big as Baraka's cock, nothing was, but it helped ease the ache of the emptiness you felt. You clenched around it as Baraka pressed firmly against your back. He kept a tight hold of you, his tongue leaving little trails over your skin. You were too sore to push him off. There was a bone deep exhaustion settling over you from the fighting followed by the most mind blowing, toe curling sex you'd ever experienced. You drifted off to the sound of Baraka growling softly to you in a mix of yours and his native tongue. You only caught a few of the words as the world faded to black.

"My mate."

[ladsofsorrow24]

honestly meryl stryfe is a good short woman representation in media

nightow never actually infantilize her in the story, even when she was kidnapped, put in a dangerous situation, even came out traumatized by what happened

as the reader, i can still feel her strength in overcoming these trials and challenges

like yeah she's a small woman but damn she got guts and confidence

which can be very inspiring, i think for any girls or young women reading this manga

(its even funnier because this is coming from a manga made around late 90s to early 00s, and somehow its even more progressive in its depiction of adult women than a lot of current works published recently)

[rodolfoparras]

power bottom price fingering himself in front of you, letting you watch but you can't touch yourself or touch him, you can only watch

Okay but hear me out .. Price figuring out he’s a power bottom with his very first bf..

Thinking about being Price’s first ever boyfriend, before you he had only slept with women and back then his role in bed had already been decided for him.

However when he meets you he gets to see what it’s like to be on the receiving end of things and while it feels nice, he can’t help but feel like there’s something missing.

One day he gets to discover just what had been missing when you ask to watch him as he pleasures himself.

For a moment he falls silent, mind grumbling over the question and you’re quick to reassure him that he doesn’t have to do it if he doesn’t want to.

But curiosity wins and he finds himself sprawled out on the sheets while you’re sat in a chair in front of the bed, with a full view of his naked body.

Despite not having done anything yet he can see your shaking hands, the tent you’re sporting in your pants and the way you lick your lips as your eyes trail over his naked body.

In that moment Price realizes the thing that had been missing.

As much as he loved being on the receiving end of things and had no plans on giving up on it, he missed the feeling of being in control, missed being the reason as to why his partner was falling apart.

And as the realization strikes him he feels his cock twitch, gaze darkening a bit as a smirk paints his lips. “I’ll only do this if you promise not to touch yourself”

He sees the surprised look flash in your eyes, the way you slightly gasp before you put your hands to the side.

“Alright - alright I promise- just please “ you say voice breathy and strained, cock painfully aching between your legs.

[chevvy-yates]

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