✞ 666 ✞

‘WHATCHU NEED ?

ft. sinister! mark, mark grayson, mohawk! mark

- what are their favorite kinks?

warnings: 18+, nsfw, afab! reader, hand job, praise kink, toxicity, dacryphillia, crying, humiliation, degradation, misogyny if u squint, usage of bitch, slut, whore, etc. spitting. i can’t think of anything else but lmk if i missed anything.

an: minors dni the basic’s. you can very clearly tell who my fav is. i’ll prolly make a p2 with the rest of the variants if this is well loved

SINISTER ! MARK: DACRYPHILLIA

Mark fucks like he fights; brutal, relentless, without apology. There’s no hesitation in him, no softness when he’s like this. Just raw force and the thrill of taking, of claiming. He watches you beneath him, shaking, gasping, breaking apart with every thrust. And he loves it. Loves the way your body trembles trying to keep up. The way your voice cracks on every moan, every whimper. The tears slipping from your lashes like they belong to him. He drinks in the sight, your wrecked face, your parted lips, your eyes wide and dazed, sparkling with the last flickers of resistance he’s hell-bent on snuffing out. It makes something in him throb, deep, satisfied. Not just because he’s fucking you hard enough to leave bruises, but because you’re taking it. Letting him use you, ruin you, wreck you in the image of his own hunger. And that? That’s what gets him off. You’re a mess beneath him, slick, stretched, sobbing. And he thinks you’re beautiful like this. Shattered and helpless. His. Every thrust is a statement. Every groan he pulls from you is a victory. He’s not gentle, he never learned how to be—but his hands still cradle your face when he drives into you like he’s trying to fuck the stars from your soul. There’s something almost reverent in the way he watches you come undone. You fall apart for him, and he watches like a man starved. Every sound, every twitch, every tear feeds something deep in him. He makes you cry, and he smiles. Not out of cruelty, but because in those tears, in that surrender, he sees something honest. Something real. He’d ruin you a thousand times just to see you crawl back into his arms, tears drying on your cheeks, whispering his name like it still means something.

MARK GRAYSON: PRAISE

All the blood, the broken ribs, the ringing in his ears after every fight, Mark takes it. He always takes it. The weight of the world shoved onto his spine like it’s his birthright. Cities crumble and rebuild around him, and he just keeps moving. Keeps saving. Keeps bleeding. And Cecil? Cecil never stops. Always calling, always reminding him of the bigger picture while ignoring the boy who’s still barely holding himself together inside the man. He’s tired. Not just in his body, but in that deep, heavy way that presses on the soul. But then there’s you. You don’t beg him to save the world. Don’t want anything but him, raw, bruised, and starving for something soft. With you, he’s just Mark. Not a hero, not Nolan’s shadow, just a man who’s been torn apart and is desperate to feel whole. Your hands on him—slow, soft and possessive—piece him back together, stroke by stroke. Your voice, low and sultry, “You’re so fucking good for me, baby,” and those words hit harder than any punch he’s ever taken. Your fingers curl around his cock, thick and throbbing, already slick with pre-cum that betrays how much he needs this. You stroke him with a tenderness he’s not used to, but it’s deliberate, filthy in its care—like you’re not just jerking him off but claiming every fractured part of him. Your lips graze his jaw, his throat, and he’s lost in it—the heat of your breath, the scent of your skin, the way you consume him. His balls are heavy, drawn tight, aching with a desperation he’d never show in the daylight. He’s trembling, not just from lust but from how you see him. Not as a weapon. Not as a savior. Just as Mark—aching, loving, breaking. You don’t rush him. You unravel him slow, your hand gliding over his length, slick and relentless, while you whisper filthy praise in his ear. “Look at you, so hard for me, so needy.” The world takes and takes, but you give—your hands, your mouth, your words wrapping around him like a lifeline. He clings to you, hips bucking, moans spilling from his throat, raw and unfiltered. When you drag your tongue along the sensitive spot just below his ear, he’s fucking done for. His cock pulses in your grip, leaking more, and you hum in approval, like you’re savoring every second of his surrender. When he comes—spilling hot and messy over your hand, hips jerking, eyes screwed shut—it’s not just release. It’s a surrender to the safety you offer, to the way you hold him together when the world tears him apart. He gasps your name, voice wrecked, and for once, he feels like he’s enough.

MOHAWK ! MARK: DEGRADATION

He calls you his nasty slut like it’s a prayer and a curse in one breath. Voice low, ragged, reverent. The way your cunt grips him, tight and greedy, sends his brain sputtering; thoughts wiped clean, all instinct, all need. You make him dumb, and he loves it. He spits on your lips, your chest, between your thighs, inside you—wherever he can leave a mark. He wants it messy. Filthy, even. The kind of dirty that sticks to skin and lingers in the air. He’s obsessed with the way your face contorts when his calloused hand cracks across your cheek, or lower, where your thighs are slick and trembling, soaked to the bone with your own dripping need. The wet slap, the sharp sting, the way you choke out a whimper—it sets his blood on fire, his cock pulsing, leaking precum. He fucks you like he’s trying to break you, merciless, pounding your legs up so high they’re pinned to your shoulders, splitting you open to plunge into your womb. He wants to carve himself into you, to fuck so deep you feel him in your cervix, until there’s no line between his flesh and yours. Every broken moan you spill gets you a new name, “Needy bitch” growled through gritted teeth, his voice raw with hunger. And fuck, he loves it ‘n the way it makes your eyes roll back. Your cunt’s a sopping mess, gushing around his cock, drenching him in thick, slippery heat that drips down his balls. He loves the obscene squelch, the way your pussy clutches him like it’s starving, milking him for every drop. You take him so fucking well, every brutal thrust, every inch rammed home, like you were made for his cock alone. He’s addicted to the way you unravel, to the slick, messy proof of your surrender, to the way you let him ruin you.

Richard Armitage Obsession (2023) S01E02 

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had to crop it, not just censored it, I got a strike this week too, haha...

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Octopus daddy. His hobbies include muscle building and fondling his own pecs and nipples.

perv! toji who doesn’t try to hide the fact that he’s ogling at your ass every time you bend over

perv! toji who scrounges up his money to buy you pretty little lace panties

perv! toji who then steals those panties and uses them to jerk off when you’re not around

perv! toji who will massage you after a long day just because he likes hearing your little moans

perv! toji who records himself cumming to your nudes

perv! toji who snaps at your bra straps and comments about how much he likes the color on you

perv! toji who purposefully buys too-small towels for when you shower at his place

perv! toji who also persuades you into showering together to ‘save money’

perv! toji who has nightly wet dreams about your lips stretching over his thick cock

perv! toji who then wakes up painfully hard and calls you to come fix the mess you’ve created

perv! toji who gropes your breasts through your shirt anytime you walk around him braless

perv! toji who can’t wipe the stupidly smug smirk off his face whenever you let him hit it raw

basically, perv! toji

SHES SOOOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUUUUUTE

[✿] MY B*TCH EXOTIC!

𝜗℘ feat. toji, nanami, geto, sukuna. jjk men and what their bilingual/foreign partner does that turns them on.

avisos : portuguese speaking! fem!reader. reverse cowgirl. unprotected. overstimulation. riding. pussy eating. doggy style. hint of anal. blowjob. face fucking. one spank. one small face slap. allusions to breeding. dumbification. big dick men. ( minors dni. )

☆ NANAMI KENTO - ANYTHING DOMESTIC.

kento's favourite thing to do is come back home to the sight of you working around the house while samba plays in the background. there's just something about the way you move your hips and body to the music while doing such mundane tasks like mopping or washing the dishes after a stressful day at work that tweaks something in his head. an you always seem to find yourself in the same state afterwards, moaning and whining on his cock like you are now.

"ah! k-ken...! por favor...", your eyebrows furrow together as your mewls blend together with the music, your legs quivering as your positioned in reverse cowgirl, trying to bounce up and down in tune with the music as your husband leans back against his armchair, low grunts leaving his lips as he looks at and feels your sweet, weeping pussy suck him in, your creamy essence forming a ring at the base of his thick length, a tisk leaving his mouth as you fall behind of the beat.

"aht, you're going too slow... you need to keep up with the rhythm..." he coos, one of his large hands landing on one of your ass cheeks as a form of encouragement, a low moan leaving his mouth yet again as he feels the walls of your tight, sloppy cunt tighten around him as a result.

you continue to try, chasing the drums of the music as much as you can, moans and cries leaving your mouth as you eagerly attempt to please your husband, eyes rolling as his flushed red mushroom tip prods so deliciously deep inside of you. you continue to go strong for a measly 30 seconds before your legs give out beneath you and you collapse back onto his cock, a whine escaping your kissed raw lips as you try to catch your breath, "i c-can't..."

a small smirk plays on his lips as he tisks once more, stroking the expanse of your back before abruptly thrusting his hips up into you, relishing in the small that you let out, "that's okay love, i can."

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO - D*RTY TALK IN YOUR LANGUAGE.

the sound of skin slapping mixed with grunts and mewls echoes against the walls of you and toji's shared bedroom as he drills into your pretty pussy from behind, your back forced into a mean arch as your ass recoils from the intensity of his mean thrusts.

"fuck! such a tight little thing..." he grunts, one of his thumbs slipping into the tiny hole of your ass, grinning from the pretty sounds that escape your mouth as he bullies his large cock in an out of your weeping cunt, but it's not nearly enough. "mmm, talk to me mama, let me hear that pretty voice and those pretty words..."

"a-adoro quando você me fode, papí!" you manage to whine, mind blank and full of him as you drool onto your pillow, manicured nails digging into the fabric of your bedsheets as your pretty toes curl in bliss, his dick fucking you completely dumb as the sounds of your sloppy pussy rise in volume.

toji can feel his balls tighten from your slurred words and, although he can't understand them, they drive him crazy. "there we go, keep talkin'," he groans, digging deeper into your guts as he chases down both of your impending orgasms.

"dá-me um bebé-!" you blurt out, drunkenly fucking yourself back against his pelvis.

a sleazy grin spreads across his face as he hears your needy words, that he understands. "oh yeah? okay pretty girl, i'll make you a mommy~"

☆ GETO SUGURU - SAY I LOVE YOU.

suguru could spend the rest of his life between your thigh, eating like a man starved. from your bittersweet taste and the feeling of your thighs tighten around his head to the way you tug on the longs strands of his hair. but most importantly, the most satisfying thing is your voice and how moan, especially when you let out those pretty words just for him.

"again, baby..." he mumbles against your puffy cunt, his voice reverberating into your core, a moan leaving your mouth as a result. "eu amo você..."

suguru groans as he hears your sweet voice, his dick practically jumping in his sweats when he hears your declaration of love, his tongue swirling around your clit while he pumps two fingers in and out of your tight, squelching hole, pushing you to the edge so quickly as a result of the sensitivity from your previous orgasms. "fuck... say it again... tell me how much you love me,"

"eu amo muito você-!" you whine getting even closer to your peak as his fingers curl inside of you, rubbing against your gummy walls.

he starts his assault on your clit at once, sucking and running his tongue over it fervently in an attempt to get you to cum as quickly as possible so he can bury himself deep inside the addicting shelter of your warm pussy.

"i love you too, baby... m'gonna show you how much real soon..."

☆ SUKUNA RYOMEN - WEARING ANY TRADITIONAL DRESSING.

sukuna rarely fucks your face, you are still a mortal after all, but when he does it's to make a statement. and now, as you kneel before him, eyeliner and mascara running down your face in that pretty passista costume, the statement is that there is no way in hell that you're leaving the house in such extravagant and revealing attire without going through him first.

you struggle to take him, having to grip onto his strong muscular thighs for support as you try to breathe through your nose, his fat tip hitting the back of your throat in a way that has your brain going fuzzy and dizzy, your eyebrows furrowing as you try your best to take his cock, drool and spit forming at the corners of your mouth. he's abnormally large even in his human form.

"you think you can go out in such provocative attire and dance in front of crowds however you wish?" he hisses, one of his large hands tugging on your once styled hair as he starts to guide your head, a grunt leaving his mouth as he feels your warm throat contract and expand against his girthy cock repeatedly.

"only i deserve such a privilege, do you understand?" he pulls you away from his cock, placing a small slap on one of your tear stained cheeks to get you out of your cockdrunk state.

you quickly nod, your voice slightly raspy and strained, "y-yes..." a few seconds pass before he starts his brutal punishment all over again, this time have slightly more mercy for your throat.

"good. since you want to put on a show so bad, you'll put one on for me."

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Yes please

Trigger Warnings : Sexual Content/Pet play?

💚Imagine a plant twice your size..the earth trembling under it's feet..grabbing you up in it's fuzzy vines just to go primal on you..like the first piece of human it's ever seen. To boot,you came from a con,dressed as a cat. Slathered in it's numbing drool as your meat cave gets obliterated by the plant's happily blossoming whip like peens that have hungered for human tail for millennia..behind swollen and also numb from being whacked by it's leafy hands,your eyes teary from it pulling your kitty collar maniacally.

The tables have turned..tangled in it's vines. It obviously wanted to keep you as it's pet..Cats like plants,but this time...Plants like cats 🌿💚

Freya, the "It's On" story... please I need to know more!

“Now which hole should I claim first?” 

Which one does he claim first? How many rounds does he go? What does he do? How innovatively does he punish? All holes? 🥵

I neeeed to knowww!!

Girl you cannot leave me hanging and aroused like that!! Please I need more 🥺

Oh you are a curious little kitty aren’t you? So what does happen next in It’s On?...

Summary: After being locked up in the basement, Henry sets loose and gets his revenge.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x ofc (1st person pov)

Warning: 18+, RPF, poetic anal sex, vaginal sex, fingering, double penetration I guess, creampie, maleDom, bondage, punishment. If these theme bother you then don’t read it.

A/N: This is a basement AU, this niche, this is somewhat of a smutty crackfic. It turned out poetic but I wrote it early morning in bed...Not Beta’d.  we die on our mistakes like August slipping off a cliff, kissing a hook and crashing into raging fire.

It’s on - part two

The air was damp with lichen scented mist and the heat of our bodies as he held me in restraint. His hand groped, squeezed and seared the muscle beneath my shivering skin.

"Not so smart and mouthy now that I'm in charge..." he provoked with a smack and broke to a malevolent chuckle at the bounce my body made.

"Oh c'mon now, pet, you thought it was funny when it was me tied up to that chair and bound to your mercy."

Dutifully spitting on his hand, he reached to coat his thick shaft with saliva, preparing himself for the imminent conquest of my body. Another low growl reverberated through the basements rackety walls at the touch of his own coarse hand over his shaft.

It's been far too long since he yielded the freedom to touch himself.

Bound and bent on the desk, I could only do so much as squirm beneath the imprisonment of his body. My empty core ached for his intrusion, twitching, throbbing like a begging whore, wetness glistened over the back of my thighs, and Henry laughed once more as he pressed himself between my petals.

"Go slow," I pleaded, "I want to enjoy you, I want..."

But my words were broken by a hiss. The touch of Henry's bulbous monster stole my ability of speech; instead, I emitted pathetic little whimpers, urging him to invade my flesh. 

Tears of joy almost sprang as he gently pushed.

"Hmm", Henry uttered but then slowly slid the tip higher, tracing the fine path until he reached my puckered ring.

"Oh!"

"We never tried this one before, haven't we?"

'Fuck.'

Before I could even prepare myself for the foreign sensation, he pressed inside - slow like honey drizzle, he made every inch meaningful as he sank into the bottomless dark pit.

"Fuck!!!"

We both cried out - the pain of being split open, taken in the forbidden cavern made my entire body stiffen with surprise, and yet I wanted him even deeper,  paying no mind to chaste biddings, nor to my discomfort. 

Holding onto the strap of the belt wrapped around my throat, he drove further into my ass, anchoring himself in the sea of darkness until his heavy sack pressed into the pillows of my rear.

The sensation was astonishing, almost making him collapse atop my body and the pressure, by god! The taunting pressure of having him stuff the wrong orifice and leave my dripping pussy abandoned made me want to howl.

"Please, fill every inch of me!"

Always the pleaser, he glided a hand between my slippery folds and penetrated my cunt as finally, he began thrusting inside me. I was almost embarrassed by how quickly my canal seized him, tightening around his long fingers as he fucked both holes.

"I can feel myself moving," he gasped, curling and angling his fingers deep within; he sought to sense the press of his rod through the thin muscle. Groaning with amazement, he began to push and pull, his rhythm a punishing pace, every slam of his hips against my ass, every drag of his too-large cock inside my tight canal, reminding me my place.

And god, I wanted it, the humiliation, the sense of being captured, prodded and taken in such sin. The awkward twinge further increased the blooming pleasure - like a virgin... only far more corrupt.

I sobbed as I broke into an unearthly delirium, falling apart as his thumb moved gently above my clit and his fingers spread inside me.

"Good Girl," He choked out, pleased at the spectacle of my climax, "where do you want me to come?"

"I don't... I don't.. care!"

But I did care. As Henry suddenly pulled from my battered anus and plunged into my cunt I thought I would die of bliss. Walls still swollen and tender from my orgasm, I felt him in every cell of my body. In my head, the blood throbbed, and I quaked and jolted against him like an obedient bitch.

"Forgive me, my love," he mumbled incoherently and latched his fingers around my neck, pulling me up as he began to fuck me with vigour.

It wasn't meant to last.

Two heaving, slamming sweaty bodies. We lost ourselves in this carnal euphoria. Within minutes I faltered once more, my rapture even further intense as now my womb milked around his cock.

"Inside me!" I cried, "come inside me!"

For a moment, I was in charge again, and Henry was my servant. Giving me everything I yearned for, he panted and moaned with despair, bottoming out until his held felled, and like a thin glass statue, he shattered into million bits and pieces, overflowing my womb with his bountiful white bliss.

"Did I hurt you too much?..." he asked carefully, relieving the belt from my neck and kissing the blades of my shoulders.

"A little..." I admitted, "but in a good way."

Spreading his apology with dozen butterfly kisses, he embraced me and then pressed his bristly cheek to my nape.

"Does this mean I can move into the bedroom?"