⋆˙⟡ don’t you dare stop: art donaldson x afab!reader.
summary: how can dinner with some friends turn this way? as soon as everyone was out, you were straddling art’s hips to grind onto him. tease him, torture him just because he’s so pretty when he begs for you.
cw: +18. mdni. established relationship. teasing. degrading / praising. dry-humping. coming in underwear. begging. submissive!art. reblog is a creator’s best-friend, thank you! (this is a repost from my previous blog, i am not stealing it!)
You were supposed to be at dinner with some friends, something civil and respectable. One hand resting politely on your wine glass while you and Art pretended like you weren’t thinking about the way your thighs brushed every time he leaned close. But dinner ended and everyone left. And somehow the dim lights of his apartment, the afterglow of cheap wine, the slow hum of the record player spinning something bluesy—it all shifted.
And now you were here; straddling him on his living room couch, your dress hitched up over your hips, lace panties soaked and rubbing against the bulge straining in his jeans. His hands gripped your thighs like he was holding onto the edge of a cliff, and his breath hitched every time your hips rolled down, dragging your heat over him again and again.
He wasn’t inside you but you were going to kill him all the same.
“Fuck,” Art gasped, voice already wrecked, head thrown back against the couch cushion. “You’re gonna kill me.” You smiled slowly and rocked your hips again, deliberately slow, just to hear him choke.
“I’m not even doing anything,” you said sweetly, hands braced on his shoulders, your mouth grazing the shell of his ear. “You’re the one all worked up, baby.” You could feel the tension, the hardness of his cock under through the layer of clothing.
“Don’t call me that,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut. “Not when you’re doin’ this. Not when I’m this close already—fuck—you’re evil.”
You ground down harder, your clothed pussy dragging over the ridge of his cock through his jeans. You felt how thick he was, how wet the fabric had gotten with both your arousal, how close to breaking he really was. “But you like it,” you whispered, the slightest of mocking in your tone.
Art shivered beneath you, his hands twitched on your thighs like he wanted to move them; grab you, flip you, pin you, but didn’t dare. You’d set the pace, you’d told him not to touch. And he, sweet thing that he was, was still trying so hard to be good for you.
“You’re a menace,” he said through his teeth. You rolled your hips again, slower this time, your clit catching just right on the curve of his zipper. It made your lashes flutter, your mouth drop open with a curse. “Oh,” you moaned softly, letting the sound break loose and land right in his ear. “You feel so big, even like this. Poor thing. Can’t even help it, can you?”
Art whimpered; full-body, actual whimper.
And it lit you on fire. “Oh my God,” you whispered, grinning. “Did you just make that sound for me?”
“Stop teasing,” he said, voice strangled. “You want me to stop?” You froze your hips entirely, smug. “You sure about that?” His hands tightened on your thighs. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.” You tsked, your breath hot against his flushed cheek. “Now, now. That doesn’t sound like asking nicely.”
Art’s eyes snapped open, wide and pleading, pupils blown dark with lust. “Please,” he whispered. “Please don’t stop. I’ll be good, I swear. Just… fuck, please keep going.” Your lips brushed his, just the ghost of a kiss. “Good boy.”
He whimpered again. And you started moving—slow, torturously, dragging circles of your hips against his, your slick of your pussy soaking through the lace and smearing onto the denim of his jeans with every grind. Your clit rubbed against his zipper, stimulating every nerve.
“Does it hurt, baby?” you murmured, watching his face twist in pleasure. “Being this hard, and you still can’t come?”
“It’s torture,” he said, voice cracked. “You’re fuckin’ torturing me.”
“I thought you liked that.” You replied with amusement on the edge of your voice. “I do.” His hands shook where they gripped you. “I fucking love it.”
You rocked harder, more purposefully now, grinding down like you meant to make him come just like this; hands off, clothes on, utterly helpless beneath you. And oh, he was helpless. His mouth hung open, jaw slack, eyes half-lidded and glassy with lust, his hips twitching like they wanted to meet yours but couldn’t quite find the rhythm. Like he wanted to thrust, wanted to fuck; but didn’t know how when you weren’t letting him do anything.
You grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you.
“Feel that?” you said, rolling your hips with extra pressure on the downstroke. “That’s my pussy rubbing all over your cock. You’re not even inside me and I’m still fucking you through your jeans.”
“God!” Art gasped, eyes rolling back. “You gonna come like this?” you taunted, voice syrupy sweet. “Like a needy little virgin with his first girlfriend grinding on his lap?”
That broke him. He groaned so loud it echoed, his hips bucking once before he slammed them back down into the couch, visibly trying to hold back. His fingers dug bruises into your thighs, but still... still—he didn’t break your rules. “Oh my god,” you breathed. “You are gonna come, aren’t you? Just from this?”
“Please let me,” he begged, voice hoarse. “Please, I’ll do anything... fuck, it hurts, I need it! Please let me come in my jeans, I need to, I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it.” You leaned in close, nose brushing his, lips barely grazing. “Do it.”
His body snapped like a rubber band; one harsh, shaking grind up into you and he was gone: moaning deep, ragged, hips twitching as he came hard in his pants, completely undone beneath you. You felt the heat spread through the denim, the throb of his cock trapped against his boxers and your soaked panties, the way he panted like he couldn’t get enough air.
“Jesus,” he breathed, eyes wide, chest heaving. “That was…” You smirked. “Hot?” He laughed, ragged and dazed, cheeks pink and eyes still half-lidded. “I was gonna say humiliating, but yeah. That too.” You rolled your hips one last time, teasing. He groaned, sensitive now, squirming beneath you. “Look at you,” you whispered. “Came in your jeans like a teenage boy... just for me.”
“You’re evil,” he said, eyes dark. “You know that, right?” You kissed him then, slow, filthy, claiming. He melted under you like he always did, hands finally lifting to rest on your hips. Not controlling and not demanding but just there.
“You know I’m not done with you, right?” you murmured against his mouth. He smiled against your lips, dazed and breathless.
Testing unhinged pick up lines on them/freaky ass comments. Suggestive warning !!
I want Mammons tape..OMG WHO SAID THAT!! sorry this one was shorter but I might post another this same week since the poll was a tie! thanks for reading! <3
Idk where else i can bitch about this but ohmy god my partners cat has something out for me i stfg. I keep my closet closed because of my limited/old kpop posters are in there and i havent had the energy to put them up yet. I just woke up to him scratching and digging at them. After breaking into my cupboard that i cant even open because i have it closed off. Im so tired right now and im so over his behaviour. Sorry for the rant lol i just needed to get it off my chest or i will go to sleep angry
ok for my commissioned fic, i would like junkrat capturing reader with the line “aw, did a TRAP getcha?” aaaaaand noncon, you know what i like, make it painful, slapping, choking the 9 yards :) and a special guest appearance by roadhod is always appreciated :) thank you queen
Ehehehe silly honey forgot to add the reader's trying to escape <33
The sound of psychotic laughter rang in your ears as you ran . Your heart racing in your chest as you didn't dare to look behind you, knowing the man was right behind you the moment you ran out of the house.
Running down the secluded landscape, you screamed as an explosion rumbled under your feet, barely jumping out of the way in time before the ground cracked open. The mini bomb he'd planted going off with a small bang as fire quickly erupted from it.
The force of it pushed you forward, causing you to yelp as you hit the ground hard. The bomb wasn't enough to kill you, but it was definitely enough to get the message he was sending you across.
You groan in pain, but you still try to push yourself up. Knowing what was going to happen would be much worse if Junkrat caught you.
Just as you were about to get up, you cried out as a foot collided with your side, making you fall back down. You looked up to your captor, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
"Aw, did a TRAP get ya?" he pouted. But it didn't reach his eyes as he grabbed your arm and pulled you up. You could see the twisted delight in them. "Ya poor thing. But you broke the rules. And what am I if not a man of my words?"
"Fuck you!" You spat at him. He just responded with a tut, shaking his head before he raised his hand up and slapped you.
"Such a filthy mouth." He laughed, his eyes glinting with malice as he taunted you before a grimy hand curled around your hair and pulled you forward. "Now let's get back inside, on you go."
You struggled against him as he dragged you back by your hair, screaming and swearing, digging your shoes into the ground. You didn't even care if you possibly set off another trap. All you wanted was to get away from him.
But of course, your prayers were never answered. He pushed open the door and threw you inside, making you hit the floor like you were a rag doll, not even bothering to get you into the bedroom like he usually did.
You tried pushing yourself away, but he was much faster, pouncing on top of you as he started to rip off your clothes.
You screamed despite knowing there was nobody around to save you. And your screams were only met with more laughter as he left you vulnerable, slapping you whenever you got too rowdy and tried shoving him away from you.
"Such a pretty sight." He smirked as your clothes were a tathered mess as he pushed himself up just to push his pants down, pulling out his thick cock. He gave it a stroke before lining himself up with your pussy.
You tried sitting up, your eyes going wide. "Please, I'm sorry! I'm not ready!"
Junkrat smirked, not saying anything in response. Instead, he wrapped his hand around your neck and pushed you back down, shoving as much of himself as he could into you.
He moaned loudly, your tight pussy clenching down on him as he squeezed your neck. You weren't prepared, which made it a little harder for him, but that didn't stop him. Pulling back and brutally thrusting into you until he was balls deep inside you.
Taking a look at you, he grinned, realizing his cock wasn't the only thing making you panic. He'd been gripping a little too hard, realizing you could barely breathe as he choked you.
"Does that hurt?" He tilted his head, amused as your hands clawed at his wrist, trying to escape the grip he had around you, softening so you could let out a gasp.
You whimpered, nodding your head as his hand tightened around your throat as he thrusted into you.
"Awe, well, that's too bad." He chuckled darkly, enjoying the flushed look on your face each time he took your breath away as he ruthlessly pounded into you. "I'm not stopping until I'm done with ya."
Your soft cries were like music to his ears wach time the tip of his cock hit your cervix like he was trying to break it. No longer screaming and swearing at him like a little brat. His grunts were louder, not hiding how good you made him feel.
He was shameless in that way, not hiding how much pressure it gave him to hurt you like this. To have total control over you. Like he always wanted.
With a shutter, he slowly stopped, pushing as deep into you as possible as he came hard. Thick hot cum flooding your insides as darkspots filled your vision.
"Maybe I did get a little too carried away." He chuckled as he finally let go and stood up, putting his cock away and pulling up his pants. "Sorry, love."
Shakily, you let Junkrat pull you up, cum dripping down you thighs as you stood up. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You flinched, hating when he was intimate more than when he was hurting you. He just gently rocked you back and forth, cooing at you lovingly until there was a knock on the door.
You paused for a moment, your breath hitching in your throat as the door opened and a large man stepped into the house, reeking of bad intentions.
His grin widened, wrapping his arms around your aching body and pulling you in close. "Oh? Did I forget to mention I have an old friend stopping by?" He cackled as he watched Roadhog slowly stalking towards you. "Aren't I nice? I got you all warmed up for the real punishment."
I just need you to understand. This man's gaze is so sharp it could open letters. BUT. he also most definitely does a lil involuntary c: soff smile when MC is around
I actually really like the motifs on these ! it was initially inspired by The Last of Us (one of the greatest games of all time), but I think it works for other contexts too.
feel free to use; please like, reblog, and credit 〜
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Roadhog smut where Reader has a kink for being praised?
"Such A Good Little Piggy~"
Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2
Pairing: Roadhog ("Mako Rutledge") x Gender Neutral! Reader
Rating: Lemon [🟡] - (NSFW!)
Warnings/Mention Ofs: MDNI, Gender Neutral! Reader, They/Them Pronouns Used For Reader, Soft! Dominant! Roadhog, Verbal Praise Kink, Verbal Praise - Roadhog Giving/Reader Receiving, Reader Gets Called Gorgeous- Still Gender Neutral, Nickname Usage, Spanking, Roadhog Being Slightly Commanding.
Word Count: 516 Words
Taglist: @masterofpuns
(It took longer than expected to get this out because I thought I was doing the tagging/mentioning system wrong, lol)
If you'd like to be tagged for all posts, certain fandom posts, or certain character posts then feel free to message me!
“..and here you said that you wouldn’t be able to take such a thick, enormous cock~'' There's a taunting, teasing tone within the words that Mako speaks, followed by a chuckle of mere amusement, as he watches his poor, little (Y/N) squirming underneath his own bulky size in an attempt to adjust to the seemingly never-ending length of Mako’s cock. A bright, flustered blush covering their cheeks while their eyes are slightly blown from the pleasure that’s coursing throughout their system. “..looking so gorgeous down there as you continue to try to handle all of me~ Such a good Little Piggy, aren’t you?~” His words, that gravelly tone of voice, especially whenever he would praise them, conjures up a loud, almost desperate moan from (Y/N)’s lips. Slowly, but surely, inch after inch (Y/N) manages to take from Mako, a pleasurable pressure becoming a bit more intense the more that they take, until there’s a sigh of relief that escapes the heavyset man above them. “Managed to take it all, huh?~ All the way to the base, Little Piggy~ It drives me absolutely wild whenever you’re able to take me all like this~”
It was almost an addiction, the emotions that were at an all time high within (Y/N), combined with the consistent pleasure that came along with arching their back just right and beginning to move their hips in a - circular motion. While the movement from Mako himself was appreciated, causing a brief high pitched cry to escape out into the open from the occasional quick, rough thrust, Mako really wouldn’t have to do anything at this point. (Y/N) was doing everything on their own. It definitely was a sight, a sight that he would make sure to engrain within his memories. “That’s my good Piggy~ Rock your hips just like that~” Another firm slap to their ass, another soft moan that leaves their lips. “Good, good~ Now, how about you go faster?~ I know that you can take it~"
“I’m so proud of you for taking my cock so well, (Y/N)~ You’ve done so well to please me so far~ How about you give yourself a well deserved break and let Daddy Pig take the reins, hm?~ I’ll take such good care of you as you have been taking such good care of me~” Mako doesn’t bother to even give (Y/N) the chance to respond before he places his enormous hands upon (Y/N)’s hips, having a tight grip before he begins setting a quick, yet gentle pace as he thrusts. It doesn’t matter though. Between the physical pleasure that he was bestowing upon (Y/N), and the constant praise that he was giving, (Y/N) was feeling as if they were on Cloud Nine, and wouldn’t want it any other way. Slightly blown pupils from the lust and arousal that coursed throughout their system, and the large grin that was gracing their lips, it was obvious to tell that they were enjoying it. “Such a good, little Piggy, I am~ Such a good, little Piggy~”
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