#He's such a good boy

[luffington]

insatiable ♡

➤ summary: Yamato discovers how much he likes you pulling his hair. (18+)

➤ pairing: yamato x afab!reader

➤ word count: 1.2k

➤ warnings: soft dom!yamato, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, size kink, male terms for yamato

➤ notes: no plot, head empty, just drooling over yamato (ꈍᴗꈍ)

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Large, calloused hands pushed your knees further apart. The metal handcuffs circling his wrists were almost as cold as the ice he wielded, sending a shiver up your spine when they pressed against your skin. Yet Yamato’s smirk was as warm and playful as ever as he crawled further up the worn-out mattress. Positioning himself between your legs, which spread even further apart to accommodate his broad shoulders. He grinned at the sight of your pretty cunt, already wet and waiting for him. Loving the way you squirmed and blushed under his intent gaze. 

“Aww, are you feeling shy?” Yamato teased, sounding very pleased with himself. He lightly dragged his fingertips up your legs and traced patterns on your upper thighs.

Vulnerable was a better word. Even though you’d fucked several times, you still felt weak in the presence of such a powerful man, bigger than you in both size and strength. Plus, his stamina was absurd. Every hookup ended with you being too fucked out to utter a single word. 

Reassuring you that he’d take care of you (which you didn’t doubt), he playfully nipped at your hip with his sharp canines. Yamato was a simple man – when he wanted pussy, he wanted it now. No time for teasing or drawn-out foreplay. So he flattened his tongue and licked up your folds in one long stripe, making you squeak and jerk your legs around his shoulders. Humming in delight, he lapped at your labia with a look of pure satisfaction. 

The blunt tip of his tongue prodded at your entrance for only a moment before diving in. Roughly thrusting the entire muscle inside you in one go. He was absolutely addicted to your cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, grabbing a handful of Yamato’s thick hair by the roots to pull his mouth impossibly closer to you. He groaned and visibly winced at the pressure on his scalp. With wide eyes, you immediately moved your hands away. “Shit, I’m so sorry!”

He just laughed brightly. “S’okay! Don’t worry about it. It's better than grabbing my horns!” 

The reference made you look away in embarrassment. Yamato’s strap-on of choice was… generous, even for his height. One time, he was pounding into you hard enough to crack the bed frame, threatening to penetrate your womb with every thrust. While screaming his name and begging for more, you unintentionally used the oni’s horns as handlebars. Thankfully, you didn’t hurt him, but Yamato joked away his daddy-issues-based insecurities the entire next day by calling himself a wild bull. 

But that made the current situation confusing. Surely you didn’t pull his hair hard enough to cause him any real pain. You weren’t capable of it – at least, not accidentally. Why was his reaction so intense?

“Actually, I… kinda liked it.” He sounded uncharacteristically timid, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Oh, now you understood. 

His vulnerability lasted for only a moment before he regained his confidence. Unhooking his arms from around your thighs, he removed the orange rods tying his hair back and let his locks fall around his face. Seeing him without a ponytail was a rarity. Hair unruly and unwashed, the color of snow melting into water. He looked feral and fierce and gorgeous.

With an eager grin, Yamato asked, “Can you do it again?”

Obviously, you indulged him, running both of your hands through his wavy hair before gripping it firmly and pulling upwards. His eyes fell shut in bliss with a brazenly erotic moan. Commanding you to keep your fingers there, he buried his face in your cunt ferociously. His tongue squirmed around your insides hungrily. Brushing over every inch of space and claiming your wet walls as his own. No technique involved, just raw desire – and it drove you insane.

You grasped his hair even harder to hear more lusty groans rip from Yamato’s throat, and you realized he was humping the mattress. With hooded, unfocused eyes, you watched as he slipped his hand under his hakama’s waistband to touch himself in time with each tug at his scalp. Seeing him get off on your touch and taste only made you buck your hips onto his tongue, forcing the muscle further inside you.

“Ahh, Yama, you’re so deep.” You threw your head back against the pillow, grinding your cunt against his lips. 

“Yeah? I can go even deeper,” he chuckled devilishly. 

Trusting you to keep your legs around his shoulders, he released his bruising grip on your thigh. Teasingly rubbing over your puffy lips, then shoving the digits as far in your cunt as they could go. You choked on your own spit, babbling incoherently when he began scissoring your tight hole apart. A bright smile lighting up his face at the squelchy wet noises coming from your hole. 

“Your pussy’s so loud. It’s begging for me, telling me it wants more.” His filthy words sent even more heat straight to your core. Spreading your pussy wide apart, he licked between his fingers, rabidly consuming you and nuzzling the tip of his nose against your clit. 

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, and Yamato could tell by the way your legs clamped around his back in a vice grip. “Holy shit, ahh, I’m gonna cum…”

He pulled away, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing. Raising his eyebrow, he stated, “You didn’t ask for my permission.”

With a pout and your best puppy eyes, you whimpered, “Please?”

Roughly tugging his hair for added effect made him groan out in ecstasy. He sighed in dramatic defeat – as if he would ever deny you of your pleasure. “Fuck, whatever, good enough. Cream on my tongue, baby.”

You grinned smugly, delighted that you’d discovered his weakness. But that quickly disappeared into a scream as he dove back into your cunt, suctioning his mouth around your hole. Licking and sucking wildly, making a mess of his pretty face. The burning pressure built up inside you burst with a desperate cry of his name, clutching his hair like your life depended on it. 

Yamato continued to eat your cunt throughout your high, not wanting to waste a single drop of your sweet slick. Once the aftershocks subsided, you literally had to kick his back to remind him to stop. Your body could only take so much of his insatiable appetite. He frowned adorably, but ceased his actions. A lewd string of your wetness combined with his spit kept his lips tethered to your hole.

“Learned something new about myself today,” Yamato smirked, removing his hand from his pants to show you his own juices glistening on his skin. You licked your lips longingly, and he gladly slid his fingers in your mouth, letting you clean them off with a needy whine. “You better not use this against me.”

“Yama, I wanna fuck you, not fight you.” You laughed lightheartedly and motioned for him to come closer. The warrior was always on edge, ready to go into fight or flight mode. You hoped your time together could soothe his nerves, even for just a few hours. 

Crawling on top of you and using his weight to press you even further into the mattress, Yamato pulled you into a messy and needy kiss. He hadn’t cum yet and was still raring to go. It was your turn to take care of him, and you planned on keeping one hand in his hair the whole time.

[umbrellacam]

Young Justice Special (No Man's Land)

I love Bart so much. he's just so all-in. at all times. always. 2000% committed, he's been called upon to cheer Robin up, he will Cheer. Robin. Up.

also: I LOVE BART SO MUCH. zipping all the way out of NML and back in to bring this man in need a fully dressed turkey, no comment even made, just a background gesture of compassion. darling <333

[mortalgirlie]

Hear me out Shangtsung did nothing wrong

Just looks how cute he is... LIU KANG is the real villain😬

( And Syzoth is just a dramaqueen forget abt him🤭)

[juustozzi]

day 26: livio from trigun maximum

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

[squidkid15]

Scrunkle. Just really the most guy to ever exist.

[littleduelist]

Also here's my son being very pink pony club

[corkylecorko]

刘黑曜石; Moonlit Facade

The Millelith Army's Mysterious Medic

"The soldiers seem to relax as soon as they discover that Heiyaoshi is around. Not only does he treat any kind of wound with the utmost care, he soothes his patients with gentle words and assurance, like a mother pampering her child." — Baizhu

Liyue is especially lively at night, illuminated by restaurants' and shops' late hours, under the careful watch of the glazed obsidian moon.

The battlefield is certainly no joke, and Liu Heiyaoshi knows that very well. But any soldier who has served for long enough knows that anything put under Heiyaoshi's care will not only return as good as new, but even with a little bow on top like a mindfully wrapped gift.

That's all most know about him. Medic by day... no one knows what he does at night. If one wished to meet him outside of work, the best time to do so would be midnight, near the beginning of the month, when the moon is its brightest. Even then, there is a good chance he is still as undetectable as any other night. An easier—and safer—way to find out what Heiyaoshi does after work is to ask one of the few he's closest to; a confident, outgoing young man who is quite literally nothing like Heiyaoshi.

He seems to have a knack for numbers and the stars, which he'll go on and on about... But when asked about himself, he'll always say;

'All these stars, but you turned to me?'

⋄ Occultatum Lunatum

⋄ Hydro - Catalyst

⋄ Liyue

⋄ 6/14

[sbd-laytall]

Just a guy and his best doggo.

Batman (1940) #471

[k1d1c4rus]

the way cboyz trick is an obedient brat is soooo good. so many people either go full brat or full demure obedient which are both fine like there’s absolutely nothing wrong with either of those ways of approaching kink/sex but i love how he will talk back but never says no ❤️ he just wants to take everything his partner gives to him!! perfect little good boy 🥰

omg this ask makes me so happy bc like .... he's a bitch but he Wants to get Fucked so like he'd never be enough of a bitch to jeopardise that!! for example he'd hateeee orgasm denial bc he is spoilt and absolutely doesn't want to be denied anything but he'd to it if he was asked nicely (or not nicely) enough bc he loves doing what he's told more. he loves to bitch and bite back but is never gonna say no!!

[vvitchy-succubus]

Please enjoy some wholesome Betelgeuse content

[wrixie]

> A good daddy ;A;

[calmcoldevening]

Picnic

The scorching Texas sun makes you squint and cover your strained eyes with the palm of your hand. A light arid wind drives dust tubers along the deserted roads; somewhere in the distance, small birds are chirping. Rare milky clouds float across the sky.

You're sitting in the shade of the trees, slowly swinging on a swing. It seems like you've been here for at least ten minutes, glaring at the front door of the Sawyer house. Drayton and Chop-Top weren't at home, so you weren't too worried. Waiting for Bubba has always been something intriguing. And even though you told the man that there was no need for a "Pretty Lady" mask, he still seemed to be trying to make himself pretty for you.

Swinging back and forth, you sometimes deliberately kick a small basket standing not far from the swing. You wanted to spend this evening alone with Bubba, away from this bloodthirsty house of maniacs. You want a more relaxed and romantic atmosphere. And Sawyer Jr. didn't seem to mind, after all, he loved to fulfill your wishes; seeing your bright smile and sparkling eyes is the best reward for this cute big guy.

Finally, there is a prolonged creak of the door, and you look up. Bubba closes the door and turns to face you, awkwardly fingering her fingers. You jump off the swing and approach the man. His dark hair was carefully combed, although it still stuck out in different directions; he was wearing a voluminous beige shirt, which he most likely kept in the closet for special occasions; the leather mask was carefully cleaned of blood residue. Copper eyes shifted their attention from you to foreign objects and back, looking for approval in your gaze. You couldn't help but appreciate his efforts.

"You're so pretty, honey," you purr, smiling, kissing Sawyer on the cheek; Bubba begins to babble something unintelligible, shyly twitching his shoulders, "Let's go."

Without waiting for his actions, you take the big guy by the hand and drag him towards the swing to grab the basket. Bubba immediately snatches it out of your hands, muttering something under his breath. Oh, this boy, he wants to be your faithful knight.

You walk across the field in search of the most convenient place for a picnic. You tell funny stories; tell what happened to you during the day; share your plans for the coming weeks with a man. And although this dialogue is one-sided, you hear how Bubba sometimes laughs at your jokes or squeezes your hand a little harder in agreement. These wordless conversations always inspired you with courage and a sense of security, something about it was so pleasant and even fabulous.

Bubba always loved touching you. So now, when you walked holding hands, the man was extremely happy. He literally jumped up and down, walking next to you. Without all these responsibilities to protect his family and chop down uninvited guests like ordinary pigs, Bubba felt joyful and calm in his own way. Right now, all he was focusing on was you. Your hair sparkling in the sun; soft skin; caring fingers squeezing his big palm; your bubbly laugh and pleasant voice. Bubba couldn't get enough of it. He never thought that such a wonderful girl would communicate with him, much less meet. You made his life a fairy tale.

When you reached some spacious clearing, you led Sawyer to a tree, gently snatching the basket from him and putting it in the shade. You take out a plaid bedspread that you recently found in the attic of the house and washed, and lay it out on the grass.

"Sit down," you say, pointing Bubba to the ground, and he obeys.

You pull out of the basket several plates with sandwiches, fruits and other food, distributing them on the surface of the blanket. You, of course, do not forget about the water, without which it would be impossible to do in such a strong heat.

Slowly eating snacks, you continue to talk to Bubba on abstract topics. It seems to really relax him after working with a noisy chainsaw for a long time. He leans on the tree behind him and wearily closes his eyes.

"Be careful," you giggle, brushing off the edges of the mask at Bubba's mouth; he opens his eyes in surprise and looks away, continuing his unintelligible babble, — Hey, baby, I didn't mean to offend you.

You kiss him on the lips.

Bubba looks at you dumbfounded, but then goes to meet you, clumsily answering. He draws patterns on your bare thigh with his fingers.

After a couple of minutes, you leave it in the shade and go further into the field, hoping to collect enough flowers. It seems to you that this wonderful boy lacks the same beautiful crown.

Picking up flowers turned out to be not such a big task: they grew literally everywhere, yellow heads with greenish-brown cores, small sanvitalia peeked out among the golden grass. It's not the first time you've seen these cute plants, but it's the first time you're going to weave an improvised crown out of them. The plan turned out to be successful: thanks to its rather long stems, pliably bending under your dexterous movements, the flowers clung to each other very well. After a good seven minutes, a weighty wreath of sanvitalia rested in your hands.

"Baby, close your eyes," you say, smiling, walking towards Bubba and putting your hands behind your back.

Sawyer gets a little tense from your playful tone, bending his whole body to the side to look at your hidden hands, but gives up, sighing and closing his eyes. You carefully approach the man and kneel in front of him, laying a wreath on his curly hair, slightly smoothing the dark curls with your hand.

"That's it," you whisper, touching Bubba's cheek with your palm, "Now my prince has his own crown."

A man opens his eyes just at the time when you lure him into another kiss. Soft and sensual. Your plump lips are circling over Bubba's inept mouth. You put one hand in his hair, guiding his head behind the back of his head to meet you, and lower the other on his neck, stroking the skin hidden by the rough surface of the shirt. The man squeals and goes limp under your caresses, leaning on a tree and grabbing you under the hips.

"We can continue when we get home," you coo into his lips, moving away a little.

You pull away from his grip and sit down next to him, feeling him blush. It took him at least five minutes to get his heartbeat back to normal.

Now Bubba is sitting and enthusiastically twirling a wreath in his hands. It seems he liked the sanvitalia. He slowly circles the delicate rapeseed petals with his thick fingers, imagining with what difficulty and desire you collected them and woven them together.

Then Bubba shudders and looks at the flowers with wide eyes. There was a big fluffy bee sitting on his arm, mincing over his skin. Bubba starts humming, getting your attention. At first you don't understand his actions, but when you notice a small insect, you giggle internally. He's so big, but he's afraid of bugs. You sit down closer to the man and touch his hand with your own, slowly moving your palm towards the beetle.

"Bubba, it's just a bee," you lightly stroke its furry back, and the insect, spreading its wings, rises up, "It pollinates flowers and allows the fruits that you love so much to grow."

You lift his chin with your hand and look into his sad eyes. Tears are streaming down his cheeks under the mask.

"And they also make honey," you kiss Bubba on the nose.

As soon as Sawyer Jr. calms down, you pack up all your things and help Bubba, who is still coming to his senses, get up. He will remember this shock for a long time.

"Come on, let's go home. What about sweet tea with cookies?"

You see how he actively nods and smiles, closing his eyes.

[beeceit]

I think there's a lot of underutilized potential of little timmy getting himself hurt on accident while his parents are on a trip- not because Mrs. Mac is negligent, but because he's a stubborn little shit who loves helping and tries cooking or cleaning something for her while she's not looking, because he doesn't realize how little and incompetent he is by nature of his age

[glowingmember]

Tav and I have been watching Physical:100 and this has been us since the first team challenge