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2dmanlover · 5 months

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Stepdad!König taking a call from your mother while she’s at work - and while he’s brutalizing your sweet pussy in your room, his hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your moans as he speaks to your mother over the phone like normal 😊

cw: p in v, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, smut, rough sex, creampie, exhibitionism?, tell me if I missed any.

Your heart jumped out of you chest when his phone rang, you panicked, but König looked unbothered, reaching over to pick it up as he kept up his pace, driving his hips forward roughly and ruthlessly. He chuckled lowly, showing you the caller: your mother. Your breath hitched, teary eyes widening and mouth agape with drool rolling down the corner of your lips, you struggled against him, begging for him to ignore the call or to stop if he wanted to answer it.

“You can keep quiet, can’t you, Schatz?”

“No no- please-!”

His hand came down on your mouth, muffling your cries and whimpers, pleading for him to adhere to common sense. Despite your cries, he answered the phone, clicking on speaker - to antagonize you - and your mother’s voice rang out in the room. He greeted her with a normal hi, his tone calm even through the strenuous session, rocking into you, his thick girth and throbbing cock milking your cunt of the load he left this morning after she left.

“I’m sorry for calling so suddenly, hun,” she sounded tired, spending the day working until 7pm.

“It’s okay,” König hummed, placing the phone down beside your head, beside your covered mouth and tear-streaked cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll be home later than usually,” she sighed, oblivious to your muffled whines. “I’m going to swing by that Italian place, do you want anything?”

Unlike your choked mewls and breathless keens, your stepdad was still, chest puffing up and pressing down on you, shifting your legs over his shoulders as he drove himself deeper. He was rough, thrusts hard and words degrading, cooing in your ear harsh, degrading names. Telling you what a slut you were for you stepdad, how you were a bitch for whoring around him and Horangi in skimpy shorts and baggy shirts, and how your sweet pussy was so wet and loud for him.

“Could you ask (Name) about supper?”

“Give me a second, ja?”

He flashed you a mean grin, putting the call on mute for better acting, playing the scene of him walking towards your room or where ever you were. His hand moved down to your neck, giving you a hard grip and holding you down, folding you in half, knees bent to your shoulders and feet jerking over his head. Seeming satisfied with his manhandling, the wet slaps of his hips hitting your thighs louder and the head of his cock ramming your spongy cervix, he picked up the phone, unmuting it and pressing it to your ear.

“Dear?”

“H-hi mom-” you gasped, the heavy curve of his cock and the bulging veins rubbing your back wall, you spasmed around him, teeth biting down on your lower lip to stop the moan that threatened to slip.

“You remember that Italian place we went last week?”

“Ye-ah-yeah.”

She paused, her silence ringing louder than every slap that made your stomach bulge. You feared that she heard your slip up, the high-pitched mewl and pants you let out; you feared that crooked grin on his scarred lips and that proud and scheming gleam in his eyes. He changed his fast and rough pace for a deep and precise one, repeatedly aiming for that spot that made your eyes roll and back arch, finger thumbing your engorged clit.

“Are you okay?” You hated the worried tone mixed with that exhaustion, it picked at your heart.

“Yes-!” It came out harsher than you intended, pearly tears slipping from your squinted eyes.

König’s manhandling and pointed hits made your walls clench around him, the coil in your navel tightening to a delirious amount, making your head spin and mind dumb.

“Okay… Do you want anything for tonight?”

“Ro-rosé, please.”

“All right, I’ll see you tonight then.”

Any later and she would have heard you scream your mind off, you let moans roll off your tongue without restraint, nails digging into his back and back arched upward. He lowered your legs to his elbows, opening your legs to watch you come, your cunt swallowing him to the base, pumping in and then back out with a white ring around is cock from your shared pleasure. He made a sound of satisfaction, hands wandering down to grip your hips, riding out his pleasure leisurely and yours a fiery white blaze that burned through your body.

“You heard her, ja? Looks like we have more time to play.”

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2dmanlover · 6 months

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about jealous!mace, is he ((honestly)) like to sharing his girl with others? or it just when he's jealous??

// dub-con/non-con and intoxcation

whenever you're out and about, at a bar or a party, he always finds males staring at your cleavage, even whilst he has his burly arm around your waist protectively. to show who you belong to :((

god, it pisses him off to no end. gritting his teeth and groaning out, throwing his drink into the perverse, gross man who wouldn't back off when you politely asked with your sweet voice. definitely drags you to the bathroom and demands a blowjob.

you love him, don't you?

in your drunken state, you feel emotional; almost embarrassed for getting your boyfriend all pissed. mace rolls his eyes, scoffing when you hesitate. bringing your hands to his belt and ordering you to unfasten his belt. sucking his fat, girthy cock, stuffed down your throat, your puffy, wet lips wrapped around his fat girth while he guides your head up and down his shaft !!!

jealous!mace definitely face fucks you. heavy balls smacking against your cheek, slapping his thick and muscular thigh because you're struggling – gagging too much, eyes glistening. yet, he doesn't stop. continuing to slam against your face while you sob and shake :( a trembling, drunk girl getting used because her boyfriend couldn't handle his jealousy issues – an insecure mess.

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2dmanlover · 6 months

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we want you!

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: The hot military rep on your college campus finally talks to you, but what happens when he gives you his number?

word count: 2.4 k

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, cunnilingus, afab!reader, very light dom/sub, sub!reader, gentle dom!johnny, he still whimpers tho, kind of anonymous sex, making out, biting, praise, hes actually rly sweet, smut, porn with plot

a/n: DILF JOHNNY DILF JOHNNY im so happy with how this turned out!! OH! and I've got another mk1 johnny fic halfway done so keep an eye out for that :))

Ao3

It wasn’t really fair to call you a college student. Were you still actively going to college? Yes, but! You were studying for your master’s degree. Totally not the same thing.

So you didn’t feel that bad about paying attention to the very hot military representative that you always saw on campus. He was insanely built for an older guy, tall and graying near the temples. Black sunglasses always cover his eyes, you couldn't tell if he was cocky or just avoiding the kids on campus. You wanted to talk to him but honestly? He made you sort of nervous.

He’s just so handsome and confident, nodding your way every time you pass him. But finally, after a couple of months, you decide it’s your turn to be confident. He’s stood next to a table under a pop-up canopy, looking around for more people to scout. You walk directly towards him, trying not to falter any of your steps. He finally notices you, quirking an eyebrow and smirking your way.

Fuck, that’s even hotter.

But it’s too late to back out now, as you stop a few feet from him. Nervous to meet his eyes, you clear your throat and manage to ask, “How’s the military this time of year?” He chuckles lightly, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose. “It’s not too bad. You know, I’ve seen you around campus, but you always seemed like you were in such a hurry that I didn’t want to bother you.” You mentally curse yourself for pretty much scaring him off.

“Well, you know how it is. Places to go, subjects to study. I have been wondering why you haven’t said anything to me. I always see you chatting with other students. I just figured it was because I wasn’t the right material.” You try to be less nervous and casual, leaning against the table as well. He looks down and laughs again, taking his sunglasses off and tucking them into his tactical vest. He looks up, wide brown puppy dog eyes meeting yours.

Shit, can he stop being so hot??

“Nah, you’re too good for us, you’re needed out here. Besides, they only have me out here for star power.” You look quizically at him. I guess he did look sort of familiar. Then it hit you. “Oh shit, you’re Johnny Cage!.” He laughs again, who knew you were this funny?? “You just realized? I guess I’m not as famous as I once was. That, or without the tattoo, you can’t really tell.” He unzips the vest slightly and pulls his collar down, showing hints of a large tattoo of his own name across his chest. You fluster slightly at his show, “Wow, yeah, that makes a big difference. Wait, why are you in the military?” He sighs, scratching the back of his head. “Well, my ex-wife basically recruited me and honestly, it’s been more fulfilling than being an actor.”

And there it is, the awkward reason that someone so hot is single. Coughing lightly, you look away. “A-ah, well, that’s…good.” Sensing that he might’ve just said something a little uncomfortable, he quickly grabs a leaflet and pen from the table and scribbles something on it. “Hey, I feel bad about taking up so much of your time. Here.” He hands it to you, sticking it almost directly into your arms. As you take it and look at the very rushed writing of what looks like his phone number, he flashes a signature smile. “So we can continue our conversation at your leisure.” Folding it up and putting it in your pocket, you try to smile back as confidently. “How kind of you, Johnny. I’ll take you up on that.” As you begin to walk away, you hear Johnny call after you. “Wait! What’s your name?” Turning around slightly, you wave and yell back, “Take me out first!” He laughs slightly and puts his sunglasses back on, light glinting off them mischievously.

As you get back to your place, you pull the paper out and put it on your bed. This is crazy, you know? He’s like twice your age at least. And a celebrity! But…he wouldn’t give you his number unless he wanted you to text him. But not yet. You didn’t want to seem desperate. You decide to eat a bit of food and check on your grades, trying to ignore your nerves. You can only wait so long though, and you grab the paper again. Putting his number in, you take way too long to figure out what to say. God, you feel like a middle schooler, getting nervous about some cute guy. But you finally pull the trigger, sending a simple hello and hoping that you were the only person he gave his number to.

He responds almost too quickly, immediately recognizing you and being happy that you decided to message him. You smile at his words, then quickly shake your head, embarrassed at how quickly you were getting giggly over him. But you can’t stop yourself, half-flirty messages sent back and forth the rest of the day. Man, a guy like this is dangerous. He’s smart, funny, secure in himself, and genuinely so nice. Plus, he spends half the time talking about you, asking questions, and seeming truly interested. It’s hard to find a guy like that.

As day turns to night, you get ready for bed. As you lay down in bed for mindless social media time, you get a text from Johnny. As you click on it, your eyes widen in shock. A selfie of him, laid out on a hotel bed, completely shirtless with wet hair lights up your screen. Finally able to see the full tattoo, plus the insane muscles he has, you need a second to catch your breath. He captioned it ‘ready 4 bed, but hotel beds r always uncomfortable’. You feel like you’re drooling over him, how can a 50-year-old look like that?? He quickly sends a ‘hope youre feeling comfy’ and you feel compelled to take a pic for him. Fixing your hair and lighting in preparation, you make sure that your pajamas are actually cute. After way too many tries, you get the perfect one. You send it with the caption ‘oh u know it ;)’ and immediately throw it onto your bed, nerves absolutely shot. After a few seconds, your phone buzzes. And buzzes again. And again.

Picking it back up with shaking hands, you see his praise flooding in. ‘oh wow’, ‘you look so good like that’, ‘comfy is definitely a good look on you’, and ‘ur room is so cool too’ are amongst the least of the texts he’s sent. After a short pause, a final text arrives.

‘i didnt think you could get hotter but you proved me very wrong’

All of a sudden, you lose the walls you set up to hold yourself back. The mood is switched rapidly, and honestly? You are no longer nervous about talking to him. It’s time to have fun.

Y: ‘you think im hot?’

J: ‘of course, i have eyes you know’

Y: ‘i mean, i thought i was too young for you’

J: ‘i wont say i didnt notice, but honestly, if you dont mind i dont’

Y: ‘perfect’

J: ‘god, youre so hot’

Y: ‘youre not so bad yourself. dont think i didnt notice those muscles’

J: ‘i was that obvious huh? sorry, i couldnt help myself’

Flirting back and forth, you begin to lose your inhibitions even more. Flirty turns to sensual to almost overtly sexual. Something weird about what happens when the sun goes down. Like a horny werewolf. That was, until, he sent the exact right message.

J: ‘i wish i could see you rn, teasing over text can only do so much’

Holding your breath, you can’t stop yourself from a much too bold text.

Y: ‘come over then’

J: ‘what’

Y: ‘come over, you said you dont like hotels and you wanna see me’

Y: ‘here (address)’

Y: ‘your move hollywood’

J: ‘omw’

Freezing and realizing what you did, you rush to pick up your house a little. It wasn’t messy but still. Nerves. It’s a surprisingly short wait until you hear a gentle knock at the door. Seeing him stand there in the pajama pants you saw earlier and a jacket, you unlock the door. Both of you stand there, waiting and breathing. Finally, he steps in, his right hand shooting to your waist and left hand closing the door behind him. Quickly, his lips meet yours in a messy clash, tongue and teeth and desperation. Finally, you pull away, panting and trying to catch your breath. Your brain finally processes that it’s really him, touching you, standing right there.

And it’s not too long before you begin to kiss him again, hands wrapped around his neck. His hands travel lower, squeezing your ass with a groan. With surprising ease, he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. He breaks away again, asking in a breathy voice, “Bedroom?” With a nod, you manage to get out, “That way.” He starts the kiss back up, walking towards your room.

You expect him to toss you down on your bed. You’re kind of used to jacked guys having too big of an ego in bed. But he leans down gently, placing your back on the bed. His lips move down, kissing your jaw, neck, and chest, leaving little bites and hickeys along the way. You shiver at the feeling, he's much more tender than you expected, but you’re not complaining. One of his hands slides under your top, swiftly removing it. The cool air of the room can only be felt for a few seconds before his warm tongue latches onto one of your nipples, coarse fingers lightly twisting the other. Light moans slip from your lips as his other hand caresses your hip. He groans at the sound, pulling away slightly to mutter out, “Shit, you sound so good, baby.”

Continuing to play with you, his free hand travels lower. He finally dips below your waistband, quickly finding your wetness, another moan escaping his lips. Finally breaking away, he moves lower, crouching on the ground next to the bed. Slowly, he pulls the last of your clothes off. You’re fully exposed in front of him as he practically eats you up with his eyes. Placing chaste kisses against your pussy, he dives in, licking with a fervor.

Unable to hold yourself back, pornstar moans pour from your mouth. It eggs him on further, moaning against your sensitive clit, and gently curls a finger inside you. Pulling away to breathe, he rasps out, “You taste just as good as you sound. And feel even better.” He keeps working at you, pushing you closer and closer to cumming. Another finger pumps inside you, his thumb rubs your clit, and his free hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. He notices you about to finish, rapid pants and breathy moans, and leans in to whisper in your ear, “Come on love, come for me. Let me feel that pretty pussy clench around my fingers. Put on a show for me baby.” And there you go, grabbing onto his shoulder and throwing your head back, cumming around his fingers. He slowly removes his fingers, admiring you while lewdly sucking on them. That earns another groan from him and he cleans his fingers, not waisting a drop.

“Good job, you did so good for me.” He kisses your forehead, quickly removing his shirt. “You ready for more?” In your half-fucked out state, you nod rapidly as he finishes taking his pants off. God damn, aren’t older guys supposed to lose testosterone or something? Rippling muscles littered with light freckles, salt and pepper hair swept out of his eyes, and cock fully erect and waiting. He scoots you onto the bed further, climbing on after you. As he kneels at your legs, he looks down hungrily. He leans in and kisses you, body leaning onto yours. With a final questioning look, which is met with a resounding “yes please” from you, he lines himself up with you.

Slowly, he sheaths himself in you, hissing at the sensation, “Oh god, you feel so fucking good, so tight around me.” Your legs wrap around his waist again, pulling him even closer. It takes you a while to adjust, gentle kisses on the lips to distract you. With a final kiss against his cheek to reassure him, he begins to move faster and faster, grinding against you with each thrust. He’s unable to hold back from loud moans and whines. Readjusting, he leans back and grabs your legs, setting them against his chest. He starts fucking you even harder, nearly knocking the wind out of you. Both of you are definitely annoying your neighbors, loud and unabashedly lost in the feeling. He can’t help the praises falling from his lips, rasps of “so good”, “you sound so sexy”, “you look so good under me”, and “I’ve wanted this for so long, you don’t understand”. The lewd sounds that fill the room are drowned out completely by you two. He seems proud of how you bounce below him, hands desperately searching for a hold on him.

Moving your legs back around his waist and leaning down, his pace is relentless and he’s lost the rhythm in his movements. You kiss against his tattoo, biting lightly against it, which earns another delicious whimper from Johnny. He starts to snap his hips especially hard as you begin to scratch lightly against his shoulders and back, whining out “gonna come, ‘m gonna come”. There’s almost no time to react before his hips snap in violently one last time, coming deep in you. A final moan escapes his lips as his hips stutter with the force of his orgasm and how much physical effort this required. Both of you breathe heavily, trying to regain some composure. He's trembling slightly at how hard he came, pressing his forehead against yours. He pulls out very slowly, a light whimper at the feeling as he lays down next to you. After a long pause, he starts to speak again, voice shaky but words confident.

“So I’ve got two questions for you. Can I know your name now, and do you wanna go again?"

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2dmanlover · 6 months

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priest simon and his controversially filthy girlfriend

simon was a religious man. he attended church each sunday and had strict morals... until you came along.

a fun little thing at a strip club, coming to church with a cross necklace and a rosemary on your handbag. you'd speak to simon so sweetly that he had no excuse for the bulge growing inside his tight pants.

finding somewhere private to jerk off to, hoping nobody would catch him. he swore his morals were strong and he'd never go against him, but a fun young thing like you made him feel so alive and well, that he just couldn't help but fall head over heels for you.

forcing your face into a bible while plowing into you from behind. backshots while you read a verse to simon, forced to call him ‘sir’ like a respectable lady. you weeped, moaning his name and squirted all over your hand, moaning at the sloppy sounds of his cock driving into your cunt over and over again.

“attagirl, c'mon, finish it or i'll make you repeat it...”

1 Timothy 2:9-15. that the women should dress themselves modestly, let a woman learn in silence with full submission. “there we go... good doll.” he praised as you whimpered, walls clutching and tightening around his thick, fat cock, your sounds addictive to the priest looming and fucking into your slick pussy repetitively.

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2dmanlover · 6 months

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overstimulation

price x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist. (day 15)

warnings: female overstimulation, female anatomy, mean!price, degrading, BDSM.

John's hands wandered all over your precious body. You were just a fleshlight for him to use and abuse, to fuck into after a failed mission, to ruin after a difficult and hardworking day.

Anger filled his veins today, and he decided he'd needed to take this anger out into someone. More specifically, you.

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, his cock stuffed into your mouth and your pussy slick. You grinded against his military boot, moaning around his girthy cock and letting your tears stream down your raw cheeks. A plug filled your asshole and nipple clamps pinching your nipples, tape binding your wrists and tying them behind your back to restrict you.

Being bent over in doggy with your pussy full of his thick, musky dick. Your eyes were sensitive and raw from sobbing. Breathless and panting with a ballgag around your mouth, silencing you. John held your wrists together, using them to fuck you back onto his hard dick, babbling and whining for him to be gentle when he was ploughing into you.

A collar around your neck, his name embroidered onto it, looming above his little pet. “Filthy fuckin' slag.” he spat, a fag glob of saliva landing onto your tongue, slapped about while you bounced down onto a dildo.

Oh, you were just so desperate... how could he not feel the need to ruin you? So gorgeous and pretty, a smirk stained onto his face, watching as you grinded down onto a cock, crying for the real thing.

Folds raw from being used, filled with his big dick since you'd been so, so needy! You just wouldn't shut up... Slamming into your hole until you became limp from his rough fuckings, gasping and moaning out, your face sore from being smacked and your clit overstimulated and sensitive as he rubbed it. “Ain't'cha jus' so fuckin' greedy? So tight, so wet and warm, pet.” he praised. Praising you for being so slick that he didn't have to use any lube, yet degrading you and treating you like a filthy animal for being so overstimulated.

You squirted against the wooden floor, your knees bruised and your throat covered in hickeys, sore from the collar around it. But, he wasn't finished with you and your body. Gripping your collar from the back, slamming into your swollen cunt until he'd finished deep inside you. Leaving you sensitive and numb.

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2dmanlover · 7 months

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day 7 of: kinktober mlist. warnings; cumplay, mentions of impregnation, hand on stomach bulge.

könig's huge, girthy dick stuffed deep inside your sopping pussy, with your thighs caked in sweat, cum and your own sweet juices from his relentless fuckings. it seems to have lasted forever, him fucking you; with your legs almost limp and numb, his fingernails leaving indents along your hips and thighs.

he pressed his large, rough hand on top of your stomach, to feel himself bulge out your hole with each repetitive thrust. your whines and mewls only encouraged him, and his guttural and low groans and the deepening of his accent had you pulsing and squeezing around his cock.

könig's size was bound to have ruined your hole, to have shaped your hole to fit his lengthy cock, and only his. your womb and insides coated in his white pleasure, and bruised from his tip smacking and slapping against your womb over again till he came deep inside your wetness.

“that's it, my dear, you're so good to me. just wanna see you all pregnant with by babies, sonnenschein.” könig's hard size continued to slam into your hole, feeling your soft skin against his rough and calloused palm as he traced the outline of his hard, big cock inside your slicken cunt. “don't you want to make happy?”

he stopped his pace and kept his wet, covered shaft inside your wet hole. your eyes became glossy and his breathing became laboured and heavy. gazing up at him with desperate eyes, you nodded obediently, biting your lip and throwing your head back when he grasped your hips tightly and began moving again. slow, hard thrusts pushing further into you, his tip leaking and already drooling out his arousal; thick and sticky.

you moaned with each hard thrust, feeling his pace quicken as he grew almost animalistic when fucking your precious body. “god—good girl.” you whine at his praise, tightening around his and latching onto his veiny cock as he became ploughing inside you with a desperate pace. broad hips smacked against you as he felt your core tighten and your slick soak him.

he groaned out gutturally as you spammed around his dick, moaning out loudly and rolling your eyes back as you came all around his fat dick. your whined, softly and tenderly, a few, lone tears soaking your pretty face as he fucked his seed deeper into soaking cunny. “that's it, you'll be such a good mother, won't you?” he breathes out as he erratically worked his hips to pump his milky cum deep into your walls.

“if this doesn't work, i'll fuck you till you're numb and i know — for sure — that you're pregnant with my kids..”

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2dmanlover · 7 months

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day 5 of: kinktober mlist. MDNI, corruption kink and virginity loss.

f!reader x experienced!price ...

captain john price, a perfect reputation and an experienced man in the military. barking orders at rookies, and you're not an exception. disobeying his orders will always result in a punishment. yours, is just slightly different...

sitting on his thick, fat dick while he sits on his office chair. you ride him, bouncing on his meaty, girthy cock while he guides your hips, teaching you how to ride him nice and well. your cunt feels so raw; sensitive and aching around the sheer size of your captain. a poor, innocent rookie like you, dripping pussy getting assulted and abused.

feeling his large, calloused hands bounce you up and down on his girth, tears brimming in your waterline as you babble and whimper; sobbing out chants of his name as you fuck yourself down onto him. “tha's it, rookie... keep goin', make me cum, baby.” his hoarse as he takes a drag from the cigar between his teeth, his low tone causing your bottom lip to quiver and the tears forming in your waterline to spill down your already tearstained cheeks.

babbling and wriggling as you continue bouncing on his thick, heavy cock needily. he sounds of your pleasure getting louder as you bounce down onto him. cheeks become raw as tears spill, your eyes glossy and your slit glistening as he forces you to slam down onto his meaty dick! you begin sobbing; begging to cum all over his cock, feeling him spurt deep into your slicken pussy. folds coated in his potent, milky load and your poor hips bruised from his painful grip.

his innocent, virgin rookie, obsessed with his fat cock and constantly begging to be fucked. presenting your weeping hole and crying when he refuses to pound into you. instead, forcing you to ride his thigh or rub your cunny against his boot. ruining his poor, little rookie.

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2dmanlover · 7 months

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cw. nsfw, gn!reader, knife kink, vibrator, blood and wounds, marking of sorts, hair pulling, sadomasochism, use of mami, poorly translated spanish *not proofread, just pure horny

[wanted to try writing for valeria so heres to hoping this goes well 🤞🤞]

kinktober masterlist

MINORS DNI!!

"Aww, mi preciosa. Mira que bonita eres." [Aww, my precious. Look how pretty you are.]

From where Valeria sat, she had a clear view of her cutest toy. She sat back in her chair as her eyes wandered all over you, fiddling with the knife between her fingertips. Your body writhed against the bed you were lying on, the sheets crinkling under you. The vibrator pulsed against your sensitive walls, hitting a spot that made your back arch painfully off the bed.

In Valeria's hands is now a remote, the one for the pretty purple vibrator that's buzzing away inside you. The speed and intensity change rapidly. The constant up and down, faster and slower, harsher and softer left you more sensitive as the seconds ticked by.

Valeria stood up, crawling up the bed to straddle your hips. She tilts her head up, looking down at you over her nose. "Are you gonna be good for mami now?" There's a sinister look in her eyes as she presses her knife's blade flat against your throat. You all but whimper, your hands fisting the sheets. She tilts the blade, nicking your skin slightly as she does so. "Words. Now."

Your mouth seems to only produce slutty moans as the toy was nestled right against your sweet spot. The toy slows to a near stop, a vibration so light you barely feel it. Valeria tugs your head back by your hair, her fingers curling around the strands. She pressed the knife into your skin again, a menacing look swirling in her eyes as she awaited your response.

"I'll be good, I promise." The toy ramped up again, higher moans and whimpers falling from your lips as Valeria eased the toy out and pushed it back in. She drops the knife by your head, her finger swiping over the small cut agaisnt your neck. She brings her finger to her mouth, licking the droplet of blood as she continued to hump the toy into your fluttering hole.

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2dmanlover · 7 months

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I’m BEGGING you more reader being the barracks bunny for the shadow conpany, but this time reader acting all tough and bratty towards them but deep down she just wants their attention after they’ve been ignoring her and focusing more on their missions:(

brat tamer!graves??? brat tamer!shadows???

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, brat!reader, brat tamer!graves & shadows, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mandhandling, oral, masterbation, slight choking, dacryphilia, spanking, fingering, edging, overstimulation *not proofread, just pure horny

[IM SO HAPPY YALL ARE LOVING THE SHADOW COMPANY X READER STUFF SJSKSBSJ] special tags for @waltzthegenderfluidpan @smmy-winchster

MINORS DNI!!

you're sitting by the shadows as they get their mission briefing except no one is trying to finger fuck you into oblivion

you know that their line of work isn't the easiest but they usually spend any and all moments of their free time with you

so when they're all getting ready for missions, they reduced you to an errand bunny

asking you to get things for them, drop things off for them to other people and only being rewarded with kisses to your cheek or forehead

going to bed cold and alone bc all of your fav shadows are out on field

once the mission is done and they're all back, you've resorted to minimal contact with all of them

doing the bare minimum, sneaking off after mumbling snarky remarks and giving them all the cold shoulder

it's only a few days into the cold shoulder treatment and all the shadows are getting more and more irritated as you deny their advances

a shadow finally speaks to their commander about it, who advised them to let him handle it

graves corners you when you're alone in the common room, his stare is stern yet gentle

there's no real need to ask what was wrong, graves knew what was wrong

without any thought, another snippy remark leaves your lips. you froze as soon as you processed the words that fell from your lips

as graves manhandled you over his lap, he all but ripped your shorts and underwear down your legs

not a second later and you feel a hard smack to your ass

it was just one after the other, leaving your cheeks red and sore with handprints

you were shaking in graves' lap, tears soaking into the couch cushions

feeling something cold drip onto your aching hole before fingers were pushed into you, immediately curling them up against your sweet spot

you tried to squirm away, the harsh and quick pace he set was overwhelming

graves simply held your hips down, continuing his onslaught on your slicked hole

a few shadows decided to stay and watch the show, watching how easily their commander gets reactions out of you

there's too many sensations you're feeling, it's all muddling together

just as quickly as the pleasure built, graves had pulled away

the fullness of his fingers leaving you empty and aching

the process repeats for god knows how long, the hours started blending together

bringing you to the edge of sweet sweet relief before all of it was snatched from under you

it left you squirming, needy and sore in your commander's lap, pleas falling on deaf ears

there's noises of shifting around you but you don't have the strength to look

before you know it, you're being placed on the now empty coffee table

your shirt is tugged off of you, hands immediately honing in on fondling and groping your chest

your pushed up on the table, your head hanging off the edge

you peer up at the shadow in front of you, eyeing the way their cock twitches mere inches away from your face

they tap their tip against your cheeks before slipping through your lips, their hand on your neck as they used your mouth

your hands were led to more cocks, their hands encasing yours and they fuck into your fist

graves' hand is still between your legs, rubbing against your sweet spot

with a quick whistle, graves moves, his position filled by another shadow

it took mere seconds for the emptiness to be filled again, filled with a thick and heavy cock

each thrust made you gag and sputter around the cock in your mouth

the ones fucking your hands, encasing yours with theirs, squeezing your hand around them tighter

they fucked into your fist even faster, nearing their release as they watched you choke around the cock in your mouth. their release coated your hands in a sticky white gloss

the shadow fucking your mouth, held your head up as he spilled in your mouth

swallowing without a second thought and sticking your tongue out like you always do

the shadow that's situated between your legs, uses the moment to his advantage

holding your thighs up and apart as he spears his cock into you, he twitched twice before painting your walls white

as you tried to process what just happened you were moved from the table to rest against someone's chest

you felt it before you saw it, two cocks pressed against your hole

sandwiched between two of the biggest shadows to take both of their cocks at the same time

one quickly slipped in, holding your hips down as the other shadow slipped in beside him

the stretch burned, making you shiver and arch your back

they moved in opposing rhythms, never leaving you empty

each moan was breathier and whinier than the last

you could barely keep your eyes focused long enough to see the shadows that still have yet to have their turn are hungrily stroking themselves

you're beyond fucked out by the end of the night, clinging onto whoever is in front of you

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2dmanlover · 8 months

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warnings: corruption kink, age gap (40s and 20s), virginity loss, female anatomy and use of ‘girl’, mdni.

price and his new rookie... 18+

price who adores how niave you are, how inexperienced you are in both this line of work and sexual experience. it almost makes him laugh when you lick a stripe up his shaft meekly, nervously sucking on his leaking tip as he pushes you down onto his wide dick. “c'mon, dollface - you can take it all.. ain't that right? these pretty lips takin' it whole...”

his cruel grin makes your panties wet, cunny slick and sloppy as you begin sucking his thick cock. it's a struggle, especially with his girth; wide and veiny and stretching the sides of your mouth before you gag down on his length. a low and guttural chuckle emitting from his chest as he teases you for getting teary eyed.

you should be glad that he doesn't mind the sounds of gagging... face fucking you 'til you're pushing at his hips and whining, nose forced into his musky pubes as he spurts deep into your throat. his large hand cradles the crown of your skull, his hard and stiff cock shoved down your strained, sore throat with his free hand pressed against your nape as he feels himself bulge out.

bent over his desk with his heavy, sloppy cock pressed against your slit, rubbing it against your lips while teasing you for not being able to answer basic questions about the military. he slaps his tip against your sensitive clit, a mewl flowing through swollen lips before gasping, his calloused and rough hand colliding with your tight ass whenever you get the answer wrong. you should know this already, how did you pass selection with your knowledge?

he'll drag out your orgasm, taking draws from his cigar and blowing the smoke into your face, your head tilted to the side as he forces you to maintain eye contact with him. each vein dragging against your soft, gummy walls, full balls smacking against your aching pussy. your captain is ruthless with his pace; rutting into you and rubbing your clit in soothing circles whilst you beg for his cum, pounding against you before slowing down, continuing to deny your desperate release.

only when you're begging, fucking yourself down onto his size frantically will he let you cum. squirting all over important files and reports, your slick and cum coating his hairy, musky balls as he thrusts deep into you - shooting hot strings of load into your tight, virgin hole. “god- fuckkkk..- look at you, rookie. this pussy tightenin' right 'round me.. what a greedy, sweet girl.”

maybe, if you'd been so sweet to him, he'd eat you out. sat on his desk with your legs spread wide open, his face between them as he sucks on your slick covered clit, stimulating the nub with the tip of his tongue. his tongue presses between your wet, sopping slit as you buck into his face, rubbing your sore cunt against his beard and covering him in your scent. god, his beard practically stinks of your pussy afterwards; covered in the aroma of your sweet, nectar juices and the arousal from your needy hole, his tongue curling inside as you moan softly, screaming his name.

“that's captain to you, rookie.”

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brief mentions of size kink, smut, degrading, dumbification (?)

༉‧₊˚. LUMBERJACK!PRICE who finds you knocking on his door after getting lost in the woods and finding an old cabin nearby, begging for a place to stay for the night as a snowstorm was coming on.

who couldn't keep his eyes off your much smaller figure. the brute man had large, muscular arms with a hairy stomach and chest, the fantasy of having you rub you cunny 'til it's swollen on his hairy chest, getting him all wet and sticky from your cum.

LUMBERJACK!PRICE who couldn't help himself from fucking you bent over the table, wiggling your hips to attract him as he eased insides, his girth stretching out your slick cunt.

who found himself pounding into you with a ruthless pace, his meaty and hard cock pressed against against your cervix, bruising it with each thrust.

LUMBERJACK!PRICE who's grasp on your hips was tightening and strong, just like your soft walls wrapped around his size. each thrust stealing the wind from your lungs as he used you like a fleshlight, your sounds reduced to babbles and whimpers.

who degraded you for being stupid enough to get lost, guttural groans and chuckles leaving through his lips as you mewled meekly, panting and grasping at the table as he slammed against your tight ass, destroying and ruining your raw pussy.

and LUMBERJACK!PRICE who spurted thick, hot and sticky cum into your tight hole, panting as he slapped your ass, leaving indents on your hips from his grip. who pulled away from your addictive, tight pussy with a growl before he forced you onto your knees, telling you to clean his heavy cock off.

“mm', y'like tastin' yourself, ain't tha' right, doll? look at you, suckin' on my cock like the greedy girl ya' are.. such a stupid girl, swallowin' my entire cock with that pussy, gonna make you swallow every single drop of my cum, not a fuckin' drop will be wasted, ya' hear me?.”

(banner credit; @cafekitsune)

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2dmanlover · 10 months

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Dbf Miguel O’Hara Headcannons

Dbf = dads best friend

Warnings: Smut, age gap, semi-public sex, fluff, pet names, swearing, spanking,

Part 2

- Definitely calls you princesa, baby girl, and sweetie when he’s talking to you.

- Somehow he’s always making an excuse to be at your dads house, asking about you, wondering where you are.

- He somehow persuaded your dad to give him your number for ‘emergency purposes’. So now he’s always calling you in the morning asking you ‘how’s the pretty girl doing today?’ ‘You wanna come see me princesa?’ And messaging you at night ‘Sweet dreams baby girl’

- Loves fucking you while your families in the other room. His hand would be over your mouth, as he plows into you from behind. Laying behind you as his other arm held up your leg to thrust deeper into you. His muffled grunts and moans hidden behind your hair as his fangs grazed over your neck. His cock hitting your sweet spot every time, as your pink bedsheets hid the lewd scene taking place.

‘Keep it down bitch’ he hissed from behind you, landing a small slap on the plush of your ass. Only causing another mewl to fall from your lips and bounce off your rooms walls. His pace quickened as your sounds got more frequent and louder, almost at full volume at this point. Tears prickling from the corners of your eyes as he rammed into you, setting a ruthless pace—the lustful sounds of skin slapping filling your senses and numbing your thoughts as your eyes flew back and rolled over from the immense pleasure. Your hands were grasping onto the one he had over your mouth, desperately trying to cover the soft whimpers and moans that left without permission.

Your family was hosting a small dinner party in the kitchen, straight across from your room. Your father had heard the strange noises coming from behind your door, he walked over and knocked softly. ‘Honey? Is everything ok in there?’ Hand coming to slowly open the door and reveal the horrid scene you caught yourself up in. As your eyes watched the door open, your mind raced for some answer. You ripped Miguel’s hand from your mouth and blurted out ‘Dad stop! I’m changing!’ You shouted as Miguel’s pace slowed down, almost to a halt as he waited for your father to answer. Almost immediately he slammed the door shut, embarrassment filling your father. ‘S-sorry honey—I’ll stay out’ he reassured, slowly walking back to the party.

- He’s always over when your dads at work, he has his own key of course. Calling you to come downstairs, he watches as your figure walked down to see him. Dressed in a light pink short skirt, the curve of your ass showing as you took small steps down the stairs. He always loved those skimpy little outfits you wore, your whole body basically on display for him to see—and that sweet little smile you always had propped up on your gorgeous face. ‘How you doing baby?’ He’d ask, walking to you and wrapping his strong hands around your soft waist.

- He loves taking you out, asking your dad and of course he says yes. During the summer time he like taking you carnivals, he wins you those cute prizes—always huffing and pouting when he loses. He buys all the food for you, always making sure your not hungry and getting extra sauces for you.

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