mafia boss! bottom! sub! Male! character x top! Male! Dom! Sadistic! Mafia enforcer! Reader
“S-stop! Y-you fuc-ahhh-ing bastard!” He sobbed out, biting down on his bottom lip leaving it split and bleeding, when you roughly thrust into his ruined hole. The head of your cock ramming into his abused prostate.
Low muttered volatile curses in foreign language left his lips. The sharp pain mixed with pleasure forced out watery cum that spat out of his cock, spattering on his stomach and face. His body rocking involuntarily with the movements of your thrusts.
“Y-you took enough! S-stop!!” He choked out, fat tears unknowingly rolling down his cheek mixing with his cum. Its salty taste clung to his lips falling onto his tongue.
“Have I?” You slow just enough to make it look like your actually considering it. Glazed over eyes meet yours, a broken sob leaving his swollen lips.
“Y-yes! P-please stop…mercy!” He begged, despite the humiliation that burned in his veins. His hands fisted against the sheets, fingernails digging into the silk sheets.
“Well, that’s for me to decide.” You give a sharp grin and continue. Shoving your thick cock in again, hitching his hips higher to press in deeper. A sharp whine like noise leaving his lips.
“No no no! Do-don’t or..or!” He sobbed louder, wailing his words broken with hitched breaths as he desperately tried to suck in air. One last sharp thrust that pressed in deeper, deeper that he could have thought was possible.
“Or I’ll cum!” He let out a broken sob, face twisted in pleasure, arching into the touch, crying as he finished. Cum splattered in an arch against your both chest, untouched squirting like a bitch in heat.
The great mafia leader reduced to a begging slut.
Pain mixed with pleasure in a delicious combination that sent him spiraling when you didn’t stop. The long drag of your cock taking against his abused walls, pressing against his sweet spot with relentless pressure.
“Ah ah! St-stop! Pl’ease!!” The words barely registered to him. All he could feel was the intense pleasure that kept washing over him in waves consuming him, pulling him under a hazy of pleasure and overstimulation.
Your hands on his body and lips agaisnt his skin sent warm sparks of pleasure, drowned out by each thrust.
He couldn’t keep going. He was too old for this. To be used recklessly, forced to come multiple times and toyed with.
But he couldn’t help the pleasure that came with it. His cock laid soft agaisnt his stomach, even with his stamina depleted, the dizzying pleasure and pain, that forced his cock to harden to half mast.
Your hot thick cock stretching out his hole like a fuck toy. Legs forced up held in a bruising grip. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh punctuated with the lewd slick of lube making the glide of your cock easier, driving him crazy.
He doesn’t even remember when he passed out. All he remembers is being manhandled into a different position. Thighs raised up and hip canted out, and the sting of your teeth that forced a keening whine out his throat.
And then your hand a tight firm grip wrapped around the base of his cock. The callous of your palm from years of handling weapons tugging against the over sensitive skin, the veins throbbing warm against your palm.
His eyes squeezed shut like he could hide form the humiliation. Moans forced out his throat, from the dual sensation of being used and jerked off.
“F-fuckkk! St’p!” He begged hands wrapped around your shoulder to hold on. Nails dug into your skin. It felt so good. Too good, your hand jerking his cock at a slow pace. brutal pace of your hips thrusting against his.
There was no relief, not a thought in his head. Only you, your cock molding his hole to fit it, marks that burned on his skin with shame and the way you kept him in place.
He couldn’t cum. He couldn’t keep up to you. You just took and took and all he could do was beg and give.
“Who do you like better now, boss?” You purred low and gravely into his ear pounding into his ass.
He could barely think about your question, fucked to incoherency. He winched and let out a whine when your hand pressed tighter around his cock at his non-response.
“Answer me, boss.” Your mouth teased his earlobe. Teeth scraping against it and the sensitive spot behind it. “Who do you like better? That bloodhound of yours? Or me?”
Ah. Is that why you were punishing him?
In the back of his mind, where he still had a bit of his sanity, he knew who you were talking about.
A new recruit who’d risen up the ranks fast. Bloodthirsty, ruthless and loyal, the perfect person to hold close and use.
Were you mad that people had been gossiping about him being better than you? That he had a new favorite?
He meant nothing to him. You were his everything. He was obsessed with you. Why else would he let you do this to him? Manhandle and use him like a cheap whore?
He reached up with a shaky hand to touch your cheek. You tilted your head and kissed his palm, obedient on the surface but your eyes on him were feral and dark.
“Y-y’u,” he slurred. He could barely function. His tongue heavy and eyes half lidded but the insistent heat in his stomach and your dumb thick cock refused to let him drift off. “Mmn… no’n… but y’u..”
Your lips curled into a smile that had more sharp teeth than anything. Your pace sped back up as heat builds up more nearing your climax. “That’s right. Only I can make you feel like this.”
As you thrusted in deeper and spilled into his ruined hole. He was beyond gone.
He couldn’t think anymore. Cock weakly twitching when he ejaculated again, watery cum forced out the angry tip. Barely a few drops, his cock was flushed a heated red and soft against his navel. His vision flickering to black again.
What more could he want with you here?
You were all he needed, and he was everything you needed. If making you jealous and possessive was what it took to make you admit it, he’d play dirty without a shred of guilt.
The small Earth Kingdom village was still recovering from the storm. You and Aang had stopped to help, and the work quickly turned intense under the blazing sun. While Aang used his airbending to move lighter debris and help rebuild rooftops, you handled the heaviest labor — hauling thick wooden beams, carrying supplies, and lifting whatever the villagers needed.
You had taken your shirt off hours ago. Sweat rolled down your chest and back as your biceps and shoulders flexed powerfully with every lift. The way your muscles shifted and bulged under the sunlight was impossible to ignore.And Aang was down bad.He tried to focus on his tasks. He really, really tried.
But every few minutes his eyes would drift back to you. He’d stare at your arms, at the way your back muscles moved when you hoisted another heavy beam, at the sweat glistening on your skin.
His face would flush, his stomach would tighten, and he’d have to force himself to look away, biting his lip hard. Multiple times he nearly lost control of his airbending because his mind kept wandering to how those strong arms had pinned him down before. How good you felt inside him. How much he needed you.
He was completely whipped.
The Avatar, reduced to stealing desperate glances at his own boyfriend like a lovesick fool
.By the time the sun finally set and the grateful villagers gave you a small guest house for the night, Aang was barely holding it together. The second the door closed, he was on you — kissing you hungrily, hands roaming over your still-bare chest, whimpering softly against your mouth.Now the room was filled with the wet sound of skin slapping against skin and Aang’s broken, needy moans.
You had him pinned face-down on the thin mattress, your chest flush against his back as you fucked him with deep, brutal thrusts. One of your thick arms was locked tight around his neck in a firm headlock, your bicep pressed against the side of his throat, holding his head pulled back so you could feel every desperate gasp and whimper vibrate against your skin.
Aang was completely gone.His mind had melted hours ago. Gray eyes unfocused, tongue slightly out as he drooled against your forearm. Every punishing snap of your hips made his smaller body jolt forward. You were so deep inside him it felt like you were reaching his stomach, bottoming out so hard his legs wouldn’t stop shaking.You’d already fucked two loads into him.
The filthy, wet squelch of your cock plunging through your cum echoed loudly with every thrust, forcing it even deeper into his sloppy, wrecked hole. His walls fluttered and clenched desperately around you, oversensitive but still greedily sucking you back in.
“Gonna fill you up again,” you growled against his ear, grinding your cock deep inside him. “Pump you so full you’re swollen with it.”Aang couldn’t speak anymore. Only broken, pathetic whimpers escaped him. His cock was trapped beneath him, twitching and leaking nonstop even though he’d already come untouched twice.
Every time you slammed into that perfect spot, his whole body shuddered violently, hole clenching hard like he was trying to pull you even deeper.You tightened the headlock just a little more, possessive and firm, and started railing him harder, faster. He was exactky where he wanted to be.
Aang’s lithe body was limp and pliant under you, completely yielding, taking everything you gave him like the desperate, whipped boy he was.His blue arrow tattoos began glowing — soft light spreading across his forehead, arms, legs, and down his spine.
The blue flared brighter with every deep thrust.Aang came again with a choked, airy cry, his cock pulsing hard beneath him as he spilled messily onto the sheets.
His walls clamped down violently around you, spasming wildly while all of his tattoos lit up with brilliant blue-white light, glowing intensely as pleasure wrecked him completely.
You kept thrusting through it, chasing your own release, ready to fill him even more.
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease write about Trey with a reader who's gotten into trouble with Riddle (he has NO respect for the law, much less for whatever silly rules Riddle can come up with) and is blowing off steam using Trey🙏I will sell my soul to you as payment
a/n: keep your soul, you need it for coming up with more BANGER ideas for me to write ദ്ദി (｡•̀ᴗ-)
tags: male reader, rough sex, trey uses the nickname "sweetheart"
Honestly this was better for everyone involved. Focusing your restless energy onto fucking Trey instead of ranting for two hours was the perfect arrangement.
Trey was sprawled across the table, his cheek pushing against the wood with every harsh thrust. He wasn't even fully undressed, his dress shirt messily rode up to partially show his toned back. Earlier, he had insisted on taking off and even folding his clothes! Honestly, after dealing with Riddle all day, that just riled you up even more.
With a particularly harsh thrust into him, he let out a strangled gasp so pretty it made you want to make him cry.
"You're right, this really is the perfect way to relive some stress.. Mmh.."
You bent down to speak riiight against Trey's ear, pressing your body flush against his back. That movement pushed you even deeper into him, a making a filthy, wet sound. A deep groan leaves his swollen lips, and you swear you could hear a "please!" in the middle of it. Unfortunately he bit it back at the very last second. Honestly, you're surprised that he still has the mind to try to muffle himself.
"Come on.. What were you saying? Don't you dare try to hold back, I swear I've had enough of doing that today-!" you said, a weird mix of the day's irritation and the night's lust evident in your voice.
Trey still didn't reply, panting with an open mouth. Maybe he was too fucked out to even remember what he said, but that's fine. You'll get him begging by the end of the night. If Riddle has some stupid rule about not fucking the vice head in the comfort of your own home, then so be it. Fuck, let him hear, poor Riddle might get as red as his hair.
Okay, fine, you were being dramatic. Though can anyone really blame you for thinking unclearly while deep inside your boyfriend?
Said boyfriend is shaking like a leaf, one hand gripping the side of the table as you pound him with all the strength you have. Your pace was almost frantic, making the both of you jerk in pleasure. Green hair flying everywhere, he looked the most disheveled you've ever seen him. God, he was just so cute, it was making you dizzy.
His insides spasmed around you, pushing a grunt out of you. "Trey.. Aahn.. you're really enjoying this aren't you? Didn't think a sweet and plain guy like you liked to be treated rough and gentle.."
"Please-!" He wheezed, riled up more by your words,. "Sweetheart, its- so m-much, so much-!"
Smiling a little, you crooned, "I never thought you'd sound so good begging.. You should do it more often."
Going a bit slower, your cock buried in him fully, and he turned his head a little more so you could see. They were tightly shut before,. But when he opened them, the rims of his eyes were a little red, like he'd been crying. How adorable. (to edit pacing of this part)
Reaching forward, you grabbed his hand that was gripping the table. "Shhh you're doing really well, taking me.."
With striking contrast to the earlier bruising roughness, you tangled your fingers with his, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.
"Just a little more, okay Trey? I know you can take it.."
arguing with Clark always turns into being fucked dumb
arguing with clark always ends with you flat on your back, knees shoved to your ears, your tiny hole stretched raw around his fat cock.
it starts with something stupid, something silly—snapping over the laundry, a roll of your eyes—and then his patience burns out. one second you’re mouthing off, the next he’s slamming into you, burying himself so deep your stomach aches.
your sharp words dissolve into shaky whimpers, drool slipping down your chin as your eyes roll back, nails clawing at his shoulders. every thrust makes your belly bulge with the sheer size of him, his cock visibly pressing up against your soft skin as he drives harder, deeper, chasing the way you squeal when you feel it. “look at that, sweetheart,” he growls, pressing a big palm to your middle, forcing you to feel every inch inside you. “that’s how far your mouth got you.”
I don’t know if you write this kinda stuff. if not just ignore it.
So can I racquet a Bucky x reader where Bucky pushes a toy inside the reader for an intire day, because reader always goes to rough with Bucky and Bucky finally decided to show him how it felt. So reader would start to be more gentle with him. Reader protests the whole time but Bucky makes him do it anyway.
How I feel
Warning. 18+. Mature content. Top to Sub Top Male Reader. Sub to Top Sub character. Top Sub Bucky Barnes. Kinda short. Rough sex. Spanking. Use of "Good boy". Mention of lingerie but there's actually none. Use of sexual toys (vibrator).
Top Sub Bucky Barnes x Sub Top Male Reader
Night activities had always different meanings for many people. Clubbing, going out to eat, stay home and watch TV, follow your series on Netflix, go to sleep early, etc. Among them, it was also included sex. Sex at night is quite typical. You have hookups, you have passionate sex with the person you love, BDSM for adventurous people, the first time for a virgin couple, and of course, the wild sex.
You were a big fan of "wild sex". You loved going rough, go fast and hard to make your partner moan loud and make them cum fast. Shoving your cock inside Bucky and pounding him until he'd turn into a sobbing mess always brought you so high in pleausre.
Bucky, on the other hand, wasn't really fond of it.
"Ah! Ah! Ahn! Shiiit Y/n sl-oo-ow doowwnn..." Bucky couldn't keep his eyes open, it wasn't possible with the way you went so hard and so fucking deep.
The words weren't registered in your mind, too focused on the way he was feeling around your girth. You had a fistul of his soaked brown hair in your hand, pulling him back as you kept pounding him like a dog in heat. You didn't even realize how Bucky was drooling on the pillow, how his eyes crossed and rolled to the back of his head.
"Hmmm, that's a nice ass you've got here," you groaned and spanked his plump ass harshly, leaving a red mark on his pale skin.
Bucky yelped at the pain, but he couldn't protest as he was immediately shoved face down on the pillow, muffling his loud moans, forcing him to bite the fabric. He moaned, borderline screamed as he came for the third time in a row, his load of cum joining the wet mess he had left on the sheets of the bed right under him.
A flood of cum invaded his insides once again, the drooling mess of hot, sticky cum down his thighs created a second pool of mess on the sheets.
"So full..sho full...no more..." the blue eyed man panted, not being able to move from exhaustion.
You smiled and leaned down on him, your chest on his sweaty back. "You're so adorable." Bucky whined as he felt your lips on his neck, relieved to receive some gentle love instead of all that roughness from before. "Alright, we're taking a pause. You make me so horny."Silence took over the moment, and shortly later, soft snorings could be heard. You fell asleep on top of him, still buried deep inside. Bucky rolled his eyes, this wasn't the first time you went rough on him in sex, you two had talked about it, but you don't seem to know your own strength.
He had to do something about this, his ass wasn't willing to pay the price. That was until an idea came to his mind, might be a little cruel, but you kind of deserve it.
After some hours of good sleep, you yawned and stretched in bed awake, and noticed the absence of a warm body by your side. When did Bucky leave the bed?
"Hmm, baby?" you called, but then you noticed something uncomfortable inside of you.
You went to reach for the strange object with your hand, but stopped once you felt a slap on the back of it, followed by a "Nuh-uh," from your boyfriend. Confused, but feeling a little playful, you turned to look at Bucky, who was sitting at the end of the bed, staring at you with a playful smirk.
"What?" you asked, amused. "What did you do?"
He didn't answer right away, he laid down by your side and smiled at you innocently, before finally saying, "I'm teaching you a lesson."
"Hu-?" You gasped once you felt strong vibrations hitting every spot inside you. Your hands turned into fists, grabbing the sheets of the bed, while your mouth hung open in a silent moan. The intense vibrations came to an end. Wide eyed, you stared at your boyfriend, almost in horror. "What the fuck was that?"
Bucky kissed the tip of your nose before sitting on the bed and showing you the small remote he was holding in his hand. "That's the introduction to Don't be too rough in sex with me 101."
When he left the bed, you quickly got out of the beds, though not without groaning from the still unusual sensation inside you. It was a big vibrator, you could tell. Once again, you tried to reach for it and removed, but Bucky noticed your intentions and turned the device on, releasing the intense vibrations once more.
"Agh! Fuck! Stop!"
"I'm sorry, love, but you're going to keep it for the whole day." His words landed on you like some terrible news, you were about to protest, but Bucky didn't give you the chance. "I'm not listening to any "but"s, I told you to be more gentle, didn't I?"
"I'm sorry! Okay? I'll be more gentle next time!"
Bucky rolled his eyes. "You said the same thing the last two times, and you still didn't listen. Babe, I fear the only way for you to learn is through experience." Again, you were about to protest, and Bucky turned the device on, making you curse outloud. "Now let's go have breakfast, you're going to be a good boy and you're going to keep that toy inside you the whole day as intended, okay? Okay. My ass still hurts from yesterday, by the way."
You weren't given another choice, so you followed him. It was pointless to debate agaisnt Bucky, he would just turn the device on at God knows what intensity, but fuck, it was too much. You could only hope and wait for the day to end quickly.
The day wasn't ending quickly, as you would have hoped to do. In fact, it went slow, painfully slow.
"Nghh! Ah! Haaa... haa.. Bucky come on!" You were trying to focus on some paperwork you had to do, but Bucky wouldn't stop turning that damn thing on and off without any heads up.
Bucky, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Now he understood why you liked making him moan loud, it's a beautiful melody.
"Sorry babe, I can't help it, just like you can't help it but going too hard on me." Gosh, this was the best idea he got in a while.
You just gave him a glare, before biting your lip as the vibrations came back. Your body seemed to enjoy it though, your pants felt tight due to the obvious erection trapped under that zipper of yours.
The brunette man approached you and stood up behind you before grabbing your shoulders to start a deep massage. "If you keep that toy inside until, let's say, 8 pm, I'll wear lingerie tonight... and let you fuck me in it." Your cock loved that idea from the way it was throbbing hard inside your pants, and you won't lie about it, you also loved it. Couldn't help but imagine Bucky in a fine lingerie, and that was enough motivation.
"Alright, I'll do it. But promise you'll do it."
Bucky smiled and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "I promise.
A pleased sigh left your lips, before you gasped at another intense wave of vibrations running in your fucking ass. You glared at Bucky when he chuckled, amused by your reaction. "I love you, but right now I'm hating you a little bit."
Bucky in lingerie, moaning, taking your cock good; that's your motivation. You kept repeating it in your head like a mantra through the numerous vibrations sent by that thing made in hell.
As you kept typing on your laptop, Bucky just went to sit down on one of the couches in your home office. He stared at you with that little cocky smile that you wanted to wipe off of his beautiful, perfect face. You look cute flustered, he thought, before turning the device on, causing you to jump on your chair.
"Shhhit!"
Bucky laughed quietly, and you just showed him the middle finger.
It got harder at some point, you couldn't stop clenching around the device that was playing with your sanity. It got harder to breathe, it got blurry in your mind, but you could feel how at any moment you were about to cum.
"Ah! Ahh..." Another wave, you gribbed the edge of the table hard until your knuckles turned white. "Please... love..."
"Remember the reward, love," he reminded you calmly, but it was just too hard.
"At.. at least lower the le-ah!" You punched the surface of the table. "This isn't fun, Bucky!"
"Do you think I like having my ass hurting all morning?"
Another fucking wave, and you couldn't take it anymore, you bit your fist hard as you came inside your pants, how humiliating.
Bucky raised an eyebrow, curious to know why you got all silent, and then he realized what was happening. "Did you just cum in your pants?"
"No, James, I just fell asleep with a damn vibrator up my damn ass." Despite your angry and annoyed tone, Bucky just laughed and clapped his hands together, which just made you even more annoyed. "That's fucking it, I'm taking it out."
"But the reward-"
"To hell with the God forsaken reward!" You removed your zippers and shoved your pants down at the level of your knees, there was a dark spot on your boxers and inside your pants.
Before you reached for your boxers, two strong hands went to hold your wrists back. "Y/n, there's still four hours left, you can do it."
You shook your head. "Bold of you to believe I'm as strong as you."
"Well, this is a lesson for you to realize how I feel when you're not gentle with me, glad to see you're learning." You scoffed. "I'm sorry love, I cannot let you remove it." There was no way you were taking four more hours of this torture, you tried to remove your boxers again, but Bucky turned the device on before you could even touch the fabric.
"Fuck! Fuck I hate this Bucky!!" There were some little tears in the corner of your eyes, mainly out of pure frustration.
Bucky kneeled down between your knees, still staring up at you. "Look, I'm going to release your hands, but you need to keep them by your sides, okay? Meanwhile, how about I give you head to distract you from the device? Does that sound good?"
It would have sounded good if it weren't from how frustrated and weak you felt. "I don't want no damn head, Bucky, I just want to be at peace."
Your boyfriend sighed and shook his head. "Again babe, this is for you to learn-"
"I'm sorry I went rough on you, I'm sorry, okay?! Can you- ngh! Can you please...?" Now not only frustration could be heard in your voice, you were at the very edge of breaking.
Bucky's hands started to caress your thighs. "Love..."
You sat straight and held Bucky's head between your hands while smiling down at him with annoyance, frustration, and desperation. "Bucky, love of life, my sun, my treasure, my everything, if you don't remove that damned thing out of my butt, you better bet your vibranium arm I'm going to leave for a whole month and stay at Peter's appartment."
The way his smile quickly faded brought you some exquisite satisfaction, it was obvious he was now considering his options.
"You do realize that the consequences will be worse if you go rough again on me, right?"
"Yes, yes, I know. I promise I'll be gentle, but please just remove it already."
Your boxers were lowered down, exposing your now soft cock covered in your own cum. You opened your legs, showing your puffy entrance clearly stuffed by a large devide. Bucky playfully sent another wave, to which you arched your back before giving an angered glare at your boyfrined. He just chuckled before finally reaching out for the toy and slowly removing it from inside you.
"Hmm... haaa..." Emptiness came to you once it was finally removed, and then, you just felt more comfortable, more at ease and relieved. "Thanks babe..." you said quietly.
Bucky hummed and stood up, leaving the toy on the table. "Be careful next time, love."
"Mhm..."
It's been two days since that harsh lesson, two days, and you two still didn't have sex. It wasn't Bucky's choice though, it was yours.
Bucky stared at you in bed, laying down on one side by supporting himself on his elbow. He was confused, why didn't you ask to have sex with him already? "Babe," he called.
"Hmm?" You were facing away from him, giving him your back, pretending to be asleep under the covers.
"When are we going to have sex? You know, because I thought you'd be excited to do it."
Usually you're the one to always ask for sex, and whenever Bucky offered you, you'd always accept. It was like a crime for you to refuse. But things seemed to be different this time.
"Hmm, maybe when I stop being petty," you answered with a sleepy voice.
Bucky frowned at the answer. What? "But... you're always petty."
"I know."
Fuck.
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As you may have noticed, I'm doing 1 Request, 1 Original, and so on.
nagi has you in a desperate mating press, fingernails digging into the flesh of your waist so deeply it hurts. his dick plunges in and out of your sopping cunt at a steady tempo, but god was he about to go dumb from the sheer sight of your pretty pussy—spread out so perfectly for him to ruin. your brain is so scrambled that all you can do is let out lewd cries of, "..please, sei!" and "hnnn! need you s'bad.."
he eyes the growing bulge in your stomach and presses down on it. "see, that's me right there." you slowly lift your head up to see the little slope in your abdomen, watching it disappear every time he pulls out just to see it reappear again once he slips his dick back inside. "so deep inside you, princess.. think you can—haah!—take more?"
"s-sei, you're so big!" you whine. all he can focus on is the sheer pleasure resonating through his cock. "shit—haah! y'taking my cock so well.." he moves your thighs aside to see what kind of expression you had on your face, only to be met with the most fucked-out expression tainting your features. he grabs your legs, pushing them forward until your toes point to the ceiling.
"you gonna take it all, angel? y'gonna be brave for me, yeah? oh, you're gonna be sooo brave for me.." he coos softly, completely contrasting the fact that he was quite literally folding you in half. "a-ah! sei.. y'too big, i can't do it!" you squirm, earning a hard slap to your ass. he pushes your legs down so hard it feels like your spine is about to break. "yes" thrust. "you" thrust. "can." thrust.
you're reduced to nothing but a whiny, overstimulated mess as his fat cock drills into you even deeper. "o-okay, mmh! i'll be good for you.. please, please, 'jus fill me up already, sei!" you cry out with tear-stained cheeks. nagi's grinding and thrusting into you so roughly your pussy starts taking the shape of his cock. every vein, every ridge. he wants it indented inside of you to mark you as his, and his only. your legs ache at the ferocity of his movements. "seishiro! 'm close haah! i'm gonna cum!"
his rhythm increases tenfold as he continues pounding into you with no mercy. "thaaat's it.. that's my brave girl." he lands a chaste kiss onto your lips, maintaining a steady pace. "mmh—angel, i'm gonna cum inside you okay? haah! shit.. you're gonna take it all.." he whispers, feeling his orgasm approaching fast. "good girl, just like that.." nagi's cock bruises your cervix one last time, and with a loud grunt, he finally cums inside of you.
"cumming, 'm cumming! hnnn! ..seishiro!" your eyes roll into the back of your skull as a familiar warmth fills your senses. his dick throbs within the confines of your pussy and his filthy semen starts to leak out the sides of your greedy cunt. he doesn't pull out, no—not yet. nagi brings a hand up to press on your stomach again, feeling himself. "you did so good for me, y'know that?" he praises, gently rubbing your tummy in slow circles as he admires his handiwork. "the bravest."
sae fucking his pretty girl until she cant stop squirting!
tw: cnc
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youre folded in half like a lawn chair. your ankles are to your ears while sae roughly pounds into you. youre wide open, vulnerable, and stretched out for him. his hands are on your calves, pushing them up towards your head. you cant remember how many times you've came. even when you say its too much, he wont stop! it makes it even worse that you cant stop gushing all over him, coating his thighs and abdomen with your juices.
"ah! f-fuck! s'too muchh saeee!!" you squeal, your whole body trembling under him. he stops holding your legs down with his hands, his body caging you in. he grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him, still brutally pounding into you.
"you can take it." he says sternly, not letting up with his rapid thrusts. you feel your cunt spasming around him for the umpteenth time. you can hear your cunt squelching, making filthy noises with each brutal thrust of his hips.
"hear that? she doesnt want me to stop. your mouth says one thing but your pretty cunt says another." he grabs a fistful of hair and yanks your head back, giving him more access to your mouth. his lips land on yours and he swallows your moans with a hungry kiss. you try to push him away— placing your hands over his chest, but he just wont stop! sae can tell youre about to cum with the way your back arches against the mattress, your nails digging crescent moons into his back, and your whole body squirming underneath him.
"s'too muchhh! c-cant anymoree! get— ah! off!" you manage to scream out in between moans. his hands go to the back of your thighs, still stretched out for him, and tightly grip onto the soft flesh there, using that as a leverage to drive even faster into you now.
"no. youre gonna cum for me, i dont care if its too much." he says firmly, and thats all it takes for you to gush all over him. your legs shake and your toes are curling. you shake your head side to side, trying to get him to stop, but he keeps going. you scratch at his back, leaving red marks in their wake that will for sure scar later. you coat his abs and thighs in your juices again for the millionth time this night. his pace doesnt falter, and he brutally fucks you through your orgasm. you cant do anything but lay limp and let him use you until hes satisfied with how many times youve came. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
Warnings: smut, overstimulation (duh), slightly dom and dark Dwayne, references to him doing typical vampire stuff
Word count: under 200 words
"Dwayne, I-I can't!"
"Quiet," he ordered, immediately reattaching his mouth to your clit and spreading your legs even more, his nails digging into your thighs.
He had already made you cum twice, and he gave no sign of stopping or slowing down.
You were a sweaty and whimpering mess. Tears had started to fall down your cheeks. Your legs were trembling. And whenever you tried to wiggle away, he'd increase his grip and pace.
"I can't cum again!"
"You can, and you will, little human. No matter how long it takes," he said, releasing you with a popping sound, only for a few seconds, and locking his dark eyes into yours. "You should know by now..." he smirked and used his vampire mind control to show you flashbacks of the night you met, when he killed everyone else but you at the bonfire on the beach, draining every single body. "I always finish my meals."
sae fucking his pretty girl until she cant stop squirting!
tw: cnc
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youre folded in half like a lawn chair. your ankles are to your ears while sae roughly pounds into you. youre wide open, vulnerable, and stretched out for him. his hands are on your calves, pushing them up towards your head. you cant remember how many times you've came. even when you say its too much, he wont stop! it makes it even worse that you cant stop gushing all over him, coating his thighs and abdomen with your juices.
"ah! f-fuck! s'too muchh saeee!!" you squeal, your whole body trembling under him. he stops holding your legs down with his hands, his body caging you in. he grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him, still brutally pounding into you.
"you can take it." he says sternly, not letting up with his rapid thrusts. you feel your cunt spasming around him for the umpteenth time. you can hear your cunt squelching, making filthy noises with each brutal thrust of his hips.
"hear that? she doesnt want me to stop. your mouth says one thing but your pretty cunt says another." he grabs a fistful of hair and yanks your head back, giving him more access to your mouth. his lips land on yours and he swallows your moans with a hungry kiss. you try to push him away— placing your hands over his chest, but he just wont stop! sae can tell youre about to cum with the way your back arches against the mattress, your nails digging crescent moons into his back, and your whole body squirming underneath him.
"s'too muchhh! c-cant anymoree! get— ah! off!" you manage to scream out in between moans. his hands go to the back of your thighs, still stretched out for him, and tightly grip onto the soft flesh there, using that as a leverage to drive even faster into you now.
"no. youre gonna cum for me, i dont care if its too much." he says firmly, and thats all it takes for you to gush all over him. your legs shake and your toes are curling. you shake your head side to side, trying to get him to stop, but he keeps going. you scratch at his back, leaving red marks in their wake that will for sure scar later. you coat his abs and thighs in your juices again for the millionth time this night. his pace doesnt falter, and he brutally fucks you through your orgasm. you cant do anything but lay limp and let him use you until hes satisfied with how many times youve came. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
LISTEN. SUB!RIN CRYING AND OVERSTIMULATED BEGGING TO STOP DOM!READER TELLS THEM TO SAY IT LOUDLY AND DOM!READER FUCKS THEM INTO OBLIVION SO THEY JUST STUTTRR AND MOAN🤤🤤 (If this made you uncomfortable please ignore😿😿)
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆Whiny and pathetic 18+
Rin Itoshi x Male!Reader | wc : 0.8k
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Rin always carries himself like he’s above everyone around him, only you get to see how he really is.
tags : sub!bottom!rin, dom!top!reader, aged up character, degradation, overstimulation, dacryfilia, subspace, lowkey mean!reader, implied that you two have a safeword.
a/n : I AM LISTENING🙏🙂↕️I love sub rin so much it’s insane. Neverrr be uncomfortable to request smth, im a perv so I’ll prolly like it. This was written QUICK I couldn’t stop.
𑣲Rin was definitely not someone you had ever thought would enjoy losing control. The pro player— Rin Itoshi. Who always kept his head up high, who always seemed laser focused and calculated? Nothing could have prepared you for how he acted in bed.
You capped the sharpie and placed it down next to Rins shaking form. The little black line you drew on his inner thigh stood out again his skin, adding another one to the two others beside it.
Rin whined something unintelligible, trying to pull himself off your cock.
“What was that baby?” You leaned down to his face slightly, grabbing his hips to keep him still, “you’ll have to speak up, Rin.”
“Please, no. No m-more—,” he tried to mumbled out, you cut him off with a sharp snap of your hips, thrusting roughly into him again. “Fuck! [Name] please, I can’t— stop-”
He threw his head back, eyes blown out wide. Rin choked on another moan as your cock brushes against his sensitive walls.
You tsked, “You know the magic word, Rin. Say it and we can stop.”
Rin didn’t answer you, he was too consumed by the feeling of his prostate being rammed again. Tears welled up in his eyes and slipped down over his reddened cheeks.
He looked truly beautiful like this, a completely broken down, crying mess on your cock. You leaned down to kiss his neck, lapping and biting at the soft skin as you slammed into him, drawing out the prettiest sobs you’ve ever heard.
He whined feeling his length fill out again, he was so sensitive from the last two orgasms already, his cock only got half-hard.
“Oh, you poor thing,” You breathed against his skin, “See Rin? Your body needs this. Already hard for me again like the slut you are.”
You pulled off his neck, satisfied with the small amount of hickeys you’ve left.
Rin looked so out of it. His hair, sweaty and sticking to his face, his cheeks red and wet with small tear drops. His teal eyes wobbly and far away. You brushed your fingers against his chin, rubbing off the spit that had dripped down.
“You look so pathetic, Rin.” You grabbed his legs, lifting them up and over your shoulders, “I should take a picture of you like this.”
Slick wet sounds filled the room as you started roughly pounded into him, the previous amount of lube and cum helping you slide in and out. You used one hand to pin his wrists above his head, and the other to hold him in place.
Rin yelped, his hands useless as you held them above his head. His tongue lolled out over his bottom teeth, mind going completely blank at every harsh thrust against the ball of nerves deep within his core.
He was a broken slew of your name, whimpering it over and over between his throaty moans.
“Louder.” You growled. Rin peered up at you, letting out a confused noise. Your spare hand came off his hip and roughly grabbed his face, “Moan my name louder, scream it.”
Rin couldn’t help the fresh tears that fell down at your words, he hiccuped over himself, “Please- please, [Name]—Stop. s-stop, I can’t come any—more. [Name] please—”
Your hand gripped tighter, “Louder.”
Rin gasped when you let go of his face, immediately going to fist his spent erection. You pumped over his half hard cock, relishing in the cries he let out.
“Fuck— [Name]! Ple— shit, please!”
“That’s better. Keep going.” You timed your thrusts with when your hand pumped over his length, “I want the neighbors to hear how much of a whore you are for me.”
Rin couldn’t stop shaking, twitching and gasping out your name, louder and louder. You could tell he was close, his broken pleas getting harder to make out in between his cries. He was always such a pretty crier.
Rins whole body tensed as his orgasm ripped through him, his back arching off the bed. He practically screamed your name out as he came, coating his and your stomach.
He shuttered helplessly as he came down from his high, drooling all over himself. You hummed pleasantly, letting his legs fall off your shoulders and letting go of his wrists.
He whined, arms shaking and grabbing at you. You chuckled at his silent plea and placed a sweet kiss on his spit covered lips.
His whole body went limp against the bed as you grabbed the sharpie again, drawing yet another line on his thigh. That was four now.
“Wow Rin, four in a row. That’s a new record.” He groaned at the cold marker pressing into his skin. “Think we can go for five?”
Rin just gave you the most pitiful look you’ve ever seen, “No.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Ugh.” He tried scowling at you, but he was too tired, “…soccer ball.”
You wiped at the wetness under his eyes, “Thereee it is.”
The bedroom is dim, the only light coming from the streetlamp bleeding through the half-closed blinds.
Mark is sprawled face-down on your bed, ass raised high, his back arched in a way all he could manage while you rail him from behind with deep, unrelenting strokes.
His dark hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, strands sticking to his flushed skin. His hands gave out minutes ago — fingers weakly clutching the sheets as his arms tremble and collapse under him. All he can do now is take it, cheek pressed into the pillow, mouth open as broken sounds spill out with every thrust.
It started when he got back from space.He’d looked at you with bright eyes and that cocky grin, new power still buzzing through his veins, and bragged, “I can take you now. All of you. Don’t hold back this time.”
Shit wasn't sweet. You hadn’t held back. Your thick cock is buried so deep inside him that he was sure you’re rearranging his guts. Every brutal snap of your hips stretches his hole wide, the wet, filthy plap-plap-plap of skin on skin filling the quiet room.
His hole is puffy and sloppy, leaking around your cock as you pound into him without mercy.Each time the head of your dick drags across his prostate, Mark lets out a sound that starts as an embarrassing whimper and quickly turns into a loud, desperate moan.“F-fuck—!” he cries into the pillow, voice cracking and raw. “It’s too much— shit, it’s too fucking much—!”
You don’t slow down. You lean over his back, chest pressed against his sweat-slick skin, and sink your teeth into the back of his neck. Mark gasps sharply, hole clenching tight around you.
You grab a fistful of his damp hair and yank his head back just enough to growl against his ear.“What’s wrong, Mark?” you pant, hips still slamming forward in short, punishing strokes. “Thought you said you could take it. After all you’re…"
smut. top male reader x male chara (imagine whoever you want!)
found this in my notes and I'm posting it to fill space. this is old kinda corny writing
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"w-wait, shit! slow- slow do- ah!" you didn't slow your pace, didn't calm your thrusts. I mean, he'd been so mean! it was only fair that you get your revenge. that revenge being fucking the shit out of him in a cramped closet at a party.
you pulled him back against your chest, wrapping an arm around his neck in a headlock. he let out a loud moan and arched against you, only grinding his ass further onto your cock. "fuck, chill o-out. Where'd that- shit- cocky fuckin' personality go?" you grunted, slowing your hips to a lazy grind. Your grip on his neck loosened. just enough so he could speak.
"you- why'd you stop!?" he whined, trying to gain some friction on your dick. "not fair.."
you laughed, dropping him and letting him fall back against the wall. "not fair? Come on, I thought you hated me. now you're humping my dick like a whore... funny." you sighed, pulling back until just the tip of your dick was in his hole. he took a breath to make a retort. "finally done fucking me with your microdi- holy shit!!"
you thrusted into the hilt, slamming your hips against him so hard he was screaming. yeah, the entire party knew. he was clawing at the walls and drooling, acting like a rabbit in heat.
it was just supposed to be seven minutes in heaven. a stupid game your bully had dragged you into, because you were the loser. oh, yeah, your bully was the one crying on your dick as of now ! when you'd ended up together, he'd tried to get you to suck his dick, until you turned him around and showed him what heaven looked like.
he actually thought he was ascending. he turned his head to look at you, but the darkness and his dizziness made it hard to see. he weakly moaned your name. "please..."
your grip on his hips tightened, leaning down to smash your lips against his. his tongue immediately found its way into your mouth. You bit it and he yelped, only to push harder against you. "you're gonna kill me..." you mumured when you pulled away to breathe. you felt the knot building in your stomach, speeding your thrusts up. he felt it too, by the way he grinded back against you.
"c-coming!" he cried, white ropes of cum spurting from his dick. you continued to slam into him until you felt your own orgasm hit, head falling back as you filled him with your seed.
you pulled out, and he fell onto his knees with a whimper. you crouched down, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "am I still a loser to you?"
you stood again, pulling your clothes back on and leaving him in the closet. when you walked out, the other players of the game were gone. well, you'd been in that closet way longer than seven minutes...
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all writing belongs to @spookess . do not steal or feed to ai ! or I will eat your guts !!
