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fairy-angel222 · 3 months

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“𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍’ 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 !”

—how the jjk men punish you

ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, nanami, sukuna

cw: smut, overstimulation, choking, recording, degradation, praise, spanking, edging, toy use, mommy kink, daddy kink, squirting, crying, double penetration

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 ✮

Gojo’s a pleasure giver. But he can’t help it if pleasure turns to pain. So when you make him real mad, what else to do but to fuck you till you’re crying. Shaking, begging him to give you a break. Pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your aching cunt with no remorse.

“P-pleasee Sat-oruuu, ‘m sorry-yy.” you cried with a hiccup. “I can’t t-take it. ‘M close again and i-it hurts.”

“It’s all your fault baby. Couldn’t just be a good girl f’ me now could you?” Landing a harsh slap to your overly sensitive clit making you mewl loudly.

You were a mess. Your cheeks stained black from the running of your mascara. The sides of your swollen red lips filled with drool at your constant cries.

A choked scream escaped your lips when Gojo reached down to rub your clit. Your hands flying to his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand away. “Toruuu— uh uh, ‘s too s-sensitive,” you sobbed. Your boyfriend scowling as his other hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

“Unless you want your punishment to be worse, you better behave.” he growled out into your ear. You whimpered as you let go of him, the pace of his thrusts speeding up along with the movement of his fingers. “There we go, good girl.” he cooed.

The coil in your stomach was painfully ready to snap. Your eyes rolling back for what felt like the millionth time and your sobs becoming one with your moans as your body shook. Your pussy clenched down hard on his cock as you squirted, Gojo’s hand rubbing messily at the wetness between your folds.

Gojo laughed darkly, “Seven outa seven times you’ve squirted huh, three more to go and i’m at a new high score.” Lifting you onto your hands and knees despite your tear filled whines of ‘no more.’

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 ✮

Geto’s pretty mean sometimes. When he gets mad he loves to humiliate you. Fucking your throat with a camera in your face, calling you the most degrading names. Then making you watch it when you’re done and threatening to make it public if you ever disobey him again.

“Say hi to the camera slut. Tell them how much of a stupid fucking girl you’ve been,”

You only whine in response, your eyes welling with tears as Geto pushed your head further down on his cock. A loud gag sounding from your throat as your nose pressed against his pubic region, your nails digging into his thighs as you ran out of oxygen.

You let out a gasp for air when Geto roughly pulls your face back up, the camera zoomed into your spit coated chin, your flushed cheeks, and your glassy eyes. His palm landing on your cheek in a hard slap with the sinister tilt of his head. “ Ready to tell them why you’re here like this?”

You hiccuped, biting your lip at the sting flowing through your face. “‘M a bad girl who doesn’t obey instructions.” you whimpered, looking up through wet lashes as Geto smirked down at you. “And ‘s my fault ‘m getting punished.”

“Good girl.” Going back to fucking into your parted lips, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he brought himself to release. Pulling you off of him and spilling his cum all over your face. “Now smile for the camera.”

And you did as told, giving the camera a small smile as the thick white substance dripped onto your exposed chest.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 ✮

Spanks you till your ass is red. Making you count each one and starting again every time you pulled away or reached back to grab his wrists.

“Fort-yy,” you cried, your ass sore as your boyfriend soothed his hands into your flesh. A smile on his face as he nodded in approval. “You did well.”

Then to “reward” you he’s stuffing his cock into you, fucking you sweet and slow till you’re moaning his name. Your head falling back at the feeling of his fingers on your clit.

He fucks you just how he knew you liked it. Until your moans were getting louder and your legs started to tremble. “Ahh— Kentoo, ‘m close,”

Only to smirk down at you when he kissed down your neck, stilling his movements and pulling out of you as you clenched round nothing.

“Sorry sweetheart, bad girls don’t get forgiven that easily.” Walking away from you and leaving you whining with need. Your poor cunt in desperate need of a release.

Nanami’s expression doesn’t change when you beg him to finish the job. Sitting down and sipping his coffee as you attempted to rut your clit against his thigh. “K-kentoo please.”

“If you make yourself cum you get forty more.” he warned, watching as you whimpered pleadingly up at him. Your lips forming into a pout when he ignored you “You’re s-so mean.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you disobeyed me.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 ✮

Toji’s even meaner side comes out when he’s angry, and he loves making you cum till you pass out. But not with his cock.

He leaves you tied to his bed, a gag in your mouth and your hands and legs bound to each corner of its frame. A vibrator strapped to your sensitive clit with a smaller one in you against your g spot.

“W-wait daddy don’t go— pl-ease don’t leave me like this.” you cried, the older man only smiling before gagging you again, waving goodbye before exiting the house.

The toys pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your poor body, your chin covered in your spit and tears. You couldn’t even feel your legs as they trembled, muffled screams falling past your lips as your pussy gushed onto the bed, again.

Your body spasmed, eyes shut tight as you attempted to pull your hips away from the vibrations on your clit. A defeated sob sounding in your throat when you were stopped by your restraints.

At least two hours went by, and your entire body was numb, your eyes struggling to stay open and your breathing heavy as you continued to swallow your tears.

When Toji gets home you’re already gone, the sheets underneath you soaked as you lay limp in the position he left you. Your legs still quivering with your wetness flowing uncontrollably out of your red, swollen cunt.

Toji smirked to himself, that should have taught you a lesson.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ✮

When you make Sukuna mad, he stuffs you full past your limit. “Kuna— don’t think it can fit. ‘S too much.”

“You better fucking take it. Since you wanna be so bad, i’ll make it fit.” Bullying both his cocks into your tight cunt, stretching you wide as he bottomed out in you.

You sobbed loudly, nails digging into his arms as you adjusted around his thick girth. Your head fuzzy and your tears not stopping as he chuckled darkly into your ear. “There you go.”

His hand reaching to wrap around your neck as he forced you to take him deep, your lips parted in silent choked mewls at the fullness. You’re letting out loud cries when he started bouncing you on him, his grin never falling as he thrusted up. Groaning deeply at how hard you tightened down on him.

When you get used to the sting you’re a moaning mess, your head thrown back as you filled the room with your noise. Legs trembling as Sukuna’s cocks both rubbed against your gummy walls.

“F-fuckkk— Kuna ‘m close.”

Sukuna scoffed. “This is a punishment, ya really think i’d let you cum?” he laughed loudly, eyes darkening as he tightened his grip on your throat. “Think again.”

Speeding up his pace until you were screaming, the coil in your stomach painfully ready to snap as you let your tears fall. “Pl-ease Kunaa. Needa cumm.”

“Yeah? Does my girl wanna cum that bad?” watching as you nodded with a whimper, pressing a hot kiss behind your ear. “Want me to let you cum?”

“Y-es— please.”

“Aww, well that’s too bad, if you cum you’ll never feel any of my cocks in you again.” he warned. A broken whine escaping your throat as your toes curled. You definitely wouldn’t last.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 ✮

Choso is nine out of ten the one under you. But sometimes you make him really mad. And he punishes you the way he knows best.

His fingers on your clit as he lapped up your wetness, his face drenched in your slick and his eyes hazy at your taste. Your hands tied to the headboard above you as you tried to close your legs.

Choso whined into you. “Behave mommy— you always make me take my punishments, time for you to take yours.” His muffled voice against your flesh sending vibrations through your clit.

“Ch-oso— baby, you know am sorry, that’s enough.” you cried, your legs shaking as he sucked on your sensitive clit. “Choso,” you whimpered, “please baby- mommy can’t take it.”

He smiled widely, “That’s the point.” His hands hooking even tighter around your thighs. “Plus,” he groaned, “You taste sooo good.” Curling his tongue into your hole as you clenched down with a mewl.

“Gonna cum again mommy? Cum all over my face? Your pussy’s so sloppy.” he moaned, messily fucking you into you with his tongue. Your cries loud as you screamed his name incoherently.

Moaning as your sweet pussy gushed into his mouth, swallowing it down with a satisfied moan as he felt himself cum in his sweats. Again.

“‘M almost done mommy— promise.” he chuckled.

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dolldefiler · 4 months

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I'd love to rape and manipulate a friend until she's just a broken rapeslut.

I’d be on top of her, a hand around her neck while I finally get to fondle those perfect tits, pumping my dick in and out of that perfect cunt. She’d be crying, pleading, begging me to stop. She wouldn’t be able to believe that *I* of all people would do this to her. That I’d violate her and spear her hot pussy with my shaft like some feral beast in heat. But her cunt’s been fucked before. This isn’t new to her. I’d tell her that I wouldn’t use her asshole, if she begged like a needy bitch to be fucked. If she told me that she loved my cock. I thrust harder into her, fuelled by the delirious praise and begging uttered between sobs.

Then, I’d get bored. I’d take my length out of her nasty cunt, giving her a second to breathe. Then I’d push into her asshole, burying my cock to the hilt just to hear how loudly she’ll screech. It may be hard, but I’d push through. For her. Knowing I’d taken her anal virginity, that I’d made her produce such inhuman sounds, would make me want to gape that perfect, untouched asshole even more. I’d tell her I’d be gentle if she repeated her praise from earlier, if she really tried this time. She probably wouldn’t be able to speak, the pain of her hole being invaded so brutally silencing her.

I’ll keep thrusting my cock in and out of her, again and again, using her like some anal fleshlight until she can start speaking. Until she can start feverishly trying to convince me how much she loves my cock. If I raped her harder, I’d hear the pain and fear in her voice much more clearly. I’d lose it there. I’d squeeze those fat globes, spread them apart and drain every last fucking drop of cum into her forbidden fuckhole. And then I’d leave her on my dirty mattress, in a pool of sweat, cum, and tears, until I’m ready again.

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lina-lovebug · 4 months

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I'd Fight The Devil

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Background: (Y/N) Morningstar with her partner, Alastor, has decided to put some of the Overlords in their place.

Warning: Alastor being Alastor, mentions of pregnancy but no one's pregnant, and Alastor might have a breeding kink

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"(Y/N)! What a surpri-!"

"I believe that's Princess (Y/N) Morningstar, Heir to the throne of Hell, and Duchess of Chaos - to you," Alastor loved doing this. He adored how (Y/N) had decided to start using her true power, and to bring respect back to her name.

The family name, to be exact.

Valentino chuckled nervously as (Y/N) scoped out the place, her horns ever presenting and tail flicking with annoyance.

"What a pleasure to be hosting you, Princess. What would be the reason for this visit?" Valentino asked, offering her a drink.

"I'm fine, thank you," She dismissed it, already smelling the poison inside the cocktail.

"I'm here to discuss Angel Dust, and your contract with him."

"If he's too much trouble for the hotel, I'll happily-"

"You're the one causing the trouble," Alastor cut him off.

Valentino sputtered, "me?!"

"You can feign innocence all you wish, Val, but I've heard that you've called my sister a bimbo, along with many other colorful names," (Y/N) slowly stood up, leaning over his desk as the lights started to go out - one by one.

"Charlie is nice. She's always been the kinder of us Morningstars, but apparently this makes you think that you can go and soil our name. My father could have strung every sinner on a hook for eternity, torturing you all second by second as your screams sung into our great halls," no one had been unfortunate enough to see the form of (Y/N) Morningstar, and Val was one of them.

Her height expanded to nine feet tall, her pretty black nails forming into claws and her eyes ablaze with scarlet serpent pupils.

And wings - oh great black wings that could make even Adam rethink his attack.

When he was still alive, of course.

"And you sully his gift by mocking us."

"Look, Vox did it first! Okay?! He said you'd never-!" Val tripped on a tentacle that came from her beloved Alastor, who dropped a TV by his feet.

But not just any TV.

"Oh God," Val gasped, "Vox. . .?"

"I took care of him earlier," Alastor grinned, still reminiscent on his screams.

"I couldn't have my dear (Y/N) sully her hands with his filth. But whatever the Princess wants, she gets."

Oh to see her come into her power was as chilling as death itself.

"You're so romantic, Alastor," (Y/N) smiled.

That's when Valentino spotted it. On the left hand of (Y/N) Morningstar was a ruby wedding ring, the band pure gold.

Alastor finally did it.

He climbed up the latter, but not through power.

Well yes, through power, but he certified that it would always be his.

By marrying Lucifers daughter.

"We're matching, isn't it adorable?" Alastor showed off his own wedding band, ruby's encrusted inside of it.

"Now, where were we?" She grinned, and as an engagement gift, the screams of Vox and Valentino were broadcasted throughout all of Hell.

And they say chivalry is dead.

_ ☆ _

"They're fucking crazy."

"They're made for each other."

On that, Angel Dust and Husker could agree.

The lovely couple had become the center of Hells attention after their engagement was announced, and even though Alastor thought it would be hilarious for Lucifer to find out through the papers, she told him first.

And he cried.

"Oh my baby is all grown up!" Lucifer sobbed loudly, clinging onto her legs, "look at you! You-you used to be this small!" Lucifer grabbed a duck, "and you were so tiny and so cute!"

"Am I invited?" Lucifer squeaked, staring up into her eyes.

"Yes, dad," She smiled, bringing him up to his feet, "but we want to wait a bit before we plan anything."

"You know she used to bite my finger?!" Lucifer grabbed the baby pictures of little (Y/N), "look at how small she was! Oh, and this one is my favorite!"

Alastor truly didn't mind how touchy Lucifer had become with him, but thankfully, Lucifer also knew when to stop.

"Wait, is that why you're getting married?! Did you impregnate my daughter?!" Lucifer gasped, shoving his hand on her stomach.

"Dad! Dad, no! I'm not pregnant!" She quickly cleared up.

"Unfortunately," Alastor muttered to himself. Oh to see her belly swell with his children - his own spawn, it made his cock twitch at the thought.

He was fond of children but his own? Oh he'd spoil his little prince or princess with all the blood sacrifices the world had to offer.

"Yeah but you know what marriage entails, kiddo!" He pointed at them both with finger guns, "first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby-oh my GOD I'll be a grandpa!"

He started crying again.

She sighed, "at least we know our hypothetical child will be taken care of."

Alastor nodded, "I could not have picked a better father-in-law."

At this point, Lucifer was ugly crying.

Alastor looked at his beloved with a soft gaze as she tried calming her father down. To be honest, Alastor never thought he would ever find solace in Hell. He anticipated every day being a fight for his life, always looking over his shoulder and always striving for more power. And as cheesy as it sounded, he saw (Y/N) as his shining light. She brought out his sad heart, and for the first time in his life, he wished his mother was with him.

To see just what a wonderful woman he managed to catch.

#alastor imagine #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader

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killuaisaprincess · 1 year

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💖

“What’s wrong, sweettart?”

Killua harrumphs, pulling his arms away and crossing them over his chest.

“If you don’t know, then I don’t even wanna tell you, stupiiiiid!”

Gon gently places Killua on the balcony edge, one arm wrapped around his waist, as Killua looks down, pouting, tears in his eyes.

“Do you not like our honeymoon location?”

Killua shakes his head rapidly, pulling the edges of his sleeves up, and Gon rubs his thumb against Killua’s hip.

“No, you jerk! It’s your dumb shirt!”

All day, all day long…stupid Gon! Leaving his shirt unbuttoned! All the stupid girls were staring all day! Drooling over Gon’s stupid ripped body!

“Stupid! I hate you!”

#Gonkillu #;windy’s stuff #gon x killua #THEY ARE SO CUTEEEEEEE #WHOLESOME FLUFF SLAMS HAND DOWN YES EVEN LITTLE RAUNCHY THINGS #AHHHHHH CUTE MY HEARTTTTT #I ADORE THEM SO MUCH I CANTTTT🥺🥺🥺🤧🤧🤧😭😭😭🙏#GOODBYE MY HEART HNNNNNNN #CUTE I AM GONNA CRY #KI IS JUST THE SMALLEST SOFTEST BABEY EVER OMG I LOVE HIM SO FRICKIN MUCH #I #SOBS LOUDLY #SOFT GKKKK MY LOVEEEEE #🤧😭🥺🙏 🤧😭🥺🙏#CUTE JEALOUS SHY KI IS NOW MY EVERYTHING I NEED MOREEEEE HE DESERVES ALL THE WORLD #THEY ARE SO CUTEEEE HNNNNNN

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xbellaxcarolinax · 11 months

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college!au with miguel omg, hear me out. him slipping into your dorm late at night to help you study—he promised promised promised. but unfortunately, the books and papers are scattered on the floor, the only thing that could be heard in the room are your soft whimpers, his low grunts, and your bed frantically squeaking <3

Thank you for the request! I love this ask sm <3 Not my best work but I hope you like it!

NSFW below the cut

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"Shhh," Miguel cooed, buried balls deep in your cunt, "she's gonna hear us."

Too late. Your roommate was sure to give you an earful in the morning.

You were well past the stage of keeping quiet, your whines and mewls erupting from you as soon as Miguel slithered into your dorm around midnight with the guise of "studying."

Your biochem textbook and endless notes were scattered across your floor,—pens and highlighters decorating your carpet when Miguel swiped them off your cheap spring bed, promising to help you study as soon as he got just a little taste of you.

Well, that was an hour and a half ago and he got much more than just a taste. You both had a midterm in two days, and all he'd done was make you come on his cock twice since he’d arrived. You'd doubted that'd be on the exam.

"M-Miguel," you moaned, tossing your head back against your pillow, your pussy throbbing as he gave a particularly hard thrust, "I-I can't anymore."

"Course you can," he breathed, pressing a kiss to your lips, swallowing the noises bubbling out of you, "just one more," he promised, "just one more and we can study for however long you want, hm? How does that sound?"

Miguel and his stupid promises.

He was slamming into you now, holding your trembling thighs, finding the sweet spot that you so desperately craved. Your bed shook, the wooden headboard banging against the wall with every snap of his hips.

Your body seized, cunt clamping down on his cock and Miguel grunted, slowing down his movements.

"Fuck," he groaned, "you're about to cum, aren't you?"

You didn't answer, caught in a euphoric state when his cock slammed into you just right. You sobbed, clawing at whatever you could get your hands on—your old bed sheets, a loose piece of paper under you, Miguel's toned arms. Your nails sunk into his flesh, raking down, sending him down his own euphoric path.

He groaned loudly when he came, burying his face in your neck as he rode his high, emptying his load inside you. He pulled out a few seconds later, his lidded eyes watching his come trickle out of you and onto your sheets.

You sighed at the sensation, letting your fingers trace over your swollen pussy, your digits swirling through his spend.

Miguel always made you feel good, there was no doubt about that, but you needed to seriously start studying.

He pushed you down gently against the mattress when you tried to move, gripping his cock and slapping it over your sensitive lips.

“Miguel!” You squealed, too weak to thrash against his hold, “We need to study!” He grinned, lowering himself over you to pepper your face with kisses before sliding his length into your wet channel with ease.

“We will,” he tried to persuade you, groaning at your tight heat, “just gimme one more, and we can study, I promise.”

#ask response #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv miguel

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monamipencil · 1 month

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teasing bf! wonwoo with a fleshlight

genre; nsfw, established relationship | warnings; heavy edging, reader is so mean, begging (like so much, he might as well call her mommy) not proofread. mdni <3 | a/n; my mind took off with this one. honestly in love with sub men who beg to cum.

you hum, inspecting the toy your boyfriend had bought recently. it weighs light in your hand, and you poke at the clear ‘flesh’ held inside the plastic container. wonwoo watches with anticipation as you stay silent, investigating the sex toy.

he would be lying if he said that he isn’t turned on by the thought of you using a fleshlight on him. especially, after seeing that damned video pop up on his homepage on twitter. he was flabbergasted to see a nude video pop up out of nowhere. then it turned into intrigue when he actually watched it. (and, it was on his homepage ‘cause mingyu liked it, promptly receiving a scolding from the older).

his dick is already hard and straining painfully beneath his boxers, heart pounding and eyes wide with anticipation. and he’s hanging onto sanity by a thread, which breaks when you smirk up at him. your smirk turns into laughter when you look at your boyfriend who is seated obediently on the couch, staring at you with wide, cute eyes.

he laughs along with you, well, he tries to. his heart is in his throat, and heat licks skin, pricks of sweat forming on his skin. you inch closer to him, shifting to flash him your cleavage. “you’ll let me use it on you?” you ask, noting the deep breath he takes before nodding eagerly. he’s way too eager, immediately pulling his shirt off. you let out a heart laugh again and he joins in, smiling at you with a blush.

oh, how that smile is gonna be wiped off.

the cuffs chained to your bedpost clinks as wonwoo strains his hands against them, whining and bucking his hips into the fleshlight. “ah, ah, ah,” you tease, pulling the toy off him completely. you’ve been doing this for the past 20 minutes or so. when wonwoo asked you to use the fleshlight on him, he didn’t think you’d do this.

he easily complied to your request of cuffing him. oh, how he regrets it now. all those times he was mean to you in bed is really coming back to bite his ass now. you sink the toy down on his tip and you stop, not going down any further as you’ve been doing for the past few minutes.

you’re straddling his thighs as he lays on the bed, wiggling around and whining. “pleasee, pleasee!” he begs, legs trembling and his cock abused. his glasses fog up, his eyebrows knit together and he whines again. the sight is so addicting that you don’t want to stop. he looks so pretty like this. at your disposal.

wonwoo’s mind is numb with zero thoughts, he only wants you to fuck him with the fleshlight. his cock is rock hard and untended as you continue teasing his tip. the feeling of the meaty fleshlight wrapping around his bulbous tip is so euphoric yet torturous. he strains again, pushing his hips upward again but to no avail as you pull the toy away from him.

he’s about to cry at this point. sure he has edged himself sometimes and you did too but not to this extent. to the point where he’s so blinded by pure lust and neediness. he feels the sobs in his chest and his lips quiver, the pending orgasm building up in his stomach. but you don’t give him the satisfaction, pulling away every time he’s about to cum.

“please, y/n, pleaseee! i’m begging you. just, just.. i don’t know. fuckk, pleasee…” he begs and you smile sadistically at him. his chest heaves heavily with labored breaths and a sheen of sweat covers his body in a heavenly glow. fucking hell, he looks pretty under you, writhing for pleasure.

you bend down, taking the toy off him to lick his sensitive tip. he gasps, feeling your warm mouth wrap around his aching tip. that’s his breaking point. warm tears cascade down his face and he sobs as you bob your head up and down. he curses loudly, pushing his hips forward and accidentally gagging you. you gag on his length and he gasps, cumming down your throat without warning.

his vision goes black after reaching the high he’s been chasing for the past half an hour. you choke on his cum, trying to swallow but cannot as you spit it out on his cock. he came so much. you take in his form again. his legs are trembling and his mouth is parted as he takes quick, deep breaths. his chest rises up and down, and his cock and abs are covered in his cum.

you take off his glasses and he looks at you, eyes blurred with tears. a lazy smile decorates his face and he leans in when you touch his cheek. that was probably the best orgasm he’s ever had and he’s about to thank you, thinking that you’re going to uncuff him now. but he watches as you back down, grabbing the fleshlight and his now flaccid dick again.

oh, you’re far from done.

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia

#wonwoo #wonwoo smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo hard hours #wonwoo x reader

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undiscovered-horizon · 6 months

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Hi! I really enjoy your one piece writings, they have given me so much comfort when I don't feel okay 😭

Can I please get a Mihawk (I'm completely in love w this man aah) imagine where his wife is a sensitive person who gets sad when someone is rude to them but they feel insecure couse they think it's stupid

Thank youuuuuu ❤️🥺

First of all, I'm honoured that I can provide a source of comfort to you. I'm glad my work has made you feel better in your time of need.

Second of all: oh yessss bestie this hits the spot. It also reminds me of a wonderful scene in The Gentlemen (10/10, highly recommend) [it also hits close to home because I am a sensitive person]

The thing about strong people is that they make others want to be just as strong, which isn't always easy if even possible. You've always known you're a little 'softer' than most people but only after marrying Mihawk did you find the difference in temperament bothersome. Instead of considering your sensitivity a fact of nature, you've begun to find it a flaw, something that you should change about yourself.

You've never admitted it to yourself but the truth is plain and simple - you think it's embarrassing. That Mihawk will find your sensitivity embarrassing. Maybe if you had been up-front about it with your husband, you'd learn that he adores your soft heart. If he felt forthcoming enough, perhaps you'd even hear that you're the source of warmth and light in his life. Hence he calls you his 'sun'.

To say that Mihawk grew concerned when he heard your muffled sobs would be like not saying anything. A delicious euphemism at best. Anger and fear bubble inside his chest. There's a strange itch in his hands that eggs him to wreak havoc.

"Apple of my eye," his voice carries well through the rather empty room you're both staying at currently. "What is the meaning of this?"

Frantically wiping away your tears, you look over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Mihawk is leaning against the doorframe, blocking the entrance if you so wish to run away from this situation.

"Oh, it's nothing. Really, I'm alright. No need to worry," you half-heartedly attempt to reassure him.

The swordsman loudly exhales through his nose. He's your husband, worrying about you is his duty. In slow steps, Mihawk walks over to the edge of the bed where you're sitting. Pride and titles as if forgotten, he drops on one knee in front of you. One of his hands gently squeezes your knee.

Unsure what's the best way to go about these circumstances, you timidly meet his intense gaze. The passion in his yellow eyes makes you think of a maelstrom captured in a jar - something devastating held back by a miracle. He's already seething, just doesn't yet know who exactly to direct his violence at.

"Indulge me," he prompts you to confide in him. There's a rare sense of pleading in his tone.

So indulge him you do - you tell Mihawk all about the unpleasant encounter with a local tearaway. Your husband tries his best to control his expression as you recount the unambiguously offensive words, unwanted touches and threats of real violence coming from someone who was probably looking for a cowardly scapegoat to vent his anger. As you continue your story, tears just keep rolling down your cheeks, fear and humiliation finally finding their way out of your heart.

"I know I'm being stupid," you mumble as you clumsily wipe your face, "he was just rude and it's not like he actually hurt me but-"

Mihawk's touch makes you cut your sentence short. His hand, its skin rough and calloused, gently cups the side of your face. Your hot, salty tears disperse as his thumb slowly rubs them away. Something about the tenderness of his touch, of hands that have killed and maimed, is enough to make you feel like you're about to break in his arms. Even if you do, you know that when dawn breaks you will be whole again, put back together with the unending love Mihawk holds for you.

"You've always been too good, my sun," he tells you in a low voice. He could have said 'too soft' or 'too sensitive' but then his remark would come off as deceitful as it would suggest his dislike towards your nature. Nothing of that sort - Mihawk genuinely thinks you're a better person than most people walking this plane. And he'd rather succumb to torture than let anyone make you feel bad about that.

The man leans in and places his warm lips against your forehead. Without much effort, he lays you down on the bed and you let him. Even if you wanted to fight back, you're way too tired to do so.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing your face, neck, arms and back as he's waiting for you to fall asleep. The anticipation doesn't require much patience - Mihawk's tender touches lull you to peaceful slumber rather swiftly. When he's sure that you're asleep, he kisses your forehead again before cautiously leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Perhaps he can't turn back the time and make the offending man choke on his words but he can ensure that the tearway won't hurt you ever again. Someone resting in peace so you can rest peacefully is a good bargain.

Mihawk knows exactly who he's looking for. He made a note of a certain characteristic trait you had mentioned - an earring with a single, red-coloured feather. It doesn't seem like a piece of jewellery that would be common anywhere.

It doesn't take much to find the tearaway. He makes his presence well-known as he stumbles out of a tavern, his legs almost giving away with each step.

So he assaults random women minding their business and then gets blackout drunk. It's pathetic enough to consider his death merciful.

Staying true to his name, the swordsman stalks his prey before lunging. Appearing as another patron of the inn, Mihawk follows the stranger around the corner towards barns, stables and pigstys. Fitting place for the likes of him, Dracule thinks to himself.

The man with the curious earring staggers his way towards a drinking trough. He's fumbling with his pants, desperately trying to pull them down to relieve himself but his fingers are not dextrious enough.

Mihawk picks up the pitchfork leaning against the barn wall. In one, swift motion he gores the tool through the back of the man's knee. A guttural scream tears through the night as he falls to the ground.

The swordsman grabs a fistful of the tearaway's hair. He forces the kneeling man to look up into his seething, yellow eyes.

"Do I owe you money?" The man is slurring his words. He squints his eyes, trying to focus his hazy vision on Mihawk and, possibly, recognize his creditor. "It's money, isn't it? Shit, just give me two days, man. I'll give it back with interest."

"I don't care about money."

Instantaneously, panic appears in the tearaway's eyes. Did he just find himself in the same position he's put hundreds of people in to cure his own boredom and need for grandiosity?

"Then what it is?!" he shouts, fear settling in his viscera. Dracule's calmness put together with the sheer hatred emanating from him makes for a deeply unsettling impression.

"You hurt my wife," comes the answer. The fist clenching the man's hair tightens its hold further, threatening to tear off his scalp. "My wife," Mihawk growls.

But before the tearaway can ask for clarification, his head is forced into the drinking trough. Surprised and scared, oxygen is escaping him fast. Soon, his throat and chest begin to clench and throb painfully. Dark spots dance across his vision, foreboding blindness.

Then, Mihawk pulls his head just above the surface. The man desperately gasps for air.

"If you believe in a god," the swordsman begins in a low voice shaking with anger and adrenaline, "I suggest you start praying. Fast."

The tearaway's head is forced underwater again but this time, Mihawk keeps it there until the ruffian's body stops trembling and shaking. After that, Dracule waits for a while longer - just for good measure.

You're woken up by the creaking of doors as they slowly open. Blinking sleep away from your eyes, you look over your shoulder only to experience a sort of deja vu: Mihawk is standing in the doorway. Before you can ask about his strange behaviour, your husband makes his way to you in long, quick strides. He kneels on the floor beside the bed.

Mihawk takes your hand in his. He takes something out of his pocket and places it in your palm. You recognize the red feather earring immediately. And is that... a piece of skin still attached to it? Gently, your husband closes your fist and lifts your hand to place a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

"The rat has paid for its sins," he whispers to you. Judging by the intense look in his eyes, you don't want to know the details of this story.

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i-turned-into-the-stone · 2 months

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Smut dump 1: Wonyoung

Rough idea: Unfortunately, I lost the ask. It's about helping Wonyoung find the toilet at an event cause she wants to pee. I think it's pretty much something like that.

Trigger warning: noncon and piss

As the head supervisor, I wandered around the backstage area of the venue, keeping an eye out for any issues during the Miu Miu show event. That's when Wonyoung, one of the attendees, rushed up to me looking frantic.

"Sir, I really need to find the restroom. I'm about to pee myself!" she pleaded, squirming slightly.

I eyed her slim frame in the short skirt that complimented her slender long legs and curves. An evil grin crossed my face as I grabbed her arm firmly. "Don't worry, I'll show you where it is."

I pulled the protesting girl down a dimly lit hallway, away from the chaos. Pushing her against the wall, I pressed my body against hers, pinning her there.

"Please sir, what are you doing?! I really have to go!" Wonyoung whimpered, trying to squirm free.

"Oh, you'll get to go alright," I growled, running my hands over her trembling form. I hiked up her skirt, exposing her panty-covered pussy. She gasped as I ripped them off, tossing the shredded fabric aside.

I unbuckled my belt, freeing my thick, veiny cock. Without warning, I shoved the entire length deep inside her tight, unprepared pussy. Wonyoung cried out in a mix of pain.

As I ruthlessly pounded her tight pussy, her cries echoing down the hallway. I didn't care if anyone heard - I was going to use this petite slut's body for my pleasure.

"Please, it hurts!" she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. But her sopping wet cunt told a different story as I relentlessly slammed into her depths over and over.

With one hand, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. With the other, I groped and mauled her perky little tits through the flimsy shirt material. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as I ravaged her helpless form.

"You like that, you little whore?" I snarled, increasing the brutal pace. "Your pussy's gripping my cock so tight. Such a needy slut."

Wonyoung could only respond with desperate whimpers and cries as I used her. Her makeup ran in streaks down her cheeks from the torrent of tears. But her tight cunt clenched and throbbed around my invading member, betraying her body's twisted arousal.

I released her hair to grab her hips instead, pulling her fragile form onto my pistoning cock again and again. The sounds of flesh smacking together and her muffled sobs filled the air, mixing with the thick, musky scent of her ravaged pussy.

I glanced over and saw our reflection in a nearby mirror - the sight of me violently slamming into Wonyoung's helpless body from behind was deliciously depraved. I grinned wickedly at her tear-streaked, agonized expression in the glass.

"Look at yourself, you little slut," I growled, giving her hair another harsh yank to force her gaze towards the mirror. "Getting used like the cock sleeve you are. Fucking take it!"

I increased the harsh pace even more, my hips smacking loudly against her ass with each punishing thrust. Wonyoung's body shook from the force of my assault, her pert tits slightly bouncing under the thin shirt.

In the mirror, I watched her tight, hairless pussy stretching obscenely around my shaft as I buried myself to the hilt inside her repeatedly. Her swollen little clit peeked out from between her flushed folds with each stroke.

"You love getting that tight cunt ruined, don't you whore?" I mocked, giving her ass a stinging slap that left a hand print.

Wonyoung could only respond with a choked sob, her eyes rolling back as I relentlessly punched her cervix. Her nails scrabbled uselessly at the wall, trying and failing to find purchase as I rutted into her abused slit like a feral beast.

I felt my balls tightening as Wonyoung's convulsing pussy milked my cock. With a growl, I slammed my full length into her battered depths one final time and unleashed a thick, potent load. Spurt after spurt of my hot seed flooded her womb, painting her velvety walls white.

"Take it all, you fucking slut!" Giving her ass a few more harsh slaps as I emptied my balls inside her.

Wonyoung's only response was a hoarse, broken whimper as my cum seeped out around my still-buried shaft, trickling down her thighs. Her trembling body went limp against the wall, thoroughly used and defiled.

Pulling out with a lewd squelch, I snickered at the wrecked mess of her gaping, cum-dripping pussy. I tucked my spent cock back into my pants and straightened my clothes, not caring about the sobbing, ruined girl sliding to the floor.

"Clean yourself up, slut," I spat, turning on my heel and striding away, leaving Wonyoung to try and collect herself in the dim hallway, her insides still flooded with my seed.

As I walked away from Wonyoung's crumpled, abused form, I heard a soft hissing sound behind me. Glancing back, I saw a puddle spreading out from between her thighs - this desperate little slut had lost control and started pissing herself right there on the floor.

"Aw, did the little whore finally get to go potty?" turning back to watch the pathetic display.

Wonyoung could only whimper in humiliation and shame as her piss gushed out, soaking her thighs and the floor beneath her. My thick load slowly oozed out of her used cunt as well, mixing with the growing puddle.

I strolled back over and grabbed a fistful of her hair again, forcing her to look up at me with those big, haunted eyes. "Look at you, you fucking disgusting mess. Pissing yourself like a baby after getting that tight little cunt wrecked."

Giving her head a harsh shake, I shoved her face down into the warm puddle, making her choke and sputter on the mixture of her own piss and my cum. "Drink it up, slut. Clean up your fucking mess."

Wonyoung gagged and sobbed, but had no choice but to obey as I ground her face into the foul puddle. By the time I finally released her hair, she was an utterly broken, defiled mess - covered in piss, cum, and ruined makeup, her holes still lewdly gaping and leaking my seed.

With one last contemptuous sneer, I turned and strode away, leaving the whimpering wreck of a girl to wallow in her own filth.

Tried writing in 1st person POV for the first time so let me know if you guys want more 1st POV in the future smut. It's easier to write too, tbh.

#kpop smut #wonyoung smut #ive smut #jang wonyoung #smut dump

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marycorcaroli · 8 months

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riding w zoro, while his hands are tied.

18+, riding, fem!reader.

rules ; masterlist.

zoro, who for the first time in his life lets you ride him and...tie his hands to the headboard of the bed. he sees your face red with tears of pleasure, and zoro hasn't even touched you. you try to move on his huge cock, it's hard, but you can't stop yourself, because it's so...wonderful?

and zoro makes it worse, even when he's vulnerable, pushing his hips into yours and hitting all the right spots. and he's not ashamed, he's doing it to make you cum as hard as he can.

"z-zoro...please stop..."

you flap your eyelashes innocently and try to get the words out, but that cock inside you that's just getting harder and harder.

"aww, my little baby can't take this cock? i thought you were a big girl, and you are so shy and don't know how to do anything..ahh such a problem." zoro says this with an obvious smirk on his lips, mentally urging you to stop and let him do all the work, because you're already tired, but...who would give him that chance?

deep inside, zoro loves it, loves the way you try to satisfy him and make him cum, you shake with your fantastic orgasm, make the most pornographic moans and sobs, and obediently do everything you can to make it happen to zoro.

your whole room is filled with the slapping of your hips against his as zoro tries to break the ropes so he can finally touch you, run his hands over your beautiful curves, and kiss you as hard as he can.

"come on, come on, baby, do your best for your lover, make me feel good, you want to be surprised later, don't you?"

and you will do whatever he says. you start bouncing harder and harder without stopping for a second, zoro has never moaned loudly before but because of you he will, he sees how much you like his sounds and he wants to make sure it will be the only thing you will listen to all the time. your claws scratch his chest and squeeze his nipples hard, then zoro grunts in pleasure.

when you reach your orgasms and when you finally collapse on zoro's chest, absolutely out of breath, trying to catch a little air, your chest heaving with each exhalation and your heart pounding aggressively, you have just had an orgasm you have never had before and all in a matter of minutes.

even zoro didn't know you could do that, to last so long. he felt you all over and he feels you now, your bodies literally stuck to each other and it's impossible to get them apart.

slowly moving closer to zoro's neck and nuzzling into it, you feel his smirk as he kisses your temple and down to your earlobe, telling you some nice words to let you know how good you are to him.

"you've done a great job, i love you, know that, i'm proud of you."

#one piece live action #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #zoro roronoa #zoro #zoro x reader #ronoroa zoro #zoro smut #rononoa zoro smut #one piece zoro #one piece smut #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #mackenyu #arata mackenyu #mary ♡

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