Themirandaaffect

NCT 127 Members who would tell you to "take every inch"

Something short since I haven’t done one of these in a while🫶🏿

Yuta

Baby we been knew this man would would fold you in a pretzel if you did too much lmaoo

You were running your mouth and getting smart with him so ...play stupid games win stupid prizes

"Stop trying to run and take this fucking dick like you said you could. Every. Fucking. Inch"

Johnny

His size kink.

It happens every fucking time y'all have sex . He's big y'all ik he is.

That man stretches you out EVERY FUCKING TIME.

"Take it all baby, don't get shy on me now"

Jaehyun

I've said it before and I'll say it again. He's selfish asf when he wants to cum.

That man would be lost in his own head trying to climax. That's why you have a safe word.

Baby, all hell breaks loose when he starts slamming his hips repeatedly screaming at you to "Fucking keep those legs open baby, m'gonna go a little deeper okay? Daddy needs to fuckin cum"

Doyoung

It's 100% a blowjob

He wanted some peace and quiet and you were being a little fucking brat.

Next thing yk his dick is hitting the back of your throat as he has a sadistic smile etched on his face .

Tears streaming down your cheeks and snot running out of your nose and all he can say is “tsk you and your big mouth. Choke on every fucking inch since you can’t be quiet then.”

I respect men who show me they don’t give a fuck about my boundaries or my dignity in small everyday things. Slap my ass, everytime I walk by. Laugh when I tell you to stop. When you see me eating a meal, come and look me in the eye while, you jerk off into my food. Drop things for me to pick up. Pull my boobs out, when I’m trying to talk about something important. Casually spit in my face. Piss on me while I’m asleep. Show me that disrespecting me, is no big deal to you and I will admire you deeply.

Wife

Imagine: Morning Birth

Imagine you've been laboring all night while your husband sleeps beside you. You're hugely pregnant, overdue even, and you start feeling contractions before you go to sleep. You decide to wait until things progress a little, able to breathe through the pain as it ebbs and flows throughout the night. You toss and turn, maybe get up to walk around your house and labor by yourself. You try to get some sleep, sometimes on the bed and sometimes on the couch, in between walking slowly and rocking your hips.

Imagine you feel the heaviness in your belly move lower and lower, until it feels like a watermelon is lodged in your pelvis. You breathe heavily now, panting with each contraction and wondering when you should wake up your husband. You make yourself some coffee, waddling onto your back porch to enjoy the sunrise while you labor. You bring a towel just in case.

Imagine sitting in your favorite rocking chair, rocking though the intensifying contractions, moaning softly and breathing ragged. Come on, come on, something has to give. This baby is so heavy you can barely walk, you have to be able to push soon.

You decide to take a shower to ease the pain, passing your still-sleeping husband on your way to the bathroom. You're thankful one of you has gotten rest before what's about to happen.

Imagine closing the bathroom door behind you and climbing into your shower to let the warm water run down your back. Oh, God, that feels so much better. Your hips ache from carrying the weight of your child, so you squat in an effort to relieve some of the pressure. Imagine the warmth seeping into your back from the shower as another contraction hits you. Ohhh, and this one hurts so much you let out a gentle moan. You grip your belly, unable to see your vagina to see how close you are to delivering but feeling how warm and tight it feels under your hands. The pressure is so great….until it isn't.

Imagine the gush of your water breaking, the gasp of surprise as all that pressure is relieved in an instant. Your belly feels softer for a bit, in between contractions. Feel how much water is pouring out of you, know that you're almost ready. You finish rinsing off and turn off the water, drying off and grabbing some fresh towels before climbing into bed beside your husband.

You face away from him, lying on your side with a pillow between your legs to let you rest without impeding the baby's progress. You try to get some rest in between contractions, breathing deeply. It feels so much better now that your waters broke, you can feel the baby moving towards your cervix.

A contraction hits you, and you squirm against the pressure building up again in your hips. You breathe heavily, your belly heaving and round. Something tells you to prop up your leg while you lay on your side. This opens up your hips to make more room, your baby moving through your body slowly with each contraction.

Imagine your husband gently waking up behind you. You're spooning in bed, his hand lazily stroking your middle, oblivious to what's happening right now. Imagine moving his hand down to the bulge forming between your legs, the baby's head filling your birth canal in between contractions. That's it, feel me push into your hand, love.

Imagine your husband suddenly awake, about to panic, until you reassure him everything is fine and that the baby's almost here. So you lie on your side, your husband spooning you from behind and holding up your leg to help you, and start pushing.

You reach down, huffing and puffing through the burning in your pussy as the head crowns.

"Keep going, you're so strong. Keep pushing," your husband whispers in your ear. You let out a little cry after a hard push, the head filling your hands until it fully emerges.

"The h-head is out…f-feel," you pant, catching your breath to prepare for the next contraction. Your husband, still holding your leg back, slowly adjusts position to reach down with his other hand.

"Oh my God, you're doing incredible," he murmurs, holding up the head of his child hanging out from between your legs. It's huge, the baby must be at least eight pounds.

Imagine your husband looking down at the sight of you, lying languidly in your bed, stomach hard and low, panting heavily at the enormous pressure in your tenderest areas. The sight of his baby hanging out of his beautiful, birthing wife is too much and he leans down to kiss you, planting kisses on your forehead when your breathing quickens at the start of another contraction.

Imagine burying your face into your pillow, drawing your legs back, and pushing as hard as you can. You're covered in sweat now, the hardest part of your labor almost over. You husband holds your leg with one hand, staring down at you mesmerized. This baby is huge, but it's sliding out of you a little at a time, your pushes coming one on top of another now.

Imagine it's time. Spread your legs a bit wider, and push. Puuuush. Imagine your partner exclaiming in delight, but you're too focused on giving birth to register what he's saying. He reaches down to cradle the head and body as the rest wriggles out of you.

Imagine your partner holding your freshly-born baby and kissing you fiercely, telling you he can't wait to watch you do that again.

How Okoye was looking at Attuma after he places another shark on her doorstep as a courting gift.

Jumpman jumpman

there are nawt enough stories and imagines reflecting how much I would let tenoch destroy my throat. just a ridiculously beautiful and charming man, but crumbs on here. crumbs!!!!! I hope for the second week of bp:wk out there are more

shameless

pairing: namor x (f)reader

word count: 548

warnings: eighteen+ content, m receiving oral, mentions and implications of past sexual encounters, deep throating on the beach basically, poetic af, no spoilers but let’s pretend that certain things didn’t happen and this makes sense, a bit of dirty talk, a touch of forbidden relationship, reader is from wakanda.

note: here’s a crumb from a whore who is also scouring every part of the internet for more content of this man!!!

The beach is quiet at night. The calm movements of the waves mingling with the hum of insects in the trees make for a peaceful symphony, that even the most lonesome hearted could feel serenity from.

It’s why you found yourself down here when you couldn’t sleep. Sand between your toes, your weight sinking into it like a welcome abyss. The sounds of the ocean, of nature, bringing a peace of mind to your ever racing thoughts on most nights.

You liked the alone time.

Liked to be left with only you and the water. As if it washed away every mental ailment that stung you that day, that week—month. A refreshing breath of air.

A ritual that morphed itself into something forbidden when he began showing up.

Your alone time turning into something shared with someone you should have turned your back to. Should have made your way back up the sand the first night he appeared out of the water.

Anger. Fear. Anything other than acceptance should have soiled your once peaceful time. Should have kept you from returning every night.

Not being the reason why you kept returning.

That anger and fear never showing up, when he always did.

You wondered if he waited for you. Every night. To see your silhouette darken the shore as he waited just below the surface.

Like a predator waiting for its prey.

You should hate him.

Hating him was easier than whatever these meetings turned into.

Going from something innocent, a way to not be alone, water and oil meeting and trying to learn to be one; to something you should feel ashamed over.

The quiet of the beach now tainted, soiled, with sounds of mouths pressed together, moans, skin on skin.

Just as the anger and fear never showed neither did the shame. You knew if you dug deep enough there might be hatred and guilt aimed at yourself—where it should be aimed at him.

Both unfair when you really thought about it. Unfair for you to feel hatred when its route cause felt so good.

Unfair for you to aim hatred at him when there had been no forcing, no convincing, no manipulation to get you like this. To start this. To continue it.

You had other things to hate him for. But this was not one of them.

Even after that first night when he had left your bottom covered in sand, thighs soaked from your arousal and his mouth; guilt and hatred were washed away with his tongue, like the waves he disappeared in.

That’s why it’s no surprise the only thing you feel right now as tiny stones in the sand dig into your knees, throat feeling raw, jaw aching, deep groans sounding from above you—is pleasure.

The peace of the night ruined by wet sputters.

“What would your queen say if she saw you like this?” Namor’s tone is rough and lust riddled. Hips snapping forward as his fingers dig into the back of your skull, as he keeps your mouth attached to his cock, as he uses your mouth, your tongue—your throat—as nothing more than something to conquer, claim. There’s a smirk on his lips when you look up at him, as drool runs down your chin. “Shameless. Perfect,” he grunts.

I'll leave this 👆 here... You Decide 🤔

My First Rape.🖤

A story by @nastytiaa21. Stories are tagged #nastytiaa

** WARNING: EXTREME RAPE & VIOLENCE FANTASY IF YOU ARE OFFENDED EASILY OR UNDER 18 DO NOT READ **

I was rubbing my pussy and edging all night and came up with a fictional rape story. This story is not related to or about any actual person or real life situation and is fantasy. It’s a little long because it’s apart of a longer project. Please give me some feedback and excuse grammar errors. And thank you for supporting your favorite slut😘😘

“I don’t know if I should go Keisha. I really want to stay in tonight.”

“Stay in and do what? Drink wine, binge Netflix and cry a river over your ex? As usual?” Keisha did have a point. Ever since my ex boyfriend left me for an instagram bimbo whore a month bth ago, I’ve been spending my weekends crying on my couch and eating ice cream. 💔 I could get out and live a little. “Alright girl. I’ll meet you at 11.”

I showered, lathered myself in my favorite hibiscus lotion and rose petal perfume before picking out my outfit for the night. A tight red halter dress that fit my body like a glove, showcasing my juicy thick ass and 34D tits. I straightened my naturally kinky hair and it hung past my shoulders. I did my makeup, threw on the highest heels and was ready to go. 💃🏾💇🏾‍♀️👠

I did a 360 spin in the mirror and bent over to wiggle my ass. My dress was so short that my pussy would peak out at the slightest bend. This was a far cry from my usual tomboy style. Since guys like my ex loved sluts so much, I’m going to be one tonight.😈Besides, I had been cooped up for so long I’d almost forgot how sexy I am underneath all the depression. 😍😍

We finally get to the overcrowded Hip Hop club and 2 step our way to the bar. The loud music, cheap weaves and cheap cologne reminded exactly why I didn’t want to come in the first place. Dude after dude sent drinks or shot their shot either Keisha or I. And I couldn’t blame them for trying-we were the hottest girls in the club. But there were either too ugly, too broke, too, Bad breathe, etc. A tall light skin brother bought Keisha a drink and spit some retired pick up line, whisking her onto the dance floor. 🤦🏾‍♀️

This left me standing in the middle of the dance floor awkwardly. I scanned the room and that’s when my eyes landed on him. He was really tall, about 6’4” and tattoos graffitied all over his Cinnamon shaded skin. His waves spun deeply in a low cut Caesar and his juicy lips were surrounded by a neatly trimmed beard. His light brown eyes had me mesmerized and I couldn’t believe it when they locked with mine. He started slowly yet cooly walking towards me. I wanted to be his slut tonight, no doubts about it. 😻😻

He walked up, leaned in and his deep voice beemed into my ear and slapped my ass. “Dance. Now.” In an authoritative tone. Normally, I would spazz tf out on a a dude, let alone a stranger, for invading my personal space and being so damn rude. But for some reason, I found myself obeying this rude man and seductively twerking my ass on the print of his dick. I felt like I had something to prove so I worked my ass, making my asscheeks pop in every direction and touching my toes with the skill of a Houston stripper. Men began to stare at my exposed pussy while I danced on him.

I felt his bulge grow and he reached in front of my dress and began playing with my clit. He had his other hand massaging my left tit. He still had yet to introduce himself but the jolts of pleasure going up my spine told me to just go with the flow and keep grinding on his fingers. He slipped a finger inside me and began working my dripping pussy.💧💧 Now both men and women were watching and some even took out their phones to record. 🎥i didn’t care. I just didn’t want him to stop-I needed this. I leaned back against his broad chest and lean six pack and threw my head into his neck ecstasy. I inhaled his Tom Ford cologne as my legs began to shake. He finger fucked my pussy harder, taking breaks to pinch and pull my clit every few seconds. I couldn’t take it and I squirted all over myself right in the middle of the dance floor. 🌊🌊

Instantly, guilt and shame consumed me. I know I said I wanted to be a slut tonight but I didn’t mean no wild shit like this. I turned to him apologetically and spoke into his ear. “I ..um.. usually don’t do stuff like this. I’m trying get over a really bad break—“ he walks away mid sentence and disapears into the crowd, without so much as a goodbye or anything. I stand there with my cum running down my legs into a small puddle between my stilettos with a stumped look on my face. How fucking rude! “Dickhead!” I scream out loud. 😡🤬🖕🏾🖕🏾

Getting played by the cutie in front of everyone had bruised my ego and fucked up my attitude. So I found Keisha, pulled her from her dude and told her I was ready to go. She dropped me off at my building. Something felt especially eerie as my high heels clicked toward my apartment door.Im drunk so it’s takes me a few minutes but I finally put my key in the lock and open the door—a strong presence punches me in the back of the head and I land face down on my living room floor. A gloved hand tightly grips my neck and the other groping my tits and fondling my pussy. Fear paralyzed my limbs and panic clouded my thoughts. My bladder gave out as a piss pooled beneath me. Tears stream down my face. No amount Law & Order SVU episodes could prepare me for this. He was too strong for my 5’2” frame to fight off. There was no way to escape. 😢😩😨

He slaps me while applying more pressure to his big hand wrapped around my skinny neck. He’s flicking my clit with his index finger quickly and though I feel like I’m about to pass out I kinda like the sensation. I felt life slipping from my body but at least I was about to go with my pussy being pet🤷🏾‍♀️ I had already accepted I wasn’t going to make it out of this alive.My lips start to quiver as they turn purple. This is it. I think to myself. I begin praying silently and he lets go of my neck just in time. Then, I hear his belt unbuckle.

“Please.. don’t.. do.. this.” I gasp for air as I speak. “You.. can… take.. my…money… please.. just.. don’t.” He ignores my pleas and I feel his hard dick position at the entry of my slit. To my surprise I was dripping wet. How could my body betray me like this? I didn’t want this. Or did I ?

I still begged him to stop but this time in a lower tone. He easily slid all 12 inches of raw dick into my tight pussy mercilessly. He pulled all the way out and plunged back in repeatedly with speed and precision, holding an animalistic rhythm . He was fucking like he just did a 10 year bid in jail. I screeched feeling his girth glide against the deepest of my walls. I had never felt anything like this. My cries of pain turned into cries of pleasure. Very quickly ‘Stop, Please don’t do this’ turned to ‘Please don’t stop fucking me.’😈🍆💦🙈

He replied by slapping me so hard that my head banged into the hard word floor beneath me and my nose created a puddle of blood beneath me. I felt his dick grow harder inside me and his stroke speed up to 1000 at the sight of my blood. I was willing to though any torture to keep feeling this dick stroke me.👊🏾🤛🏾🤕

That was until he grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table nearby. “Please..no..” I begged. I didn’t know what he was going to do with the bottle but I knew it was going to hurt. With no warning he shoves it in my ass with no lube. My dry, tight little ass feel like it’s being split in 2. The pain is unnbearable. However I can still feel his big dick in my pussy while he’s raping my asshole with the wine bottle. And that feels good. The bottle is stretching my ass too wide. I cry and receive WAP! to the face from his thick leather belt, this one busting my lip.

He continues to fuck me and use his free hand to slap, punch and spit on my head, and back over and over. The harder he hits me the wetter my pussy gets wet. I feel blood oozing from my asshole and down onto my pussy from being used by the glass bottle. The blood excites him again and this time I feel him grind his teeth as his dick tenses up. “Who’s the dickhead now little bitch?” He says in a deep voice. It was him 😍 He blasted a thick creamy load right inside my sore pussy while he beat my ass. I couldn’t move due to the overwhelming feelings of both pain and euphoria. I can’t stand another moment of this trying to convince myself that this wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had. Everything goes black…..🖤

I wake up the next morning and I’m still on the same spot, faced down on the living floor. My red dress is at my ankles. Flash backs of last night dance in my mind and I look touch my pussy and I feel a thick long rope of cum dripping out of it. A few feet away is the bloody wine bottle. I’m kinda happy I lost consciousness and just let him have his way with me. I hope he comes back. I couldn’t believe I actually got raped. And fuck, it loved every second of it.😍😍👅👅