#tw: slapping

[k1arabug]

thinking abt dadbf!pope

tw: face slapping.. fauxcest if you squint (i’m getting more into this in the future WATCH OUT), use of “daddy”

dadbf!pope who sneaks into your room late at night while your dad is sleeping down the hall :3

he’s always so careful, locking the door behind him before pulling you onto his lap on the edge of your bed. “missed my sweet girl all day,” he whispers against your lips, voice low and tender. his hands slide under your nightgown as he settles you over one of his thick thighs, guiding your bare pussy to rub against the denim.

“hump my thigh, baby… just like that,” he coos softly, helping you roll your hips in slow, needy movements. your slick coats his jeans while you bite your lip to stay quiet, the risk of getting caught making everything feel that much better. he watches you with dark, loving eyes, one hand cradling the back of your neck.

when your whimpers start slipping out too loud, he cups your cheek gently, then gives you a soft slap across the face, hooking his thumb into your mouth. the sharp sting makes your pussy flutter against him. “shhh, pretty girl,” he murmurs sweetly, immediately soothing the reddened skin with his soft kisses. “gotta be quiet for daddy. can’t let him hear how good i make ya feel, hm? shh.. shh.”

he holds you closer as you tremble and cum all over his thigh, whispering praises and pressing gentle kisses to your heated cheek while you ride out the waves.

authors note: short and kinda buns but i can’t stop thinking abt andy

[nessabarrettlover101]

💌 ~Lessons of Love ~💌

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖: 𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬🪡

Professor!Chris Sturniolo x Babydoll!Avery Lane

Intro and previous scenes here!

Cw: Flirting, arguing, betrayal, slapping, lots of cursing

-𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I grazed my fingers against the hard copy books to the side of me as I walk down the length of the book shelf.

I always liked libraries, they’re quiet, every time I walk into one it feels like a breath of fresh air. It’s a peaceful place where I can relax and forget about all my troubles

Usually when I come to the library I hide in the corner, headphones on and music blasting in my ears. But today I had no plan of doing any of that instead I’m meeting up with Matilda.

Since the incident at my apartment my suspicions of Matilda snitching had grown larger. I just met her this year, she’s new to my life. Though to my face she’s been nothing but kind. You never know what everyone’s true intentions are.

Maybe she’s two-faced and only acts nice in front of me but when I turn my back she attacks.

Or maybe she’s-

My thought was cut off, strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind, a face rested in the crook of my neck.

Chris.

I turned around quickly and pushed him away, not because I was mad but because I didn’t want anyone to see us. “What do you think you’re doing? You trying to get me killed?”

He chuckled, leaning himself against the huge bookshelf. “My bad babydoll, just wanted to get your attention.”

“Well you have it now,” I started staying at my apartment again so I haven’t really seen Chris much since winter break, especially since we stopped doing tutoring on the weekends because he said “Your good enough to do it on your own now and if you ever need help you can just call me” . It’s not because I didn’t wanna spend time with him though, we’ve just been busy.

“What are you doing here?” He asked,

I stuttered “Uhhh…don’t worry about it,” Chris told me not to cause anymore trouble. Which meant not investigating who took those photos. But my selfish, overly confident ego thought the best idea was to do the exact opposite of what Chris said.

He scrunched his face, his jaw tensed for a split second before he spoke again. “You saying don’t worry about it makes me want to worry about it…”

I huffed walking past him slightly brushing his shoulder. “It’s nothing…seriously,” I shrugged my shoulders, as I browsed through books I’ve never even heard of just to neglect the conversation.

“Avery. Why are you here?” He sounded more serious this time, voice deeper and stern. I turned my head slowly, I had guilt written all over my face.

“I-I I’m meeting with Matilda,” I nearly whispered. Chris’s eyebrows furrowed, “are you serious Avery,” there it was again my name standing out in his exasperated tone. He never calls me Avery unless we’re in class or he’s mad. 

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Because deep down I know I’m in the wrong, I know I shouldn’t be doing this. If I get in trouble I could get expelled from university or even worse I could get Chris fired and yet I still decided to show up today.

“Did you even listen to what I said before. Don’t get in trouble, don’t go snooping into things that shouldn’t concern you anymore.” He said huffing under his breath after. “I’m sorry but I can’t just live my life wondering which one of my friends stabbed me in the back. Even if you don’t want it to this does still concern me and it always will” I barked back,

He stiffened, clearly caught off guard by my words. He was about to speak again when I heard a voice. “Avery! There you are! I was looking all over for yo-” Matilda cut herself off,

“Ohh I’m sorry I definitely just interrupted something. I can wait,” she turned away quick but before she could fully get out of sight I yelled. “Matilda wait!” She paused,

I walked towards her forgetting about Chris, “I was about done with that conversation anyway let’s go talk.” She nods and I look over my shoulder to see Chris shaking his head, his arms were crossed and he was obviously pissed at my actions.

I guided Matilda to a quiet corner of the library away from everyone else. We sat in silence for a moment, mainly because I didn’t know how to ask my friend if she did something so horrible.

Eventually I chalked up the courage to finally utter a couple words. “I have to ask you something”

Matilda turned towards me, “what’s up?” She sounded sweet, like she was made of pure sunshine and rainbows. It almost made me want to forget about the photos and the betrayal.

But I was already here so I might as well ask. “Were you the one to take the photos of me and Chris?” I asked, trying to be as soft spoken as I could so I didn’t come off harsh.

She scrunched her face, confused “who’s Chris? And why are you asking me if I took photos of you two?” She was completely oblivious to everything that has been going on in the past couple weeks.

“Chris is professor Sturniolo..” I could see a bell go off in her head “Ohhh him right I forgot you had a thing with him…” I’m now puzzled, Matilda clearly is unaware of any of the stuff going on. Unless she was a complete mastermind that is super good at manipulating. But that didn’t make much sense given the fact she sucks at acting or lying. So who the fuck did this?

“Wait so you didn’t take the photos?”

“Nope the only photos I’ve been taking are of myself. But I would love to know the drama behind these photos.” She smiled, giggling to herself a little. It finally clicked.

I started to stand up feeling a knot in my stomach tighten. I didn’t listen to Matilda’s calls all I could focus on was the truth that has been sitting right in front of me this whole time.

It was Mia.

How could I be so blind, she hated when I talked about Chris. She called me names in class. And the cherry on top, she didn’t pick up the phone after I had gotten beat up even though she’s always on it.

I wasn’t even thinking straight, before I knew it my feet were moving in the direction of Mia’s dorm. One after another, until I finally reached it,

Mias dorm.

I hesitate, unsure if I should really confront her now, in person. But then my intrusive thoughts blur out my logical ones and my hands already knocking on the door.

I hear Mia mumble something through the door, then with a slight clink there she is.

“What are you doing here Avery?” She asked, her tone seemed salty.

“Did you do it?!” I yelled,

“Do what your gonna have to be more specific then that?”

“The photos did you take the photos and give them to our classmates?!” My voice got even louder.

Mia rolled her eyes and leaned against the doorframe. “You’re so pathetic Avery, it was just a joke.” I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief “yeah well that “Joke” got me beat up outside my own apartment!”

“Don’t blame me for that…you’re the one dating our professor.”

“How dare you! You’re a fucking bitch and I hope you rot in hell!” I turn to walk away, what I came here for was a confession and that’s what I got.

But before I can leave the area I hear her call out. “You’re a fucking slut who cheated her way to the top!” I stopped in my tracks, a fire that was already burning in me was just giving enough gasoline to set me off.

I aggressively turn around, strutting towards her in large strides. Once I reached her I didn’t give her anytime to say another word.

I slapped her

Hard too, it echoed through the whole hallway. I didn’t wanna give her a chance to recollect herself and utter another stupid sentence. So I turn on my heels once again and storm out the building.

Once I reach the outside it finally hits me.

My best friend betrayed me,

Tears started prickling down my face, broken sounds slip out my mouth. I couldn’t bare the thought of someone so close do something like that.

I sit myself on a bench, still loudly sobbing with my face in my hands in attempts to muffle the sound.

My brain knew deep down that this wasn’t my fault and that friends don’t do that to each other. But all I could do right now is blame myself for being so foolish. For not seeing right through her fake persona from the start.

It all made sense now and yet I wish it didn’t.

Im completely lost in my thoughts when I feel a hand gently grab my shoulder.

I look up and see him, Chris.

He softly smiles at me, I ask “What are you doing here?”

“I followed you here after you stormed out of the library….i wanted to make sure you didn’t cause any trouble.” He said like it was a casual thing to say.

I hummed in response, my face tightens once again. I can feel the water works making its way to my eyes. I try to turn my face away but he grabs my chin so I face him. Once he notices the tears he pulls me into a huge hug. Rubbing my shoulders, whispering sweet things to make me feel better. I tried to speak but every word just came out in sobs.

“You don’t have to tell me what this is about right now. I’m here to support you, I don’t need to know why.” He states, admittedly silencing you.

He holds me for what felt like hours but probably was only a couple minutes til he spoke again.

“Why don’t I take you back to my apartment and I’ll make you your favorite dinner.” He says standing up reaching out for my hand.

I hesitate “pesto pasta?” He chuckles “of course” I giggle and take his hand.

We walk off to his car hand in hand, totally making me forgot the invents that just happened a little while ago.

Written by: nessabarrettlover101 DO NOT COPY if you like it reblog it!

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[anastasiasultana]

VILDAN ATASEVER AS HÜMAŞAH SULTAN

no quote, just saying the way she uncorks that bottle and then throws it in one hand is ICONIC.

[roanniom]

For the celebration tonight: never have I ever been slapped during sex. Or even asked for it!

💞💞💞💞

You Sure, Princess?

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: PIV sex consensual slapping (if this makes you uncomfy please skip, it's a kink, don't engage if you do not like), Soft dom!Eddie

Hahaha no I haven’t and it’s something I’ve only just recently been into in fics. Never have I ever been - or asked to be - slapped during sex.

Eddie has his big hand gently placed on your throat and it’s got you in that mood. He knows the mood. Sees it in your eyes, recognizes it in the arch of your back. You don’t get this way often, but he knows you go there when you’re feeling out of your mind turned on and completely inhibition-less. The idea that he can take you to that place drives him wild.

“Want it rougher, Teddy."

Teddy.

You only call him Teddy when you really want it bad.

"You sure, princess?" he asks softly. He knows it's the contrast you like. The harsh actions and the soft treatment. You nod your head vigorously and it makes his heart swell.

"Please, Teddy. Please, just a little, want it so bad - ,"

The slap comes swiftly, not as harsh as you would have liked it but he respects your limits and you respect his as well. He only wants to go so hard and the bright sting on your cheek zings through your body like bubbles in soda. You bring your face back to look up at him with a loopy smile on your face.

"Again."

The slap comes from the other side this time, evening out the sting in a way that has your pussy throbbing around his cock. Your head lols back to center again and your smile is even more blissed out then before.

"Jesus Christ, don't look so pleased about it," Eddie chuckles, but his face is beet red as he tries to combat the way it feels to have you look so fucked out and happy beneath him for such a salacious reason.

"Thank you, Teddy," you sigh, lolling your head around in the pillow, closing your eyes against the pleasure of his thrusts. But even they are not enough for you eventually. So you dig your fingers into the small of his back and try your best to pull him into you. "Mmmmm more."

So Eddie bears down and gives it to you harder, thrusting into you fast and deep. He gives you everything. Because he'd give you anything you could ever ask for.

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[mirnsey]

I’m expanded on my last post, cause it seemed that a lot of you liked if. I’m hoping that the more i write about the more those words will slowly morph into a one shot that i can finally post and get motivation to post other things. This is more of a long Drabble than anything.

Includes: spit kink, degrading kink, crying (?), afab implied, begging, whining, yearning

♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎

Imagine he’s the most known in school, known for his good grades, great basketball playing, and impeccable dick size. At this point you could probably imagine it from memory from all the words spewed from other girls and boys mouths in the halls.

You get assigned to him for some school project, needing to be invited to his home as you don’t want to show him yours. Probably because of your parents, or the mess of your room. Whichever excuse you want to just not be in your own home.

Let your nose wrinkle when you walk into his room, showing your discomfort for the strong smell of body spray and sex. You couldn’t blame him. You were.. older teens, masturbation was normal.

Start your project as if it was normal, as it was what you did want to do at first. Start slow in engaging anything sexual, not even touching him until hours of brainstorming later other than try brush of the shoulder. Finally place your hand on his thigh when reaching to something on the parallel side of him, watch him jolt from the sudden touch of your warm hand.

Listen to him stutter and stamper over his words, legs shifting to cross closer to each other. He hoped to cover his sweats straining against his groin, the feathery touches you were leaving over his skin making him get covered in goosebumps.

Pretend to be clueless. Pretend you ‘don’t know what he’s talking about’ and ‘you don’t remember touching him’. Manipulating a manipulator isn’t that bad. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

Only engage in conversation with him ages after he’s been giving you hints, when he finally actually communicates and asks you desperately to fuck him.

You could stay clueless for a little longer until he babbled for you to just touch his needy cock. To ‘please stoke his dick’ and to ‘let him eat you out until your satisfied’ and even to ‘fuck him till he cried’.

And maybe you would do it, reaching for the bot to ruin him as you pleased. Spit in his mouth, slap him, degrade him, ride his face and edge him until he can barely even work his tongue to ask to cum.

Watch as his cocky resolve falls into pieces at your hands, something never recorded at your school. Be the first person to make the school player fall to his knees, hands itching to grab at your thighs. To kiss over the pudge of them and slowly press kisses closer and closer to your pussy to finally have a taste of you. And you could deny him even, make him beg further..

Im getting into the groove again, im feeling the words 🙏🏾

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Bad Manners

Pairing: Dark Billy Hargrove x (female) Reader

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Billy has to teach you a few manners, even if it’s the hard way. 

WARNINGS: Domestic Violence; Slapping; Toxic/Abusive Marriage

AN: This is soo mean. But I had to do it.

Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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Miserable sobs fill the bedroom as you receive another slap, knees numb from kneeling for so long on the ground as Billy towers over you. 

“Do you think I’m that stupid? That I wouldn’t fucking notice as you tried to get inside the waiter’s pants? Flirting with him right in front of me, you fucking slut!” Billy shouts, rage irradiating from him as his hand connects with your cheek for the seventh time, head whiplashing to the side from the immense force. 

“I-I wasn’t, Billy! This is a misunderstanding, I swear-” you’re readily cut off by another ruthless smack, this one leaving you a bit dizzy. 

“Getting an attitude, huh?”

It was a mistake to be remotely nice to the male waiter of the dinner you went to as Billy is incapable of letting you interact with other people. A meaningless smile and a few nice words were more than enough to spite his intense jealousy towards anyone that not him. 

What was supposed to be a nice family dinner ended up with you crying on the floor of your bedroom, mascara running down your face and cheeks starting to swell while Billy berates at you.

Not the evening you had envisioned for tonight. 

The door cracks an opening and a small boy peers into the room, his eyes curiously scanning the scene. Billy immediately halts his raised hand, giving you a stern look as a warning.

You should’ve been more quiet. 

“Why is mommy crying? Did she get hurt?” your son’s innocent voice breaks your heart and you instantly turn away your face, not wanting him to see your disfigured face. 

Small footsteps are heard as your son tries to get near you, his fingers briefly touching your arm but Billy immediately picks him up, pulling him away.  

“It’s nothing, buddy. Daddy was just teaching mommy some manners, that’s all. She’s been needing them for a while now.” Billy’s voice is much softer as he speaks to your son.

You can’t resist turning your head for a second and it never fails to surprise you how similar Billy and William are.

Father and son, the exact same physical features, apart from the ones inherited from you. But they’re not the same and you promise you won't allow Billy to change your son into the same monster he is, just like his father before him. You'll do better than what Billy's mom did.

“Now how about I tuck you into bed? Mommy still has a few more lessons to go through. Why don't you say goodnight to mommy.” he quickly says to the toddler.

“Night, mommy. And please learn fast.” your son sleepily yawns, eyes already closing.

“There we go then. And Y/N…” Billy pauses and you glance at him, a cold angry expression taking over the sweet expression he had put on for your son, who now has his face safely tucked in Billy’s shoulders.

“...you wait there. We’re not done yet.” 

[hangmeandbangme]

I’m tired and generally just fucking pissed right now so have some violence:

I would absolutely choke Johnny until he passed out, and probably even a little after that cause that boy doesn’t know when to shut his whore mouth. Just prying his lax jaw open and giving him something better to do with his tongue then just wag it. Waking him up hours later by smacking him so hard he sees swears he loses vision for a few seconds. His throat so sore that he can’t even talk without breaking down in hysterics.

[touyastearss]

“You don’t need anyone but me”

Yandere!Childe x F!Reader

WARNING: kidnapping, noncon, breeding, baby-trapping, usage of ‘Mommy and Daddy’ but not in a sexual way, slapping, slight mention of bloood

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“I want to go home.”

His hands freeze in the middle of the pattern he’s drawing across your thigh, his other arm tightening around your waist in warning, pressing your head further against his broad chest. You can see his face in the reflection of the mirror that faces the bed; he’s expressionless as he looks at you through its image, bright hair a little messy.

“You are home, Y/N.”

He doesn’t resume the pattern, waiting for you to speak.

“I want to go home .”

You’ve learnt your limits with the red-haired Harbinger, and you know you overstepped into dangerous territory the moment you first spoke. You’re not sure why you decided to say it now, of all times, as he holds you against him in his bed. It’s his bed, not yours. It will never be yours- you promised yourself that the first night he left you there, tied up with ropes that bit into your wrists. The fake domesticity of your position doesn’t cover up the fact you’re held here, captive.

He hasn’t replied.

You’re not sure why you decided to say it, but you have no idea why he let you. Why he entertained your plea with anything but the usual sharp backhand across your face. The adrenaline rushes through your system with every breath.

“I want to go home to my family.”

“I am your family, Y/N.” His cold fingers return to your skin, and you jolt at the sensation, his fingers digging into you in response. “Teucer, Antonia, they’re your family too.”

They’re not your family, no matter how many times he brings you to visit them with one arm wrapped tightly around your waist. No matter how many drawings Teucer gifts you when Childe brings you to visit, no matter the way you smile and chat with Antonia under his supervision. It’s not their fault, you have to remind yourself. But the resentment is there.

The images of your parents flash across your brain, hazy and distant, like they’re ready to slip from your grasp. You shake your head, warm tears gathering on your waterline as you shiver in his arms.

“No, no, no ” You pull away from his grasp, pushing to the end of the bed so you can distance yourself from the madness he pushes upon you. The pain that blooms across your arm as he yanks you back is searing, and a dull ache begins as he throws you back onto the bed. The strained patience is gone from his voice, and now his expression is dark.

You scream, thrashing fruitlessly beneath the strength of arms, encaging you beneath him. You’re hysteric, the rush of emotions taking over you senses as your shrill screams fill the room. The harsh slap that hits your face has enough strength to make you collapse on the bed. Eyes wide open, mouth agape, silenced mid-scream. Your entire face stings.

“Your family?” He spits the words at you. “When will you learn that you’re mine ? You don’t need anyone but me .” There’s a moment of silence, and you can almost see the moment a thought runs across his mind, his eyes darkening as he stares down at you. His hands move to your waist and yank the flimsy pyjama shorts down your legs. “Fuck it.” He rips the flimsy fabric away entirely, “I’ll give you a fucking family.”

You hardly register his words, still paralysed from the hit. You try to cry out again, but your words are a little slurred as a drop of blood trickles down from your mouth. He’s above you, brows furrowed in a way that so unlike him, even in all his cruelty, the dark look on his features is wholly unfamiliar to you.

“Gonna make me a Daddy, give me a little baby.” He’s speaking, but his words are distant, like he’s speaking to himself, like you’re not there. Only this time the words sink into your brain, and panic floods its way into your mind, urging you to escape at the thought of bearing his child. You struggle at the touch of fingers in your cunt, traitorously wet despite the situation.

He wastes little time with foreplay, enough to slide into you with little difficulty, and then he starts thrusting. There’s no build up to the way he wrecks your body, hips hammering against you with a sole purpose. You sob into the sheets as you clench around him, uselessly begging for him to stop.

“No, no , Childe I don’t want-” you cry at the strength of his thrusts, burying your face in your hands as he continues to pound into you. Tears streak down your face, but he pays no attention to them, chanting filthy words into the empty room.

“ Shit , gonna fuck you so full, gonna get you round with my kid.” You let out a broken moan as his fingers rub at your clit, pleasure building in your stomach despite the way your mind protests.

“ Fuck , tell me you want it.” You don’t reply, eyes squeezed shut, but his sudden grip on your hair has your eyes flying open, the pain enough to make you submit as tears prick your eyes.

“ Please ,” you choke out, letting out a sharp cry as your head goes flying back and your skull burns as he yanks your hair again, harder this time. You splutter, a messy string of words leaving your lips. “Please, I w-want it, w-want it inside, please Childe-”

His hips stutter inside of you, voice raspy. “Fuck , say that again” he demands.

“ Please, Childe,  please ,” You hate it, but there’s little you can do against the strength of a Harbinger. You knew this day would come, but you never thought you’d give up so easily.

He lets out a deep groan, before thrusting into you one final time, and you can feel the warmth of his seed as it fills you, sealing your fate beneath him. You’ll forever be bound to him now, forever his .

Your legs shake, whimpering as he pulls out. His eyes fall to your slit, a trail of his seed dribbling out. Quickly, his fingers dip down, scooping up the cum that leaks out. He pushes it back in, flexing his fingers cruelly before he leans down to place a kiss on your lips, content.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your parents learn the good news.”