; NSFW, daddy kink, light bondage, asphyxiation, oral: both recieving, face fucking, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, dumbification, a single slap, knife play, mentions and descriptions of blood, breeding kink, one mention of pregnancy. Reader has a regeneration quirk.
; He’s everything you want but not what you need. He’s hungry and forceful, everything about him is powerful and stronger than you. So, you submit. You give him everything and get nothing in return, and yet, you love him. Why? He’s possessive and toxic, not that you aren’t any better but you’re not the one fucking everything with a hole and two legs.
'; Lmao okay so, this is a repost but a better version. This was actually my first ever “smut” here and I thought it was oh so dark because of the blood and slapping blah blah but it’s more than that. Anyways, I finally took the initiative and finished what I couldn’t months ago and rushed in posting. I kinda just randomgly tagged people I thought would like this so if you don’t wanna be tagged in my stuff or wanna be removed from this, please let me know. It won’t hurt my feelings all that bad I promise, some people just don’t like certain things. Please like,comment, and reblog!
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He wouldn’t stop until you were a trembling, crying mess beneath him, lapping at your tears and commenting about how weak you were for him. He always did this, working you over with his fingers until you were on the line of desperation, begging and sobbing for daddy’s dick, how you need him so fucking badly it hurts. He especially loves it when he’s between your thighs and his pierced tongue is drawing circles over your bundle of nerves, pulling every broken moan from your lips as his fingers thrust in and out of your aching cunt. You’ve already come once, but he would never be done with you. There were times you were sure he was bored of you, finished with your little games and ready to toss you aside, only for him to surprise you with his dick in your mouth and a hand in your hair. Your heart sang symphonies whenever he would praise you but once the act was finished they were nothing but empty words.
