#cw slapping

AALI!! HELLO!! may i offer you this :3

—izuku x reader. nsfw. izuku has a slapping kink

"slap me."

you vaguely comprehend the words from under you, as your hips grinds onto his in slow and deep circles. you almost think you misheard it, mind unable to focus on anything other than his thick cock that you're sitting on, the tip hitting a spot so deep inside, your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head.

until one of his hands releases your hips, grabbing your own that was braced on his bare chest and dragging it up to palm his cheek.

"slap me," izuku repeats himself, voice tight but encouraging. looking up at you with heated green eyes, flushed cheeks, and sweat dripping down the side of his temples.

your hips slow down as you sputter out a "w-what?" but his hand only grips onto yours harder, a plead spoken with the very scars on his skin. with a roughness that contrasts the sweet smile he throws your away.

"do it," izuku says, eyes gleaming. "it's okay. i want you to."

you don't give yourself time to think before your hand pulls back and smacks him across the face, a sharp crack in the air. and you can feel his cock jolting inside your pussy at the sudden contact, pulsing in the aftermath.

you try your best to ignore the heat crawling in your belly as you observe him closely, unable to see his eyes covered by his tousled hair that flung at the impact.

"no way," you hear him whisper, and your stomach drops.

it wasn't the hardest you could've slapped him, maybe at a 60%? but you can still feel your hand tingling and his face is so red and shit, was he just messing around with you—

izuku laughs. and your eyes widen at the sound, watching as he slowly rolls his head back, peering up at you with glassy, heavy-lidded eyes. you whimper when he suddenly rolls his hips up and god, you don't know how but you can feel him growing. bigger and harder.

"is that all you got, baby?" he says lightly, almost cooing. chuckling through it all. grabbing your hand again and kissing the center of your stinging palm, before raising it to his cheek again.

you gulp when you see the color of his irises. so dark with need and desire, that the color practically borders on obsidian.

"again," izuku urges you sweetly. dare you say it, gently.

and your stomach flips when a smile stretches across his face. a sugary sweet smile paired with hearts practically dancing in his eyes as he says,

tw: noncon-dubcon, size difference, ddlg, slapping, age play, mean!stepdad, virgin reader, noncon creampie

be mindful- this is dark content!

a/n: anon who requested i hope u like it :)

it was late. your mother still wasn’t home.

it was strange really, you knew she had went out with her friends but it was unlike her to be out this late.

sometimes you hated that you still cared about her wellbeing, when deep down you knew she didn’t care about yours..

She was emotionally unavailable, never really taught you anything about girlhood, rarely asked you how your day was.

It was worse since you were her only child, all you ever wanted was her attention. And you never had a father growing up either.

Youre not too sure where your mother met him— your stepdad—but you were happy for her, it being the first time she showed actual interest in anything.

Their relationship developed quick. They got married privately, not even having you there.

You never had a say in anything, you were 18, you could’ve moved out, but you didn’t have your life figured out like that yet.

When you brought up not wanting to move out of your childhood home into his, she lashed out on you.

You barely ever saw your stepdad around, which never made it feel like an actual family. but you were used to that.

so, you always busied yourself with schoolwork and stayed in your room.

You also started to notice how their relationship was strange. If they were home, they barely acted like a couple that had been married for a year.

It was more like they’d been forced to be roommates.

Half an hour passes and you hear the front door open and close shut.

You turn the lamp off, ready to sleep. Your mind at ease now that she’s home.

Only, you start hearing voices coming from the living room. It starts mild. But gets louder. shouting.

Your step dad’s voice? but that wasn’t it, you heard a random man’s voice as well. What was going on?

The yelling started to get really loud and you heard a thud. it startled you.

You slowly open your door and tip toe to the living room, where the shouting grew as you got closer.

“-fucking my wife? and you have the balls to walk into my house?!”

you almost gasped.

Your mother, had laid drunk out of her mind on the couch. slowly stirring as the shouts got louder.

A man you’ve never seen before, was being strangled against the wall by your stepdad.

Your stepdad was huge—tall. you knew he worked out a lot, which is how he had such thick arms and biceps. Even his legs, thighs you’d noticed—which you shouldn’t have been- -were bulky.

You especially noticed how small you were in comparison.

You knew that man had no chance against your step-dad. He was going to kill him.

The guys face started to get red, and you gasped.

“D-daddy stop! you’re going to kill him!”

he immediately turned his head to see you standing in the hallway. in your pj set, tiny shorts putting your legs on display.

His grip loosened and he let the guy go.

“you’re fucking c-crazy man!! told ya i didn’t know!”

the man coughed and spluttered, rubbing at the red mark starting to form on his neck.

“bullshit. heard you both sneaking behind my back. but this time i had enough. you go take her with you. reckless bitch.”

he looked back at you,

“_ go to your room.”

was he crazy? this is your mother he was talking about kicking out.

“my mom.. you’re kicking her out??”

“what. you want me to help them fuck each other? get out that ditzy brain, girl. this ain’t happening under my roof.”

you couldn’t say anything. even knowing he insulted you. mainly because he was right. your mother obviously wasn’t making great choices recently.

he looked at both of them, the random man now picking up your mom, who was barely conscious—wrapping one of her arms over his shoulder.

“hurry the fuck up and get out. before i really kill you.”

You just watched it happen. Couldn’t say anything about your life anymore.

“and make sure she knows she not welcome here any longer. i’ll send the divorce papers”

he slams the front door close right after they step out.

a couple beats pass.

“w-what about me…”

“you wanna go live with your cheat of a mother and that weak excuse of a guy?”

“…no”

“then you stay here. she ain’t care about you anyway”

that hurt.

the tears form on your waterline. you were so upset. you didn’t know if you were gonna see her again, if she even cared. why would she do this to you? to him?

you start crying.

he stills. before he speaks.

“you fucking serious? crying for what? goddamn, pathetic woman raised a pathetic girl”

your emotions were all over the place. you didn’t know if you were upset out of sadness now or anger.

so you lash out at him.

“fuck you! you’re so mean! maybe that’s why she cheated!!”

you didn’t even fully register him coming up to you. he grabbed your hair, harshly pulling you to him. already heated from the previous situation.

“watch your mouth, little girl. you haven’t seen how mean i can really be.”

“ow..! you’re hurting me..”

“good, you need to learn. time you learn some discipline round here. don’t think i see how you parade around the house with these shorts? nipples poking through and everything. you a slut too? like your mama?”

“don’t say that!”

you spit at him.

you didn’t recognize yourself— you’d never felt this angry, and likewise, his eyes impossibly got darker.

“now you really done it.”

He drags you by your hair to his bedroom-what used to be their bedroom— and pushed you on the bed.

You struggle. trying to get up and escape him. but he’s quick. he’s so much bigger than you, your size difference evident.

he’s on top of you, grabbing at your tear stained face.

“stay the fuck down.”

“let go of me..! w-what are you doing!”

“you spit at my face and call me names, you insolent little brat. only fair i punish you for it.”

you can barely struggle under him, not while he yanks your top off and not when he takes your bottoms off.

You hadn’t worn a bra. left bare in only underwear.

“been eyeing you since the day i married that whore. fucking naive girl, you never seen the way you get me hard, prowling around ass out, calling me daddy?”

you start sobbing in distress, not knowing what he was talking about.

sure you always thought he was attractive, and may or not have thought of his big hands on you, but you never really imagined this.

“didn’t do anything..!”

“shut the fuck up. open your legs.”

“no.. this is wrong..! my mom-“

“mommy ain’t gonna do a single thing. she ain’t gonna come back for you stupid girl, best you listen to me, and let me do what i want with you”

he forcefully spreads your thighs. your little panties stuck to your cunt.

a wet patch.

he scoffs in disbelief, then laughs at you. almost mocking you.

“told ya, just like ya mama.”

everytime he brought that up, it was like salt to a wound. and it was exactly getting the reaction he wanted out of you.

you hit at his chest, arms flailing and legs kicking. wanting to hurt him.

“stop saying-“

a hard slap lands on your inner thigh. initial shock sets in before the painful sting.

“gonna try that shit again? you only make it worse each time you act out.”

he was scary. intimidating. nothing about him was playful.

you don’t reply. don’t look at him. shocked and accepting defeat. you weren’t in a good position to keep fighting.

he mushes your cheeks together, forcing you to stare into his eyes.

“use your manners. say, ‘i’m sorry daddy’,” .

“i-im sorry.. daddy..”

“good girl.”

his eyes rake over your exposed body, and you tremble under his gaze.

“open your mouth, let me see that tongue”

you didn’t want to, but you listen.

you slowly open your mouth, tongue out.

you thought that was almost humiliating. but were proven wrong when he angles your face up to him and spits.

a glob of spit lands on the back of your tongue, and you swallow out of shock.

“you spit in my face, i spit right in that dirty mouth.”

you whimper, the dirty things he was doing to you were too much to handle, but the growing patch in your underwear said otherwise.

and he barely started.

“d-daddy.. never done this before.. m’ scared”

“aw, poor girl. never stick something up this little cunt?”

you tremble, slightly shaking your head no.

he takes your underwear off, spreading your thighs obscenely wide. pussy on full display for him.

“that’s gonn change tonight baby”

you didn’t know what he was doing. he just stared. almost inspecting you. two of his fingers just spreading your lips open, watching your little clit.

“stop..”

a hard slap. right on your pussy lips.

you scream.

“that’s one. you don’t get to decide what i do with you”

he pushed your legs up to your chest, in a mate press.

you knew he could see everything. everything.

“stupid cunt clenching round nothing. she need a big cock up there to soothe her hm? maybe this little ass too..”

his fingers had went from rubbing your lips to going lower, to your asshole. rubbing some of your slick there.

“no!! daddy please… don’t wanna..!”

another slap, on your clit this time.

you shriek again. thighs closing shut.

a hard slap against your ass, then another. and it burned.

“didn’t tell you close your legs. keep disobeying and i’ll use the belt right on this cunt.”

you were crying now. ass burning, and pussy sore.

he positioned you to hold your own legs open, threatening you again if you dare move your hands. and you comply. knowing he was serious.

he unbuckled his pants, pulling them down.

your eyes had blurred but he grabbed your hair. angling your neck down. so you could watch exactly what he was about to do.

his dick was huge. thick and flushed.

it sat right on your pussy, and you could only think of how it wouldn’t fit.

“watch what i do to this little virgin cunt, baby”

“no no no… daddy-!”

his cock entered you slowly, but not slow enough. it was hot inside you. and definitely too big.

it hurt. so much as he broke past your hymen.

“daddy!! ow! hurts so much! take it out take it out”

“shut the fuck up.”

he pulls out, groaning as he pushes back into you, still forcing you to watch.

you could see when he was all the way in. your belly bulging with the outline of him.

“see that baby? feel me here?”

he lets go of your hair, pushing on your lower belly now, right over his dick inside you.

it was so disgusting. the way he had forced you, the way he overpowered you and was just so mean.

it shouldn’t have made your pussy gush the way it should, and it certainly should not be starting to feel good.

but you felt yourself leaking around him, lubricating his cock thrusting in and out of you.

your cries turned into whimpers and moans, and he leaned down. forcing your mouth to open and forcing his tongue down your throat.

spit coated your lips as he disgustingly made out with you.

his thrusts were so rough. the sound of skin slapping against skin with your moans echoing through the room.

you whine when he started rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“ah! please please..!”

“please what baby? cmon say it nice.”

“need to…ah!”

you clench around him tight, not being able to hold it any longer. pleasure exploding in your belly.

“go ahead little girl, cream around daddy’s dick-fuck!”

you cum hard. almost choking on your saliva in the process.

his thrusts never slow down, overstimulating you after your orgasm.

You felt weak, you couldn’t hold yourself open for him anymore, hands falling to your sides while he continues to rearrange your guts.

“not done yet baby, ah shit! gonna flood this pussy with my cum”

“daddy no… m’ not on birth control..!”

you squirm, trying to have him pull out of you, but you obviously couldn’t. he was too strong. holding tight onto your hip.

“don’t give a shit honey, you’ll look so cute all full and knocked up with my kid”

his groans get louder, his thrusts getting deeper and slow and you cry when you feel warm liquid fill you up.

you wiggle away from him, almost as if you were running from his cock.

his grip loosened on you, and he let you. His cock slipping out of your used hole. cum flowed out freely, along with some old blood from your broken hymen.

You get on your hands and knees attempting to crawl away from him, overstimulated and sore. putting your puffy hole that was leaking his cum on full display for him in the process.

he was almost amused.

he grabs your ass cheeks, with both of his hands. pulling you back into him, spreading you wide so he can watch the cum flow out infront of him.

“yeah that’s it baby. running away with that little hole all destroyed hm? wanna push that out? i’ll just fill you up again and again. ain’t no one to stop me”

it was like you were cock drunk. still had some fight in you, but not enough to actually escape him— probably cuz you didn’t really want to.

“no.. m too full”

“not full enough baby, gotta keep creampieing my little girl until it takes.”

he grabs your face again to look back at him, his face stern.

“what do you say?”

“yes d-daddy..”

you were dazed out of your mind, there was no place for you to go now, not out of his grip and not out of his house.

“mhm. don’t use that silly brain anymore. gonna take care of you now, all mine to ruin.”

thinking about mean!dom Jack. like i’m talking you’re running your mouth all day and he’s so fucking frustrated. he is counting down those mf minutes until everyone’s leaving his house.

as soon as that door closed? oh calm, cool and collected Dr Abbot is nowhere in sight.

he looked at you with a stern stare. "wanna tell me why you've been acting up all day?"

you just chuckled at him. which just irritated him more. "cmon. speak up little lady. you sure had a lot to say earlier."

"okay Jack, you wanna know so bad? fine i'll tell you. you've been so busy, you've barely even looked at me. i could get way more attention from fucking Robby before you even had a second thought! let alone touch me." before you had time to take the breath after you exploded, Jack reached out, grabbed your jaw and pulled you close to him. "what the fuck did you just say? hmm? say it again. i fucking dare you." he spat.

"you heard me." you mumbled out.

he lets go of your jaw and right as you went to speak up again, his hand hit your cheek. not hard, just enough to get your attention.

"awe, you wanted attention baby, that all? just needed to be roughed up and used yeah?" you nodded up at the man.

"all you had to do was ask. no need to be such a brat. now get on your knees and let me remind you who you belong too."

NSFW UNDER THE CUT- DEAD DOVE. FEM! READER, FORCE INTOX, PISS, PISS DRINKING, HOLLAND IS MEAN, SLAPPING, DUB-CON, AGE GAP!

Slapping Ghost in the face while riding him, holding his chin with force BUT praising him for it

I think he would cum & discover things about himself at the same time

I’m with you bestie we are holding hands rn

cw: slapping, breath play/choking, violent imagery/threats (I made reader kinda fuckin crazy lol)

Ghost is no stranger to the sting of your palm on his cheek. He tells you not to go easy on him, and you don’t— sometimes his vision nearly goes white. Between that and your hand on his throat and your cunt strangling his cock, he’s somewhere in the precipice between this world and the next.

“Don’t fuckin’ pass out on me, Simon. You wanna be good for me, don’t you? You’re always so good for me.” You let go of his neck when the thrum of his pulse in his ears gets so loud that his eyelids flutter.

“Wann’ be good,” he grunts, a surprising propensity for human speech considering he feels like a beast beneath downpour, near drowning in his own rancid pit— that fetid, pulsing mound of weakness beneath his sternum begging for love.

Your fingers trail up the column of his throat to grab his chin, forcing his attention on your face.

“You’re not just good anymore, Simon. Not when you’re with me. You’re perfect. If any other man tried to come near me, tried to fuck me with their raw cock, I’d gore them. Guts turned to garland.”

And he knows you would.

The roiling tempest burns beneath the weak skin of his belly when you speed up.

“You’re perfect and I want you inside of me all the time. You fit me perfectly. I want your everything, god— I love you. Cum right now, cum inside my pussy please you beautiful fucking man—“

He cums so hard he feels like he’s gonna throw up. You follow close after, grinding against him harshly until he can feel the squeeze of your insides on his sensitive cock.

ehehe i’m glad u liked it!! i really appreciate the feedback!<333 i tried to do a slight continuation of that post but it got away from me and didn’t include slapping… so i ended up writing this instead idk🤕

18+ ♡ rough, toxic smut but it’s all consensual, subby!jake, mean!reader, toxic relationship, manipulation (from jake), slapping/impact play (jake likes getting hit), degradation, pinv, teensy bit of breastplay but not really, handjob, thigh riding but not really, idk what i’m doing. ⚠︎ disclaimer: there is never an excuse to hit your partner, this is just fictional fantasy. i do not condone physical abuse.

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i feel like this jake would intentionally do things to piss you off and get a reaction out of you. it’s toxic, but he does it with the intention of getting you riled up enough to lay hands on him. he spends all day gaming and ignores your text to preheat the oven before you get home from work… or worse, writes back ‘don’t worry, babe, i got it’ but still doesn’t do it. he’s an incompetent brat and he gets off on you putting him in his place because of it.

“Look at you, love, you’re debasing yourself. Don’t you understand how pathetic it is for a soldier to get this worked up over a little touch?” Gaz sneers, mouth twisted in a disappointed grimace as thick fingers bully their way into your cunt. It kills you just a bit, fracturing something in your perception of the world that he can manage to look so beautiful while being this cruel. There’s no black and white with Gaz, no good versus evil. He’s horrible, an awful man doing devastatingly delicious things to your insides. 

He frowns at you, and it sets your body alight. It really is a thin line between love and hate, after all. 

You garble out a strained fuck you, even as your hips rise from the mattress to meet the heavy-handed force of Gaz’s demanding touch. Above you, he laughs, and the sound is grating on your ears, unnatural in its honeyed warmth. Nothing about Gaz should ever sound kind; it’s simply not who he is, not something he’s capable of. 

Not with you. 

With you, Gaz is incessantly malicious, endlessly devoted in his unrelenting wickedness. He’s a constant rasping stream of degradation. Gaz becomes a bloodhound in his need to see you at your lowest, sniffing out anything that can be deemed an ineptitude and aiming sharp words at the perceived weakness in an effort to see you flayed.

All for the crime of being the newest tool on Price’s belt, the Captain’s shiniest blade. 

You know this. You also know that you’ll give in, that by allowing him to touch you without so much as attempting to throw him off or gouge out an eye, you’re already submitting. Practically begging him to mount you, really.

It’s a pity the man is as pretty as he is. It’s a shame you often choose to ignore that in nature, pretty goes hand in hand with deadly. 

But giving in doesn’t mean you’ll go down easy, doesn’t mean you won’t make this hell for him. It’s with a laugh that you dig your nails into the nape of his neck, pressing down hard enough to leave behind bloody crescents in his skin. 

Perhaps as punishment for striking back, Gaz’s wrist twists violently and callused fingers press deep inside of your aching cunt, curling and then unfurling in a come hither motion, the angle changing just so with every thrust until—

Until.   

Hating yourself for it, you give him what he’s after, unable to swallow down the noise as white-hot pleasure zips up the arch of your spine and roils to life low in your stomach.  

“Oh my.” Gaz sounds delighted. You want to gut him, his joy festering like a boil under your skin. “Did I find your spot? Already? You really are incapable of keeping things hidden, aren’t you?”

Fucking bastard. 

You kept yourself hidden from the target just fine and would have continued to remain out of sight and in position to capture the terrorist if not for the civilians that had quite literally stumbled onto the scene. And you know damn well that Gaz knows that. 

“What would you have had me do?” You snarl, hips jolting with need, rocking to better ride his fingers. “Let them die for the crime of being in the wrong place?”

Gaz hums, fingers still pistoning deep inside of you. 

“I would have done what was necessary. I would have obeyed Captain’s orders.”

His brows furrow as he says it, though, and this time you can tell that his irritated frown is directed more at himself than it is you. He’s telling the truth that he would have prioritized the OP and you both know that he hates himself for it. 

“If you,” you pant, sweat soaking your hips as desire builds and your composure starts to break, “truly believe that the mission comes first, then I’ll be sure to subscribe to that belief the next time you’re in danger instead of saving your sorry ass.” 

With a throaty chuckle, Gaz cocks his head, looking so unbearably smug that you briefly fantasize about reaching for the knife you know he carries in his left boot; what would it be like, you can’t help but wonder, to slash across Gaz’s eyes? You probably wouldn’t do it even if given the chance, not now, but really: what would it be like?

Freeing, probably. 

Orgasmic? Definitely. 

He wouldn’t be such a pretty boy, then. Wouldn’t be so captivating to look at that he tore Price’s gaze from you to him. Not if he had a nasty scar across his face.

You shudder at the thought, clenching around Gaz’s fingers. 

“Saving my sorry arse,” comes the mocking rebuttal. “I didn’t realize—” inside your cunt, Gaz scissors two fingers before digging a nail into a tender spot and scratching, and you could kill him, should kill him— “that I ever needed your help. Is that why your greedy pussy is sucking my fingers in so deep, love? Because I need you?”

“Fuck off,” you bite out, rolling your hips.  

“No, I don’t think I will,” Gaz says, and fuck him, but he sounds bored. “And I doubt that you want me to. Not now. Not when you need me.” 

“Eat. Shit.” You hiss through clenched teeth, wincing when Gaz reacts by bringing down his free hand—hard—on your clit, while scratching blunt nails far too deep inside you. The sting of it feels so good. The pleasure made all the better by imagining him bleeding out in front of you. 

You know that one day, one of you really will snap. That it won’t be some nameless face in the field dealing that final strike—the end of the line will always be you and Gaz. The jury's just still in deliberation on which one of you will prevail. 

Until then, though, you have this: skin on skin, your moans and his groans. 

You can’t wait for the day you can replace the sound of his grunting with a death rattle. 

CW: Rough Billy, rope bunny Steve, Shibari (kind of), smut, say gex, anal cream pie, breeding mention