#one decides to be obedient and go inside and the other plays and by the tine i finally get the playful bunjy in the pen

[spindle-and-nima]

Both my bunnies know the command "inside!" Where when I say inside they know to toddle back to their pen and retire for the night. However spindle has a track record of making a game of it by obediently running to the pen door, binkying, then bolting the opposite direction until he decides the game is over and he goes inside.

I found out today Nima has also picked up this exhausting game and it's now like herding mischievous goats around my room until they both go the heck to bed 😭

[sanakimohara]

maybe more seungmin pet play please..🙈

[ OWNER ] K. S.

[ A/N ]: college has started for me…pray for me…

[ SUMMARY ]: request, (took my time with this one ;) )

[ PLAYLIST ]:

[ WARNINGS ]: NSFW + SMUT + MDNI + PETPLAY + ‘MEAN’ SEUNGMIN + IMPLICATIONS OF NON CON AND DUBCON + MASTER/OWNER KINK + MENTIONS OF DRUGS/WEED

Owner Seungmin tells you, “Dumb pups learn from their mistakes,” as he shoves his length deep into your constricting pussy. You yelp loudly as your walls forcibly part to fit around his twitching girth, his fleshy head prodding your cervix, and the feeling of it stuffing you full worsens the urge you have to release right then and there. It's written all over your face, brows knitted together in confused frustration and pleasure as Seungmin gathers your legs and presses them up and into your chest. His cock sinks deeper at the new and freed angle he's made for himself, daring your womb to relax and gush all over the thick muscle. You gasp when he shifts his hips away inch by inch, halfway out of your trained cunt before he says anything in the midst of your whining and crying for him not to move so soon again. “Hold it, pup.” he snaps his hips forward right as the words leave his lips, chuckling when you shake your head frantically and moan obnoxiously loud.

Owner Seungmin acts dismissively when you paw at his lap randomly, whining and begging to be as close as possible to him, and though he appears indifferent to your pleading, he allows you the chance. Without a glance from his phone, he bounces a leg, tapping it gently with his free hand to gesture you onto his lap. You straddle him immediately, always eager to be given a special place to sit. Seungmin is unbothered as you toy with his belt/jeans, letting you do what you please if you remain pleasant and obedient. A few grunts fill his chest when you get your hands on his cock, gently pumping him until beads of warm precum begin to drip from his tip and on your soft hands. You’re slow, head tilting to one side as you stare at nothing but his shaft hardening in your grasp, feeling painfully empty without it snuggled inside your tightening walls. You whimper quietly, frustrated by the visual reaction your body has each time he moans, not hiding how good you make him feel but refusing to put his entire attention on you. Seungmin stares at his screen, ignoring your doe eyes searching his face for any sign of recognition, having to settle for the lewd sound of his cock greedily fucking your hands as his hips roll in a steady rhythm and the occasional up tilt of his lips, the more worked up he gets. You’re simply doing as he trained you to do, pleasing your master when you need something fun to do, so what point would there be for him to reward you with a treat when it’s something you started? Seungmin isn’t that nice…not at first. He glances at your adorably dumb expressions, becoming determined. You give up persuading him and decide to take what you want. He doesn’t stop you from pulling your panties to the side, smirking as droplets of cum ease from your folds as the blue cotton squishes them together. You give him one look right through your lashes, and he doesn’t hesitate to nod, “Go on. Have your playtime, pup.” He kneads your ass to steady you as you do just that, rising on your knees inches above his cock to ease down on the throbbing muscle with a hand around its base. A high, bare audible whine vibrates your throat, taking his cock in one swift go, stuck there with his tip nuzzled to your womb, and held there until Seungmin has completely relaxed and taken a look at the small rise your stomach, his cock causes on impact. “What a good girl…” he moans, eyes sliding shut, head reeling back, and knuckles nearly turning white as he grips the phone for a sense of stability as you start to ride him with the guide of his other hand on your hip. Depending on his temperament, you’ll either have his undivided attention or have to work on it until he’s done scanning through his phone. You don’t mind either way, knowing you’re a good puppy for him by the slow and sweet pace of his thrusts and tender glances he spares you.

Owner Seungmin gives you a variety of tails to choose from. Fluffy ones are your favorite, and he adores them the most. He starts you off small first, ensuring you can larger plugs over time, not wanting to stretch your sensitive rim too fast. He allows us to choose the first set of ears, tail, and accompanying collar. “You’re sure you want this one, baby? I’ll buy you another when you can keep the first in without fussing.” You nod eagerly, smiling ear to ear as he double-checks your choice, “I’ve always wanted a y/f/c set, and it has a cute collar leash, too!” You zoom in on the product on his phone, admiring its details as he hums in agreement before kissing the top of your head and hitting the purchase button. “Thank you, Min,” you whisper, grateful as he pays for it without hesitation, laughing when you lovingly bite into his shoulder. Seungmin huffs, blushing, seeing you leave a tiny lick over his skin, his head nuzzled close to his as you pine for a kiss, which he gives with a roll of his eyes. “Spoiled mutt..” he mumbles against your lips, grinning, feeling your fingers brush through his freshly cut hair. You swore he looked entirely different with the new style, pawing at him like you were in heat more often than usual, and Seungmin hardly minded your constant touchiness.

Owner Seungmin ‘pets’ you quite a lot. Head pats are essential. Chin rubs go hand in hand, lazily running his thumb back and forth across your cheek or lips. He lets you lean on him often, knowing you’d rather be all over him in private but behaved enough to deal with just curving off his body heat in public. Being alone with Seungmin is a broad contrast; when neither of you wants to do anything more than cuddle, he adores ‘petting’ you in other ways. Groping your breasts over or under your thin tops, causally rubbing them when you rant on about your day, gently rolling the pads of his fingers around your pert nipples until the stand perfectly peeked through the fabric. You never get used to him handling your body so easily, able to suppress soft sighs and mute moans for the better part of his teasing but still red in the face whenever his hands venture elsewhere. Seungmin gets a real kick out of palming your stomach, halfway listening to what you’re saying as he tries to count exactly how many loads of his cum he’s filled you with. You fight to keep sane when he sets a hand over your pussy, gently cupping it as if to remind you that it’s his when no one else is around. God forbid you have your tail and ears on. Seungmin has a terrible habit of playing around with you even more, purposely toying with your tail to hear you whimper loudly, feeling the glass plug it’s connected to swirl in your ass, muttering in your ear how cute you look with match ears and a pathetically desperate look on your face as you press your thighs together in excitement. You love it and hate it all at once. You are looking at the part of his ‘perfect puppy’ but unable to escape the less than innocent ‘petting’ that comes with it.

Owner Seungmin asks Felix to help him bake special treats for you occasionally. The ingredients aren’t unfamiliar to the blonde, a brownie mix that combines more than a pinch of THC and CBD. Felix is confused when Seungmin sets out two baking trays with dog-treat shapes. “When did you get a dog?” He asks, easing a brow but picking them up along with the packs of cannabis additives he brought. Seungmin shakes his head, a plain smile on his face, “I didn’t.” The answer is short and confident, throwing Felix off entirely as he begins to pull out the materials for two batches of brownies. “You don’t have a dog, but are you making dog treats? Don’t tell me you’re eating these yourself.”

“No. Not for me. For Y/n.” he causally answers, turning on the kitchen sink to wash his hands before turning to dry them and coming face to face with a rightfully shocked Felix.

“I’m sorry…these are for who?!”

Seungmin sighed, rolling his eyes as the younger struggled to keep from smiling like a madman who had just discovered the secret to life. “For Y/n…now, can you help me out or not?”

Felix swallows a stunned laugh, racing with the possible explanations as to why you -one of the sweetest, most friendly people he knew- would need dog treats. “Alright…y-yeah, let’s get started then.”

An hour later, when you walk through the front door of their dorm, announcing your arrival with a bright smile, you’re oblivious to various looks Felix throws your way as Seungmin pauses, helping him to return your hug and kiss. He speaks up when you hurry into the kitchen, clearly excited by whatever Seungmin whispered in your ears when you greeted him. “Are these really for you, Y/n?…”

Felix lets his eyes wander your face, puzzled by how amazed you look, admiring the brownie treats cooling on a backing mat. “Yeah…they look so good too!” Your response came as natural as Seungmin’s had, and Felix felt utterly dumbfounded for a moment until he spotted the tag on what would be a perfectly normal necklace. A lock tag jingles on it when you move, ‘good pup’ engraved into it and catching his attention before your bright smile does. “Why do you ask, Lix…?” You see no name on teasing him a little, and you are already aware of Seungmin, nor were you shy about your dynamic. Felix wasn’t the type to let his curiosity go unanswered for long. “Uhm…u-uh Nothing…never mind!” his freckled cheeks go warm as you blink at him slowly, chuckling when he fails to keep his gaze away from your necklace. Seungmin brushes past you both, snapping Felix out of his trance long enough for you to bump his slightly agape mouth shut with a gentle tap of your finger. “Thanks for helping with my treats, Lix…” you speak lower, watching his eyes soften, and his stance shift to hide the erection you already caught a glimpse of. Seungmin peers at you over Felix’s shoulder, eyes half-lidded, watching you tease the younger for a bit longer. You had figured out the same thing Felix had about you, and maybe, just maybe, your little discovery would be helpful.

Owner Seungmin is prone to taking advantage of you. Occasionally, if you’re extra well-behaved, he’ll slip you one of the ‘treats’ he and Felix made. You take it without much thought to how strong of a high it causes, strung out of your mind in under an hour, and so so so pliable. You practically nod and whimper ‘yes’ to everything he says. Your eyes are blown wide from the drugs, your head is light as a feather, and your every nerve is on fire. You’re vulnerable, entirely dumbfounded, and Seungmin revels in it. You make it so easy for him, a whiny mess as he pounds into your slippery pussy like his life depends on it, and you love it. You tremble and shake every time his cock bullies into your sweet spot, eyes rolling, tongue lolling out of your drooling mouth, and your breasts bouncing with every impactful thrust he gives. Seungmin is hyper-focused on making you go a little dumber, spilling his cum into your quivering walls over and over until you sob loudly and beg him to let it all settle in your pussy and leak out. You’re sensitive, overly stimulated by the minor things; his hand squeezing your throat till air barely slithers through it, his breaths fanning your skin, and the stretch of his cock as it throbs inside your sloppy cunt for what feels like hours. You love these types of treats, love how well he takes advantage of you in the process, and madly in love with borderline disgusting things he mumbles in your ears the whole time to make you involuntarily cream around his shaft while tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

“Aw, your poor pup…is it too much? Master giving you more than your previous pussy can handle?..”

“Filthy fucking mutt…you’re enjoying this aren’t you?..”

“So well trained…”

“Fuck, I love stuffing you full like this, baby…feels so warm and perfect..”

Owner Suengmin is mindful of your needs. A few head pats and kisses to the tip of your nose? Done. You want to rest your head or sit in his lap? Do it. He never minds. Giving him a bracelet specially made to remind him you're his? He’ll wear it and never take it off. Ownership goes both ways, and Seungmin remains steadfast in your dynamic.

[ A/N ]: I’ve gotten back into AOT (Attack on Titan) recently and I’m really considering starting a new page for my fave character (Captain Levi)…it’ll be my FOURTH tumblr page but oh well-

[ Ao3 LINK ]: n/a…yet

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]:

I have something mildly inappropriate to say about him…but I’m gonna keep it to myself and let this post speak for me- credits to creator 🖤

[pumpkin-cake]

Family Man Farmer Logan (2)

dad!logan x fem!reader

YIPPIE part two!!!! thank you and credit to @mega-kittyglitter-1 for the idea of bringing wade in :)

i've also just decided to name the kid because i don't like referring to her as 'your daughter' so yeah

divider credit to @cafekitsune

part one

warnings: wade breaks the fourth wall

Logan held your daughter, Jean, as the two walked towards the stables. She messed with his beard hairs while they did so, to which Logan ignored.

"You remember the rules when we feed the horses?" He asked, his gruff voice holding softness to it as he brought her to the small stable he'd built along with several other buildings on the farm.

"Listen to what Daddy says." Jean repeated a bit vaguely, and he chuckled.

"Yes, listen to what I say. You gotta be easy with 'em. I know you're so excited to see 'em but loud noises can scare 'em." He explained, grabbing a bag of apples he kept around. The horses had grass and hay and the such inside the stable, but Jean liked feeding them applies, so he'd indulge her.

"But they're so much bigger than me!!!" She exclaimed incredulously.

"I know, but you're much louder than 'em sometimes." He chuckled, heading to one of the pens where a chestnut colored horse with flowers in her mane (courtesy of you and Jean), who was named Indy. She was the nicer one compared to her brother, Bishop. He was a bit challenging, more likely to fight with Logan. He was usually a good boy, though. Logan was a fierce man, able to establish boundaries and get some mutual respect going on between the two.

One time, Bishop had tried to nip at Jean when she was a baby. You'd never seen Logan so angry with an animal. He of course understood that the horse had been offended and maybe a bit frightened by Jean patting his nose with no warning, but the thought of anything or anyone hurting his girl was enough to make him fume.

Logan held Jean up, as she was nowhere near tall enough to reach the horses on her own. "You know what to do." He said softly, not too worried about Indy hurting Jean, but he was always careful when it came to his babygirl.

Jean carefully and slowly reached out with a big smile on her face, holding the apple in the palm of her hand. Indy made a happy snort and ate the apple whole, cronching on it loudly. Jean giggled infectiously, looking at Logan as she reached out to pet the horse.

"You're good, babygirl." He assured her, glad that Jean was so obedient when it came to this stuff. She was stubborn like her parents but neither of you played around when it came to her safety.

Jean gently began to stroke Indy's snout, a big grin on her face while she did so. Logan held her there for a while, until Jean pulled on his flannel to lead her over to Bishop. Luckily, she didn't have any bad memories of the horse trying to bite her, so she wasn't too afraid.

"Same thing, babygirl. Nice and easy." Logan hummed, giving her an apple to offer to the bigger horse. With no fear, she held out the apple to the horse, smiling innocently. Bishop hesitated, but did lean forward and take the apple from her hand. Logan nodded, pleased. "There we are, was that fun?" He asked Jean, who nodded happily as she carefully pet Bishop as well.

"Daddy, can we go pick flowers for Mommy?" She asked.

"That sounds like a great idea, baby." He chuckled, letting her say goodbye to Indy and Bishop before taking her out to the field of flowers that you mainly took care of. Logan was the handy man, dealing with the animals and any heavy lifting. He set her down, and she immediately went running to get the perfect amount of flowers.

God was he glad his daughter got to grow up in a space like this. If she was a mutant, it hadn't developed yet. If she was, he'd be even more grateful. She wouldn't have to worry about anybody trying to hurt her. You and him had the tools to homeschool her if necessary, and she had a big wide open space for growing and developing and learning.

His little daydream was interrupted by the crackling sound of a vehicle on the dirt road coming to the farm. His eyebrows furrowed, and groaned when he spotted the man inside the car. He forgot that Wade Wilson was dropping off a couple things per your request. You and Wade got along way better than Logan did with him. Wade always offered to babysit but Logan didn't trust him alone with Jean for even a minute.

Jean looked up and her brows furrowed just like his when she saw the car park and a strange man get out of the car. She dropped the flowers and booked it to Logan's legs, hugging them and watching.

Wade chuckled. "There's the wolfie! Look at you, a farm boy!" He cheered, a box underneath his arm. "The wifey wanted some rare flower seeds that little ol' me got for her! Oh! I'm getting your wife flowers!!!! You need to step it up, peanut!" He rambled, heading over.

Logan felt Jean's grip on his denim jeans tighten, and oh god her face. It was an exact copy of his scowl. He huffed, gently putting his hand on the back of Jean's head to comfort her. "I built this whole place for her. Now shut the f- shut up." He corrected himself. You didn't like it when he swore in front of Jean.

"Speaking of peanuts! It's your spawn!" He did crouch down, hoping that Jean wouldn't be too scared of his face. "I'm Wade Wilson, has your mommy told you about me? Daddy probably hasn't, he isn't as nice as your mommy."

Actual crickets around the grass punctuated Jean's silence.

"Oof, tough crowd. Daddy's girl, huh?" He said with a chuckle, a bit unnerved at how goddamn similar she was to him. He'd seen that scowl on a much older face plenty of times.

"Go on inside, she's in there." Logan said, not appreciating the fact that Jean was just as snarky towards this guy. Little kids did have good instincts, not to mention she was his daughter.

Wade held up his hands in surrender. "Alright alright, I'll let you have some more daddy-daughter time. The author needs it for his daddy issues." He said, heading inside to greet you.

"Who was that man?" Jean asked, the scowl still on her face.

"A friend of mommy's, like he said." Logan sighed as she let go of him.

"He's annoying." She huffed, going and collecting the flowers she had put down. Logan couldn't help but laugh out loud. She sure was his daughter.

"He sure is. Let's go bring these to Mommy."

[senseofnewness]

kink headcanons for art tashi and patrick GO

kink headcanons [nsfw]

tw & cw : cnc, bdsm, anal, unprotected sex

Art

oral : art always has a part of you in his mouth. whether it’s your tits or your fingers. or your cunt. he could spend hours just lapping at your pussy like a starving man. while receiving is always very nice, he just prefers giving. oral sex might be his favorite part of it. he considers it an honor when you allow him to eat you out after a long day of work. you finally get to relax and he finally gets to eat.

cuckolding : art is a bit of a voyeur, and while he’s extremely possessive with you, he also enjoys watching you fucking someone else. what truly turns him on is that they can fuck you as hard as they want, make you see stars and all, you still belong to him at the end of the day. they will never have you. they only can fuck you because he allows it.

lingerie : art loves lingerie. silk, lace, even plain cotton, as long as you’re in it. but the thing is that he doesn’t just like watching you wear lingerie, he also likes wearing it. the sensation of the tight lacy panties constricting around his cock and balls just makes him dizzy. good thing, he’s got a drawer full of them for the both of you to share because he ruins them with every wear, all stretched and worn.

submission : what art loves with submission, it’s surrendering control. he has spent his life letting others decide for him and at first he thought it was because it was easier that way, but he actually enjoy being a puppet. he likes it when you tell him what to do, how to do it and when. he just follows your orders, head empty but balls full.

breeding : he only has one goal : fill you up to the brim. he can’t resist you, your full breast and your wide hips, a body made to carry his offspring. it's animalistic, he just have to come inside you. more than the act itself of breeding you, it’s the whole symbolism that turns him on, you belonging to him, only him. by receiving him, you are committing to him. and so is he. nothing would commit him more to you than being your baby daddy.

Tashi

domination : she’s the type who doesn’t even need to raise her voice, just a look, and you’re on your knees. you’re her precious pet and pets should obey their master. you’re not having sex with tashi, she’s fucking you. you don’t get to participate, you’re here to endure it while she plays with her strap and your tight little cunt. No one allowed you to enjoy it.

edging : tashi has the patience of a saint, and she will have you begging long before she even considers letting you come. she loves watching you squirm. when she knows you’re close, she just teases you until you beg for a release. but she won’t give it to you until she's done herself. good girls come second.

facesitting : you might be the pillow princess of the two, but when tashi sits on her throne, she better get the attention she deserves. she wants you to inhale her scent and get drunk on it while you eat her pussy like it’s the most delicious dish you have ever tasted. she just rides your face like her life depends on it and you should consider yourself lucky if she lets you breathe

roleplay : costumes? check. accents? check. tashi is committed to the whole bit, she even thinks about scenarios beforehand. roleplaying allows her to escape from reality and from the life where she’s forced to play the coach 24/7. you both become someone else and she fucks you like you’re a whole new person she just met each time. she can be a spy, a sergeant, a police officer, a doctor, or a knight. she is everything. just like barbie.

mommy : when tashi says she’s taking care of you, she means every single aspect of your life. she knows you better than you know yourself. and what had started as an innocent dig, “mommy”, had turned into something more. you love the power she has over you, how she takes care of you and all you have to do in exchange is be an obedient little girl. but sometimes mommy gets mad and since she knows you so well, she knows what are the best ways to punish you.

Patrick

barebacking : what are condoms, literally? patrick has never seen one in his whole life. with casual fucks, he uses the good-old pull out method but with girlfriends, he kinda counts on you to take contraception because there is no way in hell that he’s going to wrap it up when nothing makes him harder than the idea of creampie. he knows it’s risky, maybe he had gonorrhea once, and maybe he has unknown children somewhere, but now he’s only having sex with you, he’s not really worried about that.

cnc : after discussing boundaries and agreeing on a safe word beforehand, he just loves taking you wherever, whenever he wants. he just loves watching you struggle under him, when you cry and beg him to leave you alone because it’s not the moment or place for that, when he pretends he's an intruder and he has to tie you up and gag you because you won’t stop screaming. and he knows you love it too because it makes you so wet.

praise : it probably comes from the fact that nobody really considers him except you but patrick loves praises. he needs to hear how good he was, how good he made you feel, that only him can make you feel that way. he needs you to adore him, to worship him. he needs you to be obsessed with him.

anal : don’t date patrick zweig if you don’t want it up the ass. his tongue, his fingers or his cock, it doesn't matter, you're going to get it. he just loves how tight you are in there, and the way you clench so hard around his cock, swallowing him whole, he simply loses his mind.while he appreciates the beauty of breasts, asses are where it's at.

degradation : patrick will break you down and watch you crumble. he is the type of guy who whispers the most degrading stuff in your ear, humiliating you by commenting any of your action in bed like it’s the most obscene thing he has ever seen or heard, making you feel like the dirtiest, most worthless little slut and the worst part is that you will thank him for it.

[ellastone-olsen]

MafiaBoss!Wanda Maximoff x f!security!reader.

Warnings: NSFW 18 + knife play, guns, murder, pet names, eating out, impact play, dark! Wanda, overstimulation, mommy kink

AN: oh my god, today is exactly one month since I’ve been publishing my works here, thank you everyone, I’m glad you like my works💗

Mafia boss Wanda who...must control absolutely everything. Even if she is under you, her orders guide you so that there is no doubt about who is in charge. “Such an obedient little pup, lick mommy clean.” She guides you. “Faster, insert your fingers, oh yes like that, make me cum and I’ll get you a reward.” She encourages you, holding your hair to guide your head and ride your face.

Mafia boss Wanda who...always keeps a gun near her, even if entire retinue of security is around. One day you allowed yourself the impudence to anger her, and she took a weapon from the inside pocket of her coat, fired a warning shot somewhere to the side, and then put the barrel under your chin. “Don’t make me angry, dumb pup, you know how easily I can pull the trigger and not blink an eye.” You knew that she could, but you also knew that she would never do this, not with you.

Mafia boss Wanda who...after a hard day, drags you by the collar of a snow-white shirt into her room and casually throws you on the bed. “Mommy had a terrible day so let me use you like the stupid fucktoy you are.” Of course you have no choice, but you don't mind helping a woman relieve stress. When her tongue overstimulates you and a whine escapes your mouth, her hands press you harder and a rough, “Be patient.” that's all you hear.

Mafia boss Wanda who...noticed how her other guards treat you because of your obvious closeness. And when one of these bastards decides to start a fight with you, she will simply take out that same gun and shoot him in the head. “If anyone else decides to commit lynching, he will go to hell for this piece of shit. Did everyone understand me!?” She does not tolerate people touching what belongs to her.

Mafia boss Wanda who...tells you to get on all fours and crawl to her feet so that she rests the stiletto heel on your shoulder leaving a mark of the sole on your shirt and orders you to use your mouth. Finally, you obediently kiss her legs until you reach the top of her black stockings, smelling her arousal through her matching black underwear. Looking up with your puppy dog ​​eyes, you get a nod from her and run your tongue over her clothed pussy, tasting her.

Mafia boss Wanda who...also does not neglect knives and always keeps a couple with her, for example, for murder or a little game with you. Perhaps she will leave a few scratches on your thighs while she eats you, perhaps the knife will painfully pass across your cheek and leave a deep scar as proof that she owns you. And when your tears gather in the corners of your eyes, she shows unusual tenderness and wipes them away with the pad of her thumb, whispering false words of reassurance.

[iliketangerines]

hi, hello, how are ya? 🎊 perhaps a stalker mk1 kung lao? I know I’m sick.

like the reader and him def have known each other for a while. and under the guise of friendship gained trust. he raids her drawers, steals panties, reads her journal, etc.

so one day while the reader is out doing whatever, Kung Lao decides to snoop through her stuff because of obsession

and heard reader returning. So he scrambles inside her closet, watching her through the crack, creepy moment you know?

reader hears a rustle, and opens the closet, shocked. But Kung Lao shuts the reader up by crashing his lips to theirs, Then it escalates.

dub con smut? If not that’s cool. Normal smut? If not that’s cool. I love your writing. Have a wonderful day!! ⚛️🪅

thinking about you

a/n: KUNG LAAAAAOOOO. gotta preface by saying, hey, please don’t actually stalk people or break into their houses because that’s a crime

pairing: kung lao x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creepy kung lao, noncon, panty sniffer, blowjobs

Kung Lao cannot stop thinking about you

every second of the day you inhabit his head, frolicking around and haunting his every thought and dream, and no matter what he tries he can’t keep his mind off you

maybe it was because you were from the big city, and he had always dreamed of being able to go to the cities and find a more exciting life than the one he held here

or maybe you were just pretty and exotic and something new in the village, where he knew everyone and their dirty secrets except for yours

whatever it was, Kung Lao knew this wasn’t healthy, not when he’s watched and memorized your schedule and shirked his responsibilities to creep on you

not when he’s crept up to your window and looked inside of your bedroom and took note of every decoration and nook and cranny in your room

not when he’s crept into your bedroom in the middle of the night when you were fast asleep and just watched you laying in your bed

and he definitely should not be in your apartment a few minutes after you had left for your day job and wouldn’t be back for a few hours

and he most definitely should not be peering into your laundry basket and picking a pair of your undies, hands shaking and pupils dilating at the sight

Kung Lao brings the panties up to his face, breathing in the scent of you, and he hums, it smells like your body wash and so distinctly you

he shouldn’t, he really really shouldn’t, but he sticks his tongue out and tastes the fabric where you’ve touched it with your skin and it feels like he’s about to cum in his pants

shoving his hand down his pants, so desperate he doesn’t even pull them down for easier access, he strokes his cock, just taking in the scent of you as he jerks himself off

groaning into the air, he swipes his thumb over the tip, collecting the pre-cum on his cock and spreading it along the length

the friction of his hand against his underwear doesn’t matter, not when he’s surrounded by your very essence, not when he’s got your panties in his hand

he can imagine you right now, on your knees, sucking his cock, tears gathered in your pretty eyes, lips stretched around the girth

would you be teasing? playful? play with him and leave him on the edge until he shoved your head and down and came down your throat?

or would you be good? obedient? doing your best to make him cum and bobbing your head up and down, the sound of your slurping and gagging filling his ears?

however you would be, Kung Lao would enjoy it, he would enjoy you and your body, your sounds, your softness, your obedience, whether or not you gave it to him

taking another sniff of your panties, he brings them down into his pants, wrapping the fabric around his aching cock, and he bites his lip to hold in a loud grunt as he pumps himself with your panties

it doesn’t feel good, fabric much too rough and the slide not enough, but it felt like heaven to him, and Kung Lao closes his eyes

he pumps his cock faster and faster, imagining he’s fucking you, listening to your pleas and cries for him to make you cum, feeling you squeezing around him

Kung Lao groans as he imagines the taste of your cum on his tongue, he would make you cum with his mouth over and over again to hear you plead for mercy

the monk groans and cums into your panties, rubbing himself through his orgasm and opening his eyes to let the haze fuzz away as his mind clears

taking the panties out of his pants, they’re thoroughly soaked in his cum, and he wonders if he should just fling them back into your laundry basket right on top or if he should bury it in the middle

if he left it on top, he’s not too sure if you would notice, you didn’t have a penchant for looking in the laundry basket when you stripped off your clothes

but if you did…

oh he can already taste your fear, and it would be delicious

but he could also bury it in the bottom, knowing that you just throw the laundry in one big pile into the washing machine

Kung Lao flings them to the top of the laundry basket, not like you would be able to get a DNA test in this small town, and he takes one more look around your room before crawling out the window

he cannot wait to see what happens

[moonlightisdancing]

Grapefruit Juice/j.m.k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ jealousy, mutual masturbation, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), dom josh/sub reader, food play, a little bit of discipline & cockwarming if you squint, mocking/teasing, praisepraisepraise

as always pls lmk if any tags are missed

a/n: this one’s been brewing since this picture dropped… sorry to keep it for so long…

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“I don’t like that you do that.” You huff, throwing yourself into a chair opposite of where Josh’s sitting.

“What’s the matter? Jealous?” He smirks, stretching his arm across the back of the couch.

“No! Just- what if you get sick or something? It’s not always about jealousy, Josh.”

“Seems to me like you’re pretty jealous. Maybe I should bring one of those girls back here instead.”

“What do you mean?” You know what he means, you were more giving him a chance to fix his statement than you were asking for clarification.

“I mean I came back here, ready to fuck my girl after a long show, and she’s bitching because I kissed a couple fans. But those fans,” He leans forward while waving his hand towards the door of the green room. “They’d be glad to watch me touch myself, let alone be the one doing it.”

“Then do it.” If he wants to play games, you’ll play, too. You knew he wouldn’t actually bring someone backstage, especially for sex, it was more risky than a kiss. Josh sighs and stands from the couch before making his way to the door.

“Yeah? And make you watch?” A tinge of jealousy resurfaces as you watch him slowly wrap his fingers around the door handle. He looks back at you, almost waiting for you to protest his actions, but you don’t. No matter how much jealousy boils inside, you won’t let him win. Gripping the arm rests with your hands, you begin pushing yourself out of the chair.

“Aht, sit and stay.” Josh glares at you with a hint of annoyance, his coffee brown eyes warning you to obey him.

The worst part is you did obey him.

Sitting and wallowing in your shame, you wait for what feels like forever before Josh returns. His presence lingers behind the door, his voice low as he speaks to someone. When a female voice responds, all sense of security is ripped from you. The door handle rustles before finally opening, Josh peeking his head through the gap.

“Look at you, all obedient and shit,” He quips, staring deep into your soul as he brings the rest of his body inside the room, shutting the door behind him. He changed and returned with… A grapefruit? Josh is wearing his usual outfit, those damned khaki pants and a white t-shirt he somehow always kept white. He barely removed his makeup, remnants of black eyeliner smeared across his lower lash line. Your eyes can’t stop watching as he tosses the grapefruit in his hand, effortlessly catching it each time.

Josh makes his way to the couch in silence, leaning back into the cushions as he continues staring at you. He was playing a game, granted you weren’t sure what kind. Josh digs his thumbs into the top of the grapefruit, and just when you think he’d start peeling it, he turns it around and presses his thumbs into the other side. You inch yourself forward on the chair, trying your best to understand what the hell he’s doing. While he continues with the silence, working his fingers into the fruit, you decide to keep the game going.

“So where’s the lucky girl?” You chide, and disregarding the length of your skirt you cross one leg over the other. Josh’s eyes can’t help but meet your lace covered core as you catch him biting his lip.

“Oh, she’s right in front of me,” He sighs, licking the grapefruit juice off his thumbs before adjusting himself on the couch. “Except I wouldn’t call her lucky.”

The sight of his thumbs tucked between his pretty lips drives you mad. Oh how you wish it was your mouth he shoved his fingers into until you gagged on the flavor.

“Yeah? And why is that?”

“Because you’re not allowed to touch me, only watch.” His free hand reaches down and begins undoing the zipper and button to his pants, he isn’t wearing underwear allowing his thick cock to be instantly on display. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, and quickly fall at the remembrance of his words.

Not allowed to touch.

But you were instructed to watch, so you do. Your eyes fix on his hands fiddling the grapefruit and only then did you put the pieces together. Josh’s left hand slowly inches down his torso until his cock is settled in his palm, his right hand bringing the grapefruit to his tip. Josh winces at the feeling of the cold citrusy juice dripping down his length onto his pelvis. All you want is to lick him clean as the juice continues spilling onto his tan skin. Each painfully slow flick of his wrist makes more of a mess both of him and you, a warm slick pooling at your core. Desperate for any sort of contact, you squeeze your crossed legs tighter together and roll your hips.

“Shame you’ve been such a brat, wish your pussy was making a mess instead…” Josh furrows his brows as he works the deep pink fruity flesh over his shaft, careful not to make too much of a mess on the white couch below him.

“Please?” You desperately whine at the thought of him inside of you.

“I don’t think so. Sit back for me, mamas.” He gestures with his left hand, his right still slowly working the grapefruit over his cock. You follow his instructions, uncrossing your legs to sit back against the chair.

“Go ahead, touch yourself for me.” Josh instructs, his pace growing slower.

You reach your hands down and pull your panties to the side, running your fingers through your velvety folds. He hums in approval as you begin working your fingers over your bud. Having him so close yet so far away is punishment in and of itself, but your inability to get off on your own is just as bad. You watch his cock stretch the grapefruit, fucking the insides into a pulpy mess only wishing that were you. In a desperate attempt to feel any semblance of him inside, you dip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, trying to curl them the way he does. Josh raises his eyebrows and watches you in amusement, shaking his head back and forth.

“Josh…” You mewled, eyes silently begging him for more.

“You make it so hard to be mad at you,” He sighs again and stops jerking himself off, calling you over with two fingers.

You lower your legs to the ground before bringing yourself to the edge of the chair and ultimately to your knees, crawling across the floor until you kneeled between his legs. Waiting for instructions, your eyes remain fixed on the grapefruit resting at the base of his cock. Josh slowly works the citrus up his length again, hissing at the feeling as it engulfed his tip, popping off the top with a lewd sound that echoes against the walls.

“See that?” He asks in a deep, sultry voice, gesturing to the fruit induced mess at the base of his cock.

“Mhm...” You hum and nod.

“Clean it up.”

You begin reaching your hand up, and when your fingers barely wrap around his shaft, he slaps your hand and grabs your wrist.

“Did I tell you to touch me?” He scoffs, tossing your arm to the ground.

“Well, how am I-”

“How am I?” He mocks, a smirk forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re allowed to use your tongue, that’s it. Now clean it up.”

With the sting of his touch fresh on your hand, you’re much more mindful of where your hands rest as you begin licking his skin clean. You aren’t typically one for grapefruit, but Josh makes it your favorite flavor. You lap at and slurp the tangy juice and pulp, dragging your tongue across every inch of his pelvis and cock until nothing remains on his skin. Josh nods as you hover your mouth over his leaking tip, giving you permission to feed his shaft into your mouth.

You are careful, mindful and gentle with each passing of your tongue over his delicate skin, grateful he’s allowing you to touch him so much. Hesitantly, you bring one hand up and press it against his balls, softly rolling them in your palm. It’s not long before precum leaks from his tip, quickly followed by his hot release as he begins fucking your throat. Stinging in the back of your throat is present accompanied by tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as his cum spills down your throat.

“Such a good girl, swallow for me.” He encourages.

At the conclusion of your task, Josh brings his hand to cradle your face, wiping your tears before trailing his thumb down to trace your bottom lip.

“You want a treat?” Josh asks almost condescendingly, but you know he means well.

You nod your head yes and his other hand meets your lips with a wedge of grapefruit tucked between his thumb and index, gently pushing the sticky fruit into your mouth. Josh continues pushing pieces of tangy goodness onto your tongue, praising you when each piece was swallowed.

“So pretty when your mouth’s full, mamas.”

“Thank you,” You blush, turning into his palm. It’s amazing how even in these moments he remains sweet as can be.

“C’mere,” Josh helps you to your feet, placing his hands on the backs of your thighs to guide you over his waist. His fingertips knead your skin, lips working over the bit of cleavage your tank top allows. Josh’s hands inch up until they meet your panties, tugging them to the side with fervor. He reaches his hand further between your thighs until ultimately giving you what you want, his fingers buried deep inside. You fight the urge to grasp onto his shoulders as you follow his instructions, instead digging your nails into your own thighs.

Not allowed to touch.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” Josh’s breath hitches in his throat as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out. The only thing you want more in this moment is to sink down onto his length and feel him the closest way you can. Sensing your desire, he removes his fingers and places his hands on your hips, pushing you down onto his cock. Still unsure if you can touch him, you grip the edges of your skirt instead, your knuckles turning white with pleasure.

Josh holds you down on his cock as he begins kissing up your neck, sending chill bumps across your skin and drawing a whine from your lips. You could feel the heat creeping across your chest and cheeks as his teeth grazed your earlobe.

“You can touch me now,” Josh mumbled into your skin. It’s a matter of seconds before your fingers find themselves tangled in his hair, tugging handfuls at the base as he gently starts to fuck into your aching pussy.

Josh’s hands travel from your hips to laying flat across your back before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. Each thrust is intentional and melodic in its own way, the unusual angle hitting new spots neither of you knew about. Josh’s forehead becomes coated in a thin sheen of sweat pressed against your chest as his lips leave marks across your breasts.

Your head falls forward, cheek resting against Josh’s curly mess of hair as your arms wrap around his head and neck. The two of you find a rhythm that works, switching between lifting your hips and slamming them down to match his movements and grinding your clit against his pelvis. You pull his hair enough to bring his head back, exposing his lips to the cool air of the room. His chin is wet in a delicious combination of sweat and saliva from the open mouth kissing across your breasts, but that doesn’t stop you from pressing your lips against his to taste him. He tastes sweet, salty and desperate in all of the right ways.

Passion and pleasure washes the two of you as you both come undone in one anothers grasp, the unraveling threads intertwining and sewing you together. Soft uh’s and both your names fill the air as you tighten around Josh’s length, ultimately aiding in his warm release pouring into you. You think of the way his pretty pink cock looked tearing through the grapefruit, thankful that you got to feel the stretch he previously only let you watch from across the room.

The two of you lay together, Josh’s softening dick still buried inside your throbbing cunt. Even without being hard, he fills you perfectly. Tired kisses are exchanged alongside a mumbled mix of I love you’s and other domestic thoughts before he clears his throat and speaks.

“You done being jealous now?” Josh chides, smirking against your lips.

“M’not jealous.” You groaned.

“S’okay if you are, you’re still my baby.”

[littlemissmiller]

His Good Girl 🎀

Pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

Summary: you’re famous in the capitol, everyone wants you or to be you, but only coriolanus get to have you. the night you and him take your relationship public, his jealousy and possessive nature overcomes him. he decides to make it clear who you belong to.

Warning: 18+ smut, praise kink, dom!snow, sub!reader, fingering, p in v, oral (f receiving), cum play, hickeys, possessiveness, jealously, porn with a plot

Word count: 5.1k

A/N: hello again :D! wow back to back posts look at me go. so i was struggling to figure out what i was going write next and didn’t expect to post again so soon until like next week, but i stumbled across this in my notes app last night after i published my billy the kid fic and here we are. so enjoy! im not sure what to write about next still. may drop a pedro fic next who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so anyways here is another dark!coryo for ya ❣︎

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Snow found you sitting by the window in his bedroom, gazing out upon the pedestrians as they walk by.

You hadn’t heard him come in and aren’t alerted to his presence until the door closes behind him. You startle and whip your head around. He stands still behind you, his head cocked to the side slightly as he examines you, with a devilish grin on his face. His eyes trail up and down your body. You weren’t expecting him to be home yet, so he had found you in your silk, pink robe embroidered with small white roses. You were clearly fresh out of the shower and about to change into something suitable for the evening and dinner later that night.

“You’re home!” You exclaim

“Is that ok?” Coriolanus asked knowing that the question was completely rhetorical. As if he could only come to his own home whenever you felt it was suitable.

“I just wasn’t expecting you home so early. At least not for two more hours. I was hoping to be all ready for you.” You explain

All ready for him. Coriolanus liked how submissive that sounded. He likes when you were obedient and perfect for him. Especially the last few months as you and him took your relationship further. By now, he has expected you to be at his apartment by the time Coriolanus had gotten home from the University. Given your schedule, he knew he wasn’t keeping you from anything or taking you away from anything either. So where else would you have to go except come to his apartment. And you did.

“I can see. What are you wearing tonight?” Coriolanus asks

Excitedly, you bounce up and rush over to the wardrobe where your dress is hanging up. In your hurry, your robe reveals a part of your bare thighs which Coriolanus takes note of and enjoys the subtle view of your body. You open one of the doors and reveal a pink dress hanging on the back of the door. It’s silk like your robe and Coriolanus already knows that the moment you have it on, he’ll want to tear it off you.

“It’s the one you said you liked the other day at the shop so I sent in an order and had it sent here today.”

Coriolanus thought to himself as he takes a few strides towards you. Good. You are sending things to his apartment. As it should be.

“Just as beautiful as the girl wearing it.” He smiles and walks over behind you.

He grabs your shoulders and his lips give your neck a firm kiss, directly on your pulse. You take the dress from the inside of the door and reveal the mirror attached to the inside of the wardrobe. You hold it up to you, imagining what it will look like on you tonight. You catch Coriolanus’s gaze in the mirror. His blue eyes are piercing through your soul as usual, but there was now a cloud of lust swirling in them. His hands snake towards your waist. He slithers them under your robe and rests them just above your hips. You pretend to not care or notice his actions, but the growing heat in between your legs wants you to give in to him. You tame your labored breathing as you smooth the dress out in front of your body.

“And what will you be wearing, my love?” You ask

“I picked out an all black suit this week. I’ll make sure to adorn a white rose now that I’ve seen this.” He states taking a piece of the pink fabric in between his thumb and fore finger “and you’ll put one in your hair, just in case people forget who you belong to.”

“Well I was already planning on wearing the black diamond necklace you gave me. The one with your initials carved on the back.” You respond touching the center of your chest where the necklace would lay. “Or perhaps I should wear the black lace choker…the once with the gem?”

One of Coriolanus’s hands travels up to your neck. As beautiful as the choker was, the thought of you wearing the black necklace with his initials around your neck seems perfect for tonight. It would tell everyone at that dinner that you were undoubtedly his. Yes, it was perfect.

“The necklace will look nice on you tonight. Wear it.” He whispers in your ear, tugging at it slightly with his teeth. You gasp, finally breaking and giving in slightly. The hand, not wrapped around your throat, travels up and down your thigh.

“Whatever you want.” You whisper back trying to hold back a moan as Coriolanus places a light kiss to your jawline. His hand holds your face up to look at him as he does. It’s hypnotic to watch and he knows it.

“If you behave tonight, you’ll be sure to be rewarded.” He reminds you

You hang the dress back up and he spins you around. He dips in and gives you a proper kiss on the lips. He pulls back soon and mumbles against your lips

“Understand?”You nod your head. He tuts at you and squeezes your hips.

“Say it.”

“I understand.”

The two of you finish getting ready. Coriolanus takes his own shower while you attend to your hair and makeup. Thankfully, being around Tigris meant she was always helping to style you. She had taught you what makeup and hairstyle looks best with certain outfits or styles of dress. So for tonight a soft, baby doll look. And your hair, Tigris decides to put half of it up, tying it in place, then setting it with a white rose, just as Coriolanus asked. You take a look at yourself in the mirror. You’re stunning. Sexy and yet elegant. Your makeup was perfect too. You had a faint tint of red blush on your cheeks and nose, your lips were glossy and plump like a ripe plum. You batted your eyes, now long and defined with mascara and smile at yourself.

When Coriolanus finally sees you as you exit his vanity closet, he’s stuck in place. Temptation washing over him. Tigris spun you around, showing you off to him. She left the room, leaving the two of you alone to finish getting ready. You attach your earrings and finally adorn the necklace. You put on a pair of strappy pink heels and find your purse.

“Ready?” You ask admiring how handsome Coriolanus looks in his suit.

Coriolanus steps towards you, closely examining you as he does. His mouth curves into a half grin. As if he is pleased by the sight in front of him. The dress hugs your body beautifully and the half slit up your thigh is tempting. He grips his hands around your waist.

“I am. You look incredible my dove.” He remarks placing a kiss on your forehead

“As do you. Almost perfect.”

“Almost?” he inquires

You nod your head and walk over to the side table next to his bed. Coriolanus takes note and how the dress falls on your hips and how they sway gracefully, yet subtly from side to side. You pick a rose from the vase on the table. You open the drawer and pull out a safety pin and walk back to him. You stand in front of him and look up at him as you pin the white rose to his lapel. You show off the back of your hair. He touched the rose in your hair and smiled. You turn back to him, wrap your arms around his neck, and whisper into his ear.

“Now you are ready.”

You and Coriolanus leave the house, enter the car, and give the driver the directions. Tonight was to be a “private dinner”, however it was truly anything but. The guest list was to be consisted mostly of Panem’s up and coming young politicians from the senior class at the University. Around thirty students, each permitted to bring a guest. It wasn’t anything too special, but rumors of Coriolanus Snow seeing someone had become rather out of hand. So what made tonight special for the pair of them was the public nature in which they were officially announcing their relationship.

Up until now you and him have tried to keep things a secret to avoid attention from the news, given you are a prominent member in The Capitol. Especially your family. Your father had helped create a new weapon manufacturing business after the war and had been regularly contracted by The Capitol to create weapons in the last few years. He had become good friends and business associates with Strabo Plinth. It gave your family status and you some newfound fame. In turn it would help give Coriolanus some as well. But Coriolanus had you in his life for much more than just that. Having you as his own. His girl. It felt thrilling.

Thrilling to know that only he got to have you. It was no secret that your looks were talked about often. Simply because you were so beautiful with a beloved last name. A name almost impossible to escape given your father’s philanthropy as well as service to The Capitol. So the fact that Snow got to have you. Out of all the other wealthy and famous girls, you were the most desirable. The most popular and loved.

Coriolanus rubs your semi-exposed thigh and watches you watch the city pass by.

“Are you nervous my dove?” he asks

You look over at him and smile. You shake your head.

“Not at all.”

Despite this being a private dinner, he was sure that, by the time they left, word of their romantic relationship would get out and the press will try and snap a picture of them. A type of attention Coriolanus hadn’t received in a while and wasn’t sure how he would react this time around. Your attitude towards this evening however, put him a little more at ease.

“Are you?” You follow up

“Slightly. Not ready for all the attention that we will probably get after tonight.”

You look at him sympathetically and squeeze the hand that is rubbing your thigh.

“It will be fine” You reassure him

He looks at you with a new found sense of confidence. He squeezes her thigh as she continues to grip his hand.

The driver arrives to the mansion where the dinner is held. The house of the Dean of Political Science. Coriolanus steps out, rushes to your side and opens the door. He extends his hand and you take it. Both your arrivals change the dynamic of the party. You move through the crowd towards a group of Coriolanus’s classmates. The polite nods, chatter, and occasional laughs turn into head turns, double takes and whispers as you walk past people. Coriolanus looks at you as you walk. You seem unbothered by the attention and loop your arm around his elbow. Once you make it to your table, his classmates greet him.

“Ah Coriolanus! Good to see you!” Festus Creed exclaims

“You as well Festus.”

“And might I say it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Festus follows up extending his hand to you. You take it and greet him.

“Nice to meet you”

Coriolanus officially introduces you and Festus to each other. You then turn to smile at a few of Coriolanus’s classmates hanging around, but they stay back as to not intrude on your boyfriend’s conversation. They whisper to one another. You couldn’t tell if they were talking about you though. What you couldn’t tell was if it was good or bad. Coriolanus knew however. The sneering looks and childish giggles of Livia Cardew and Clemensia Dovecote were looks that he was all too familiar with. Coriolanus looks at you. You seem to have slipped into a polite conversation with Festus, who by the sound of it seems to be a fan. You indulge his enthusiasm. Coriolanus nods at you and walks over to investigate the conversation between Clemensia and Livia’s conversation. As he approaches they seem too caught up to notice him.

“I mean the matching roses. So cheesy.” Clemensia snickers

“And the matching colors. Like give me a break.” Livia follows up

“Also what is that. A night gown? She looks like a whor-“ Clemensia starts

“Clemensia. Livia. How are you two this evening?” Coriolanus asks firmly, cutting her off

“Oh Coriolanus!” Clemenisa startles “Good to see you.” She says, suspicious of if he had overheard their conversation.

“Anything the matter?” He asks

“No. Why would something be wrong?” Livia asks

“I hope there wouldn’t be.” He states in a somewhat threatening manner

“So your date. What a surprise.” Clemensia sneers not at all intimidated by Coriolanus’s stern manner

Coriolanus starts to feel a strong wave of protection over you, with a slight tinge of possession. He looks at Clemensia with a threatening look masked in curiosity.

“How so? I thought there was rumors of us floating around am I wrong?” He asks

“There were, just interesting to see them be confirmed. Happy for you.” She smiles “Seems like you’re not the only one who is infatuated by her.” She snickers

Coriolanus whips his head around to see that a crowd has gathered around you. A few more of the male students in addition to Festus. They ogle you and subtly fight for your attention. Coriolanus finds himself slowly filling up with rage. He forces a smile to Livia and Clemensia, excuses himself, and walks over to you. You watch him as he walks over. He moves to stand behind you, placing both his hands on your shoulders. He dips down to kiss your cheek and you smile.

“Making friends” he jokes trying to hide his anger

“Apparently” you whisper back

As you and Festus continue the conversation and Coriolanus tries to contain himself. He rubs your shoulders. He’s fuming with anger at Clemensia and Livia. And at the other men trying to steal your attention. Part of that is his fault for walking away from you. Letting them have access to your attention. Still, how dare they. And how dare anybody try to insult you. He wouldn’t stand for it. The evening continues and Coriolanus keeps you close to him for the remainder of the dinner. He watches the people around you. The group of boys from before seem to keep their distance now that Coriolanus refuses to leave your side. He also keeps a close eye on Clemensia and Livia. He wants to teach them a lesson for their gossip and wants to gouge that group of boys eyes’ out.

He tries to temper his anger, but his paranoia seems to continually get the best of him. Maybe you’ll leave him for one of them. Get bored, think taking the relationship public like this is too much. Maybe you do think the matching roses are cheesy and think he’s silly for suggesting it. He glances around at the numerous eyes looking at you. He tries to convince himself that every man looking in your general direction isn’t looking at you but he can’t help but notice how their eyes seem to linger. They way they gawk at you disgusts him.

You and him leave, making sure not to linger after dinner is served. Coriolanus is anxious to leave, practically rushing you out of the mansion and into the car. There is an awkward silence on the way back to his apartment and you try to talk to him, but he just shakes his head and whispers firmly “I’ll explain when we get back.”

His mood seems to escalate as the car approaches the apartment. When it arrives he rushes out in a hurry and you thank the driver before trailing behind him.

“Coryo? What’s wrong.” You ask

“Just get inside” he huffs

You walk past him into his apartment and he follows you. He shuts the door and lets out deep breath in frustration.

“What’s wrong?” You ask again

“I can’t stand how people treat you?” He huffs

“What do you mean?”

“The way they talk, the way they look at you.” He explains. He walk over to a chair in the kitchen and flops himself down. His chest rises rapidly as he looks down at the floor. He tries to control his breathing, but the thought of how that group of boys looked at you, plays in his mind. And he can still hear the obnoxious giggles of Clemensia and Livia.

“And you think that I care? That’s how it always is for me.” You sigh with a laugh

Coriolanus still feels upset however and his body language doesn’t change. He’s still fuming.

“What about the attention from all the boys tonight. Do you care about them?” He perks up

“Is that what’s truly bothering you?” You ask stepping closer behind his chair.

“Partly.”

“And what else?” You ask standing behind, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“A few of my other classmates. I caught them gossiping about us.” He confesses

“Hmm. They are probably just jealous.”

He doesn’t respond as he tries to calm himself down.

“I just want to put them all in their place. Show them they shouldn’t mess with us.”

You start to massage his shoulders and he begins to lean back into the chair and relax. You move your hands up towards his neck and continue to massage him. “And tell me what would you do to them?” You ask.

“I want to sew those girls mouth shut. And tear those boys eyes out.”

“Mmm. Maybe you can find something special for them in Dr. Gaul’s lab” you whisper as you feel Coriolanus sink further into your touch. You run your hands up and down his chest. “Or turn them into avoxes. So they never speak again.”

“And those boys?” Coriolanus asks

“Well if you’re upset at them then you’ll have to put a price on everyone’s head who looks at me like that.”

“I just don’t want them getting ideas” he replies

You giggle and continue rubbing his chest.

“Well they’ll think what they want. Not much I can do there. But it doesn’t matter because they’ll never have me. It’s a game to them. And they’ll never win. They will always lose.” You pause to kiss his cheek “And Snow always lands on top right?” You whisper kissing his earlobe and the side of his jaw. He groans and leans his head back in response. You cup the side of his face and rub his cheek. He turns his head and kisses the inside of your palm.

“You’re the only one who gets to touch me. To have me. Only you. No one else gets that right except you.” You whisper

“Am I?” He asks

“Mhmm” you nod

“Show me”

Coriolanus grips your wrist. He pulls your hand off his face and tugs at it, signaling that he want you to come in front of him. You walk around and stand in front of him briefly. He looks at you lustfully and spreads his legs. You stand in between them and grin at him. He rubs your hand as you slide onto his lap. As you sit, you guide his hand to your thigh and under your dress, slowly guiding him.

“See. Only you.”

He inches up and down your thigh. His fingertips graze the inside, making the heat that has begun to bubble up in between your legs more apparent. You move your hips against his crotch and feel his semi-hard cock aching to be free from the confines of his pants. You lean in and kiss him. He kisses you back and snakes his hand further up your thigh. He brushes his fingertips across your core and feels how wet and hot you have become. He lets out a breathy moan, breaking the kiss.

“Is this only for me too?” He mutters. You nod your head and he snakes two fingers under your panties. He starts to lightly rub at your clit. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“So then I can’t be blamed for wondering eyes now can I?” You whisper back

“No, but they will pay. All of them.” He mouths at your jawline and down to your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him better access. He sinks into your neck, with the goal of marking you up. To show everyone that you belong to him. He sucks and bites on your skin, turing the flesh into fresh black and blue bruises. You whimper at the sensation as you melt into his chest.

“Coryo” you whisper

His free hand begins to grope your breasts over the dress and he moves his hand back down your thigh. He swings your legs over his lap and shifts on his seat. He picks you up unexpectedly and you gasp in surprise. You cling to him. He takes you to his bedroom and tosses you on the bed. You gather yourself and scoot back, as he strips himself of his sports coat. He unbuttons his shirt halfway down, then eagerly, he pulls at your ankles. You yelp and he slides you towards him. He smirks at the look of awe on your face. He could tell you were hungry for him. Not just that, but you seem mesmerized by him. Coriolanus couldn’t tell if it was because of the way your eyes were filled with need or that his clear possessiveness over you had you wondering about what was in store for you. He ran his hands up your thighs, pushing your dress up past your hips. He kneels down and his fingers trace the lining of your panties. You jerk your hips slightly and he takes the opportunity to slide them off your legs. You bite your lower lip in an attempt to hold back your moans, but they stifle out as little whimpers that go straight to Coriolanus’s cock.

“So needy for me.” He smirks

He kisses the inside of your thigh and grazes his teeth over the spot he kissed. He begins to leave the same marks he put on your neck. You can’t help but love how much he’s marking you. You know it’s only because he’s frustrated and wants everyone to know not to mess with you. You whine in frustration, needing Coriolanus to touch you.

“Please Coryo. I want you so bad”

He gives you a devilish grin and squeezes your thighs. “Mmm keep begging pretty girl.”

“I need you. Please just touch me.” You whine

He begins kissing your thigh again, all the way up until he reaches your core. You shutter at the feeling as his lips press against your clit. He moves you closer to him and you rest your legs on his shoulders. You reach for his blonde hair, running your fingers through it. He restrains his actions, only pressing light kisses on and around your clit.

“Coryo please…please.” You beg again

“Mmm that’s it.” He moans

He dives in His mouth fully devouring your pussy. He mouths at your clit and you instinctively squeeze your thighs around his face. He presses your legs apart and devours you even more. He sucks and nibbles at your sensitive bud, taking in the pleasure that is spread across your face. Coriolanus likes having this control over you. He likes hearing the small, soft whines that escape your lips and he loves how you beg for him. How you need him. It makes his ego swell in his chest. He knows you’re addicted to him. He knows that he makes you feel so good. He laps up your wetness and runs his tongue along your folds. It makes your hips buck, causing him to put a stern hand on your stomach.

“Take it baby girl. Try to stay still.” He murmurs against you

You nod your head as he gives kitten licks to your clit before sucking it into his mouth. Without warning, he removes his mouth and replaces the sensation with his fingers. He watches you carefully as your face contorts. He doesn’t hold back as he pumps his fingers into you. You look even more beautiful for him like this. Willing and submissive to his touch. You’re perfect, pretty face scrunched up in pleasure. He drinks you in as he runs his tongue up your thigh. You jerk your hips and he pushes your body back down on the bed. You’re throbbing at this point, so hypnotized under him. He crawls back up to you. His tongue licks a long stripe up your neck, just as he did to your thigh.

“So desperate. Are you gonna be good for me?”

You nod your head, which lands you a firm slap to the meat of your thigh.

“Speak up princess.” He warns

“Yes Coriolanus, I’ll be good for you.”

He strokes the side of your face, his knuckles brush up against your cheek. His hand moves to grip your chin and under your jaw. He forces you to look into his sinful gaze. He leans in and clashes his mouth with yours. He fights to dominate the kiss and you let him. He sits you up as you continue to kiss him. He unzips the back of your dress and it slides down your shoulders. In the same motion, Coriolanus unhooks your bra. He brushes your straps from your shoulders and pulls the rest of the dress from your body. You lay there, completely bare for him. You feel vulnerable, especially given his clothes are still on. You feel like his prey.

“So beautiful like this.” He states rubbing your thighs. He sits up on his knees, towering over you. He begins to explore your body with his hands. He moves them up to kneed and cup your breasts. His fingers gently massage your nipples as he pulls at them. You wince at his actions, squirming under his touch.

“Coryo please I need more…” you beg, your tone sounding desperate and whiny

He smirks. He leans down close to you and gives you a few chase kisses to your neck and up to your ear.

“I like how you sound when you beg. So pretty.”

He tugs at your earlobe with is teeth, causing you to shutter. The action of it going straight to your throbbing core. He rubs his fingers through your slit, humming to himself. He removes them, causing you to whine. He unbuttons the rest of his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned chest. He then unzips his pants and steps out of them. At this point his cock is hard and ready under his briefs. He rubs himself through his underwear as he gazes down at you.

“Touch yourself.” He commands and you obey

Your fingers dragging through your folds slowly as you look back up at him, mouth agape.

“There you go. Good girl.”

“Coryo” you whisper. He smirks at you and pulls his briefs down and his cock springs forward. This isn’t your first time with Coriolanus. Still, every time you got nervous and he could tell. Your fingers slow down and you think about having to take him in you.

“What’s wrong my pet?”

“Just you’re so big Coryo.”

He gives you another smirk “Yeah, but you can take it right? You always take me so well.” He growls, slithering his hand around your neck.

He kisses you as he lines himself up with your entrance. He slides in slowly. At first it’s painful and he keeps his eyes focused on your face to get a read on how you feel. You temper your breathing and try to fixate on how handsome the face staring back at you is. He pushes into more until he reaches the hilt and his hips meet yours. You sigh in relief as the pain replaces with pleasure. You moan and he captures your lips. He dominates you. His lips move fast with yours. He’s clearly just as hungry for you as you are needy for him. His tongue swirls around with yours and he starts to move his hips. You moan again and he breaks the kiss. He looks down at the spot where you both connect and shutters. His gaze returns to yours.

“See. Look how well you take me. Just like you always do. So good for me.”

You nod your head in agreement and wince. He picks up his pace, thrusting deeper and deeper each time. His cock drags in and out of your pussy with ease now, the pain totally subsided. You nod in agreement, but that doesn’t satisfy Coriolanus. He needs to hear you say how much you like it. How much you crave this feeling he gives you. A feeling only he can give you.

“Talk to me. Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“You feel so good.” You start hesitantly

“More.” He demands

“Mmhm Coryo you fill me up so well. Better than anyone else.” You moan

“The best you’ve ever had?”

“Mhmm.” You moan

In response he grabs your chin and forces you to look into his eyes.

“Use. Your. Words” he demands,, pumping into you harder with each word.

“Yes Coryo, you’re the best I ever had. And you’re the only one I want ooh…” you whine

“Good girl.” He grits through his teeth, giving you more of himself. He hit deeper and deeper, his lust fully overtaking him. He kisses you harshly, pinching and massaging your cheeks. “Only I get to have you like this. You understand?”

“Yes Coryo. I understand.” You mewl

He nods against your mouth. You feel your buildup coming, tense in your stomach, waiting to release. With a few final thrusts, you come around his cock. Your hips buck up, legs shaking, cunt throbbing as he fucks you through your euphoria. Soon enough he’s finishing inside you, stuffing warm ropes of white cum down your hole. You float down from the feeling that he gave you and temper your breathing. He pulls out, admiring as his cum drips out of you. He gets greedy, taking his index finger and pushing it back into you. You moan as he fingers you

“My sweet girl. I hope you know who is here for you. I’ll always watch over you. I’ll never let anyone disrespect you again.”

He pulls his hand away and traces his fingers over your neck, where he had previously sucked and marked you up. He smirked to himself. He puts his finger in your mouth. You suck yours and his collective cum off it and he coos at you.

“I get you all to myself. How fortunate for us both then hmm.

“Mhmm.” You nod, too fucked out to properly respond. As much as Coriolanus wanted you to speak, but he could see how spent you are. He kisses her cheek and settled into the bed next to her.

“Good girl.” He said letting his word be the last.

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STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM

Pairing: no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel, you and a bowl of strawberries.

Tw: 18+ mdni smut, PWP, DDLG dynamic, Joel is super soft, food play🍓, cum eating, toy, unprotected piv (wrap it up obv), creampie, mentions of oral (f and m!receiving), multiple orgasms, lots of ‘daddy’, pet names ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’.

Word count: 2,3k

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“Look what daddy has for you,” Joel gets on the bed next to you with a bowl in his hands.

“What?” you ask, turning on your back, your voice raspy after a nap. You yawn, stretching your arms and legs and your sweater rides up exposing more of your body. You notice Joel’s eyes linger on your exposed belly and slide down to your thighs barely covered with pink sleep shorts. You lift yourself on your elbows and crane your neck to look inside the bowl. You squeal with excitement seeing it being full of ripe strawberries.

“Ohh, give me, give me,” you chant and sit up before your hand darts to one of the biggest berries.

“Not so fast, baby,” Joel pulls the bowl away from you and places it on the nightstand next to your bed behind him.

You whine and furrow your eyebrows at him.

“You said they’re for me, daddy. Why can’t I have some?” You pout your lips and cross your legs. Your shorts slide up, covering even less of your thighs now. Then you remember that your brattiness usually gets you nothing but punishment from Joel and quickly decide to change your strategy. You drop your head down and look up at him with your beautiful doe eyes. “I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I?” you breathe out biting your lip, an image of innocence and obedience.

Corners of Joel’s mouth rise up as he knows perfectly well what you’re doing. Your dynamic is comfortable and familiar for the both of you at this point.

His hand finds your thigh and he glides it up your exposed skin warming you up and at the same time sending chills down your body.

“You have, baby. You made daddy very proud this morning. Can still feel your throat squeezing my cock.” You give him a shy smile and glance down at your hands. Your heart is singing at the praise and you feel your panties getting damper.

“I loved seeing you take me so deep. With tears on your pretty cheeks. But daddy kissed them all away, right?”

You smile wider and nod with admiration lighting up your face. You tremble at the memory of his big cock stretching your throat, gliding in and out as you finally managed to take all of him. You almost clapped when your nose nuzzled his trimmed pubic hair. Swept with excitement as well he came quickly after, squirting his cum down your throat, his fist clenching your hair.

You felt his immense gratitude soon after when he was practically devouring your pussy and then lapping at your juices after you came on his tongue twice.

Now his hand reaches your covered center and strokes it gently with his thumb making your pussy clench.

“Daddy…” you purr and open your thighs wider for him.

“Lie back down, sweetheart,” Joel tells in a tender tone and you quickly follow his command, resting your head on the pillow and stretching out your legs.

He reaches behind and brings back a strawberry, fresh and covered in tiny water droplets. Your mouth is salivating and your lips part ready for the delicious treat. Unfortunately for you, Joel has other ideas. He puts it to your lower lip and then slides it down to your chin, along your neck pausing at the neckline of your soft sweater.

Your skin erupts in goosebumps at the sensation and you squirm anticipating what he’s going to do to you.. He takes the hem of your sweater and pulls it up revealing your breasts. Your nipples pebble quickly when Joel’s breath reaches them, his gaze hungry and dark.

He slides the berry between your tits and then circles one nipple and then the other making you flutter your eyes shut at the touch of the cold treat.

You whimper rubbing your thighs together and he chuckles softly. “So needy! Want something, sweetheart?” You glance up at him and nod, eyes begging.

“Can’t hear you, baby,” Joel scolds you and you lift your head to get closer to him before whispering as if you’re sharing a secret, “Need daddy’s cock.”

He growls and adjusts himself through his jeans. He leaves the strawberry between your breasts, gets up and quickly takes off his clothes, you both staring at each other with blown out eyes. You don’t take anything off, just watch him as you know all too well how much he loves undressing you himself.

When you see his semi hard cock, so big and girthy a mixture of excitement and fear takes over you, always in disbelief that your little pussy can take all that. You grab your breast and rub your nipple with a thumb but he tuts at you.

“Only daddy can touch, remember?” he chides and then adds with warmth and affection, “I’ll take care of you, baby. Don’t worry.”

Joel gets between your legs and slides your shorts and panties off in one swoop. He bends your knees with his warm hands opening you up to him and looks down at your glistening pussy. His finger strokes your folds and you open your thighs further, your clit pulsing with need. His gaze is hungry and impatient darting from your heat to your naked breasts and then face. He looks like a man who’s been starving for days, now presented with a feast. As if he doesn’t know where to start. He reaches between your bent legs to your chest and takes the strawberry left there before.

Holding the strawberry by the stem Joel draws a line from your breasts to your belly. For a second he deeps it into your belly button and then his hand travels south, to your mound. He slides the berry between your folds and you moan at the slightest pressure on your throbbing clit.

"My baby likes it?" he coos at you and you reply with another sweet sound as he rubs your clit gently with the strawberry. He parts your folds with his thick fingers and slides the treat down to your dripping hole.

"Daddy wants a taste." He deeps the berry into your entrance and swirls it around gathering your slick. His cock twitches. You squirm and guide your hips lower towards the object as your arousal engulfs you completely.

You whine when he pulls the strawberry out and places it to his lips. He bites a piece covered in your juices and shuts his eyes in pleasure.

“Delicious,” he mumbles and sends it all in his mouth leaving the stem and leaves.

“Want some?” he asks with a twinkle in his eyes and when you nod he reaches for another one. He gets back between your thighs and inserts the berry into your hole again. When he’s happy with its coating he lifts himself on his knees, climbs up your almost naked body and hovers over you, putting his hand on the bed next to your head. Joel brings the strawberry to your lips. You bite into it and some juice trickles down the side of your face but Joel doesn’t let it reach your light pink sheets. Instead he slowly licks it off your skin and then watches you chew on the treat. Your earthy aroma mixes with the sweet taste of the strawberry . He lowers himself covering your body with his but holds his weight on one elbow so he doesn’t crush you. Overwhelmed by his broad frame caging you in, desperate to touch him, you place your hands on his big shoulders, your hands looking so tiny against his strong body. Your pussy aches for him and you lift your hips, feeling his hard cock on your mound.

“Oh, baby,” Joel murmurs and kisses you lovingly, quickly breaching your lips. He licks into your mouth tasting the strawberry juice and then sucks on your tongue. Not being able to contain yourself you start grinding on him.

“I’m hot, daddy,” you whine as your sweater, his body and the arousal make the temperature rise. He lifts up his torso and helps you to take off your last piece of clothing.

You both are completely naked now, your bodies pressed together, his precome smearing on your hip. You lift one leg to wrap it around his waist and begin rubbing your wet pussy against his soft belly.

“So impatient, sweetheart,” Joel parts from your mouth and leaves a path of wet kisses from your lips to your jaw and neck. Your whimpers get louder, as your throbbing clit is finally getting much needed friction from his belly and his happy trail. You’re grinding faster and faster. His mouth reaches your breast and he nibbles on your nipple, gently but with enough force to send hot waves of pleasure to your pussy.

“Come, pretty girl,” he tells you, voice muffled by your breast in his mouth and the words push you over the edge. You come squeezing your eyes shut, still moving against him, your nails leaving marks on his shoulders and you’re holding on to him as if you’re going to float away any second.

“Just like that, yeah, good girl,” Joel praises you as pure bliss courses through your veins.

When your body stills Joel sits up and reaches for the nightstand drawer. You know what he’s about to take out and bend your knees in preparation, pressing them to your chest with your hands and spreading your thighs a little. He sits on his heels holding a pink dildo, not as thick and long as his own member, yet it’s perfect for stretching your pussy and getting you ready for daddy’s cock.

“Fuck, look at her,” he coos admiring the sight of the dildo gently sliding against your exposed core.

“All pink and swollen,” he comments and then bends down and kisses you right on your clit. You jerk with overstimulation, as your climax is still very recent.

He takes a hold of your knee with one hand, while the other places the tip of the dildo to your juicy hole. He nudges it and pushes into your slicked up entrance. You breathe out a shaky moan feeling the toy slowly spread you open.

Joel inserts it fully and starts thrusting it with his hand, his gaze is glued to the place where the toy is sliding in and out of you, his cock is throbbing and spilling precum down his shaft. You need it inside you, so desperate you feel you might cry. Joel glances at your face and reads your expression momentarily. “Aw, what is it, baby?”

You clear your throat and look at his cock, “Want you inside me, daddy. I’m stretched enough.”

He pulls out the dildo and hums approvingly at your gaping hole. He climbs up your body and asks you to open your mouth. You do as you’re told and he sticks the dildo between your lips wiping your juices on your tongue. You wrap your lips around it and suck, completely at his mercy, pressed into your bed and shielded from the whole world by his body. He’s here and he’s going to take care of you.

When the toy is cleaned he puts it on the bed and takes a hold of his length. You finally feel his hot tip slide between your folds. He rubs your clit and you moan loudly. He pushes and slides in easily, your pussy soaked and stretched out perfectly. “Oh, yeah,” you hear him breath out on your cheek. You still feel a little tight but the ache is pleasant and welcomed.

Joel bottoms out and you feel like yourself again, full and complete like his cock was the last puzzle missing from your life.

He kisses you again and fucks you with slow and hard thrusts.

“You feel so good, my good girl,” he whispers into your ear, his breath hot and wet on your neck.

“You too, daddy, you’re so big.”

He growls and starts pounding you, his release is imminent. His hand slips down between your bodies and finds your clit. He rolls it between his fingers making you whimper and then starts rubbing it faster with two of his think fingers. His cock, thick and stiff, slides in and out, tip hitting your cervix just right.

He’s licking into your mouth, sucking on your tongue, biting your lower lip and you lose your mind under his caress, cock drunk, pleasure drunk and you feel it coming again, burning deep and bright in your belly, your second orgasm. It burns and burns and then finally hits you hard. You gush all over his cock and balls, his thighs and your bed. He still rubs and fucks you through your climax and the lewd sounds of your overflowing pussy fill the bedroom. He follows you quickly after that, shooting ropes of cum deep into your core, more and more until you’re full to the brim and his hot seed seeps out of your pussy with every thrust and trickles down to your ass.

Still inside you Joel kisses you and you make our lazily for some time, both fucked out and drunk on endorphins. Then he pulls out and plunges next to you on the bed. More of his spend spills out of your hole and you squirm, the inside of your thighs soaked.

“Is my baby happy now?” He asks you softly, peppering kisses over your shoulder and neck.

You turn on your side and rest your head on his broad shoulder. Fully satiated you close your eyes, sleepy again and hum with approval.

You sense a movement and open your eyes to see Joel getting a strawberry. He lifts your thigh and glides the berry between your folds. When he lifts it up it’s dripping his and your cum and you lick your lips in anticipation.

“I’ll share, sweetheart,” He places the strawberry between his teeth and brings it to your mouth. You bite into it before Joel’s lips find yours, your kiss quickly turning messy and sweet.

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[buckybabesonly]

An Experiment in Jealousy

Summary: You decided to try and make Bucky jealous. Now, you would pay the price.

Pairing: Bucky x female!Reader

Genre: Self-indulgent porn without plot tbh, lol

Warnings: slightly rough sex, dirty talk, slight!daddy kink, unprotected sex

Length: 2k

Bucky was the first man to ever make love to you. And boy, did he do everything right. He loved to pepper kisses all over your skin, worship your body, whisper I love yous and I'm so lucky to have yous against your mouth as he thrust into you slowly every night, eyes locked with yours as you both reached your climax.

Sometimes, less often, he would fuck you. When you had a fight and the inevitable make-up sex happened, or when you were just in one of those moods and ripped off his clothes with such ferocity that he just knew what you wanted, or when you told him outright that you wanted it fast and hard instead of gentle and slow.

Tonight, you knew what you wanted. You wanted him to use you, to own you.

And so you had spent the whole night flirting with Steve, playing it in such a way that just about bordered platonic without being too outrageous, but just enough to get Bucky ticking. This, coupled with how you had absolutely iced your boyfriend out all night and instead spoken to Steve with laser focus, would absolutely get you what you wanted. You were certain of it.

You watched Bucky from the other end of the bar to discreetly observe his reactions, his leather-gloved hand wrapped around a beer bottle, the other one lifting up to brush against his lightly stubbled jaw as he observed you. He took a sip of beer, his eyes piercing, and you could tell he was gently seething.

You suppressed a smile. Jackpot.

Bucky all but slammed you against the door of your shared apartment as soon as you had closed it, pressing up against you firmly as you gasped at his sudden movement. His hands framed either side of your head, body trapping you in place as you stared up at his icy blue eyes.

"Is that how you want to play, doll?" he murmured, gritting his teeth as your chest heaved against his.

"Bucky, please," you whimpered, not even pretending to be coy. You knew that he knew exactly what you were playing at, and now it was time to cash in.

"Please, what?" Bucky all but snarled, cocking his head to the side as you blinked at him.

"I need it. Need you."

"So desperate for my cock, are you? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?" Bucky asked, eyes flickering down to your mouth.

His words sent delicious chills down your spine, arousal shooting straight to your core. Your hands grasped his leather jacket, moving to peel it off, but his hands were lightning. They wrapped themselves around your wrists and held them back against the door with a gentle thwack.

"No," he said sternly. "You need to be punished."

Your pussy was practically dripping. You were so wet that you were almost convinced he would be able to smell your arousal soaking through your panties.

"How are you going to punish me, daddy?" you asked in a faux-nervous voice, feeling his hard-on through his jeans already, heavy against your inner thigh. You knew he liked it when you called him that.

"On your knees," he said in his deep, authoritative voice, eyes daring you to object. His tone was void of his usual gentleness. Tonight, he meant business.

You sank down to the floor as he worked at his belt, unfastening the piece of leather and letting it snake to the floor.

"Take it out," he instructed.

You reached out and unzipped his jeans obediently, looking up at him with large, innocent eyes. You touched his bulge over his boxers as he sucked in a ragged breath, unable to hide the effect you had on him despite himself.

Tugging down the waistband of his underwear, his cock sprung free, thick and heavy and red, the velvety head waiting to be sheathed inside your mouth.

"Suck it and make daddy feel good," he commanded, his fingers lacing themselves through your hair.

You didn't need to be told twice. You opened your mouth and wasted no time in swallowing up his cock, his length barely fitting inside your mouth, but you tried your best. You relished the taste of him, the slightly salty tang of his pre-cum, urging yourself to take him deeper and farther down your throat no matter how your gag-reflex protested at the intrusion.

Your eyes teared up as he began to gently fuck your mouth, his hands tugging on your hair without the actual force to hurt you, but encouraging you to take more and more of him into your mouth.

"There's a good girl," he grunted, head rolling back in pleasure as you served him, your mouth forming a suction around his fat cock, your tongue gliding up the length of his dick as you released him with a pop.

Your eyes were wet as you dived in again to taste him, so addictive, enough to make you feel so fucking horny.

For a good five minutes, the only sounds filling the room were his dirty praises and the gargle of you choking on his cock. Eventually you couldn't hold in your needy whines any longer.

"Please, can you put it inside me?" you begged.

"Mmm. I don't know if you deserve it."

Panic flashed briefly within you. Bucky had been known to deny you of release before when you had been particularly naughty, and you mewled in protest. You didn't want to be teased tonight.

"Please, I'll be good. Need you inside me. Don't you want to come inside my tight pussy?" You knew exactly what words would make him attack you hungrily like predator on prey.

Bucky snarled and bent down to grasp your upper arms, jerking you upright to your feet. He shucked off his jeans which were still pooled around his ankles and picked you up with ease, bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. He tossed you onto your bed like you weighed nothing.

He shrugged off his jacket and tore his shirt off so he was completely naked, his muscular chest and arms flexing as he undressed. You were still on your back as he crawled onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. You watched as he hitched up the bottom of your dress so it rolled up to your waist, pulling down the neckline so your breasts fell out and presented themselves to him.

"You want this?" he asked, slapping his cock against your pussy through your panties. His hands reached down to grab your tits, squeezing roughly.

"Please, please, please," you chanted like a mantra, hands reaching out for him. You pushed your panties aside with one hand and took his cock in the other, urging him to go inside.

"Needy, aren't we?" Bucky chuckled, biting down on his lower lip. "Tell me what you want. Use your words, doll."

"I want your cock in my cunt," you said desperately, wanting - no, needing to be filled by him. "I want you to fuck me like the fuckdoll I am. I want you to cum inside me, please - Bucky!" You screamed out when he suddenly thrust inside you without warning, without letting you adjust as he entered you all at once.

He bottomed out with a groan, his cock stretching your tight hole.

"Oh god, Bucky," you moaned as he moved with ruthless speed, fucking in and out of your pussy with such force that your tits bounced with every movement. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he leaned down and kissed you angrily, tongue sliding into your mouth.

"This cunt is mine," he hissed, punctuating every word with a sharp jerk of his hips. "No one else. You belong to me. Say it."

"I - ah - belong to - ah - I belong you you, Bucky!" you whined, struggling to catch your breath. "Wait, not so fast, please," you moaned as he hit that spot deep inside your cervix with no mercy.

He didn't stop his pace, only moved to prop your legs up over his shoulders to allow him even better access to you, his cock seemingly sinking even deeper into you, in a way that felt impossible. You felt so full, so over-stimulated, you knew you wouldn't last long.

"Not so fast?" Bucky repeated with a humorless laugh, mocking you. "You wanted it to badly before, doll. I'm just giving it to you."

"Ah -Bucky - " tears of pleasure leaked from the corners of your eyes as you struggled to make a coherent sentence.

"Love how you're clenching around my cock. You were made to take my cock, to be filled up by me," Bucky said, the words making you wetter by the minute. "Gonna cum inside you, doll, gonna give you every last drop. Gonna remind you who you belong to. Gonna pound my cock into you until you beg me to stop."

"Daddy, please, cum inside me," you gasped. You could feel yourself reaching your orgasm, that feeling of pleasure creeping up slowly until you found yourself begging Bucky to keep going. "Please don't stop, don't stop, i'm almost there. Please keep fucking me, Bucky!"

A feral noise left Bucky's mouth as his cock continued to dive in and out of your sore pussy, never once faltering. You knew he could feel it when you clenched around him with a gasp, stars blinding your eyes as you came, his name falling off your tongue.

"Oh god," you gasped, heart beating rapidly as Bucky never stopped moving, smirking at your shaking form.

His hands reached down to flick at your clit as you squirmed, too sensitive.

"Bucky, no," you whined weakly, the pleasure too much for you as he continued to play with your pussy all the while his shaft disappeared into your cunt again and again, slick with your juices.

"You can do it one more time, doll, I know you can. Cum for daddy," Bucky grunted.

"Are you gonna cum inside me?" you asked as you felt the burning beginnings of another orgasm slowly stir inside you, biting on the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from screaming. Your hands made their way to Bucky's neck, pulling him down to kiss you again.

"You're my cumslut, aren't you?" Bucky asked, eyes boring into mine. "Or do you want me to cum on your tits? Your face?"

The image of him painting your face white with his semen was almost too much. Tempting, but you knew you wanted it all in you tonight.

"Inside," you requested, almost begging.

He grunted in acknowledgement, and you knew he was close as he continued to draw circles around your clit.

He sped up the pace, one hand reaching out to grab the headboard behind you, vibranium hand crushing the wood as his hips stuttered. He groaned loudly as he shot his seed inside you, unloading his cum inside your willing cunt.

"Fuck, doll, you feel so fucking good," he hissed.

It was your second undoing at the feeling of him filling you up, and you unraveled seconds after he did, tears streaming down your face at the absolute electric pleasure of it.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you sweating and panting, his lips burying themselves against your neck.

"God, that was fucking incredible," he said eventually, slightly out of breath. His cock was still inside your pussy, and you whimpered at the feeling of him sliding out of your hole as he softened, his cum following suit.

"You're leaking out of me," you sniffed in protest.

Bucky reached down to deftly slide three fingers into your used cunt, inciting a squeal from your lips, a teasing smile on his face as he lifted his head to look at you, challenging you.

His fingers fucked you, fucking his cum back inside, playing with it as you almost sobbed out loud at the feeling. Eventually he withdrew his hand and lifted his digits to your mouth, which you opened automatically.

You licked him clean, the taste of your combined fluids making you shiver with delight.

"Mmm, Bucky..."

You felt your eyes grow heavy as you finally came down from the high, but you could feel Bucky growing hard against you again, his hand pumping his cock to encourage it.

"Doll, we're not even nearly finished yet."

[rhadamanthes]

After hours. Choso x reader

word count : 1,2k words

warnings: sub choso, soft sex, lot of praise, established relationship, domestic fluff, crybaby choso

You lock the door behind, hearing your boyfriend steps rushing to greet you. You give him a stern look, he immediately freezes and goes to sit back on the couch rubbing his thigh excitedly at the prospect that you're finally back home. You take your time taking off your coat and shoes, and then you go wash your hands, you're testing his patience, Choso has always been very obedient to you and you like it like that if he went to misbehave today you wouldn't mind. You had the worst day at work and just need him to hug you, but once again you tamed him too well for that. A long sigh escapes your lips and you make your way to the couch. Straddling him, you pet his hair.

"Hello baby." you say, kissing his forehead. 

"Hi" he said excitedly, kissing the palm of your hands "How was your day my love?" 

"Really not great but you know how to make it better right ? What's for dinner tonight ?" He beams at your question

"I made the roasted salmon you like with potatoes!" His eyes shine with pride.

"And for dessert ?" you ask, caressing his cheek.

His smile fades a bit. "I was thinking we could go to the italian place for whatever you fancy since they're going on holiday soon." He gulps

"What a wonderful idea Choso! I've been craving tiramisu for some time now, you're so thoughtful!" you praise hugging him closer. His face is in your chest and you feel his dick harden under your bottom.  He breathes in your scent loudly, you chuckle, breaking the hug. 

"Here, a little appetizer," you say, unbuttoning your shirt. Your tits spring free and you dirige them to his face. He eagerly takes one in his mouth moaning around the flesh. His tongue plays with your bud circling it, while his teeth nibble around it. Not enough to hurt you but enough to make you wet. You close your eyes letting a relieved gasp escape your mouth. The heat crawls up your body and you let yourself grind against your boyfriend's cock. He tries to rut against you but you seize the nape of his hair implying him to stop. Choso groans against your nipple but obeys nevertheless. The more you grind the more his cock hardens, your pussy starts to get really damp too and you consider  the both of you ready as you pull his mouth from your chest. You hold his defined jaw in your hand tracing his nose tattoo with your other. 

"I don't feel like riding tonight, can you take over?" You ask in a sweet voice to make him fold, but you know that he 'll never say no to you. A moan escapes his lips and he lifts your body to lay you down softly on the couch, he's handling you with every care in the world looking at you with shiny eyes. He undresses you tenderly, kissing every naked part of your body. 

Ever since you've been with Choso you've never felt more confident the way he kisses the ground you walk on and worships you every chance he gets.  He overpowers you in every way but yet he decides to dedicate his whole self to you and you only. The thought makes you moan out loud, you tug at his sweatpants, wanting to feel him inside of you, it's rare for him to be on top so you can't wait. He throws his clothes around the room and places himself on top of you. 

"You're perfect baby, I love you" he says kissing your nose, hands on your cheeks while entering you slowly.  You can't even answer before his eyes close shut and he whimper, feeling your wetness around him. Once he's fully inside he asks you if he can start moving, you nod petting his hair that cascades around his face.

"I need you close" you whisper. He usually prefers to hold eye contact but puts your needs first. Hiding his face in the crook of your neck he lets the weight of his body on top of yours. You let your hands go to the back of his neck locking him in place while you enjoy his sharp thrusts. His cock fills your inside perfectly.Choso grunts moan and hiss filling the room with his noise of desperation. Needing to hear him struggle more you bite on the tip of his ear pulling and licking at it. If he sounded desperate before, he now sound like an animal in heat, you love to torture him so much. 

"You're doing so good Choso" you purr in his ears, clenching your muscles around his member. He curses and his dick twitches inside your cunt.

"Baby please" he begs in your ear going faster. You laugh at the fact that you're still in control even though he is on top. Letting your hands slide in his back you dip them in his skin going upward. You push him on the side so you two are facing each other, hiking your leg on his waist, humping onto his cock. Your thrusts meet into a sinful squelching noise due to your excitations. You bite his shoulder to extract more delicious moans from him. Choso is close you can tell, he never lasts really long under your ministrations but always makes it up to you by going multiple rounds, tonight you decide to give him the final blow once more. Grabbing his jaw into your hand you force him to look you in the eyes.

"I love you Choso." you state looking at him lovingly. Hearing your words he immediately cum inside of you holding your body close to his. He's shaking and moans chanting your name under his breath as his release crashes through his body. You caress his hair through his high until he comes back to reality. 

"I'm sorry I didn't make you cum baby, I'm so sorry" he starts to lose himself in apologies tears welling in his eyes. 

"It's fine baby, don't worry we still have time" you reassure him, kissing his cheek. 

Choso nods his head sliding slowly out of you as he kneels in front of you on the hard floor, he parts your thighs and wastes no time eating you out. You gasp at his boldness he's tasting himself on you what a dirty boy ! He laps at your cunt, looking desperately at your face. you furrow your brows feeling the pleasure escalate under his tongue's sweet torture. Grabbing his hair to pull him closer, he gives you a few more licks until you crumble under your orgasm, closing your thigh around his face. Choso pushes on your knees lightly to break free from your grasp  and kisses your face all over.

"Did I do good ?" he calls your name tenderly, not thrusting your voice yet, you nod your head. 

"I'm going to clean you up baby and then reheat the dinner"  he beams, you feel your body parting from the couch as he makes his way to the bathroom. You nuzzle in his chest thinking he successfully made your day better.

[dokk-fukuro]

On Call. Pt.1

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya Minors DNI

TW: clit play, lingerie, sexting, dirty talk, afab reader

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Dazai uses phone sex as one of the ways to tease you but keep you from getting what you want. Oh, this bastard has a good tongue. With absolute calmness, he can maintain a frank conversation with you for a long time period.

“I decided to find out how the day is going with the conqueror of my heart,” Osamu coos, left alone in the agency. “Just remembering how you arch your back under me last night. And your moans... Just angelic singing to my ears, and you know me, I'm picky in my choice of music.”

He knows that you are a little embarrassed by his words, but even the thoughts in your head will not allow to stop. Instead, the young man will continue to tease you.

“I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are when you're in seventh heaven. I’d be very happy to sit you on the table now, pull off your clothes and kiss your skin,” his voice becomes a little quieter, lowers by half an octave and takes on that very seductive husky that drives you crazy. “Get down on my knees in front of you and put my face to your pussy. I bet you already imagine it. Come on, bella, let me hear how wet you are.”

And you really obediently pull off your panties, spread your legs and run your fingers along your wet cunt, collecting moisture on it, hearing a satisfied humming from the other side. Dazai is glad to hear that you are so ready for him.

“I want you to wrap your legs around me while I sink my tongue inside.” You bite your lip, drawing circles around your clit, sometimes pressing on it. “Come on, love, let me hear your voice. Like our last night when I was so deep inside you.”

And you really can't hold back a moan. The bundle of nerves only becomes more sensitive, and every touch to it makes your body shiver a little. You put inside your fingers under his languid exhalation and start to move it. You squirm and shake, when all of a sudden...

“Oh, Belladonna, I have to go now, time waits for no one,” and Osamu leaves you alone with your arousal.

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When it comes to slutty phone calls, it's not Nakahara that starts it, it's your antics. One day, deciding to tease him, you send him a photo in the fitting room. You are wearing only a set of underwear and an innocent signature “Do you think it suits me?”. What a naughty girl are you. Chuuya takes some time to come up with the most compelling reason why he should leave the meeting room.

“What the hell are you doing?” The red-haired esper hisses through gritted teeth. No, your body does not embarrass him, he is used to your unsurpassed beauty, but the last thing he wants is for someone else to see it. You just innocently coo that you wanted to know his opinion, because “he should pull this underwear off you.”

Whatever you say, Chuuya has problems with self-control. He doesn't need too much to get turned on.

“You wanted to know my opinion, right?” Nakahara smirks unkindly, and you can feel it on your skin. Chills and a herd of goosebumps literally run through your neck. “My opinion is this: my naughty girl wants me to fuck her so that she can barely stands. Choose, doll: we’ll fuck on the table, on the couch, on the bed or on the floor? For such a trick, you will have to try very hard so that I let you cum.”

When he is on edge, you can say exactly and for sure only one thing: Chuuya doesn’t throw words into the wind. And the understanding that he may well take you from the doorway as soon as he comes home makes you bring your legs together. You are already turned on by how aggressive the redhead is in his expressions. And from his heavy breathing, only two things can be stated: he is now alone with himself, and he is trying to calm down his boner in order to recoup on you upon his return.

"So what, doll? I can't hear your answer,” Chuuya almost growls, squeezing his hard cock through the fabric of his tight pants. “Or do you want me to push you against the wall while I thrust into you from behind? The sooner you answer, the better for you.”

Looks like you're really in big trouble.

[these-lovely-monsters]

Commanding The Orc

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!orc x gn!reader

Content: dom reader x sub orc, commander x soldier, cock cage, light cbt, impact play, degradation, praise, pegging, good boy

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You come home after work to find your orc boyfriend kneeling on the floor by your bed like a good little soldier, still wearing the cock cage and collar you put on him this morning. He looks so pretty like this. Smiling, you set your things on the dresser and then go sit in the recliner on the other side of the room. You pull out your phone and begin scrolling, purposefully ignoring him so he has to wait. After about 10 minutes of this, he lets out a pathetic whine. When you look up from your phone, you can see precum dripping from the slots in his cock cage. Tsking, you set down your phone and decide to put him out of his misery.

“Crawl.”

Letting out a whimper, he quickly scrambles over to you on hands and knees.

“What a greedy little soldier you are, so desperate for your commander’s attention,” you croon at him.

When he reaches you, you lift your foot and press it to his chest, stopping him just short of you.

“Not so fast,” you scold him.

Lowering your foot, you place it on top of his caged cock and press gently but hard enough that he whines again, lifting his hips into your shoe.

“Did you touch yourself today?”

“No, commander!” he gasps out.

“Good boy.”

You remove your foot from his groin and bend down to tug lightly on his cage. He’s already as hard as he can get confined inside of it and more precum continues to drip out of it. Then you reach down and cup his balls, pulling and squeezing just a little too hard. He gasps and moans bucking his hips but dutifully keeping his hands to himself.

“Look at you, so needy and ready for me. Since you’ve been an obedient soldier, I’ll give you a reward.”

You reach over to the chest next to your chair and pull out a leash, a bottle of lube, and a strap on harness with a giant dildo already attached. When he sees what you’ve got, he inhales sharply and begins to vibrate with desire.

“Is this what you want?” you ask him as you clip the leash to his collar and attach the harness to your waist.

“Yes, commander! Please!”

“Good, now turn around and bend over on your hands and knees.” 

When he does as you order, you see he’s already prepped himself for you with an anal plug in his ass.

“What a slut you are, you couldn’t even wait for me to fill you up,” you say with a smile. “For that, I think you deserve a little punishment before you get your reward.” At your words, he groans and wiggles his ass in the air, knowing what’s next.

Setting down the bottle of lube, you gently rub his right ass cheek with your palm before delivering a hard smack. Immediately a bright handprint blooms across his skin as he cries out. Moving to the other ass cheek, you do the same thing. Then you deliver a few more smacks to each cheek until he’s panting and writhing on the floor with his skin flaming bright.

“There, that should do it,” you say as you gently rub each cheek again. Grabbing hold of the leash and the bottle of lube, you lead him over to the bed as he crawls behind you and then gets up on the mattress. Still on all fours, he positions himself on the edge with his feet hanging off the end while you grab a step stool to place beneath him. He is a massive orc after all and you’re a tiny human in comparison. 

You climb up onto the stool and gently ease the plug out of him while he lets out a moan. You can’t help but run a finger around his rim, teasing his entrance as you watch his perfect hole clench in response. Quickly, you lube up the dildo and then grab hold of his leash. With one hand guiding the dildo and the other tugging hard on the leash, you slam into him with one quick thrust and he roars at the intrusion. Pausing with your hips flush to his ass, you give him a moment to adjust to the size of the dildo. When he begins to wiggle his hips, needing more, you pull out and quickly thrust back in as he gasps and whimpers under you.

Setting a punishing pace, you fuck him senselessly into the mattress as he whines and babbles incoherently, just how you like him. You continue to pound into him while you reach around his waist to fondle his balls until you see him start to tense up with an impending orgasm.

“Are you ready to come yet?”

“Yes! Please commander!” he cries.

Dropping the leash, you pull a key from a chain around your neck and reach around to his cock cage, unlocking it with a practiced hand.

“Good, now come for me.”

With a few more pumps of your hips and a couple strokes of your hand on his freed cock, he throws his head back with a roar and explodes. Cum gushes from him in spurt after spurt as his body seizes up. You thrust inside him a few more times, wringing every last drop from him until he slumps forward on the mattress with a bliss-filled sigh.

Gently, you ease out of him and remove the harness from your waist. Next you unclip the leash from his collar and roll him onto his back. Grabbing a washcloth from the ensuite bathroom, you clean him up and then flop down onto the mattress next to him. He reaches out an arm and pulls you into his side. Snuggling into him, you run your hand up and down his chest.

“Such a good boy.”

Smiling, he kisses the top of your head and murmurs, “Thank you, commander.”

[prettybean]

KEEGAN (+18)

“I’ll shoot you”

gun play! (consensually), rough Keegan!

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Your favorite thing to do was tease Keegan; every day you came up with something new to make him uncomfortable. There was the time you spilled coffee on his uniform and the time you completely destroyed his workplace. He thinks you're a brat, but you were unable to stop yourself.

However, a few days ago you decided to push his limits. He was cleaning his rifle and other equipment, you were with him, staring at the man intensely. You'd always had a soft spot for his hands, and indeed his whole body was stunning: mysterious, mysterious enough to turn you on.

"Wow, sergeant”. You said jokingly, walking over to his freshly cleaned weapon. "Don't you dare”. He warned you with a stern look as you grabbed one. "What? I think you did a great job," You winked at him with a evil smile, before licking the whole gun.

Keegan held his breath as if you had just pulled a trigger inside his head. He endured your teasing for so long that his body moved involuntarily: he disarmed you and put a gun to your head. "I did a good job, huh? Kneel down." You weren't afraid, you knew Keegan would never shoot you, so you followed the order and knelt at his feet with a defiant expression. "Yes, sir”. It was extremely exciting the idea of playing with him like that.

"How obedient...open your mouth, pretty girl".

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out in front of him. He started rubbing the barrel of the gun in your oral cavity, you tried to stay still and follow his movements. "Fuck, you're such a good little whore." You immediately wrapped your lips around the weapon, sucking on it like you were on his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip until it reached the back of your throat.

You noticed his huge bulge, looking up at him as you choked on his gun, wetting it with spit. “God, who taught you to do that, kid?” He pushed the gun all the way into your mouth, pulling your hair to make it go deeper.

“You're so desperate, do you like it? Do you know what will happen if I pull that trigger?." You felt your pussy tighten, you had to put a hand in between to ease the pain. "Shoot me".

He took the gun out and points it at your head before lowering it gradually, pushing it against your neck, chest, and stomach. “You’re shaking. Where do you want it? here?". You moaned loudly as he slid the gun's barrel between your legs. “Sir”. You begin to say, after taking a breath. "Don’t you think your cock would fit here better?" You added, biting your lip in laughter at your own provocation. He gave you a cold glance, taking off his belt, leaving the Glock on his desk. "Come here" . Keegan ordered and made you put your hands on his legs so you can see his throbbing cock.

“You're such a brat, look at you.” He rubs his huge cock dripping with precum, slapping your face with it. “Should I fuck you? You’ve messing with me all day. You really don't deserve it." He grabbed the gun again, pointing it at you.

“Suck my dick, if you stop even for a moment, I'll fucking shoot you.”

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* pt. 2 here

[luniarix]

sexting toji while he was at work was only supposed to be a small petty thing— so you didn’t expect him to come back home immediately after.

CW; fem!reader, sexting, edging, sex toy usage, pussy eating, oral!sex, 69, ass slapping, y/n being a tease, toji being a cocky bastard, spitting (on the pus), gagging, names such as; baby, and angel

letting toji sway you into having him give you a palette of hickeys from your neck leading down to your thighs as he bites softly on the soft skin, leaving a burning desire everywhere he kissed, all before he went to work—was the worst mistake you made.

you were currently suffering from sexual frustration, and it had been a few hours since toji had gone to work for the day. it was even crazier knowing that he had so little time beforehand and managed to have you a marked mess, and then getting ready in less than 10 minutes.

you wanted his fingers buried deep within your pussy, his other hand holding and squeezing your thigh, and his face pressed against your bud as he’s lapping up your juices and swirling his tongue around the clit.

your nipples became hard at the thought of what you’d do with him when he came home, and you had decided that you were fed up with just wanting to wait for him like an obedient dog. going under the bed, you find the shoe box that was filled with the sex toys you two use sometimes and take out the kitty smart wand vibrator, along with the clear dildo.

you pull off your booty shorts all the way down until they’ve reached your ankles, pull up your oversized t-shirt (that you stole from toji) above your round tits and begin to massage your clit. you moan softly, and then place the kitty vibrator on your cunt. pressing the on button, your toes curl and head tilts upwards as the wave of pleasure immediately hits you.

you flick the button to a higher speed, hand going to your sensitive nipple and pulling on it. you put a little more pressure on your dripping pussy, biting your lip and closing your eyes shut. you imagined toji being the one pressing the vibrator against you, his teeth pulling and sucking on your tits, making sure to always create marks in the shape of his initial.

he’d have his bangs messily clinging to his face, but you would always be able to see that lustful look in his eyes as he watched you come undone attentively, so abundantly clear. the thought of him manhandling you with the added on twist that was building inside your stomach, had you beginning to break. your body falls onto the plush pillows behind you as your back arches, hips trembling and thighs shaking as you reach your high.

your lashes flutter back open as a grand idea comes to mind. grabbing your phone from the counter beside your bed, you place a pillow in front of you and position your phone so your whole body was in view. the wicked idea that you were going to play out had made your folds become wetter than before, and you lick your lips in an impatient manner.

you toss the vibrator to the side, and grab the transparent dildo right beside you. you begin to record yourself; kissing the tip of the cock, slowly beginning to inch it’s way through your thick lips before enveloping the whole thing in your throat.

swirling your tongue around the shaft and then pulling it back out to leave only tip in your lips, had even your own mind spinning. the dildo was now coated with your saliva, and the slick in between your thighs was too much at this point.

you look straight at the camera and begin to play with your clit using your middle finger, drawing slow rough circles on it. but that was only for a few seconds before the arousal had taken over you— you wanted to cum again. not even, it was a need with the way you were absolutely throbbing.

god, since when have you been this riled up with just masturbating?

maybe it was the fact that you were going to watch yourself reach your climax, or maybe it was the fact that with every nip at the skin toji took, he left a feral feeling at its wake. you press the tip of the dildo against your hole, propping one of your legs up and slide your back against the pillows once more.

“toji…”

you whisper his name like it was almost wrong, the word trembling at the tip of your lips— hand involuntarily twitches in a way that forces past the tip into you. your chest heaves, pretty tits circling and tongue lolling out in pleasurable surprise. it was pathetic considering that toji would fuck this dildo into you at a rougher pace.. but this time it was different.

this feeling? it had everything to do with your senses being heightened, and it was exactly because of him. you choke on your spit, mewling at the slow pace you were forcing yourself to go at. you would make sure you captured every moment before cumming. toji was at fault for making you like this, so he’d be the one to see how much you could cum without him.

your calm breaths couldn’t hide the twitch of your thighs; you wanted more than what you were already getting. picking up the pace, your free arm snakes around your leg to make sure it didn’t close. and so you were able to show everything. now taking in every inch of the toy, your hips salaciously begin to rock at the same speed of your hand.

soft moans fell out of your mouth as your speed becomes faster, toes curling and face distorting into the same one you always have when you’re at your limit. you pull the toy out slowly as you tighten around it, the lewd squelching noises makes your eyes roll back as you pull the toy out all the way, your cum coating the dildo and the rest of the cream slowly dripping down your cunt.

you bite your lip and look back up to the camera, and grin devilishly. then you end the video, and quickly send it to him without any more context. you keep the messages open as a means to watch when he sees it, and in a few minutes he does.

you quickly shut your phone off and toss it onto the bed— a reaction from the anxiousness coursing through your veins. you then get a notification, and quickly snatch your phone back to see the words,

‘don’t test me, y/n.’

you grin wildly and think for a moment before writing in return,

‘test you? i would never.’

your eyes widen when he immediately texts back.

‘i warned you.’

your breath hitches as the same heat you felt when toji was getting dangerously close to your clothed pussy, pulses through your body and directly down to your cunt. he was definitely going to punish you when he came back from work, and there was still a few hours left for his shift so you’d have enough time to prepare yourself.

‘are you all riled up cause i got you hard at work baby?’

you gingerly walk into the living room after sending one last text message that you knew would send him over the edge. glancing at the conversation one last time, you see that he’s left you on read. you smile, knowing you succeeded in annoying him. you then decide to put on a show as a means to pass time, leaning back and placing a hand lazily on your stomach.

but you didn’t expect the door to begin rattling 30 minutes later.

slowly gazing down to the moving doorknob, a long shiver of horror had gone completely down your spine. you begin to chew on your lip, whipping your head back to turn off the tv. you slouch completely down on the couch to hide yourself, but you knew soon enough you’d be fucked. quite literally.

the door swings open, and you hear strong footsteps come into earshot, a bag being swung over onto the couch, right beside you.

you look up and see toji staring down at you with those piercing emerald eyes. his eyes crease when he begins to slowly smirk, and you swallow harshly.

“missed me?”

he never breaks eye contact with you as he walks around the couch to your side, taking long leisurely strides. he’s undoing his tie as you start backing away from him— and you know all too well that’s it’s useless to do so.

toji is quick to drag you back towards him by the ankles, the plush of your ass roughly hitting his thighs as he keeps your legs locked against his chest with just one of his big beefy arms. you gulp, eyes scanning his face but since the curtains had practically always had your house dark, you could barely see the expression he had on.

but you knew for certain that he was beaming with arrogance.

he had you practically in a trap, one that you wouldn’t of been able to escape the second he opened the door. besides the alarms going off in your head— how the hell did he get home so soon?

toji tilts his head at the fact that you haven’t said anything, pulling your legs up even more and the globe of your ass hits right against his crotch, lower back being lifted off the couch. you could tell how hard he was. the tent was practically poking your clothed pussy. you swallow nervously at the thought of what was soon to come.

“i was in a meeting when you sent me that video. do you know how annoyed i was having to sit there in front of other important business men with a boner?”

your lips twitch upwards for a second, but your attitude immediately falters when toji begins to unbutton his shirt and slinks it off of himself. he throws it towards a corner in the dark room, and huffs.

“after you pulled that shit, i had to immediately excuse myself, and took an early leave…”

he subtly begins rubbing circles on the sides of your thighs, inching upwards to your hips. his laggard movements and tone were in contrast with the way his sharp jade eyes were observing you.

“you wanna explain to me why you sent that video to me knowing i was at work?”

he sounded so exasperated, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. now he knew what you had to go through up until half an hour ago. you help yourself up onto your elbows, and stare back at him with a displeased expression.

“you started it. i was just finishing it.”

toji begins to pull your shorts down, and is quick to yank them off of you without you even being able to process it. your eyes widen as you let out a squeak of surprise.

“finishing it? oh, no baby… you’ve only started something else.”

he begins to slip your shirt up,right above your tits. he licks his lips and sinks down to your chest, closing his mouth around one of your hard nipples. you moan softly at the way he swirls his tongue around the areola, before he then sucks on it. he brings his hand up to begin pinching at the other one, and your eyes flutter shut.

you try to start rocking your hips against his crotch, but with the way he had you lifted up right against him you couldn’t. you whine in desperation, frustrated at the fact that he had you locked in place. your head tilts back as he starts to pull on the swollen pebble, continuously swirling his tongue around it and ever so often pinching the other one in between his fingers.

your lips part to let out a quivering sigh, and that gave him enough access to shove two fingers in. you almost gag but then immediately close your lips around them, swirling your tongue. but as a retort you bite down, making sure you’d leave teeth marks. he growls and bites above your areola, teeth sinking in enough to cause pain. he immediately soothes over it with his tongue, a soft whine releasing from your throat.

“you’re very feisty today… but that’s okay.”

toji mumbles, quickly getting up and proceeding to unbuckle his belt. his movements were so languid your cunt began to pulse with painful need. he slowly zips down his pants and lowers them along with his boxers, his fat cock softly slapping against his stomach. an audible swallow comes from your throat and a chuckle is heard from him.

he pulls away from you, proceeding to step out of his pants and kicking them somewhere else in the room. he never breaks his gaze from you as he leans back down and slips off your panties and again— tosses them somewhere else in the living room.

your eyes go wide when he spreads your legs and finally looks down, his eyes going from your heaving chest to your wet cunt. you try and press your thighs together, but toji’s swift to push your legs upwards. toji begins to leave wet kisses down your slit, languidly flicking his tongue against your hole and then tracing up towards your clit.

your toes curl as he begins to unhurriedly kiss your clit and give a few tedious licks. your breathing gets heavier when you notice that he’s taking his time on purpose, and you try to buck your hips up. but he holds you tightly, and through the pecks he was leaving you could tell he was smirking.

“toji… please—”

he cuts you off by abruptly slapping your ass and keeps his hand there to feel the recoil. your eyes tightly close momentarily and you bite your lip to keep yourself from squealing.

“you don’t get to beg after what you pulled.”

you push your head back into the couch cushions as he begins to greedily suck on your sensitive bud, messily devouring your juices like a starved man. you whimper when his head draws back, but then you shriek in surprise when he spits on your clit. toji shoves two fingers into you, and your thighs jerk from the sudden feeling.

your jaw slacks as your moans get louder, and you’re writhing your hips sensuously to get more friction. toji was eating you out so sloppily, the wet slurping sounds had your eyes crossing to the back of your head while you continue to mewl desperately.

his fingers curled inside of you deliciously and your walls clenched around him. the hungry need to cum was inching closer. you were getting impatient. you try and push your hips closer but toji acknowledges it and begins to slow down the pace he’s going at with his tongue. you didn’t have time to get frustrated because then his fingers speed up, which has your back arching off of the couch.

you try your best to silence your muffled screams that we’re getting much harder to control— but with the way toji is continuously thrusting his fingers into you it seems like you won’t be able to hold on for much longer. a cry begins to form in your throat as you knew you were about to cum but it instantly dies down when toji hastily pulls his digits out.

you lift your head up to look at him in dissatisfaction, but he only gives you a satisfied chuckle in response. he was clearly content at the fact that he was starting to piss you off. your irritation soon spikes when toji sits down on the couch right next to you, and leans on the arm rest.

“hurry up and come here.”

you flutter your lashes at him in confusion before it hits you. he wanted to 69. you sheepishly sit and then back up towards him, having toji pull you by the waist so your dripping cunt is directly on top of him and you’re face to face with his cock. you take hold of his dick, rubbing circles on his tip before peppering kisses on it down to the base of the shaft. you twitch when you feel toji’s tongue back on your clit, and try to focus on tracing his veins with your tongue.

you feel him softly groan against your pussy, which has your hips pushing back into his face. you whine when he slaps your ass again, and he roughly sucks on your clit in response. you eagerly take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him before beginning to bob your head.

you take a few more inches of him, toes curling as you gag at how he had already hit the back of your throat. you messily bounce your head as drool begins to run down your chin and rub all over your thick lips, loving the way his fat cock was pulsing. you knew he was close because he always came faster when you’d do this. your jaw ached and your mouth felt numb but it didn’t matter with the way his moans were getting louder, and the way his tongue and fingers were working together in perfect rhythm.

your eyes roll back when he gives one last suck on your clit, and your high pitched whimpers had toji’s mind clouding. you try and take all of him, gagging once more. toji loved it when you gagged around him, his ego swelled every time, but he also cums faster like that too. so when he’s bucking his hips up when you pull your head up till his tip and then immediately having all of his cock in your mouth once more; it doesn’t come as much of a shock.

your eyes close shut as toji’s cum leaks out of your lips, and drips onto your tits and his pelvis. you wait for him to finish before gradually taking him out of your mouth. you swallow his cum and turn your head back to him with glassy eyes. he’s gazing at you with a serene expression before sitting up, and you follow after.

“you did so well angel.”

toji turns back at you and brings your head closer to give you a soft kiss on the lips. he then pulls away, and a shit eating grin forms on his face. your brows furrowed in suspicion as his eyes gleam with mischief.

“but damn, i gotta leave you sexually frustrated more often.”

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Rage, Ropes, and Release

Emperor Geta just refuses to leave my mind, so here’s yet another fic idea that decided to plague me at work 😩

Emperor Geta x wife!Reader

warnings: 18+ only! Minors DNI to this filth! angry!Geta (not towards Reader), mentions of murder, blood covered Geta, patient!Reader, obedient wife!Reader, masochist!Reader, sadist!Geta, hog tying, whips (we’re going to pretend that riding crops and signal whips existed during the Roman Empire), pussy whipping, knife play, blood consumption, unprotected p in v smut, multiple orgasms, creampie, profanity, etc

You knew exactly when your husband was in an angry mood and in need of some sort of release, his bellowing voice always echoing throughout the halls of the palace which gave you ample time to prepare for what he had in store for you.

But today was different. When you heard that his anger was more outbursts of rage than anything, you just knew that what he needed was going to be beyond his usual rough fuck until neither of you could take anymore.

You were in your shared chambers writing important letters when you heard him going on a literal rampage just a few quarters down the hall, setting your quill down with a bite to your lip as you listened.

“I am sick of you incompetent imbeciles always fucking things up around here! What the fuck is the point of having you around if you can’t do anything right!?”

The rage in his tone had your thighs clenching together and you hoped that when he made it to your chambers when he was finished his ranting that he would take those feelings of rage out on you.

“Is there anyone around here that can do anything right other than myself?! Gods, you make me want to just--” There was a short pause before one of the servants was begging for mercy, but his begging was cut short when Geta lodged his dagger into the servant’s jugular before brutally slashing his throat completely.

You heard the screams from the female servants and knew exactly what your husband had done and that act of brutality itself was what drove you to realize exactly what kind of mood your husband was in and what kind of release he was going to need tonight.

Standing from your chair, you went over to one of your ‘special’ drawers and grabbed the thick ropes from inside, before going over and neatly placing them at the foot of the bed. Then you stripped down to absolutely nothing, positioning yourself at the foot of the bed with the rope in front of you and your hands on your lap as you sat on the bottom half of your legs, patiently waiting for your husband’s arrival.

You could hear his footsteps approaching closer and closer, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth when they paused just outside the door. “What the fuck are you standing around for?! Clean that mess up or you’ll be right there with him!” He snapped at the other servants before swinging the doors to your chambers open, pausing mid step into the room when he saw you ready and waiting for him on the bed with the ropes now held up in your hands.

“I figured you need some release, my love. Care to step things up a bit this time? Take all that rage out on me and do not hold back.” You murmured as you gazed upon his blood drenched form, watching as he closed the doors to your chambers before stalking his way over to you, his pupils blown so wide that the browns of his eyes were no longer existent.

“Oh, my dear wife. At least I know you will never let me down.” He stopped directly in front of where you were knelt at the foot of the bed, his hand tightly grabbing your jaw before he was pulling you up into a heated kiss, his ring clad hand reaching around to give your ass a harsh squeeze. “I can do anything I want to you?”

“Absolutely anything.” You moaned against his mouth, your hands gripping onto his blood soaked robes as you pressed yourself closer to him. “Tie me up and have your way with me, husband.” You smiled, picking up the ropes from where they fell on the bed when he pulled you into the kiss before holding them out to him, your eyes gracefully scanning over his hard set features.

“You’re so good to me. Such a perfect wife.” He sighed as he grabbed the ropes from your hands, a smirk creeping onto his lips as an idea came to mind. “Lay down on your stomach, arms behind your back and legs spread nice and wide for me.” He commanded, watching as you obediently did as told and moved to lay on your stomach with your arms behind your back and your legs spread apart for him.

“That’s a good wife.” He had a sickening grin on his face as he started hog tying you, being sure to tie the knots extra tight. Once he finished, he leaned back to observe his handiwork, his cock completely stood at attention from the vulnerable position he had you in. “Mmmm... I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

You quickly nodded your head in response, an eager moan erupting from your throat before you glanced back at your husband, your cunt clenching at how feral his gaze was as he took the sight of you in. “Take that rage out, husband. I’m all yours to use and abuse.” You encouraged with a hard bite to your lip, humming as his thick fingers kneaded your plush ass cheeks.

“If at any point you need me to stop,--”

“I don’t want you to stop until you’re ready to stop. No matter how much I scream, how much I cry, how bruised or bloody I may get, do not stop until you’re satisfied and your anger has ceased.”

It was Geta’s turn to bite down hard on his bottom lip at your willingness to be used and abused by him, his fingers now swiping up the arousal dripping from your cunt. “So wet for me already and I’ve barely even touched you. What’s gotten you so wet, dove?” He smirked, spreading your arousal all over your pussy lips.

“Your rage, the sounds of our servants screams after you murdered one of them, the sight of you covered in their blood.” You murmured, Geta grinning sadistically behind you. You were almost as crazed as he was and that’s why he chose you to be his Empress, what made him love you indefinitely.

“And you’re only going to grow more wet once I get started.” He mused, giving your cunt a firm slap before stepping away from the bed to start removing his blood soaked ensemble of royal garments. Typically he would dispose of anything that was destroyed by blood, but now that he knew it aroused you to see him covered in someone else’s blood, he planned on keeping these garments in particular.

You listened as his footsteps retreated before hearing as he started digging through one of the drawers on the other side of the room, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sound of a whip cracking from where he stood. You knew in that moment that he had a lot in store for you and you were dripping even more in anticipation of it.

He soon made his way onto the bed to kneel behind where you were hog tied and waiting for him, his dark eyes observing the new, large wet patch on the sheets beneath you. He merely grinned at that, not speaking a word of acknowledgement about it before taking the riding crop he grabbed along with the signal whip and giving a hard whack against your awaiting cunt.

You yelped at the sudden stinging sensation to your folds, your fists clenching and toes curling where they were tied behind you. And then your eyes were springing a leak when he started laying whip after whip after whip to your cunt with the riding crop, your teeth sinking so deep into your bottom lip that it was beginning to bruise and bleed.

A pleasured sob soon erupted from your throat when he forced his entire cock inside you without warning, the feeling of being split wide open on top of the stinging from the whips to your cunt mixing right in with the pleasure coursing through you. It hurt so good and you just knew it was going to get even better once he really got started.

With one hand tightly gripping one of your bound legs and the other now holding the signal whip he first removed from the drawer, Geta began a mindnumbing pace in thrusts that pulled the most lewd mewls from your lips, the force of his thrusts so strong that the bed slammed into the wall each time his hips met your ass.

Your eyes were rolled into the back of your head as you took each pounding thrust of his cock into your already abused cunt, a high pitched cry escaping your throat when he started cracking the whip against your lower back and ass with enough force to split your skin open already.

His cock twitched inside you as blood began to bead from your wound, the sadistic desire to completely ruin you amped up tenfold from your loud cries along with the sight of you at his mercy. He was relentless with the whip, cracking it against your skin to inflict as much pain as he possibly could, but eventually even the whip wasn’t enough for him.

Momentarily pulling out of you, he quickly shushed your whine of protest with a whack of the riding crop against your cunt. “Silence! I’m not finished with you yet.” He promised with a growl, stepping off the bed to retrieve his dagger and cleansing the blade of the blood it was soaked with before returning to his position on the bed.

“So fucking needy.” He growled, taking his dagger and using it to start cutting MINE into the skin where your lower back ended and ass started, grinning devilishly as it had you letting out a pained squeal. He watched as blood seeped from those wounds now, pure sadism alive in his eyes as he gazed upon your bleeding, vulnerable form.

“I love it when you bleed for me.” He sighed deeply before leaning down to start lapping at the blood drawn out of you, earning a lewd moan from your throat while you clenched around nothing. “Do you love bleeding for me?” He inquired as he leaned back to tease the head of his cock against your red and puffy folds, stopping as he was lined up with your abused hole.

“I fucking love it.” You moaned in response, your moan growing more elongated and raspy when he forced his cock back inside you and resumed the ruthless pace in thrusts he’d previously set, your eyes rolling into your skull all over again. He was ruining you just as he said he would and you were loving every minute of it.

Geta grabbed the riding crop again, this time giving multiple hard whips against the fresh cuts he inflicted into your skin and pulling even louder cries of pain mixed with pleasure from your throat. He knew you were going to be sore later, but he would take care of you when that time came to be. “Scream for me.” He demanded, his whips to your cuts getting more harsh with each brutal thrust against your cervix.

You screamed just as he ordered, not only because he told you to but because you had no choice, the stinging and throbbing sensations so intense you knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep on your back for quite a while. Despite the pain, you still couldn’t help but to clench around his cock from the pleasure of his brutal thrusts against your cervix, knowing it wouldn’t be long until your orgasm was washing over you.

“That’s it, keep screaming for me. Show me how much it hurts so good to be used and abused.” He growled, dropping the riding crop now so he could firmly grip onto each of your ankles and continue pounding his cock inside you, his head tossed back as you clenched around him even more. He was on the verge of his own orgasm, so much so that all it took was you screaming his name to push him right over that edge.

You mewled as you felt his hot seed painting your insides, continuing to clench around him to milk him for what he was worth. You were quite close to orgasming yourself, but you knew you needed a bit more than just his cock to get you there. “Please, m’so close, husband! Need to make a mess of your cock.” You whimpered, sighing in content when he lifted your hips to reach around and start rubbing your clit in tight circles, giving you just what you needed to reach your own end.

Geta growled as your cum coated each thick inch of his cock, continuing his relentless thrusts inside you and not stopping until both of you came several more times. By the time he pulled out of your beaten and bruised cunt, his own cock was red and sensitive, needing a minute to catch his breath before getting your limbs freed from their restraints.

You breathed out a long sigh of relief when you were finally able to stretch out your arms and legs, smiling when your husband started peppering kisses all over your back side. You knew he was no longer in the mindset he was in when you first got started, the gentleness of his kisses were his way of showing that.

“Are you okay, dove?” He murmured as he gently kissed your cuts, welts, and bruises, wanting to be sure you weren’t in too much pain.

“M’okay, my love. Are you okay? Are you still troubled or did this help you to get that anger out?” You smiled as you turned on your side to look at him, holding yourself up on your elbow. You could see how the browns of his eyes returned and that his face was much more visibly relaxed than it was when he first stepped into your shared chambers, which had you smiling wider.

“To be quite honest, my dear wife, I don’t even remember why I was mad in the first place.” He chuckled before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he cupped your face in his hand. “Thank you for allowing me to take my wrath out on you in such a way, you’re my perfect little pain slut.”

You giggled at that, pressing another kiss to his lips before you were cupping his face in return. “Of course, my love. I’m just happy that it helped. Any amount of pain is worth it when it comes to you.” You murmured.

“Mmm... I love you, my wife. Now let me take care of these cuts before they get infected.”

“I love you too, my husband.” You beamed, allowing him to carefully lift you up so he could carry you to get your wounds taken care of.

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If he needed to release his anger in a similar way at some point in the future, you would let him in a heart beat. No matter how much pain he inflicted on you tonight, you knew his love for you outweighed the desire to hurt you. For him, anything was worth it.

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