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hii i don’t know if you accept requests or not but if you do could you please with a cherry on top write bro santa + brat taming i would literally give you my kidneys lol + the way you write the characters is so good you’re my fav writer <33

To Tame a Brat Pt. 2 (Bro Santa, Tamsy, & Zodyl)

cw: brat taming obvi, blindfold, restraints, edging, pussy slapping, Tamsy being slightly evil as always, cockwarming, slight degradation, blowjobs/facefucking, hair pulling (I think that’s it?)

Bro: You knew if you weren’t around the other cleaners, Bro would’ve already had you over his lap for all the bratty shit you’ve pulled today. He would’ve had your ass spanked raw before kissing the tears away from your cheeks, but today was different, and you knew that. You knew he wouldn’t do anything in front of the others, very adamant about keeping your bedroom lives private, which was definitely fair, why does anyone else need to know about that besides the two of you?

The others had their suspicions though, especially Enjin and Semiu. They had a bet going to see who was the boss in the relationship. Enjin was convinced it was you, with the way Bro looked at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes, Enjin was sure you had him worshipping the ground you walked on. Semiu thought otherwise. She caught the way Bro’s fingers twitched anytime you made a smart remark or gave him a bratty smirk. You were trouble through and through, and Semiu was certain that Bro just kept calm for the sake of appearances. By the look on his face, Semiu was likely winning the bet tonight.

“Honey, I think it’s time we head to bed, yeah?” Bro spoke through clenched teeth, one hand gripping his cards tightly. He was really trying hard to keep his composure, but you were making it especially difficult with the way your hand was teasing him under the table, nails raking softly over his thigh, never daring to cross that line just yet.

“Nah, I’m good right here,” you hummed, pulse racing from the look he shot you. “It’d be rude to leave in the middle of a game.” Bro leaned close to your ear, whispering just low enough for only you to hear.

“Watch it.”

“Your turn, Santa,” Enjin smirked, shooting a confident glance towards Semiu. As Bro looked back down at his cards, your fingers traced up and down his inner thigh, finally landing on the bulge in his pants that had formed as a result of your teasing. No sooner than your hand had landed, Bro slammed his cards onto the table.

“You alright, Bro?” Semiu asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“We’re leaving,” he said calmly, your eyes widening at the feeling of his hand tightly gripping the back of your neck. “But not before someone apologizes.”

“For what?” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“For ruining our game,” Bro growled, fingers digging into the back of your neck just a little harder. A nearly silent whimper escaped you, but it was loud enough for Enjin and Semiu to hear it.

“‘M sorry,” you mumbled half-assedly, looking down at the ground with a pout.

“Aht aht- like you mean it.”

“‘M sorry for ruining your guys’ card game.” You could’ve sworn you heard Enjin’s jaw hit the ground and Semiu just chuckled softly.

“We can finish up tomorrow night, but tonight we’re done,” Bro said sternly, finally removing his grip on your neck and instead grabbing your arm, standing up, and pulling you up out of your chair. Once the two of you were out of the room, Semiu just held out her hand to Enjin, who slammed down a couple bills with a grumble.

Bro silently walked you down the hallway, steering you by the tight grasp on your arm towards your shared room.

“Bro I-”

“I really don’t wanna hear it right now, chulita. You had plenty of time to rethink your choices.”

“But I-” Bro pushed you into your room and quickly slammed the door closed, pinning you against it.

“I said I don’t want to hear it,” he growled, squishing the fat of your cheeks in his hand, forcing your lips into a pucker. “You had your chance, now, you listen. Got it?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, trying to play innocent. He raised a brow and you sighed. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes papi,” your cheeks burned as he forced you to keep eye contact with him, the name falling from your lips like the sweetest honey.

“Good girl. Now, undress and get on the bed.”

With a triumphant smirk, you slowly pulled your shirt off, never breaking eye contact with him before sliding your pants down your legs. Then, you crawled onto the bed, arching your back, knowing that you were ultimately going to get what you wanted.

“Nuh-uh, on your back,” he ordered, freezing you in place.

“Wait what?”

“You heard me.” With a huff, you rolled over onto your back and glared up at him as he removed his bandana. “Arms up.” You obeyed with another pout, letting him wrap the soft fabric around your wrists a few times before tying them to the headboard.

“Why can’t you just spank me?” You tugged at the bindings as Bro just smirked and rested a hand on your head, petting your hair softly.

“Because that’d be giving you exactly what you want,” he suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged back, forcing you to look up at him. “And bratty girls don’t ever get what they want, do they?”

“I dunno, I’ve gotten my way plenty of times,” you grinned, gasping as Bro tugged your hair harder.

“You and that smart fuckin’ mouth,” with his free hand, he traced his thumb over your lips, pulling your plump bottom lip down and letting it bounce back. “Think I should keep it busy with somethin’, don’t you?”

You nipped playfully at the pad of his thumb, then took the whole thing in your mouth, sucking on it as if it were his cock, and you could’ve sworn you heard a growl rumble through his chest.

“Such a fuckin’ tease,” Bro removed his thumb from your mouth much to your disappointment and went over to the dresser on the other side of the room. You watched his every move, taking note of how truly stern he seemed. When he returned to the bed, he was holding a strip of black fabric, which he tied around your head, completely blocking everything from sight.

“Bro…” you whined, squirming unhappily now that you couldn’t see your husband’s handsome face. A harsh slap landed on your bare thigh and you yelped, more in surprise than in pain. “‘M sorry, I meant Papi.”

“I don’t care what you meant, that was for whining. Good girls don’t whine. Good girls take their punishments without complaining,” Bro’s hand slid over the reddened skin, dangerously soft and you felt him lean closer to you. “So now, you’re gonna take it, yeah? Spread.”

You sucked in a deep breath and let your legs fall open, unsure of what this punishment was going to be, but your stomach twisted in excitement nonetheless. You flinched lightly as a thick finger traced over your panties, too soft to really feel any pleasure from it. You heard a soft chuckle from him as he rubbed you through the fabric.

“Already soakin’ through your panties, baby? I hardly touched you at all yet.”

“Papi, please… I need more,” you pleaded, hips bucking up into his touch. His palm came down hard on your clothed heat and you yelped, legs closing tightly around his wrist.

“Don’t tell me you’re already too dumb to remember,” he said, forcefully spreading your legs again and returning his feather-light movements. “It ain’t about your pleasure right now, chula. It’s about making sure you learn your lesson.”

“Are you ever gonna even take my underwear off?” His palm came down harder than before and you gasped, tugging at the restraints.

“If I hear another word out of you, you won’t be cumming for three weeks, and I’m really not in the mood to hear you complain about that. So shut. up.” He gave you two more spanks, each one causing a flood of arousal to drench your panties. Bro could tell you wanted to say something, but he watched as you bit your lip to hold it back, smirking to himself when he noticed the way your breathing became more rapid. He rubbed your pussy with a little more pressure and you exhaled shakily.

“Good girl,” Bro purred. “See? If you can behave, I can be nice.” Your hips twitched against your will and you whimpered.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry papi, I didn’t mean to!” You said hurriedly, stilling your hips. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice when he responded.

“That’s alright, baby. I know you just can’t help it,” he cooed sweetly, a confusing contradiction to how he’d been speaking to you just moments before. “Feels good?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good enough to cum?”

“Maybe,” you said breathily. Bro pressed harder and moved his fingers quicker, finding your clit perfectly even under the layer of fabric. “Yes! Yes, feels good!”

“Do you want to cum, baby?”

“Please!” You gasped, being thrown towards your climax quicker than you’d expected. “Please papi, I wanna cum!”

“Yeah?... Too bad,” suddenly he stopped and you cried out in protest.

“No! No, that’s not fair!”

“No, what’s not fair is you interrupting our card game with our friends,” Bro growled, pinning your legs to the bed so you couldn’t even seek any friction by rubbing your thighs together. “That’s not fair to anyone.”

“I’m sorry! I really am!”

“Hmm, I just don’t believe you yet, chulita,” he hummed. “How many times did I warn you about your behavior tonight?”

“I don’t know!” You pouted. How were you supposed to remember something like that in your current situation?

“Seven times. Since the card game started, to right now, I’ve warned you about something behavior-wise seven times. So…,” his hand returned to fiddle with the waistline of your panties and you shivered. “I’m going to bring you to that edge seven times, and if you take it all without being a brat, I’ll maybe consider letting you cum. That sound good, baby?”

Tamsy: Good girls don’t interrupt. Good girls don’t interrupt. Good girls don’t interrupt.

The written lines had begun to blur as the minutes passed by with the annoying ticking of the clock high on the wall. Your hand was cramping and you made the mistake of stopping for a brief moment to stretch it.

“Keep going, pet,” Tamsy purred from his spot beneath you, slender fingers digging into the plush flesh of your hips, gripping and squeezing your thighs like they were his own personal stress toys. “You still have quite a few lines to go.”

“Tamsy, please,” you whispered, squirming uncomfortably on his lap, his hard cock buried deep inside you, though completely still. “My hand hurts…”

“Hmmm, you say that like I care,” he hummed in that faux, polite tone he always had. You knew it was all for appearances, that he wasn’t that polite underneath it all, and yet you were still drawn to him, almost helplessly. He had somehow conditioned you to feel lost without him, without his touch, without his voice. Tamsy tricked you into loving him just as much as he loved you. “Keep going. Otherwise, I’ll remove you from my lap and you will go unsatisfied for much, much longer.”

With a whine, you focused back on the paper in front of you, shakily picking up the pen again and continuing.

Good girls don’t interrupt. Good girls don’t interrupt. Good girls don’t interrupt.

A moan was forced out of you when Tamsy adjusted his hips, rocking deeper into you for just a second. You gripped the edges of the desk, legs trembling at the ache that settled in your stomach.

“What’s the matter, angel?” You could practically hear him grinning as he spoke, clearly getting some twisted pleasure from seeing you so desperate.

“Y-you-” he bucked his hips up into you again, a pathetic whine escaping your throat.

“I what?”

“Y-you’re making it hard to c-concentrate,” you stammered, shivering at the way one of his hands slid up to your neck, squeezing delicately before tracing back down your body. Tamsy was more than aware of what he was doing, he knew he was making it difficult… as if the smug bastard was doing any of it by accident.

“Is that so?” Tamsy asked, resting his chin on your shoulder so that he could press a few quick kisses to your ear. He leaned even further forward and planted a kiss on your heated cheek.

“Please, I-I can’t,” you whimpered, head falling back onto his shoulder as your legs continued to shake.

“Yes, you can. You’ve only got seven more lines to go until your lesson is learned, pet. You don’t want to give up when you’re so close, do you?”

“No, no, I don’t,” you shook your head frantically and he laughed.

“Then finish. Keep your letters neat, otherwise you’ll have to redo all of it.”

With a quiet whine, you forced your attention back to the paper once again, taking extra care in making your letters neat as Tamsy had instructed. You dotted your i’s and crossed your t’s with the utmost precision, not daring to give him even a single thing to nitpick, though you still feared he would. After what felt like an eternity, you finished the final sentence, falling back against Tamsy with a relieved sigh, pen falling to the floor with a soft click.

“See, now that wasn’t so bad, was it, pet?” His hand stroked your hair, as if he were petting a cat and you couldn’t help but lean into it. “I suppose you’ve completed the first part of your punishment well enough.”

“First part?” You asked, eyes widening as you fought back a protest.

“You didn’t think just writing lines was going to be enough, did you? No… no, my sweet angel, we need to make sure it sticks,” your position was abruptly shifted, with you now bent over the desk as Tamsy began plowing into you. “You’re going to read every single line back to me while I fuck you. Only when you finish reading, will you be able to cum.”

Zodyl: If there were ever someone who could command a room with so much as a glance, it was Zodyl. An intense gaze and tightly-drawn lips were all it took to get you to fall to your knees, ready to beg for his forgiveness. The two of you were alone, somewhere private and away from prying eyes and ears, private enough for him to make you scream for him.

It was always funny how someone so quiet could find a soulmate in someone so talkative. Your voice was constantly running, spitting out words at 100 miles per hour and he just listened. It could be about the latest video game that dropped, or maybe the cute dog you passed on the street, and most of the time, Zodyl would just let you speak. However, when you started to get mouthy with him was when he would just shoot you a warning look. You’d complain about him not paying attention to you, or whine about his lack of affection, and if you really wanted to get under his skin, you’d huff about how he hasn’t made you cum in soooooo long. And that’s how you ended up where you were now.

On your knees in front of him, one hand stroking his cock lazily while the other kept a firm grip in your hair.

“Zodyl-” you whined, immediately getting cut off by a sharp tug of your hair.

“What did I say about speaking when spoken to?” He growled. “Any other time you are free to talk as much as you’d like, but when you’re on your knees for me, you are silent. The only sounds I want to hear are you gagging and moaning on my cock, understood?”

You nodded, mouth falling open just slightly as his tip brushed against your soft lips, your tongue darting out to taste the precum that had spilled.

“Such a desperate thing, aren’t you? Mouth open, just waiting for me,” his grip in your hair loosened as he stroked his thumb over your cheek, admiring the way you stared up at him with those lovely doe eyes. “Tongue out.”

You were quick to obey, sticking your tongue out and nearly moaning at the feeling of him slapping his hard length against it. Zodyl smirked down at you, not wanting to admit that just the sight of you could bring him so much pleasure. After teasing you for a short bit by just running the tip of his cock along your tongue, he finally slid further in, fingers tightening in your hair.

“That’s it, brat. Suck my cock… show me how sorry you are,” he let out a breathy groan, the feeling of your warm, wet mouth so eagerly swallowing him driving him wild. He began to rock his hips slowly, allowing you to get used to the feeling before letting loose. Your hands itched to grip his strong thighs, or to even pleasure yourself, but you know touching anything without his permission would only end in more punishment. You even noticed how he chose to stand between your thighs, so that you wouldn’t be able to press them together to relieve that ache. Your tongue flicked over the underside of his cock, knowing that he was more sensitive there, and he growled, pushing himself all the way down your throat, nose pressing against the patch of dark curls at the base. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you tried to regulate your breaths, throat tightening as you gagged around him. Suddenly, Zodyl pulled out of your mouth and forced you to meet his gaze.

“Take a deep breath, love,” he warned, watching as your chest heaved with the breaths you took. Without any further warning, he shoved his cock back into your mouth, thrusting at a faster pace than before as you continued to breathe through your nose, wanting nothing more than to be good for him. His free hand joined the other on your head, holding it in place as he fucked your throat. A loud moan escaped him when you gagged around him again, cursing in quiet frustration at how quickly you always bring him to the edge.

“Take it love, take it. This is what happens to -fuck- to brats who can’t keep their fuuuucking mouths shut. They get used for something better,” Zodyl panted, his movements getting sloppier as he inched closer and closer to his release. You couldn’t stop the tears from trickling down your cheeks, body trembling with every gasp and gag that left you. “Good. Fucking. Girl. Taking my cock like you were fucking made for it. And you’re going to take my cum just as well as my cock, aren’t you?”

Your only response was a weak moan that vibrated around his length and his thrusts got faster. All it took for him to cum was to look down at you, seeing your tear-stained cheeks and hazy eyes filled with the determination to prove yourself as his good girl.

“Love I’m- I’m cumming-” he cut himself off with a loud groan, his hands tightening in your hair and cock twitching wildly as he spilled onto your tongue. Take it all. Fucking swallow it all, fuck-”

He rode out his orgasm with a few more gentle thrusts before pulling out, holding you in place for a brief moment to admire the dazed look in your eyes, how you looked up at him with complete devotion. His hands finally let go of your hair, instead petting over your soft tresses to ease you down from your floaty state. Sitting back on the couch, he hoisted you up into his lap sideways, a gentle hand guiding your gaze back to his.

“Did I do good?” You asked with a hoarse voice, thighs clenching together as you tried to quell the fire that had been burning within you the whole time.

“Shhhh. You did very good, my love,” Zodyl said, thumb stroking your cheek like he did earlier. He leaned forward to capture your lips in a passionate, breathless kiss and you whined needily into it. “Aww, poor thing. Got all worked up from sucking my cock, did you?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, shivering as his hand traced down to your thighs.

“I suppose we could do something about that. All you have to do is ask politely… without whining.”

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A/N: A fellow person with fellow tastes😩 I also saw someone ask for Tamsy + brat taming in the reblogs so I figured I’d combine them! And I threw in Zodyl cuz why not🤷‍♀️ I def got carried away with Bro’s though… hope you enjoyed!!

Requests are still open!! I may not have a set posting schedule or anything, but I love writing when I have the time!

n0cturna1des1res

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How I think Kakashi Hatake would sound jerking off:

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#naruto #kakashi hatake #smut #redacted audio #audio #18+#mdni #kakashi smut

kittycarabiner

how it feels to enjoy lesbian smut fics knowing you get 0 action irl

I hate that I’m not religious. I grew up in a family full of Jesus freaks, and to this day they still force me to pray with them. I have tried countless times to believe but it just won’t happen. There is no amount of “evidence” someone could provide me with that could make me a believer and it makes me feel guilty. I hate that I feel that way but religion in general just seems so illogical to me. It’s to the point where I genuinely just think religious people lack some sort of critical thinking skills.

#religion #agnostic #atheist #jesus

The Dragon Ball fandom is too damn big to have as little fanfics as it does🫩. Maybe that’s because most of the fandom consists of straight dudes….BUT STILL!

#dragon ball #dbz goku #piccolo #dbz piccolo #dbz vegeta #smut #fanfics #fandom #dbz fandom

strawvrse

CW: Smut, Strap-on

Your wife says she hates arguing with you yet you're partially convinced she picks fights on purpose. No matter how petty the argument is, she always riles you up so she can apologise to you. She's done it again, pushing back on something insignificant in order to wind you up, and her apology comes in the form of you on your hands and knees in front of her.

“I'm sorry, baby,” she says, pouting. Her soaked fingers gently drag over your clit, as she pushes the strap into you. The rhythm at which she moves, has you drooling and whining into your pillows. Her thrusts are heavy and each one jolts you forward with force. The room fills with the sound of her hips smacking against your ass as she fucks you. She drapes herself over your back, hips still frantically rutting and she speaks in your ear. “I didn't mean to upset you”.

You're too delirious to care about the argument. You don't even remember what had started it. Her hand keeps your head smushed in the pillow on your bed. You're completely enveloped in her essence as she straps you down. She's so deep, and the way she's mumbling to herself has you soaking the toy. Your hands claw at the sheets as you approach an orgasm.

“You gonna cum? Show me you're not mad at me anymore?” She says in your ear and the slap she gives your pussy to punctuate her sentence sends you over the edge. You cum, shaking in her grasp as you gush around her. Her fingers play with you as you moan and writhe.

When you're done, she pulls the strap out, putting it aside to clean later. Your brain is mush and you feel sleepy. She's proud and content with her work, as always.

~ Semiu, Reiju Vinsmoke, Perona, Kureha, Hange Zoe, Annie Leonhart, Shoko Ieri

Had a revelation this morning at around 6AM. I want Gojo and Geto. But I need them at the same time. I genuinely have never looked at Gojo as more than a really cool character before today. Geto…my feelings about him were a little complex. This isn’t the time to get into that though. I saw an edit of them together today and I realized that I genuinely NEEDDD THATTTTT. I have literally been reading satosugu x reader smut all morning. I feel like a whole new person😩.

#satosugu #jjk #jjk smut #gojo satoru #geto suguru

Every day I yearn to be brutally strap-fucked and degraded by mommy Sevika. And once she feels like I’ve had enough, she holds me and tells me I’m such a strong girl for being able to take it. Need that in my life.

#sevika #arcane #thoughts #sevika smut

𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝! 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝗼𝐫! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝗺 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞)

!𝐂𝐖!: 𝐬𝗺𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

You’re too young for him. He knows this. So why does his heart flutter every time you’re near? Why does he get that weird feeling in his stomach every time you call him to help with another issue in your house? 35 years is the age gap between the two of you. He’s 56 years old and a retired SAS unit soldier. You’re just 21. He’s lived your lifetime nearly three times over. Seen things—done things—a girl as pretty as you couldn’t even begin to imagine. And yet, you consume his every thought. The images his mind conjures about you in the late hours of the night are vile and impure–unholy at best. He battles to keep your name from falling from his lips as he strokes his rock hard cock for what may or may not be the third time that day. It has become a habit for him. Touching himself to the thought of the pretty younger woman next door, and replaying the way you often call him ‘sir’ in that soft voice of yours until milky white cum covers his calloused hands and the hairy expanse of his stomach.

God, he’s a reprehensible old man.

#r6siege #r6s #mike thatcher baker #SAS #age different relationships #age gap #neighbors #smut #Thatchersmut #mike baker

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