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currently freaking out about the new episode of midnights mayhem with me but i want dream to degrade me smh

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Dream would he so good at degrading someone. He’d be so fucking condescending with all of it, the tone of his voice going from sweet to mocking in a matter of seconds.

You could be on your knees in front of him listening to his directions but you moved right not left, and of course he had to point it out

“Such a dumb fucking slut, you can’t even move the right way. Is there nothing in that head of yours?” He’d grip your hair forcing you to look up at him, giving him complete control. “Since you’re so incapable of simple things how about you just open that whore mouth of yours and let me do the work since that’s all you’re fucking good for”

Do you like dirty talk ? If yes feel free to write me id love that:) Im a huge fan of breeding and impregnating

God I LOVE dirty talk. If you check out my writing ‘teacher’s pet’ you can see an example of what I like there, but since you asked so nicely I’ll write something special just for you ;)

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He grunted as he thrust deeper, the head of his cock grinding against her cervix. “I love this tight pussy of yours.” He gave a short thrust and she cried out under him. “I’m gonna fuck your wet little hole so deep you’re going to taste my cum in your throat. You won’t be able to sit down for days by the time I’m done with you—won’t be able to walk without feeling my cock between your legs fucking you like the whore you are.” He twisted his hand in her hair and started pounding her cunt in earnest, cock reaching deep inside with each thrust, balls slapping against her ass as he took her. “I’m gonna cum inside you, flood your vulnerable womb with my seed, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. You just have to lie here and take it as I breed you.” He growled as she whimpered, thrusts becoming rougher until he was rocking the whole bed. “What were you expecting when you spread your legs for me you fucking slut? For me to not use your tight hole for my pleasure? For me not to fuck you full of my seed?” She tried to half-heatedly plead for him to pull out, but he shoved her face further into the pillow. “Shut the fuck up. I’m going to cum where I want and where I want is your cunt.” There was no more talking after that, just a few more deep thrusts before he slammed into her as deep as he could and came against her cervix.

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Degradation is *clicks tongue* top tier.

Don’t Scream - Ghostface

Pairings: Ghostface x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Slight Degradation, Dirty talk, Oral (f! receiving), mentions of murder/breaking in entry, swearing, 18+ reader 

Summary: your family is away for the weekend your secret admirer, Ghostface, decides to make a move on you, 

Word Count: 5.1k (5,122)

A/N: Mmmm this is my first post on tumblr and I’ve posted fanfic and stuff on wattpad before so this is not my first fanfic. This was an idea that I had come up with in honor of Halloween so I actually finished writing this on October 31st. My friend had inspired me to write this because of the new Ghostface tik tok voice thingy. If anybody has any recommendations feel free to leave them but if you do just know that it may take a while for me to get around to doing them because I have a lot of request by friends and etc. Enjoy this I guess lol…

You said goodbye to your parents and your younger brother as they left for the weekend. They were going to visit your grandparents, sadly you couldn’t go because you had work and exams to prepare for. Thus leaving you busy and alone at home, your parents trusted you to stay home by yourself for a long period of time like this. They knew you were very capable and knew how to be responsible and take care of yourself. Your mom left you $100 just in case you needed anything only for an emergency though. 

Standing by the window you waved goodbye to your family, “bye,” you murmured to yourself as you watched the car pull out of the driveway. You sat back down at the coffee table on the floor continuing your work and listening to music. You enjoyed having the house to yourself it gave you peace of mind, making you feel productive. 

You breezed through half of your work feeling accomplished, deciding to take a break you walked into the kitchen seeing the money your mom left you on the counter. Two fifty dollar bills, grabbing it you settled that you were going to order a medium-sized pepperoni pizza. Even if you didn’t finish the whole thing you’d have leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Picking up your phone you ordered the pizza which would be here in 20 minutes tops. 

A short while later the pizza had arrived, “That’ll be $10.50,” you handed the pizza deliverer the money. “Thank you,” you said while closing the door behind you quickly, it was pretty chilly outside and you were only wearing shorts and a shirt. Sitting down on the couch you turned on the tv catching up on episodes of a show you started but never got to finish. Not even a few minutes later you saw your phone screen light up with your friends’ name, “Heyy,” you said while still focusing on the television. 

“Hey, what are you doing? I had nothing else to do so I called you.” 

“I’m eating pizza and watching TV, I was studying and just doing some work but I am taking a break, it’s really quiet here,” you said. 

“Oh yeah, your family isn’t home right?”

“Yeah they’ll be gone for the weekend so I am all by my lonesome but I’m enjoying it so far, I don’t know how I feel about sleeping in this house by myself though.” You looked around the room as if someone was there looking at you. “You’ll be fine you can call me if anything,” before you could reply your call was interrupted with another call coming in. It wasn’t a number you recognized either not thinking of it you hung up. “Sorry, we were cut off some random number was calling me. Anyways thanks, next time you should sleep over my parents trust me.” You adjusted your position. “Yes! Sleepover,” your friend was overly excited. 

“Okay, so anyways I was thinking that-,” you were then cut off by another phone call…the same number. Maybe the person had the wrong number you thought, so you picked it up. “Hello? Whoever this is you may have the wrong number…” you trailed off. The line went silent for a second. “Oh no I have the right number and the right person, I just want to have a little fun with you,” your face flushed pale as to who this was and what they could want with you, the robotic weird sounding voice on the other side of the phone sounded creepy and menacing. 

The hair on your arms and neck rose your throat going dry, “Is this a prank call? Because this isn’t funny.” You tried to play it off that you weren’t even a tad bit scared. “No sweetheart this isn’t a prank call, why are you scared? Your voice seems a little shaky,” you could hear his smirk from the other end. “Fuck you!” And with that, you hung up the phone. Your friend was still on the line seeming worried at the sudden disconnection, “y/n what happened?! Are you okay you seem pale,” you shook your head. “No no no I’m fine it was just that person that called me on that number before…it was weird but let’s just please push that aside.” You both continued with your conversation as if nothing happened. 

Not even a few minutes later the number appears on your screen once again, “What the fuck.” You sat up with a look of annoyance on your face. Picking up the phone once again you were getting pissed off at this point. “What do you want please stop calling me,” you spoke in an annoyed tone. “Don’t think I can do that…so I think you should listen because if you hang up the phone one more time I’m gonna slit your fucking throat.” Your eyes widened at his comment your mouth went dry, he spoke in a calm eerie voice. You couldn’t tell if this was a joke anymore but this is something you didn’t want to take lightly. “Mmm seems like you want to hear what I have to say now, good girl.” Your whole body tingled all over at the pet name, trying to shake off the feeling you focused and listened to what he had to say.

“You see usually I just kill my so-called victims if that’s what you want to call them, but you, I’ve had my eye on you for a while and I don’t want to kill you I want to keep you around as my little plaything, so if you don’t want to die I suggest you cooperate.” You’re breathing became shallow. 

“Do you understand? Y/n?” The air in the room suddenly felt like it was compressed it was as if all the wind had been knocked out of you. How did he know your name? “How do you know my name?…” he slightly laughed. “I don’t think that matters right now does y/n? Pretty name for a pretty girl it suits you. But right now how about you text your friend and tell them something came up but it’s nothing to worry about and you’ll call them in the morning.” Not wasting any time you shakily sent the message waiting for his next demand. 

“Good girl now for this last step and it’s very simple, close your eyes…I’ll tell you when to open them.” You closed your eyes tears threatening to spill from them as you were ridden with fear. You couldn’t even think straight. The constant thought of “am I gonna die?” ran through your mind like a broken record. The sound of the TV in the background tuning it out like static. Before you could even take another breath you felt a large clothed hand wrap around your mouth and another hand snake across your body holding you close by your waist. 

“Don’t scream,” you heard a low voice talking into your ear. Your whole body began shaking all over your heart pumping as if it was about to come out of your chest. You began whimpering and breathing heavily into the hand that covered your mouth. “Relax I’m not gonna hurt you unless…” You felt something cold drag across your cheek down towards your throat. A knife. “I have to but we don’t want that do we?” You shook your head no. “Now I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth if you try anything you know what happens, you can open your eyes too,” you nodded.

His hand slipped away from your mouth, opening your watery eyes you were faced with a guy in a mask. He wore all black, a robe, and black boots, the white of his mask sticking out among the whole outfit. He was nicely built but sort of lean and he was tall maybe 5’11 or 6’0, taller than you though. He walked closer to you kneeling down towards your height, his raised his hand towards your face wiping the tears from around your eyes. “You look pretty when you cry but I rather see you cry from other things,” he snickered as your face became flustered at the thought of his comment. 

“So y/n do you have a boyfriend or anything, by the look of it I’d say no,” he asked nonchalantly. What was that supposed to mean you thought…by the look of it? You shook your head no while looking down at both of your feet. “Mmm I like the sound of that,” it was difficult to stare at him not only because he was a murderer, he was wearing a mask and there were no eyes to make eye contact with. “You know you can relax around me, just because I’m a murderer doesn’t mean I’m not a person. I said I wasn’t going to hurt you.” 

“Yeah he’s a person but he still has killed people and how many people has he said that too before,” you thought. 

“You don’t trust me do you?, well it seems I’m going to have to gain your trust in a short period.” You furrowed your eyebrows wondering how he was going to get you to trust him. “First things first whenever I ask you a question you have to reply with words got it?” You looked at him with low eyes, “Yes,” you murmured out. “Good, so what do you like to do for fun y/n?” you watched him as he sat down next to you on the sofa waiting for your reply to his question. “Uh I like to read and draw and hang out with my friends and stuff I also write, but it honestly determines what you consider fun so…” you trailed off waiting for his witty reply. “True, I like reading as well and movies…scary movies or horror movies,” he chuckled. “What kind of books do you like to read?” he leaned back into the sofa making himself comfortable as if he was at home. “I like the usual romance book but I also really enjoy thrillers and mystery books like stuff with kidnappings or murder and poetry books,” he laughed at your response. “You like murder books interesting well then I guess you should be enjoying our little interaction right now huh?” you rolled your eyes at his snarky comment. “I saw that little eye roll is someone loosening up,” you rolled your eyes again this time you asked him a question. “So what do you like to do for fun besides killing people and bothering me,” he turned his head out of curiosity with a possible expression of shock on his face at your sudden question, if you could see his face. “Ooo now I’m being interrogated, well besides being a murderer I enjoy reading as I said before and something else we share in common is drawing…yes I have talent besides getting away with murder,” you smirked at his attempt of making a joke. “Well if you can draw as good as you say you can then draw me something,” you said. He hummed in response. 

Looking around the coffee table he saw your sketchpad that lay slightly hidden under all of the schoolwork. Grabbing the sketchbook he grabbed your mechanical pencil as well. He opened the sketchbook upon an empty page, “okay look at me I am going to draw your gorgeous face,” your face heated up at his compliment he was too into drawing already to notice. You watched him as he looked up at you from time to time sketching your face, you didn’t dare to look at his work until he was done. You wanted to be surprised. 

Were you warming up to a serial killer? 

15 minutes had passed and he was still working on his drawing. He was focused on it and was even getting closer looks at your face to add small details. “Okay, I am done.” He held the sketchpad to his chest then slowly turned it to reveal it to you. “Oh wow,” you stared at the drawing in awe. It looked exactly like you, every detail from the eye creases to the shape of your hair, it was phenomenal. “This is beautiful…” your words trailed off. Taking the drawing away from his hands you held it close to you looking at every part of it. He watched you fall in love with the sketch and chuckled causing you to look up at him. “Can I keep it?” You asked staring at him. His face blushed under his mask at your adoration, “Of course let me just…” he picked up the pencil signing his name at the bottom. Ghostface.

“Hmm Ghostface? I like it,” you weirdly enjoyed the comfort he gave you. “It wouldn’t be fair to have you just draw something for me and not let me return the gesture. Okay, now you look at me.” You quickly sketched something across your page only having the sketch take a few minutes to draw since there wasn’t much to sketch anyways. “Ok look,” you moved closer to him the heat from your body radiating off on him. “Do you like it?” He hummed. You looked at his face wanting to see what he looked like and what expression he was making. “Can I keep it as well?” You nodded putting your signature on the paper.

“Here,” you handed him the drawing watching him fold it and slip it in his pocket. You went back to admiring his drawing of you tracing your fingers lightly on the piece of art. “Do you really like it that much,” he leaned forward moving directly next to you, bodies touching each other that you could envelop each other in a hug. He put his arm around the back of the couch waiting for you to lean back into the couch to pull you even closer to him. He watched your little shorts ride up your thigh and your hardened nipples through your T-shirt. “Yeah I love it, it’s amazing,” you smiled looking at him then turning back around. His heart did backflips looking at your smile. He just wanted to grab you and have his way with you. He wanted to do so many bad things to you. 

You leaned into him trying to show him something, “I love how you did your shading especially with the tiny details,” you pointed showing him what you were talking about specifically. He wrapped his arm around your back using his hand to point out his detailing, you became flustered at this position and how close the both of you were to each other. You looked up at him from time to time as he spoke, he closed off his explanation waiting for you to ask something else. With nothing else to say you just stared at the drawing some more he looked at you and down at both of your bodies. 

“Y/n look at me,” you turned and looked at him out of curiosity. He studied your face his eyes working their way down to your lips, “Close your eyes, do you trust me?” You nodded yes closing your eyes along with your reply. You heard some slight shuffling noises, feeling his hand on your jawline moving his fingers across your face. You felt his thumb reach your lips moving his finger back and forth against your lower lip. Before you could say anything you felt two warm lips on yours, gasping you felt his tongue enter your mouth. His hands made their way from your face down to your body grabbing your hips pulling you onto his lap, wrapping your legs around him with your eyes still closed. His hands grabbed your ass sliding his hands up your shorts, your lips still connected your hips involuntary moving against him. “Fuck,” he groaned into the kiss as your movements made him hard. 

Removing his hands from your ass he slid them up your shirt grabbing both of your breast squeezing and flicking your nipples. “Shit, please keep doing that,” you whimpered against his mouth, you broke the kiss putting your head in the nape of his neck grinding your hips against his dick. The both of you groaned nonstop, his hands now moving to the hem of your shirt tugging at it signaling for you to take it off. Sitting up you grabbed the bottom of your shirt pulling it over your head he watched your breast bounce, his hands moved up and down your bare skin cupping your breast. “So soft,” he looked to the side seeing a tie lay on top of the couch he stretched out his arm grabbing it. “Whose tie is this,” he asked looking up at you, your eyes still closed. “It’s probably my dad’s, why?” He looked at the tie. 

“Come here, I’m gonna tie it around your eyes,” you leaned downwards your bare chest touching his chest. You felt his arms go around your head the tie wrapping around your eyes now not being able to see anything. “I can’t have you see my face but you can’t keep your eyes closed like this the whole time,” you wanted to see his face but that’s one thing he couldn’t trust you with. “Is it too tight?” You shook your head. “Good come here, sit up,” you sat up leaning forward slightly with your hands on his chest. You couldn’t see anything waiting for what he was gonna do. Suddenly you felt his hands on your lower back his lips kissing up your chest latching his mouth onto your left breast. Your back arched as you moaned quietly but loud enough for him to hear, he hummed hearing you moan. His hand moved down in between your legs slipping his hand in your shorts pushing your panties to the side, you felt the leather of his gloves touch you. You gasped at the sudden contact his thumb touched your swollen clit, he had barely touched you and you were already coming undone. “M-maybe you should take off your gloves so you can-,” he removed his mouth from your now swollen nipple and chuckled deeply cutting you off. “So what? So I can finger you? Huh?” you whimpered not wanting to respond, “Come on sweetheart tell me what you need,” you rode your hips into his thumb, the nickname making you wetter. “Finger me…” you spoke hoarsely. “Say please,” he spoke teasingly. “Please,” you said softly rolling your hips biting your bottom lip. He watched you do that little move groaning, “Fuck you’re so hot,” he talked lowly. 

He removed his hand from in between your legs, looking at the wetness on his glove. “Your so wet, I wish you could see this,” you rolled your eyes under the makeshift blindfold knowing that he wouldn’t let you see anything. He took off his gloves throwing them onto the coffee table, “Take off your shorts and panties,” you obeyed his order blindly slipping off your bottoms tossing them on the floor now standing completely naked in front of him. “Lay back on the sofa gorgeous, legs spread,” he watched you lay down on the couch your stomach going up and down, your thighs beginning to close because you knew he was staring at you, “Don’t be shy keep them open, I haven’t had a taste,” your cheeks burned red. He grabbed your thighs pecking kisses along them, sucking hickeys into your thighs leaving a trail. 

His fingers made their way up to your pussy, he swirled his fingers around in your juices collecting it around his fingers as if he was painting, your mewling just made him want to tease you more. “So wet…” he was mesmerized between your legs, he slowly pushed a finger inside of you causing your legs to tense up. He added another finger pushing them in and out slowly, “Are you going to cum already?” He felt you tighten around him. He laid his tongue flat on your clit while continuing to finger you, his tongue moved quickly against your clit pushing you to cum. “Come on pretty girl cum on my tongue,” he murmured against your clit. Shockwaves moved through your body as you felt a coil in your stomach about to snap, your words got caught in your throat but he already knew what you were thinking. Your hips jerked forward, you’re toes curling, “I’m cumming!” you shrieked he moved his fingers faster overstimulating your climax. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, “Your pussy tastes so sweet,” he moaned against you sending vibrations up the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck me…please,” he grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, now in between your legs. “I want you to beg for it, like the pretty whore you are,” you whimpered at his words. “Fuck me, please fuck me,” you attempted to roll your hips against him. “Mmm not good enough, say ‘fuck me please Ghostface like a slut, fuck my wet cunt’,” he spoke in a deadly serious tone waiting for you to repeat his words. “fuck me please Ghostface like a slut fuck my wet cunt please,” the desperate words spilled from your mouth as you pleaded with him. “Come on then, ride me, pretty girl,” he stood up swiftly pulling down his pants along with his underwear, his dick sprung out. Now sitting down next to you on the couch he patted his hand down on the space next to you telling you to come. You listened to the sound, “Come here on my lap,” you crawled on your hands and knees from your position on the sofa next to him, feeling out for him you felt his hand grab your wrists rubbing the skin softly with his thumbs. He guided you to his lap feeling the bareness of each other’s body, the heat and wetness of your pussy touched his thigh, he cursed under his breath at the feeling and the sight of you. “Are you ready sweetheart,” you hummed in response as he stroked his dick up and down. 

“Lift up a little bit and move closer to me,” you followed his instructions your pussy now hovering over his cock. Your breath became deeper at the anticipation, “Bring your hips down,” you slowly brought your hips down feeling the tip of his cock press into your entrance. You splayed your hands on his chest on you felt yourself sink onto his cock you winced as you felt him fully enter you. “Fuck you’re tight, I can feel you squeezing me. So hot and wet inside I have to move,” he moved at a slow pace watching his cock move in and out of you, the wetness from your cunt collecting on his cock. He groaned watching as you ground your hips into him. You were in ecstasy, “Harder, deeper,” you chocked out waiting for him to fulfill your wish. He grunted deeply, snapping his hips into you as you squealed moaning louder. He pounded his cock into you, your moans becoming louder and louder, “Mmmm you’re so filthy, you like fucking a serial killer don’t you?” you mewled not being able to form words you were being fucked dumb not being able to think straight. “I-I’m cu-,” you were cut off by your orgasm washing over you practically screaming, “Fuck your squirting all on my dick,” he continued to relentlessly pound into you watching your juices spill all over him. Using one of his hands to rub your clit causing you to fall forward into his chest, “I’m gonna cum soon shit,” he muttered out. 

 “Don’t ruin the sofa.”

 “I guess I’ll just have to cum inside of you then,” he smirked at you letting out a small squeak his strokes and thrust becoming deeper. Feeling as if he was hitting your cervix. He smacked your ass repeatedly making sure to leave handprints. “Your mine now, all for me nobody else. I’ll come sneak into your room and fuck you like a whore while your family sleeps huh? You like the sound of that don’t you? I can feel you squeezing me tighter and tighter. Y/n’s family doesn’t know their sweet little perfect daughter is being fucked by a serial killer and that she’s a little slut.” he laughed as you were too fucked out to even respond. “Gonna fuck a baby into you for good measure, so if I ever get caught you’ll have something to remember me by. If you don’t get pregnant from this I’ll fuck you countlessly until you do. Imagine a little baby in your tummy your belly swelling up and your tits getting bigger filling with milk,” His cock twitched at the thought. You sat there taking everything he said letting out small moans your body trembling all over at the sensitivity. 

“I’m cumming,” his thrust became sloppy throwing his head back pushing you up and down on him. You felt hot spurts of liquid fill you up groaning at the feeling, “You feel so good I don’t want to leave from inside of you, fuck your dripping everywhere.” You laid your head in the crook of his neck, “I can’t move, I don’t think I can walk so sore,” your voice cracked and muffled as you spoke into his neck. “I’m sorry sweetheart but you were so good for me, too good,” he heartedly chuckled. 

“I can’t believe you cummed in me what happens if I do get pregnant, is a murderer going to take care of my baby?” He sucked his teeth at your snarky question. “Yes I would take care of our baby,” he said putting the emphasis on ‘our’. You sucked your teeth as well. 

“So now what you fuck me then leave, make your escape?” He looked down at you, “Well I can lay here with you for a little while maybe until you fall asleep then I’ll make my escape but you know I wasn’t kidding when I said your mine and I’ll sneak into your room like the pervert I am,” he snickered. “Very funny. Can’t believe I just had sex with you a murderer fuck what am I going to say if my parents see these marks on my body,” he rubbed your back and kissed down your neck, “Relax just live in the moment everything will be fine,” you sat up now facing him you hoped, “Will it? I can’t even see you right now I don’t know who you are—“ you were then cut off by a loud crack of thunder which caused you to jump slightly in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asked sincerely. “Yeah, it just startled me,” you huffed out, he looked at you and the slight annoyance on your face. “Come on get up so I can get dressed and so you can take off the blindfold,” you shuffled off of him listening to the sounds of him getting dressed. “Fuck you need to clean up your spilling cum everywhere. I’ll get you a washcloth and some clothes. Stay right there, you can take off the blindfold by the way.” You heard him walk away his footsteps receding up the stairs. Reaching behind your head you undid the blindfold pulling it down from your face, looking up your eyes squinted trying to adjust to the light. You looked around to see that everything was a tad bit messy and you had to clean up before your family came home on Sunday. Then looking down in between your legs you saw the mess he was talking about, in the end, you couldn’t even keep the sofa clean. You examined your body through your phone camera, looking at the marks on your thighs the hickies and bite marks, the redness on your hips, and the purple and blue marks forming on your neck and tits. Turning your phone off you heard footsteps you looked up and saw him walking towards you, he was holding a fresh pair of clothes and a damp washcloth. He stood in front of you setting the clothes to the side, sitting next to you he motioned his hand for you to come here. “Come on let me clean you up especially since I know you’ll be too tired to do so,” you moved closer to him lying back on the couch. You felt the warm damp washcloth go up your legs in between your thighs, he wiped all of the juices that had come out of you gently wiping your clit which made you quiver a few times. He then wiped your chest and anywhere else you wanted, “Okay I’m done, here put this on,” he handed you a small pile of fresh clothes.

You quickly slipped on the clothes, it was a baggy shirt, underwear, and sweatpants, “I picked out sweatpants because it’s gonna get colder tonight and you were wearing tiny shorts and a thin shirt before, and this will probably stop the urge for me to fuck you again.” You chuckled looking at him, moving closer you leaned against him, his arm wrapped around you pulling you closer into him. “Thank you for cleaning me up and for the sex,” you both smiled. “So when am I going to see you again?” His gloved hand rubbed your thigh, “Soon maybe tomorrow or the day after that. Are you gonna watch me on the tv?” He smirked looking at you and your pretty face you smiled at him and nodded biting your lips. He kinda became hard again looking at your face, your lips were swollen and puffy, your eyes were slightly closed and looked blissed-out, your neck had marks all over it. “Fuck y/n close your eyes just for a minute,” you didn’t ask any questions just closed your eyes. He took off his mask grabbing your face. Moving in your lips brushed against his, you kissed him gently at first. He groaned lowly slipping his tongue in your mouth, your body melting into his. Your tongues swirling around each other, he sucked on your bottom lip ending the make-out session sensually. He put his mask back on, “I just wanted to kiss you before I left. I can tell your sleepy too, come on lay down,” your eyes became slower. 

He grabbed a blanket putting it around you. “Goodnight y/n,” he spoke in a whisper rubbing your head softly. “Goodnight,” you spoke sleepily, you saw him pick up his knife from the coffee table and slide it in his back pocket. “I’ll see you very soon, you’re mine don’t forget it,” his voice quite trailing off. He went through the back door, you heard it shut. Disappearing off into the night. 

Mood:

Pinning you the fuck down to fuck you raw and deep. Dicking you like a slut. Pumping you full of cum. Breeding you like a bitch in heat until you smell and look like one too. (Pussy drenched and smelling like slut. Eyes rolling back. Drooling.) Using you like my personal cocksleeve. Drilling you no matter if you want it or not until your pussy is a sloppy fucking mess. Breaking you until you’ve completely submitted to me like the filthy little slut you are.

That’s right. I’m talking about you right now. You filthy desperate little slut scrolling through my blog. How wet are you getting now slut? Well? Rub your cunt harder now. Do it. Fantasize about me using you. Fucking you. Breaking you. Drilling you until that cunt is a sopping cummy mess. Marking your womb with my hot cum until you can’t live without my cock anymore

I kind of want someone to watch me shove objects inside of my holes… and degrade me and tease me for it… “ does that feel good, you horny fucking slut, huh? Fuck yourself faster.. show me everything. I want to hear and see everything.” “I bet it feels so good inside of you, doesn’t it?”.. “tell me exactly how it feels..” please make me feel super embarrassed.. I’ll cum even faster..

idk it’d be fun if you maybe.. made me fuck my cunt with random objects for your entertainment so you can laugh at me for being such a pathetic slut? idk just a suggestion…

Scorched ground (NSFW)

18+ *gender neutral reader :)*  pure smut, zero plot (badly writen smut) For all those who need Furia in their life.

Everything went to shit this week so fast, it wasn´t even funny. And it was just Tuesday for Ramuh´s sake! Tredd came from deployment completely beaten by Niflheim, whole squads spirit´s so down that Tredd wouldn´t be suprised If some of his comrades just ended their misery. The wound on his left side was painfully throbbing, remainding him of that stupid move they pulled with Nyx, when shit went south. Luche gave them earful through their comms, but that was nothing compared to the captain's yelling. It earned them 4 fucking months on the guard duty under Crownsguard. Hell fucking yeah, so thrilled to be spending his precious time with rasists! And their top notch healer Delilah smacked them on heads for being stupid, and send them on rest, banning them from  Kingsglaive tournament. That woman can be scary when she wants to. Yeah, Tredd´s mood was fucking bad when he got back to his apartman in Little Galadh.

Where you were anxiously waiting for him. He still couldn´t wrap his head how the two of you ended together. He was a playboy, his dick belonged to the comunity of Galadh.(and If he wanted to be little cocky, to the whole Eos) And then you came along for the ride, like storm send by Ramuh. You wrecked his lifestyle and turned him ... to be better somehow. You were fighter that didn´t back down before world, and he admired that about you. Fuck, he´s got it worse than Luche, and that was really something. Oh well, he would be lying and stupid If he denied it. You were his sin, and he would get gladly dragged to hell with you.

The flat was dimly lighted and Tredd saw your figure curled on the couch, in the background softly playing television. You were wrapped into one of Tredd´s jacket, holding on it for dear life. He fell smile creep at his features. You truly were his perfect cocksleeve. Oh, he will make it up to you Flamey, no doubt about that, Furia´s honor! But now he needed outlet, and your pretty glistering hole full of his cum dripping down your thighs sounded like tempting idea after all this mess. 

Tredd´s form loomed over yours, face closer to your ear. The warm breath tickled your neck when he sultrily said: “ Wakey wakey, sleepy head. Look who is back home.” humping your leg like animal in heat. Shiver ran through your spine when you groggily waked up. He gave you a dark look, downright animalistic. Hands possesively roaming your body, marking every inch. “ Strip down for me, pretty.”  Your foggy brain didn´t registred his command at first, still dazled from all the sensations. “I said strip down babe, or should I tear it apart?”

Your hands clumsily started taking your shirt off, but to Tredd dismain it wasn´t fast enough. “Tss, I fucking warned you.”  He takes kukri out of holster, and expertly tears your clothes off you. “Tredd!” you yelped when cold steel touched your skin. “Be a good one or I may hurt you with it. That´s not what we want, right sweetheart?”  You could feel your arousal coursing through your body like a lava. Tredd spitted on his fingers while massaging your hole. He pushed first one of his thick digits inside, your body instinctively tightened around it. “ Fuck, even after all the time we fuck, you´re still as tight as a virgin, babe.”  He latched on your neck, sucking there possesively. Second finger was added to your pretty hole, scissoring it. Your mouth left breathy moans that went straight to Furia´s cock. Tredd added third finger, fascinatedly watching how greedily you´ve had taken it. “ You´re lose enough, spread your legs.” You did as you were told, meanwhile Tredd found lube in one of the drawer. He coated his realesed dick in good amount of lube, while maintaining eye contact with you. You had to lick your lips at the sinful sight. He came back to your side, your lips instantly connecting with his. Tongues were dancing, when he entered you in one single movement. You wanted to scream at the sensasition of sudden fullness, but Tredd lips silenced you. Slowly started setting pace of his trusts, always so precise on the sweet spot inside of you.

“Who´s dick is in you? Who fucking own you and make you feel that good, hm?”  You were a complete whimpering mess under him, steady hand firmly wrapped around your neck squezzed it, oh so deliciously. “Y-you, it´s only you” you managed to said.  “ Yeah, that´s right babe. You get yourself off on dick of refuggee, love. Insomnians would slander you for that.” your walls clenched around him so much, he almost cums. “ Don´t tell me you pervert,” he slapped your asscheek hard” that you would enjoyed it!”.  When you didn´t response too overwhelmed with receiving pleasure, he took his dick swiftly of you.  “Nonono, T-tredd!” “Then beg me for it. Tell me how you appreciated this refuggee´s dick.”  

He leaned on his right side, minding his injury. You´re eyes were swelled by tears, when you pitifully begged him to start fucking you again. It spurred him into action, Tredd´s thrusts merciless agains your abused hole. The climax that followed was mind-blowing. Both of were  you breathing heavily, enjoying the after glow. You tried to stand up, but Tredd wraps himself around you.

“Not so fast love, I am not done with you yet.”

Feign Lust to Fool the Masses (part 2)

(A/N: This might end up being a full on fanfic. What. Additionally, I wrote this on a whim and so if there are mistakes I apologize in advance) (I also had Horny, Angry Tango on loop the whole time writing so...)

PART 1

TAGS: knife kink, slight masochism, orgothumophilia (kink of having someone getting mad at you), riding, multi orgasms, somewhat public sex, Vox is fucked dumb, dom!reader (somewhat),

A month. It had been a month ever since that risky escapade and it seemed like it only weakened your relationship.

Vox barely talks to you about it, or just in general, for that matter. It was like he was so incredibly immersed with his work, that he had just forgotten that he needed to be immersed with you. 

Not that you cared, though. Your relationship with Vox was just to gain more power. 

To fool the people, right? Right.

But even with that fact engraved in your head, imagine your anger when you heard from Peppermint (Vox’s assistant; sweet little thing) that your so-called lover had been having private sessions with some of the lower employees of Voxtek. Now, that was just plain stupid. He was already in a “relationship” with one of the more powerful overlords in Hell; what more does he need?

Was that night really not enough for him?

Nevertheless, nothing and no one stopped you from storming into one of Vox’s conference rooms with a knife in your hand, not even Val nor Velvette. Though, you saw from your peripheral vision that they were betting on what would happen, whether you would kill him or fuck him.

At this point, you were perplexed between the two emotions.

“Vox!” You exclaimed, bursting through the door. His subordinates all nervously glanced at you as their lips sealed themselves shut, leaving the room silent. 

Your “partner” quirked a brow up, pure blankness written all over his face. His expression ticked you off, and at that moment, you could’ve broken apart the door frame. “Out, everyone.” You demanded, causing the others to look around the room and at each other, confused. 

“Out!” You barked out, your grip against the glass door making it shatter inside of its lamination, creating cracks that spread from your hand to its hinges. 

All of them immediately scrambled out, picking up their things and scurrying outside of the same door you practically broke. Vox calmly stood up, but just after he gripped his armrests to stand up, you pointed at him. “Not you.”

“Fucking Christ, okay.” He mumbled, sitting back down with knitted eyebrows and a baffled smile. 

Vox patiently (which was unusual of him) stared at you as you waited for everyone to leave, a slight bit of your true demon form slipping through the facade of the more socially acceptable one. He watched as you took a deep breath, arms crossed, before storming towards him, your jaw gritted and your glare enough to kill a million sinners all over again.

Frankly, it turned him on.

“You.” You spat out, jabbing a finger in his chest. His smile angered you even more; it was so innocent yet so mischievous you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off of his face with your knife. “Do you not realize what you’re doing right now?” 

Your voice was barely a whisper, but with how close your faces (well, face and a screen) were, it was loud in Vox’s mind. “Enlighten me.” He calmly said; he’s never actually been this calm, honestly. It surprised him, too.

But seeing your blood boil because of his words was too entertaining to not give up being dramatic; he wanted to see you livid. 

You looked at him like he was crazy. Well, maybe he was, trying to provoke you like this, but you didn’t seem to notice it. “The public has barely seen us together now. Do you seriously not keep yourself updated in what they say? Isn’t that what your whole fucking brand is about? Appeasing the masses with what they want to keep your power?”

Usually, he would be incredibly insulted by those words. Normally, he would have the sinner killed in just a snap; he had the power to do so, anyway. But the way your brows scrunched with your nose, or the way your lips curled into a snarl as you poked at his chest? He couldn’t kill that face.

And fuck, your words were like drugs to him, intoxicating him, pushing him farther away from better judgment. Vox wanted to prod and taunt you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Vox feigned his ignorance; he loved doing that, as it seems. You grinned manically, scoffing before lifting him from his chair and throwing him onto the carpeted floor. The grunt that forced itself out of his mouth wasn’t enough, so you placed your foot against his chest, looking down at him as if he were just some lowly scum.

Maybe he is.

“Cut the shit, Vox.” You spat his name out like it was venom you needed to remove from a wound, and only then did Vox notice the knife that your hand gripped tightly. His shock was barely noticeable, but it was there. “You haven’t done anything to calm them down. Do you know what they’re saying, hmm? That they thought we’d broken up because we aren’t seen together anymore? That it ‘might be the end of an era’?” You mocked their comments, their words seemingly stuck in your head.

As you derided, your hands placed themselves beside your face, the knife glinting from the white lights of the room. And just before Vox could even process what was going on, the same knife was now held up against his neck, the sharp side pressed against where his screen and his neck connected. 

“And I heard from a little birdie you were cheating. With lower sinners, to make matters worse.” You practically growled.

Vox couldn’t contain his excitement anymore, and neither could his pants, his cock straining against it wildly. He grinned at you, his eyes wide with adrenaline. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” 

Well, that caught you off guard, and it caught him off guard, as well. He was thinking it, yes, but it never crossed his mind that he would actually say it out loud. 

“You think this is a fucking game?” Your voice sent shivers down his spine, and he wanted to feel more of it. Wanted his skin to vibrate so violently, and the only way he could actually have that sensation was from you and you alone.

Fuck, you two weren’t supposed to actually like each other. Or he wasn’t supposed to, at least. It was just supposed to be business; the romantic aspect was only supposed to cover that up—

Oh God, what was Vox doing? What was he thinking? Is he going to regret this the next morning? Is he going to regret grabbing a fistful of your top and kissing you, his tongue immediately curling around yours?

Your nose smacked against his screen at his sudden movement, and you grunted at that as your leg removed itself from his chest, but you seemed to ignore that. Matter of fact, it seemed like you cared more about the knife against his neck, since you pressed it harder against it, the fabric of his high collar already ripping at its contact. Your knife’s pressure wasn’t enough to break skin, but goddamnit did Vox want that to happen.

Wait, was Vox getting even harder at the idea of you killing him? That’s a fucking kink he didn’t know he had.

You knelt on him, your thighs straddling his own. You grunted as he began to grind against you, his grip on your top finally loosening so that his hands could cup your head and tangle themselves in your hair. 

You were the one that parted from the kiss, but that was only to catch your breath. You sneered at him, your hands already working to remove his pants and other garments in that area. “I fucking hate you, Vox. You’re doing all of this shit to rile me up. You think I don’t see you and your stupid tricks that you fucking do to make me even more furious?” With an easy rip, Vox’s pants were shed off of him, the cold air of the conference room hitting his hard cock.

“And yet you still give into it, my ‘tricks’.” He taunted, the signature blood dripping from his mouth as he grinned, trying to prop himself on his elbows. You had stopped him from doing so, though, with a hard shove. “Oh shut the fuck up,” you retorted, sliding your undergarments to the side and aligning your hips with his. 

Vox watched in slight awe and disbelief; are you really going to fuck him in the conference room?

“I’m going to ride you so fucking hard, the only thing you’ll be able to say at the end of this are strings of apologies, begging me to stop.”

Oh fuck, that made his cock twitch.

Vox snickered, his brows furrowing in determination. “Try me, (Name).”

You scoffed at his challenge, not even thinking properly before sinking down on him with such force. You immediately regretted it, of course, the sharp pain of not allowing yourself to adjust sending bolts to your brain as if they were laughing at you, asking, “are you fucking stupid?”

Or maybe that was Vox you heard. His laughter, you meant. He started to snort at the way you winced at his cock, and you scornfully glared at him. “Not. A fucking. Word.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He replied sarcastically, making you look at him with such misfit, a cold droplet of sweat went down his back.

“I’m going to make you actually call me that, just you fucking wait.” You snarled before slowly bouncing on him.

Vox’s head (screen. I’m sorry; I’m not letting you guys forget he has a screen for a head) fell back as you did so. He had forgotten that after his decision to destroy you at Velvette’s ball, he didn’t really fuck around, contrary to your belief.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure where you got that information.

Basically, he was just as sex-deprived as you were. Work had consumed him so much that he didn’t have any time to grip his own dick with his hand and give himself a quickie. Just so many annoying people that decided causing a ruckus was the right way to get his attention, so many times did he have to calm Valentino’s ass down.

It was obvious that he desperately needed his tension to be relieved, and he was as relieved as the pleasure you were giving him when he finally understood that you needed it, too. 

Well, with you already knowing what fucking his cock was like, you couldn’t really satiate your sexual urges with other people, right?

Your grunts and groans snapped him out of his daze, your hands grasping handfuls of his vest as you shut your eyes. The pace you set was already starting to intensify, Vox had to admit that he was slowly losing his mind here.

A whine that he didn’t know he could even make escaped his lips, his eyes already half lidded. “Fuck, (Name), what are you doing to me?” He muttered, praying to whoever that could listen that you didn’t hear it.

But of course, God would never listen to a demon’s prayers. You cackled, grinding in between every bounce. His legs spasmed at the sudden addition to the pleasure, your voice fogging his brain up. “Someone giving in already? Didn’t you tell me that I was the one who’d forget their name? What happened to that, Vox? What happened to your charismatic, cocky, facade?” 

“Shut up.” He grumbled, squeezing his eyes shut to focus on something else; he can’t let any noises come out of him, nor can he let himself cum so easily.

But fuck, it’s been a month. A month of frustration and dreams that he had of you every night where he would fuck you everywhere you two went: his office, his bed, his bathroom— shit, he’d even fantasized while mindlessly listening to the news reporters that he had you babbling on his cock in one of the balconies of the Vee Tower, for everyone to watch, and— oh no. No, no, no, no—

“Fuck!” He shouted out as he felt himself cum inside of you, causing you to fake a gasp at his actions. But just because he had cum, doesn’t mean you were going to stop any time soon. “Vox! Already? It’s barely been 10 minutes.” You provoked, the grin on your face making him purse his lips in slight anger and embarrassment. 

“Is it my fucking fault that you’re so tight— shit.” He cursed under his breath, which was already running away from him. He could feel the way you used his cum as a lubricant, the wet, lewd noises of skin slapping making him moan.

Half of these noises you had him make, he didn’t even know he could, so props to you, he guessed.

The noises you made, however, were quieter than his, a contrast to the first time you two had ever done anything like this. You were so good at controlling yourself, like the idea of Vox being the one fucked dumb was keeping your mind from being clouded by concupiscence. The same kind of lust that was blurring the lines of rational and irrational in Vox’s.

Wait, no— goddamnit—!

Vox hated his mind and how it fixated on your soft vulgar sounds; it had just made him cum for the second time in a row. 

Your eyes widened when you felt the warm liquid splash around your walls, a shit-eating grin adorning your face. “Did you just cum again? Vox, have some self control! Fucking pervert!”

Vox stared at you like you were crazy, trying to avoid glancing at the way your body bounced up and down. “I’m the pervert? You’re —fuck— the one riding me in a public room!”

You laughed at his words, as if his meek attempt at trying to irritate you even more was barely working anymore. “You’re the one enjoying it.”

Though, just because something is barely working, doesn’t mean it doesn’t entirely.

Vox noticed the way your legs were shaking, your chest was heaving, your bottom lip was quivering. He noticed everything about you. And when you practically slammed your hips against his, he knew that you were incredibly annoyed at his words.

Yet he couldn’t snap back with something snarky; he was already slipping away from reality and into the pleasure and bliss (and borderline pain, honestly) you were providing him. He felt his throat vibrate as the moans and groans he could no longer force to be silent escaped him, his chest desperate for breath.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck were you doing to him?

“What’s your name, dear?” You asked, your voice as sweet as honey mixed with the most dangerous poison there was on both Hell and Earth combined.

Vox had to think before replying. “You know damn well it’s V-Vox—”

You groaned in annoyance, gripping the knife you placed beside Vox’s body. “You haven’t broken yet. You know,” you leaned closer so that his chest was pressed against yours, allowing the head of Vox’s cock to reach an even deeper part of you. “You’re much more resilient than I thought you’d be.”

He slipped out a small whimper at the overstimulation; everything was too much. And when your cold hand skillfully untied his bow, which was then replaced by the cold metal of the knife, he couldn’t help himself again.

With a choked grunt, he finished inside you for the 3rd time, his whole body twitching at how warm and tight you were against his overly sensitive cock. “Fuck, damnit, (Name)—” He whispered, his voice already hoarse at how much air passed through his mouth.

“You’re the fucking freak now.” You taunted, your pace still unforgiving, not an ounce of mercy resting within your soul to give him a damn break. “You’re the one that came because a knife was against their neck, not me.”

His stomach flipped at your words in embarrassment; shit, he did just cum at that. Yet how come he wasn’t as ashamed as he really should be at that thought?

“(Name), the game’s o-over.” Vox tried to reason, attempting a small grin on his face. It was quivering just as much as his body was, but he tried to not let it show. “I-It’s— oh, fuck!”

“What was that?” You mindlessly, breathlessly asked him, your hand slipping under his vest and dress shirt. Your cold hands toyed with his torso, your thumb barely grazing against his nipples. 

He cursed at himself when he whined at the sudden contact, his back arching off the floor. “N-Nothing—” “Tell me what you were going to say, dearie.” 

Goddamnit, you were trying to make him speak now of all times? He could barely even hold his thoughts together, and he knew if he didn’t answer you, he wouldn’t even be able to properly formulate sentences.

As if he can now.

“It’s-” Vox sighed, hearing his own undead heartbeat pounding. “L-Let’s think about this, (Name)—!”

“Ah, ah, ah.” You slowed your pace down, making him choke down a whine; he was getting so close again. “Try again.”

Try again? What the fuck did that mean—

Oh.

Oh no.

Vox gritted his teeth before responding tightly, his words coming out dry and rough. “Please, ma’am. I-I’m sure you’ve had your fun, but I had a meeting… before this…!”

You tilted your head, your eyes half lidded. If you were to be honest, you were trying everything in your power to not think of the cum that filled you inside; Vox honestly wasn’t lying when he said he could fuck you dumb. “What was the meeting about, huh?”

Oh, shit, Vox couldn’t remember. “W-Well—”

“Can’t remember, can you?” You grinned, removing the knife from his neck and straightening your posture to get more force in bouncing. “What’s your name?”

Fuck, it was that question again. It was that question, and Vox was having a harder time answering it. He knew what he was supposed to say, but somehow it was rolling off of his tongue like it used to. “V-Vox, ma’am—!”

“A shame, really.” You sighed, though it came as small hiccups from the way you were riding him. “Oh, I know!” You stared at Vox with a grin that he didn’t even know you could do. “I’ll make you cum one more time, and—”

“No!” He cried out, gasping for breath. His screen glitched as he talked, making his voice break with it. “Please, I can’t take one more–”

“Oh, but you can.” Vox heard the soft noises of wetness from your grinding before it went back to the slapping of skin, making his groans turn into whines. “And you will for me, won’t you, darling? To fool our supporters? Our patrons?”

God, Vox remembered the reason why all of this started in the first place. He opened his mouth to say something smooth, but the only thing that slipped out of it were pleads. “Fu-hu-huck, ma’am, please– I-I’m sorry for not—” He keened when he felt that familiar knot in his stomach, warning him about what was to come (badum tss). “Goddamnit, I’m sorry for not paying more… attention to you…!” 

The more he talked, the quicker you set your pace, your head nodding as he talked. And the more you quickened, the more pitiful apologies left him, his screen dim and glitching violently.

“What’s your name?” You growled lowly, and for the first time in his fucking life, he could not remember.

“F-Fuck,” he racked his brain for anything. Any answer he could give you that sounded believed, but he was met with nothing. “I-I don’t—”

“You don’t remember?” Your voice was full of frenzy and joy as you finished his sentence for him. You leaned forward to plant a sloppy kiss on his neck, which was now coated with a thin sheen of sweat. “That’s a good boy. Oh, how the tables turned, no?”

You drank up the way he was quite literally fucked up under you; it gave you such a power surge, and he didn’t realize how much of your ego was being fed just by his appearance alone. 

“G-Gonna…” Vox trailed off, a long dragged out cry being forced out of his throat. It was so pathetic; it was so hot. 

“Go ahead, Vox.” You cooed. Ah, that was his name. 

With your voice, he unraveled under you, his guttural cry music to your ears. 

He painted your walls white for the fourth time that day, his cock eagerly twitching inside of you. This time, however, you had stopped bouncing to catch your breath and to let the adrenaline subside. 

Without warning him, you lifted your hips up, making his cock slide out of you. Vox gasped at the loss of warmth, whining slightly.

You gaped at him, eyes wide in bewilderment. You actually did it. You fucked him dumb.

Other than the pants and small whines from either you or him (but mostly him), silence encompassed the conference room. But just as you were about to try and stand up, Vox’s rough voice caught your attention. 

“I never fucking cheated, by the way,” he said through breaths. “I have no idea who gave you that idea; I would never do that to ruin our reputation.”

“Wait, but–” you cut yourself off, finally connecting the dots.

Peppermint heard that from Valen-fucking-tino. 

“Oh, my god.” You practically laughed out, finally standing up properly. Your hand shakily gripped the conference table for balance as your free hand straightened any wrinkles from what just happened. “That makes more sense.”

“What does—”

“It’s none of your concern.” You said before clearing your throat and running a hand through your head. And just as you were about to walk out of the door, Vox finally put his body weight on his elbows to look at you. 

“Aren’t you going to help me—”

“Nope, still mad at you.”

“Okay.” Vox sighed, grumbling a “fucking bitch” as you left. 

Instead of insulting you, though,  it made you smile.

NSFW idol I would choose

Red is stray kids

Green is ateez

Just purely for fun hehe but warnings for smut!

go down on : Seungmin Yeosang

go down on me : Hyunjin Seonghwa

dominate : Felix Hongjoong

sub to : Chan Seonghwa

edge : Jisung Mingi

get edged by : Minho San

tease : Hyunjin Jongho

get teased by : Chan Hongjoong

overstimulate : Felix Yunho

get overstimulated by : Changbin Seonghwa

touch under the table : Jisung Yunho

fuck in a change room : Changbin Mingi

choke : Felix Yeosang

get choked by : Chan Wooyoung

fuck in a car : Jeongin Jongho

suck fingers of : Changbin San

try extreme bondage with : Minho Hongjoong

try pain play with : Hyunjin Seonghwa

get bent over a desk by : Chan San

get degraded or praised by : Minho Wooyoung

degrade or praise : Jeongin Mingi

get spanked by : Chan Yeosang

try long term denial with : Hyunjin Hongjoong

try roleplay with: Seungmin Yunho

fuck in the bath tub : Hyunjin San

receive an erotic massage from : Changbin Yeosang

fuck until you pass out : Chan Wooyoung

be a cum dump for : Changbin San

penetration cockwarm : Hyunjin Mingi

oral cockwarn: Felix Seonghwa

If I fucked my ass moaning desperately hitting my body and choking myself for your pleasure accepting whatever debasement you wanted to degrade me with would you still find me hot be honest.

Kinktober ˚₊ · »-♡→ Day I

Degradation

Dom!Geto x gn!Sub!reader Word count: 2.2k Warnings: Softcore porn with plot, mixed POV, no use of y/n, Geto gets mean, cult leader Geto, follower sorcerer reader, cult activities, power dynamics, name calling, bit of a findom vibe but with curses, cursed reader, probably not the most accurate description of curses, mild insulting allusion to Jonestown I’m sorry (I told you he gets mean), lowkey foot stuff but only out of humiliation aspects. Plus letter replacement for the words that had tumblr screaming crying throwing up and wouldn't let me save the draft because of it.

There’s only two things monkeys are good for: bringing in money, and bringing in curses.However much time non-sorcerers spent adoring Geto, listening to him and giving their prayers to him in exchange, meant nothing to him. No amount of praise, tears, thank yous or recruitments could ever make the man even think about caring about the mass of idiotic humans that sat before him.

Death to the fool, punishment to the weak, love to the strong.

What had started as the Star Religious Group finding themselves following him out of fear, had twisted and flourished into a pyramid scheme of convenience where the leader was the only true winner; civilians get cleansed of the curses that latch onto them, which gives the monkeys the superficial amount of merit needed for them to keep their lives. That is, while they’re useful.

Money, curses, money, curses, money, curses, all coming bit by bit in small amounts and low grade.

Human hatred is a strong thing, and monkeys somehow had the power to manifest it into the world, affecting sorcerers the most. When Geto’s beloved right hand sorcerer fell victim to a heavy grudge from a man going bankrupt over his contributions, Suguru didn’t hesitate to kill him; he was as useful as his pockets were heavy, after all– but the curse stemming from his hatred for the sorcerers above him had already latched itself and had no intentions to go down easy.

Ever since you could remember, you had an astounding resistance to curses. No one truly is immune, except maybe Satoru Gojo, but the deformed grudge that perched on your shoulder like a festering gargoyle was nothing you couldn’t handle.

Your Master took some time to believe you weren’t dealing with any “symptoms” just yet, his reluctant trust being mainly fueled by your idea of growing the curse; after all, your eyes being opened to the safety of a sorcerer-centric world saved you from the shit you were going through before Geto found you, so it made sense to want to pay him back. Especially with how much you adored him.

You were utterly and unconditionally devoted to the man that saved you.

As time had passed, there were less and less ways you could help him after meetings and troubles, the line between his eyebrows getting harder and harder to smoothen. You’ve held him in your arms, reminded him how well he’s handling things, the future being closer and closer to being what he’s planned for your family. Praise, sex, and blowjobs seemed to get it done, too; after all, he took his time to mutter against your skin how your praise is the only one he’s ever cared for, your eyes witness to the way your words always traveled straight to his cock.

But there’s only so much any of that can do.

Sometimes he just needs to let it out.

He needs to let it out.

He needs to drop the stupid mask of pleasantries that kept monkeys from getting too snappy.

Your way of paying him back came in a perfect package of shooting down two birds with one stone. Your curse gets bigger and stronger for him to absorb something worth it some day, and he gets to destress after the day’s duties.

Stemming from hate for you, the creature latched to you thrived from misfortunes thrown your way; insults, harm, violence.

And if it came from Geto, you thrived from it too.

“Meeting’s long over.” His tired yet always silky voice snapped you out of whatever fantasies you were having, eyes snapping up from where you knelt seiza on the tatami flooring of the meeting room.

“Master… I could not make it in time to see you preach today.” Your voice was merely a whisper, laced with the submission that had built up on the way back to the temple after a mission. Suguru’s disdain over having to speak to those lowlifes had kept your mind company all day, the frown over those dark eyes of him threatening to make you slip up during a fight.

The anticipation in your stomach burnt like a knot dipped in acid and set on fire. You wonder if this is how your beloved’s throat feels when swallowing curses.

Shifting where you kneel under his gaze, any chance to focus is pulled from under your feet by his sigh, lips tight in a grimacing snarl. He’s pissed.

“You’d think you could at least be good enough at being under me.”

His feet tiredly but decidedly made their way to the kneeling form of his plaything, who was already beginning to lightly tremble in their attempts to keep any sort of eye contact; whether it’s fear or excitement goes beyond him. He hopes it’s both.

“If you were more efficient in your missions, you’d have the time to come see the ridiculous meetings that you like oh so much.” His hand made its way into their hair, getting a good hold of their scalp to force them to look up at him. “Has that curse of yours mushed your brain that badly that you need to hear the words I direct to those monkeys?” “NO-! No…” They were quick to correct their tone, seemingly desperate to show their dedication to the cause despite the submission clouding their mind. In their panic, they had reached forward, arms wrapping around one of Geto’s legs as if desperate to make him stay- if he had planned to leave at all was irrelevant. “I just… seeing you up there, controlling the crowd and making yourself heard… Remembering the power that brought you here in the first place- I can’t get enough of it, I-I can’t-”

“If I didn’t know the power you carry within you, I’d think you’re one of those delusional kool-aid drinkers that believe me a god.” The distaste in his voice made you pout, resting your cheek on his thigh “I’m not a mindless follower! I don’t go around adoring blindly-” your heart raced and your voice quieted down as your defences dragged on “-and you may be a god to me…. How could you not be? I’d be nothing without you.”

Just what he needed. Those sorts of needy little confessions that dropped from your lips any time you ached to have him put you in your place were like morphine to him, clouding his senses and making his dick harder than any meeting could be. The grip on your hair only tightened, getting a creaky whimper out of you. “You may be a shit sorcerer, but at least you’re good at choosing where your loyalties lie.”

You could feel the way he shifted his body some, rotating his hips just enough to have the growing tent in his pants press lightly against your nose and lips. Despite the gojokesa and burlier accessories of his ceremonial outfit being long discarded before you even got back, he still looked imposing and ethereal; traditional clothes on Geto were nothing short of a breathtaking sight, pure beauty dressing up the cruellest lips you know.

“You took too long coming back to me today. Will it always be this way when I need you?” “No, master.” “You were very bad today.”

The disapproval and weight in being called *bad *settled in your being like acid, the pout that made you bite the inside of your lower lip trembling over letting your everything down. “Master, I will do better, I don’t wanna be bad-” “And yet you were. It feels as if the more you want to prove yourself to me like a show horse, the more pathetic you become with every inevitable failure.”

Easing Geto’s frustrations after particularly bad days had become routine in the past months. He got to project his disdains on you, and you got to be his masochistic little pet, taking it all in bit by bit the same way he took in curses. Everyone has a role in the future of sorcerers, and this was yours. The arms around his leg could only cling tighter as your breathing got warmer, heavier, the panting of a person at the mercy of the strongest Sorcerer you would ever see.

Suguru’s eyes were fixed on the way your eyebrows arched, eyes heavy-lidded in a pleasurable submission that even he couldn’t fully understand. Any doubts he had had about mistreating you the first time you begged him to let it out on you were cleared and gone the moment he saw this face. “You’re pathet|c.” Ghetto leaned down, maintaining a cold eye contact that sent shivers down your spine and straight to your crotch. “I’ve barely spoken to you, if at all, and you’re already panting and fidgeting like a dog.” The whine that his words pulled from your throat made him scoff “Have you already become such a lowlife whore that you can’t even hold a conversation without thinking of my co.ck?” Ignoring the way you rushed to shake your head in denial, he went on “Had I known I would break you so easily I would’ve gotten a longer lasting toy.” “Please, master Geto, I-” “You’re a useless s|ut.” His deadpan words interrupted your futile attempts at redemption, dark brown eyes staring into your shaky little soul as your thighs pressed tighter and tighter together. “I swear, I-” “Say it.” That voice of his, so cold and hateful as it spits out orders that only you ever hear, did nothing for your aching need. The need for his hands, his dcik, every inch of his body getting the most use out of yours whether on or in you.

Geto is not a patient man right now, and you’ve made him wait. Feeling his spit land on your face, trailing down your left cheek barely deterred by your jolt, snaps you out of your horny mental praisings. “Say it.” “I am a useless s|ut.” “Yes you fucking are.” Taking two steps back, both of his big, warm hands had a hold on your head now, forcing you to lose your balance as he pulled forward. You could only pathetically stumble, hands frantically trying to lay flat on the tatami to keep you up as he pressed and rubbed your face on his clothed boner, sweet sighs and grunts leaving him at the friction you provided. His soft clothes, his rough pulling, the scent of him and his body, all melted into a sensory mix that had you losing your mind. The fire between your legs begged to have him in you, to get hate fucked with the misdirected anger that did not belong to you. “Please. Please, master, let me please you-” “You don’t fucking deserve myco.ck.”

When he finally let go of your hair, it was solely to pull your mouth open, pressing it uncomfortably around the shape of his painfully confined dcik. “It needed you and where were you? Struggling to take on some low grade curses like a useless bitch. I taught you better than this.” The feeling was hard to describe, with the fabric drying your flattened tongue but whatever saliva remained in your mouth dripping down your chin. It was uncomfortable, it was icky, it was fucking humiliating- and it had you hopelessly horny. Geto could only watch in impressed disgust how you crawled to close the distance between your bodies once more, your hands clinging to his clothes desperately like a sick man imploring to be saved by his god. He felt his leg settle warm and heavy, his tabi socks being the only barrier between him and your need as your crotch grinded on the bridge of his foot. “God, you’re disgusting-...” his words left him in a snarl, but they weren’t near mean enough to hide the smirk gracing his lips. On the other hand, you had began miserably lapping at his clothed dcik, aching for any amount of service that you could provide for your one and only; it was messy, it was gross, it was trying to get all the flavour of his dcik while frustratingly not being allowed to have him in you. It wasn’t any prettier when you whined and panted your words against him, desperate to get another chance. “Please, please, please! I will do anything, I will be anything, just please let me please you. I can’t be anything if I’m not serving you, I need it, I need you!”

Suguru sighed like a disappointed parent, rubbing the wrinkle between his eyebrows before looking down at you pitifully once more, hand on his hip. “No different from a bitch in heat… I guess you really have become nothing but my cocksleeve.” He pulled his leg away from you, pushing you back so you’d fall on your ass as he took his sweet time crouching, grabbing your face with a painful strength. The oh so familiar cruel smile of his sent a thrill through you, knowing nothing good ever came with his feigned sweetness.

“Go on. Earn it.”

I know, bit of a short one ( ||–𓋰– )=3 It's my first time ever writing a one-shot, and the prompt didn't bring enough explicit creativity to me (may have to do with it being 4:00 a.m.) But hey, at least it's out. If you have criticisms: Be nice or I'll cry ♡ Sorry for the anticlimactic wrap up, I'm saving up the explicit smut for the next prompt.

I went through hell to be able to post this... all for a mediocre piece, oof!

I am a hopeless romantic, honest

It's what makes being turned into a shameless, slobbering, slut so much better Like, yeah, we get each other gifts. We have heavy talks. We act cute. We're SO respectful and chivalrous!

So when you finally have me on the bed, crying out as you pull my hair, or eat me out, or give me a handjob while I'm tied down...

When you're looking down at me and my eyes are glazed and I'm just BEGGING for more of your strap

Yeah, going from your cute healthy girlfriend to an unhealthily horny toy is AMAZING

I'll be sure to record the first time I use you

Record all the cute little moans and whimpers you make as I take you from behind. Get a nice view of you taking it like a good little slut with each thrust making you cry out in pleasure.

Flip you over and record your little embarassed face. If you try to cover it up, I'll just pin your wrists above you and get and even closer view of your face.

I'll be sure to plant my stuff nice and deep inside you and slowly pull out while making you watch. Get you on your knees to clean the mess you made on me and record you apologizing fot making a mess while cleaning me up.

I'll pull your hair, spit on you, call you names all the while you get even more aggressive with your cleaning.

Stuff your mouth full and make show the camera your mouth full and you swallowing it like an obedient little slut.

The next time I use you, ill be sure to give you headphones and tie you up and force you to watch the first time I decided to put your slutty body to good use.

Okay so one of my favoritefavoritefavorite things ever is to be made to say dirty and degrading things. Like seriously. Force me to beg for your cock, force me to tell you exactly what I want you to do to me - in detail. Force me to beg. Force me to whine. Force me to cry. Like, okay, real talk? I get so embarrassed by having to talk dirty and tell you all the things I want to do and talk about it in detail… And that means that I want you to fucking make me do it.

And then laugh at me, pat my head, and tell me how cute I am when I’m pathetic and desperate and begging for it like a filthy little slut.

I want him to choke me and slap my face before moving his hand down to my pussy and laughing at how wet I am “you are so fucking desperate for me” slowly moving it back up to my nipples and pinching them, I moan and he roughly grabs my face to make me look directly at him “you are such a needy little girl” I try to move away knowing my pussy is getting wetter each second but he turns me around, pulls my skirt up and roughly spanks me. my pussy clenches in pain and pleasure but it only makes me more desperate. i hear his belt unbuckle before I feel a smack on my ass. I moan again, dripping down my own thighs “oh you like this shit don’t you” he says as he reaches to my nipple to roughly squeeze it again “you like when I hurt you” i don’t answer and just desperately lift up my hips and moan in anticipation for his cock. he slowly strokes one finger up and down my pussy “you are so pathetic for my dick it drives me crazy” I shiver “such a fucking good little slut” finally he slowly slides one finger into me and it’s all it takes for me to cave into the pleasure and moan “fuck fuck yes daddy please use me I’m making such a mess for you I can’t wait any longer sir pleasee I need it” I hear his pants unzip while he slips his finger out and spanks my pussy “you need it that bad princess? look at you such a needy little thing for me to break, so dirty.” he moves closer and his tip is resting against my pussy slowly moving it up and down “it’s so cute when you beg for it” he stops at my clit and smacks his dick against it, I let out a small moan before he moves up and down again “fuuuck you get so wet when I am mean to you” he chuckles leaning forward so I can feel his breath at my neck. he wraps his hand around my throat “if you want me to fuck you, doll, you can’t make a sound or I will stop” he slowly pushes in “I like to watch you struggle” my eyes roll back as I feel his whole length finally stretching my pussy “fuck you are so tight” he pants “your pretty pussy was made for me”

I so badly want to get bend over someone's lap.

My hands are tied behind my back and I'm struggling and squirming but I can't move and the position is so much, so fucking humiliating as you're able to force me down with a single hand on my nape, reminding me who I belong to. I'm feeling so exposed and helpless but that's exactly what makes me so wet.

I wanna get spanked just like that. Need to feel the pain as you're hitting me over and over again, laughing at how much I'm reacting.

"Shh, pet. You deserve this; you have been bad, remember?" You say and your hand's wandering lower, touching my sensitive pussy. "Oh? You like this punishment a bit too much, hm? Does it make you excited? Do you love to be helpless and getting spanked over my lap like a dirty slut?"

I'd be moaning so loud then, trying to shake my head cause no!! I don't love it. But it's weak and pathetic and you're laughing again and continue to hold me in place. Your fingers are starting to play with my hole, teasing me.

"It's not good to lie, pet."

Like that you're spanking me again; this time you're hitting my pussy, making me scream and whine.

my boyfriend mentioned threesomes

i can’t get it out of my head. the idea of being relentlessly used, fucked from behind by my boyfriend with his friends cock in my throat, grabbed at and held and hurt by two pairs of hands? being pushed back and forth between them as they thrust, and unable to escape as moving further from him causes the other to bury himself so much deeper inside me? just the idea of being used, degraded, pleasuring two men at once is everything. the idea of him allowing someone else to use me like the pretty slut that i am? and punishing me for it sexually? god.

even better- being offered up to his entire friend group. being brought away on the trips so they can get high (and get me high; make my head all fuzzy so all i can think of is being an obedient slvt) and all take turns playing with me, undressing me, pinning me down and making me helpless. one fucking me from behind as one fucks my throat and another gets off watching as i move my hand up and down his cock. him letting them all finish inside me so he can watch me squirm and cry for him, just to get turned on enough to fuck me again and prolong my overstimulation. the idea of them all getting off, cumming on my tits or my stomach, grabbing and touching roughly just so he will fuck me harder when we’re back home.

put a vibrator in my pussy before we go and hang out with your friends so that you can turn it on throughout the night and make me a desperate mess. tell me that i can't let anyone find out that you're teasing me all night. turn it up to the highest level while your friends are all around me so that i lose myself in the pleasure of trying not to get caught while all your friends already know exactly what's going on. let them give me light touches that make me go crazy and make me so focused on not letting anyone know how horny i am that i don't notice your friends starting to talk about fucking me and stroking themselves. wait until i'm so desperate that i'll let anyone fuck me and watch as your friends undress me. let them use my mouth and both my holes, and even make me jerk them off. turn me into the perfect slut to take anyone and when they're all done with me and i'm covered in cum then i want you to fuck me and tell me what a dirty slut i am. put the vibrator back inside me after you cum in me so that it's all trapped and then turn the vibrator back on so your friends can watch how pathetic i am as i weakly moan and cry for more.

I want someone to degrade me in a loving tone. Tell me I'm the best slut you ever fucked. Tell how much of whore I am and that from now on its only going to be for you. Please tell me how needy I look and how I'm already falling apart without even being touched. I want to be a mess for you. Please. You don't even have to let me cum.

seeking: a group of pervs who want to help film a neat little porno of me getting absolutely destroyed on stream and made to admit how much i enjoyed taking cock and swallowing cum for everyone to see. bonus points to anyone who grabs my hands and makes sure i can't cover up my face and hide all the desperately needy faces a slut like me can make while i cry and mindlessly beg to go harder 😍