#I’m hornknee help

[gojosoups]

toji and sukuna love a good full nelson as they fuck their cock into you, all while you’re helpless and at their mercy. gojo loves a mean mating press or even the classic missionary, stretching you in all kinds of positions all while maintaining eye contact. geto’s addicted to doggy style because he gets to force you into a mean arch and watch your ass ripple with each thrust of his cock

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | part two

“first impressions”

part one | honeymoonin’

A/N: well, well, well, fancy that we’re all meeting up here, huh? 🥵 first, I just wanted to give a big thank you to @itsokbbygrl who has been feeding my brain rot all day. I appreciate you so so much and your input is extremely helpful 🥺 I do not have a lot of knowledge on the adult film industry, but I’m eager to dive into it with y’all. We all have our different preferences and tastes when it comes to porn, (if you choose to watch it) but for me personally, I’m into porn that is catered to women. And guess who else is? Joel fuckin’ Miller! I hope these impromptu drabbles give you all the warm, fuzzy, and hornknee feelings. In this household, we support sex workers 💗 we also support healthy communication during sex, safe sex, and sexual liberation for everyone. Thank u also to @strang3lov3 for the title 🤍

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Summary: it’s your first time meeting Joel Miller, your new adult film partner

Pairing | pornstar!joel miller x pornstar f!reader (and a sprinkle of pornstar!tommy miller. More to come in later chapters!)

Warnings: 30s reader/40s joel, general discussions of the porn industry, brief discussions of workplace trauma, mild swearing, kissing, slightly inappropriate workplace relationship, boss/employee power dynamic but it’s only lightly explored in this chapter, voyeurism, light smut, f!masturbation, reader has no physical descriptions, mentions of cigarettes and alcohol consumption, +18, minors dni! Let me know if I missed anything!

When you moved back to Austin Texas looking for a fresh start after a rather rocky experience doing unsatisfying pornos as a regular on screen talent for the mega studio, Brazzers, you never expected to rejoin the industry through a professional studio. After being fired, you settled on making solo amateur films in an attempt to pay your bills and make ends meet. The only problem was rent in LA was nowhere near affordable, and the pay was significantly less than you’d been bringing in from the studio. That’s when you made the decision to leave the state of California entirely, looking eastward towards a once-familiar home.

Your roots were in rural Texas, and although your parents ultimately disowned you for joining the adult film industry, you still had a support group of fellow transplants in Austin that had missed you terribly.

The porn industry was always evolving, but with these changes came an influx of new content. You had a decent following for a small time account, but without the promotion budget that came with films produced at larger studios, your homemade solo films were inevitably pushed to the bottom of the pecking order, making it difficult to expand your audience. You thought about quitting entirely and getting an everyday job as a receptionist at some corporate office, until one night you stumbled upon a channel account that was based in Austin. “Miller-Co, Real people, real sex, professionally produced for your pleasure.” Surrounded by unpacked moving boxes on your single, sad, sofa, you poured yourself a tall glass of wine and clicked on the first video that appeared on the channel’s page, its male lead catching your eye immediately and you clicked the video details to find his name.

Joel Miller was big in every possible sense. From his hands, to his biceps, to his strong thighs. His cock was stunning. It wasn’t the longest cock you had ever seen, but it was deliciously thick, a girth that had you salivating immediately. Not only was it big, but the more you watched, the more you learned he sure knew how to use it. Despite Joel’s brooding nature, his attentive care to his partners on screen was something you had never seen before. He was a talker, a praiser and it seemed he only did scenes in positions where he could see his partners face while they came. The studio lighting was softer, inviting, and very, very intimate.

You clicked through more videos. Joel’s apparent brother, Tommy Miller, was also a big talker, but he reminded you more of a sweet frat boy with some serious golden retriever energy. In simple terms, Tommy liked to pound it. His style seemed more physically intense and fun, lighthearted even. He could do more sensual, intimacy based scenes, but that was more Joel’s forte, you gleaned as you continued to consume their content. Tommy’s cock had an inch or so on his brother, but his cock wasn’t as thick. What it lacked it girth it made up for with how it was curved, and you could only imagine how easy it would be for him to hit that spot inside of you that sent you keening.

The more you watched these two brothers in their element, the damper your flimsy panties grew. It had been so long since you had gotten off while watching porn that you weren’t even sure if you could have a successful orgasm from it. Boy, were you wrong.

Your clit was soon overstimulated and pulsing beneath the soft silicon of your vibrator. You tossed the toy to the side and paused the video while you caught your breath for a few minutes, coming down from your high. A sense of post-orgasmic clarity settled in your mind and something was telling you that working for this channel’s studio might end up being your calling. A wonderful, horny twist of fate. Your ticket back into the industry that had left you both emotionally and physically bruised.

You couldn’t help the gleeful giggle that slipped past your lips the further you scrolled down the channel’s main page, looking for information on Miller-Co’s parent studio, and discovered a link at the bottom: Auditions.

You scrambled to update your resumé, and threw together a portfolio of your past work and clicked on the link. You submitted your application and downed the rest of your wine before closing the screen to your laptop with a decompressing sigh.

No one could say that you didn’t try.

On the other side of town Joel Miller was just closing up the studio for the evening to meet Tommy at their usual watering hole for a drink. His phone buzzed, notifying him that he had a new email and while he walked to his truck, he opened the email.

He had been recently looking for a new film partner outside of his current talent pool. Things were going well at his and Tommy’s boutique adult film studio, they were starting to see growth, and that meant making sure there was regularly fresh content for their growing audience.

Despite receiving 100s of applicants a day from his online posting on his studio’s PornHub channel, none of them were quite what Joel was looking for..until he opened up your application. Joel got a sudden overwhelming feeling in his chest that you were exactly the type of on-screen partner he was looking for. He exited out of the email and sent a quick text to Tommy. Hey, I'm gonna be a few minutes late. Got an applicant that I think will be perfect.

After sending the text to his brother, he opened the email once more. Your resumé was brief, and a noticeable frown crossed over his face when he saw that you were ex-Brazzers. When Joel was 18 and fresh to the industry, he worked for Brazzers. Being so green, he hadn’t known what exactly to expect, so he suffered through in the name of independence and regular pay, but he had hated it, and especially hated the way it made him feel. The culture there had led him to never wanting to partake in making that type of porn again. There was no emphasis on the comfort of his female partners, little to no communication between the actors, and Joel ultimately was uncomfortable with following through with the things he was requested to do. Half the time it didn’t even feel good. And what the hell is the point of making porn if both participants aren’t having fun and feeling pleasure?

For this reason, he felt wrong viewing the content that you had made with Brazzers. Given his prior experience, he could only imagine what you had gone through, and he didn’t want to see you that way. His business was solely based around respect, consent, and comfort as a top priority.

He opted to view your solo amateur content instead. You were a natural, and he knew that he could easily make you a star, if that’s what you truly wanted. Joel knew that mixing pleasure with business, in this industry in particular, could end up messy, but he never felt so physically and emotionally attracted to another human being till now.

His fingers worked fast on the screen as he responded to the email.

Hello,

It’s after working hours for me, but I just went over your application. You’re a natural, and I would be extremely interested in meeting for an official audition. Here is the address to the studio, and my personal work number.

I am off tomorrow, but if you are interested, I can go ahead and schedule a meeting for noon?

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Joel Miller.

He receives an email response from you five minutes later just when he starts the engine of his truck.

Hello Joel,

I would absolutely be interested in coming in for an official audition tomorrow. Noon works for me as well.

See you then!

He lets out a sigh of relief at your response and despite his goal to remain professional, he can’t help the flush that rises to his cheeks at the thought of filming with you. He sends a calendar invite to your email address with the meeting time of noon tomorrow. He tosses his phone into the cup holder and finally drives to the bar.

“She’s ex-Brazzers. Moved all the way from LA just like you and me.” Joel discusses with Tommy over a beer. He takes a sip from the rim and slides his phone across the table to the opposite end of the booth where Tommy is sitting.

“And she’s only been doing solo amateur content as of late?”

“Yeah, she’s only got a few videos up, but it sounds like she’s ready to dip her toe back into the industry. She’s a natural, Tommy. Real captivatin’ on camera.”

Tommy glances down at your application and lightly taps out a bit of ash from his cigarette in the ashtray resting near his elbow. “That so? Well, guess I’m just gonna have to see for myself jus’ how captivatin’ she is.” He looked over at his brother with a knowing grin and pulled out his earbuds from his jacket pocket and slipped them in.

Joel intently observes his brother watching one of your solo films and when he sees Tommy reach down to adjust himself, he couldn’t help but grin.

Tommy’s cheeks have a bright flush to them as he hits pause on the video, taking out one of the earbuds and makes direct eye contact with his brother. “Holy fuck, she’s gorgeous. Those eyes? Brother, I feel like I was being sucked into the screen! God, and her little whimpers? The way they kept gettin’ higher and higher—” Tommy said animatedly.

Joel feels a twinge of jealousy zip up his spine like he was shocked. Tommy’s never been shy, and neither has Joel, but he’s already feeling protective over you and he hasn’t even met you yet. “Yeah, she is a thing of beauty, ain’t she? I don’t know what it is about her, but I love her energy.” Joel comments thoughtfully.

Tommy, being the horndog that he is, can't help but look back down at the screen and the part where the video has paused. Your thighs are spread wide, fingers playing with your clit, teasing yourself while making occasional direct eye contact with the camera. “And god, that pussy? Y’ever see somethin’ so pretty? Bet she tastes like fuckin’ honey.” Tommy drawls.

“Tommy.” Joel snaps his fingers in front of his face in a quick motion. “Don’t go gettin’ too excited now. I’m the one meetin’ with her.” Joel gently reminds him.

“Well, I can see why ya like her so much already, Joel.” He winks and slides the phone back in his direction. “Don’t go gettin’ your panties in a twist. I think just based on this single video, she’s gonna be a good fit. On a serious note, I hope that Brazzers didn’t fuck her up too much.” He reaches for his beer and takes a sip.

“It’s her energy man, it’s infectious. She seems so gentle, soft, but you can tell that she knows exactly what she wants just by looking into her eyes alone.” Joel said rather dreamily.

“Y’gonna give ‘er the ole Joel Miller razzle dazzle then?” Tommy wiggled his eyebrows playfully with a chuckle.

Joel rolled his eyes and flipped him off before taking another sip of his beer. “All depends on her comfort level during our first interaction. I want her to know that she gets to call all the shots.”

Tommy tips his beer towards Joel in a mock salute. “And yet they say chivalry is dead.”

At first you wonder if Miller-Co is just another too good to be true scam and Joel had played you, providing you with the wrong address on purpose. Maybe this was a sign for you to never try studio work in the adult film industry again. You were standing outside of a hardware store, triple checking the address while simultaneously looking up at the sign: Miller-Co

Joel is sitting behind his desk when he sees you teetering around outside. He checks the time on his watch—quarter to noon—and smiles. He’s a punctual person himself and always had this philosophy of showing up earlier than planned out of respect for everyone’s valuable time.

He gets up from his desk and walks towards the door just as you’re turning on your heel to walk away.

The door swings open behind you with a sweet chime, and then you hear the raspy timbre of his voice, his smooth southern accent that already has you feeling weak in the knees.

“Are you my 12 o’clock?” He grins a boyish grin that oozes a level of natural confidence and charm that men dream of possessing.

“Oh.” You laugh and fiddle with the strap on your purse. “I totally thought I had the wrong place for a second there.”

“Sorry ‘bout the confusion, darlin.’ Folks ‘round these parts can be…sensitive to what we’re doing here. Gotta be sure they ain’t have a clue what they’re walkin’ by, be discreet, y’know?” He holds the door open with his shoulder effortlessly, and you get a good look at his handsome features. Joel Miller is tall, well-groomed, and there’s something immediately comforting about him. You can’t quite put your finger on what that thing is, but it might have to do with the selfless energy that radiates from the depths of his soft, espresso colored eyes. Or maybe it’s the endearing heart-shaped patches in his gray speckled beard.

“Oh, thank god!” You laugh again, hoping he didn’t notice your staring, and he chuckles. Something flickers in your eyes that Joel registers as unabashed curiosity. He clocks the slight hitch of your breath, your pupils dilating.

“I take it you’re probably used to dingy warehouses, unkempt garages, and the occasional sketchy office building?” Joel quips. He slips one of his hands into the faded pocket of his denim jeans.

“Yeah, how did you know?” You retort with false sarcasm and a small smile.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Lucky guess?”

“Well, you didn’t not hit the nail on the head, Mr. Miller.”

You swear you see him blush, the tops of his cheeks turning a flushed pink color. “Oh, please, call me Joel, darlin’. Mr. Miller makes me feel so..old.” He laughs and subtly gestures to the open door. “And hope ya don’t mind me sayin’ this, but ain’t you jus’ the sweetest n’ prettiest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of layin’ my eyes on.” He winks. “Shall we?”

“Oh, please, you aren’t old at all, Joel,” you brush away his self deprecation as his compliment leaves you feeling flustered, the heat beginning to rise to your cheeks. “So, your videos weren’t lying then? You really are a sweet talker?” You flirt back.

“Some days I feel like I am, got a bad back and ‘a that. And, oh, I am quite the sweet talker, darlin’.” He holds the door open for you as you slip past him, brushing up against the rough denim of his jeans due to his sheer mass taking up most of the entryway.

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach when your eyes zone in on an all-to familiar black leather couch pressed up against the side of the wall. He notices your immediate discomfort and hesitation and clears his throat alongside you. “We uh—don’t film anythin’ on that, darlin’. It’s there more as a joke than anythin’.”

He sees you visibly let out a sigh of relief as your shoulders relax. You don’t see his face, but his lips are set in a deep frown and he genuinely feels bad. “There’s no leather couches or bright, headache inducin’ lights where I film, darlin’,” he adds softly and steps around you to pull back the chair at his desk.

You’re not even sure what to think or say as he pulls the chair back and you quietly sit down and watch as he sits across from you. “Hey, before we get into talkin’ business, I’m aware that you worked for Brazzers at one point, saw it on the application you submitted, and I jus’ wanted to let you know that me sayin’ ‘lucky guess’ back there was to ease your nerves. I understand what it’s like coming from that world, could tell that you were feelin’ a bit apprehensive, and I didn’t wanna jump right on into discussing your portfolio out in the open, y’know?” He held steady eye contact with you which was something that you normally would be intimidated by, but Joel wasn’t trying to make you feel small, his concern was genuine.

“It’s just been awhile for me since working there, but I appreciate you trying to ease the tension, Joel. I swear I’m not always this jumpy,” you add softly and he smiles.

“S’alright. I understand. I jus’ wanna start off by sayin’ that I want you to be comfortable, darlin’. That’s our first priority. We can film in the studio if you want. Now, personally, I never film here. All feels a bit too sterile for me; got a set up at home to film there. Feels more natural, but if you would rather be here, we can make that work.” He clicks a few buttons on the desktop mouse and pulls up your application so he has it to directly reference.

“Your first priority is that you want me to be comfortable?” The question tumbles past your lips and your pupils are blown wide. In past jobs your comfort was always pushed to the very bottom. It was viewed as insignificant and something that you were told you’d just have to suck up and get over. There was always a limited budget, which meant limited time, which meant little care given to anything other than hard and fast, turn and burn shoot days. And the studio executives cared about little except increasing profits year over year, so time and time again, you’d endured a lack of connection with your scene partners and set crew alike, never more than a quick direction thrown your way. No, comfortable was a far cry from what you were used to.

He’s not taken aback by your response at all. It’s something that he’s all-too familiar with, unfortunately. “Of course, darlin’. That’s the key to makin’ good porn, ain’t it? Both parties gotta be comfortable, otherwise the audience won’t feel connected to what they’re viewin’. All sex sells, but intimacy sells more.”

“I’m just not used to this kind of treatment, Joel. I honestly didn’t even believe that it existed in the adult film industry. The whole notion of comfort above all is just…new for me.”

“I know it is, darlin’,” Joel takes a breath before continuing, “I’m ex-Brazzers, too. Started there when I was 18, and left on my 30th birthday.” This was a piece of Joel’s past that was especially private, it came with baggage he still wasn’t entirely ready to unpack, and yet sharing this with you felt comforting for him.

“Oh my god, did they fire you too?” You lean forward in your chair feeling shocked that someone else in the industry shared the same awful experience as you did.

Joel’s heart shatters when he learns that you were fired. It makes him angry for you and the other women in the industry that were often released from their contracts for frivolous reasons. How could they let someone like you go? You have all the potential in the world with real, raw, talent, and on top of that, you were an absolute knockout. Those motherfuckers had a goldmine with you, and yet they couldn’t see what Joel sees.

“No, darlin’,” he frowns, “they didn’t. My brother and I made the decision to quit on our own. We stayed in LA for awhile with some old costars and made some amateur films before we moved back home to Austin, and started our own studio. I’ve strived to make porn that is catered to women. It’s a market that’s been largely untapped, and I’m lookin’ to shift the industry by showing how profitable it is,” he explains honestly. “And folks deserve to see real sex full of connection and intimacy and even sometimes some bloopers,” he chuckles. “It’s something that I’m incredibly passionate about, and that’s why it’s my utmost priority to make sure that you are respected and feel comfortable.”

You shrink in on yourself when the wave of sudden emotions hit and you don’t even realize your crying till Joel is getting up in a haste with a few tissues in his hand. His eyes are laced with concern as he crouches in front of you. “Hey, I’m sorry, darlin’. Didn’t mean t’make ya cry. I jus’—know how harmful the industry can be, and ‘m tryin’ to build a safe space within it.”

Fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks as you try to laugh through the tears. You feel pathetic for breaking down in front of this man who you have only just met. He must think you’re a lost cause in the industry if you can’t even hold yourself together for more than five minutes. You sniffle as he gently brings the tissue upwards towards your face and gently brushes away your tears. “I’m sorry, Joel. I don’t mean to turn into this blubbering fuckin’ mess.”

“Hey, ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for, darlin’,” he coos. “Maybe we wanna get outta here for some fresh air? If you’d like? Know a nice quiet coffee shop jus’ down the street. How do you feel about that?”

You look at him through wet lashes and parted lips when you slowly nod. “Uh—yeah. That would..be great. I’m just not exactly comfortable in this environment,” you murmur.

“I understand. No hard feelin’s taken or anythin’. Would you like some help gettin’ up?” He offers you his freehand.

“You’re not..upset?” You question softly and grasp his hand in your palm as he gently helps you up from the chair. His palm is warm against yours and massive in size.

“Upset? No, not at all. I meant it when I said that your comfort is a priority, darlin.’” He affirms.

After you’ve composed yourself a bit, you let Joel lead the way to the quiet coffee shop down the street. He holds the door open for you and lets you pick a secluded table in the back. When you offer to pay for the coffees, he interjects with a small grin and shakes his head. “S’on me, darlin’. G’on now and make yourself comfy,” he nudges you gently towards the table.

It’s a depressing thought to have, but you think about how no man has ever treated you with the kindness and respect that Joel Miller has thus far. It’s the bare minimum, but you appreciate him for it deeply.

He returns with two lattes and places them on the table before taking a seat across from you. “Y’jus’ let me know when and if you wanna continue the conversation, alright? There’s no rush. I ain’t got anywhere else to be.”

You grasp the mug between your palms and let the warm steam wafting from the mug kiss your skin as you look over at him. “Well, I figured it would be okay with me to share with you a list of things I’m not comfortable with?” You lean over the side of the chair and reach into your purse to pull out a folded up piece of paper that you drafted up after submitting the application last night.

He nods and takes a sip of his latte. “Of course that’s okay for you to do. I’ve got a form for you to sign back at the studio that includes a section disclosing your limitations and your personal comforts. We like to keep it on file so we can prepare everyone before shoot day, that way there ain’t any accidental crossed boundaries.” He reaches across the table and gently takes the paper from you.

Despite everything Joel has told you thus far, you’re afraid that he’ll end up being judgemental based on your list. It’s pretty much everything that mainstream porn runs on: bondage, punishment, gang bangs, overstimulation, and anal to name a few. You’re already thinking of getting up from the table, and protecting what’s left of your ego when he sets the paper down, reaches for your hand, gently picks it up and kisses the back of it while looking into your eyes. “This is it? We can absolutely work with this, darlin’. Don’t you worry none,” he reassures you.

His lips against your skin are like two plush pillows. Soft, silky and it’s hard to not imagine what those lips would feel like pressed against either of your own. You expected shame, and instead were greeted with the complete opposite. He validated you, and that alone was making your head spin like a ferris wheel.

“I know you ain’t have any pleasant experiences in the industry, and that’s a damn shame. But I can promise you that you won’t have to worry about none of that with me. Okay, darlin’? Sweet girl, I’m gonna be honest with ya because that’s jus’ the kind of man I am. Y’got some serious talent that I think has been severely overlooked. I can make you into a real star if that’s what you want. I’m simply jus’ actin’ as a guideway for ya. And between you and me? I love my job, and I hope that maybe I’ll be able to turn those bad experiences you had into somethin’ good.”

Your eyes focus on his lips and their movement with each word that flows past them. Neither of you realize how close you’re leaning over the table till you can practically taste the hazelnut latte lingering on his tongue.

“Joel, I swear I heard every word you just said, and please tell me if I’m being unprofessional given the circumstances, but I really want to kiss you right now,” you breathe.

His brow raises and a dimple pokes through his cheek as a grin tugs across the corner of his lips. He chuckles softly, “Well, lucky for you, it’s totally appropriate given the circumstances. Jus’ one of the many perks of bein’ in this industry, darlin’. Unbridled desire is personally one of my favorite things.” He leans in closer, his tone dropping down to an octave that made you tingle with desire, and admits quietly, just for you, “If we weren’t here in this coffee shop right now, I’d show you just how unbridled my desire can be.”

You gripped the edge of the table for dear life. It took everything in you to not rip that man’s clothes off right then and there. That part of you that had laid so dormant was crackling to life again, and he could see those emotions swirling in your eyes. “Maybe we should get those papers signed so that you can show me if you’re really just all talk?” Your brow quirked upwards, mouth lifting into a flirtatious smirk just as his nose brushed against your own.

“Think you’ve seen enough to me to know that I ain’t bluffin’, darlin’.” His hot breath fans your lips as you reach across the table and rest a hand on his shoulder, the other steadying your balance on the table. Joel lifts his hand to your face and gently guides you by your chin. His lips brush yours, testing the waters while your tongue swipes confidently at his lower lip. He surges forward, hand moving from your chin to cup your face where your jaw meets your neck and deepens the kiss. You unconsciously let a soft moan loose, lost in the feeling, and Joel feels his cock come to life at the sound. It’s a good thing the barista behind the counter is too busy watching a YouTube video to see you and Joel practically gorging on each other's faces.

You can feel him smiling against your mouth before he leaves you with a final press of his lips and pulls back, sitting back in his chair, shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he brings his thumb up to the corner of his lips and wipes away a stray strand of saliva. “Think I’m gonna get a little somethin’ to eat. Y’want anythin’?” He rasps and reaches for his wallet in his pocket.

“Yeah.” You grin and rest your chin in your palms. “Something..sweet.”

A flush rises to his cheeks as he stands up from the chair and discreetly adjusts himself in his jeans and you giggle at the sight. You’d think it was his first rodeo by how quickly he had grown hard from just kissing you. Then again, Joel did say that he loved his job. And if he treated the less significant parts of his job like that, you were more than looking forward to seeing, feeling, him do the other parts of his job he loved, too.

You sat in that coffee shop for hours getting to know one another. It felt like no time had gone by at all, and it was obvious that you both were feeling that spark of an immediate connection blossoming. There was no denial that you and Joel were physically attracted to one another, but you had no idea what doors were now opened because of this first meeting. The chemistry was palpable, electricity ricocheting off the walls, and that unspoken language between one another was apparent.

“Hey, Joel? I think I’m ready to sign those forms now,” you spoke, wading through the building sexual tension.

“Perfect.” He grins. “Let’s go n’get ‘em signed.” He pats your thigh gently.

Once you’re back in the studio, Joel goes over every section of the documents and answers every single one of your questions with direct thoughtfulness and professionalism. You can hear your pulse beating in your ears when you sign the last page, clenching your thighs to abate the need growing between your legs.

“Now, there’s no rush to filmin’ anythin’ right away, okay? We don’t gotta dive head first if you wanna go home and process all of this, I completely understand. But, if you’re interested, I can give you my address and we can—”

“How about you drive me to your place instead?” You coyly interjected with a grin.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Anon from the bunny outfit thing with host again if you excuse me it’s hornknee hours cOUGH COuGgH what if he wore the outfit as well to “help with the readers confidence” I’m sorry-

Also, I’m hoping to interact with here more, so I wanted to ask is 👁‍🗨 Anon taken? If not that then ♠️ works just fine too :)

(I don't believe with have any two emoji anons so that one's definitely available.)

"I'm not so sure about this, Host. The color is-"

"Feeling a little self conscious? That's alright, I can help with that."

Host snaps his fingers. In the blink of an eye, his fancy suit is replaced with a the swimsuit half of a bunny outfit, collar and sleeveess cuffs still around his neck and wrists. A bunny ear headband appears on his head, the left ear folded over itself. He places his hands beside his ribcage, tie drapped around his neck lifting up slightly as he pushes the latex, and his chest, upwards.

"Does this make you feel any better?

[amimimi]

sk8 boys would reacting to you pulling them in by their belt

synopsis: you pulling the sk8 babes in by their belts for a kiss

pairings: joe x reader, cherry x reader, reki x reader, langa x reader

warnings: kissing, suggestive themes, swearing

notes: not me just seeing this tiktok trend ...but thoughts are being thunk...❤️ also, i apologize in advance for any grammatical/spelling errors

word count: 1,930

JOE

this flirty ass b*tch 😒

he thinks he’s so smooth...and he is!

i see y’all bar hopping in the early talking stages of your relationship

so you’re seated the bar and you’re kinda annoyed because maybe there are a couple girls who come up to him and offer to buy him a drink? (of course they would, have you seen how he’s built?)

BUT THAT’S NOT EVEN THE BAD PART

this mf get’s up from his stool and starts FLIRTING BACK?? AND YOU’RE JUST SITTING THERE LIKE —🧍‍♀️

but then he turns back to you and see’s the displeased look on your face.

cue joe nervously laughing and gently shooing the other girls away

but you’re already pissed bc like? the nerve of him? and in front of you??

you stare straight past him, leaning your elbow up on the bar table as he stands in front of you. babbling out apologies(?)

if you can even call them that?

“babe, i’m sorry! you know it’s force of habit! i didn’t even get to see what they looked like! and they were being nice! what was I supposed to do? tell them to get gone? i was just being polite to them, i’m a feminist after all 😏—”

b*tch...what?

you feel like you’re getting dumber just listening to him

so you kinda tilt your head to look at him and let your hands settle on the front of his belt

his voice kinda tilts? like it slightly gets a just a bit higher ?

before he can even make a smart ass remark, you firmly tug him towards you and kiss him

he hums in surprise before chuckling into the kiss and bringing his warm, calloused hands up to your face

he pulls away and quickly pecks at your lips before playfully outing

“oof, so mean”

“but you like that” you reply before kissing him again

meanwhile, the bartender is watching yall like “😐😑😐”

REKI

like with joe, i imagine you pulling this stunt off in the beginning of your relationship

you and reki are in the little workshop behind his house doing normal relationship stuff

you know, reki working on a skateboard repair while you lovingly admire his side profile...yea ❤️

he’s so absorbed in his work, his eyebrows are furrowed every so slightly, and he’ll randomly clench his jaw and WOWOWOW HE LOOK SO GOOD!

you feel so blessed just being able to take this sight in

you’re watching him intently with your elbows propped up on the table and your face resting between your hands

reki’s in the middle of tightening the screws when he notices you looking out of his peripheral vision

he glances over to you and sees you staring at him

have y’all seen that meme of meghan markle at her wedding looking up at harry?

YEA, YEA you’re literally looking up at reki like that

and boy does reki get FLUSTERED

he tries to act cool about catching you staring but baby is blushing way too hard

“w-what?”, reki mentally kicks himself for stammering as he returns his focus to the skateboard

“you look really hot right now”

reki damn near chokes and his face gets even more red (if that’s even possible)

he turns his back to you to reach for a wrench on the wall adjacent to him

but he's trynna hide how hard he's blushing uwu

you're laughing now and the melodic sound makes the tension in reki’s shoulders dissipate

yea...y’all are whipped for each other

reki is pouting with his back to you, still “looking” for his wrench

when all of sudden, he feels your hands settle on his waist, urging him to turn around

"rekiiiiii", you playfully whine. "i can't admire my boyfriend?"

he's turning around to tell you that he's busy, but then your fingers hook onto his belt

and before his brain can compute what's happening, you're sharply tugging his belt and your mouth is on his, hot and heavy

and reki moans

and it's so high-pitched and so earnest and so loud, you almost want to giggle

but then his knees buckle and he kinda collapses forward into you

so y'all both kinda shuffle back, but reki manages to catch himself by wrapping his arms around you for support

you're about to pull away to ask if he's okay, but then he brings one hand up to your face and parts his mouth

and when you gasp against his mouth, he feels slightly relieved knowing his dignity has been saved somehow

reki pulls away first, panting, and rests his forehead against your collarbone, trying to hide his face again

"you suck" he murmurs into your chest, slightly dizzy

you hum contentedly, combing his hair back before kissing the top of his head

CHERRY

first of all, this mf is an aries (just when i thought he couldn’t get sexier)

and aries men...🥴

basically, you have to do a lot to actually fluster this man

so let’s say he takes you with him for a two-day work trip on a nearby island

while he works with his clients during the day, you busy yourself by wandering around the hotel or walking along the beach

basically, the only time the two of you have together is in the evening

it’s your last night before y’all have to return to okinawa

kaoru tells you to get dressed and takes you out to this expensive ass restaurant and he’s sooooo f*cking romantic

the love in his eyes,,,, his soft ass smile as he watches you ramble in between taking sips from your wine glass

he’s looking at you as you’re personally responsible for the sun rising each day

i mean, you could’ve been talking about how you saw a crab on the beach that was missing a leg, and kaoru would just be like “tell me more bby 🥰😍”

when y’all make it back to the hotel, you’re both a little tipsy (kaoru is more so buzzed)

you’re holding onto kaoru’s arm as you both take the elevator up to your hotel room

kaoru feels you slightly sway against him and he leans over to kiss the top of your head

“you alright, darling?” he murmurs into your hair

he takes your hand in his and runs the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand

and he does all of this while his lips are pressed against the top of your head— SIR PLS ✋😩

it’s an chaste act and you know he’s genuinely concerned but after two glasses of wine, your brain is just—🥴

hornknee thoughts only 😩💯

sloppily, you wiggle out of kaoru’s embrace before centering yourself in front of him with your hands placed on his chest

at your action, kaoru’s eyebrow raises ever so slightly but he keeps silent, slightly amused

“you’re so f*cking fine” you murmur, slightly smoothing your hands over kaoru’s chest, staring him right in eye

“oh?”

“yea, and you don’t even try. What’s that like?”

by now, kaoru’s softly smiling. “what’s what like, my love?”

“what’s it like to be so hot without even trying?”

and before ol boy can even reply to that, your hands find his belt before firmly pulling him in for a kiss

kaoru hums at the sudden jolt but then sighs appreciatively through his nose and wastes no time parting his mouth for you

b*tch, you’re the one who’s moaning skxhsnwje

still kissing you, he smooths your hair back with one hand before grabbing a fistful of your hair

he firmly yanks your hair back and deepens the kiss, and you just— 🤸‍♀️

the moan that elicits from you, is OTHERWORLDY

you feel the elevator roll to a stop

kaoru pulls back with a grin on his face and so much love in his eyes that you’re tempted to go in for round two

but then the elevator door slides open and he grabs your hand, tugging you into the hallways

as he leads you to the hotel room, kaoru slightly turns his head back to smile at you, with the same amount of love in his eyes

LANGA

i feel like langa may get flustered as easily as reki might, but he’s manages to be a lot more cool about it

which kinda drives you up the wall? you just wanna see your boyfriend embarrassed for once

all he does is slightly blush with a straight face and glance away

so let’s say he’s walking you home after you, him, and reki were hanging about at a skatepark

the sun had already set and langa is walking beside you with his skateboard under one arm.

the walk is pretty silent, but it’s a comfortable silence. langa finds that he and you can soak up each other’s presence without having to say a word

you see him jolt out of your peripheral vision and you’re like ???

before you can glance over and ask if he’s okay, he quickly grabs your hand

you glance up at him, confused, and he simply replies “i forgot to hold your hand, sorry”

langa wtf??

fighting back the urge to laugh, you squeeze his hand and tell him it’s fine

both of you share a soft smile, before the easy silence continues for the rest of the walk

when y’all arrive on your porch steps, you turn to him and thank him for walking you home

langa assures you it’s no problem before saying goodnight

he’s turns around and takes a couple steps away, when you clear your throat

he glances back at you, quizzically

you’re standing on the porch step, with your hands behind your back.

there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes

“aren’t you forgetting something?” you playfully chide him

langa: 😐😑😐

you can literally see the gears turning in langa’s head

“...did you want me to walk you to your bedroom?”

you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you, and langa feels his cheeks reddened slightly

“angel, no. I meant a goodnight kiss?”

“o-oh, right”

his brows furrowed slightly as he determinedly making his way over to you

he’s so—&:&72737

as he’s making his way over, an idea pops into your head and you kinda “>:3”

when langa is standing in front of you, your hands grip onto his belt and you yank him into a kiss

bby boy almost drops his skateboard

he quickly inhaled through his nose before giving a stuttered moan and you smile into the kiss

you’re standing on the first step to your porch so the added height is giving you more access

BITE HIS MFIN LIP! he will gasp so prettily into your mouth

entranced, he keeps leaning more and more forward, that is, until the back of your foot hits the step behind you

stumbling backwards, you fall back and pull langa along right with you

you fall right on your ass, yelping as you knock foreheads with langa as he falls into you

so now, you’re both left moaning, gripping your foreheads

“are you okay?” langa asks you, dropping his hand from his forehead revealing a red mark

you begin to laugh at the sight of it and langa just stares at you, confused but slightly defensive

“w-what?!”

“your forehead is red” you giggle

“well yea, you slammed your forehead into mine”

“you slammed your forehead into mine” you give him a quick peck on his lip before smoothing his hair hair back

“that looks like it’s gonna bruise,” you murmur and press a kiss to his forehead “I’ll get you some ice, come inside”

end notes: i wanted to get this out in time for cherry’s bday!

[silkylious]

Liquor, Liquor Lips (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

Fandom: jujutsu kaisen

Pairing: gojo x gn reader

Cw: fluff, suggestive, unedited, repost 🧍🏻‍♀️

Wordcount: 1k

Notes: this is entirely @maminari's fault 💀 i'm just hornknee for gojo's lips man 🥸 practiced building tension and focusing less on prose heavy writing its kinda ass tho 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“Come on, don’t tell me you’re scared of heights now.”

Of course, you’re not scared. You are a reputable and perfectly capable First Grade sorcerer, you’ve seen the jujutsu world for all its ugly and terrifying, you’ve successfully exorcised a couple Special Grade cursed spirits. So what’s a little ferris wheel ride compared to the vile beings you face off everyday? Nothing, it’s nothing. You repeat in your head as you stare up at the two-hundred-something feet tall contraption towering over you.

Satoru’s hand squeezes yours, and you’re dragged back down to reality, standing hand-in-hand with your freakishly tall boyfriend who sticks out like a sore thumb in the waiting line to the ride.

He leans down until his lips are leveled with your ear, pressing a glossy kiss to your earlobe before whispering, “You know, if you want out we can always do something else, sweetheart,”

You fight the urge to shy away from his affection, still not used to how openly and confidently he showers you in it. When you said yes to his unexpected advances towards you a little over two weeks ago, you hadn’t realized just how physically doting he would be. Not that you’re complaining, it’s only a little jarring to be flooded with unconditional warmth and fondness after so many years of lacking it.

Squeezing his hand back, you found some twisted comfort in digging your nails into his skin. He runs impossibly warm and the feeling of hot, slightly clammy skin underneath your own is grounding.

“I’m fine, just a little queasy. Must be that horrible mocktail you made me drink.”

His soap opera-esque gasp draws attention to the both of you, and you allow yourself the liberty of giving him one hard pinch to the back of his hand. Satoru could not seem any less bothered if he tired. “Blasphemous. That Cinderella was top notch,”

“You mean your three gallons of sugar in a glass?”

You quip, he returns the favour enthusiastically, and before you know it you’ve reached the front of the queue. Satoru, ever the gentleman, helps you into the pod—not so subtly letting his fingers linger on your skin—then climbs in himself. Watching him trying to get his comically long limbs comfortable in such a tight space has you holding back a short, but he eventually settles.

Your legs are awkwardly tangled together, he takes up way too much space, he looks entirely out of place, and your heart beats a little faster, too preoccupied with the man sitting across from you to notices that your carriage is ascending.

Satoru sees you staring—of course he does, he sees all—and soaks it up like the fiend he is. His pretty, glossed lips stretch into a familiar teasing smile and there’s a no-good twinkle in his eyes that leave you hoping whatever bullshit comes out of his mouth next won’t fluster you off the ride.

“Something wrong? You’re staring pretty intensely there,” he pointedly drops his gaze from your eyes to your lips, absolutely shameless as he always is.

How could you not stare? He’s been dragging this out for long enough already, reveling in your desperate little head tilts when he kisses you goodbye just one inch away from where you want him, need him, the way you can’t keep your eyes off of his mouth as he talks and talks and talks.

Satoru’s been pouting and smiling and biting his fucking lips all day, and though that’s nothing out of the ordinary, you’re at your limit. You wonder how you didn’t completely fucking lose it, when he brashly wiped away some whipped cream on your face earlier on in the day, staring his thumb down as if contemplating his next move before staring you right in the eyes over the rim of his glasses and obscenely sucking the residue off between plump, pink lips.

Satoru knows what he’s doing, his too damn pretty smile says it all.

The ferris wheel slows to a stop, the fact that you’re two-hundred feet off the ground is the farthest thing from your mind at the moment. No, the only thing you can even process is your angle-like boyfriend of two weeks egging you on with a grin so devilish it puts Lucifer to shame.

Your body is situating itself on his lap before you get the chance to comprehend what in the fuck you’re doing. The carriage rocks slightly with the sudden force of your movement, but you don’t care, not when his hands are so delightfully warm against your waist.

You see the mild surprise in his eyes as Satoru stabilizes you, only lasting a second before the devil dances on his handsome features again.

He’s a bad influence. You’re high up in the sky, vulnerable to any prying looks and you know he won’t stop you. Quite the opposite.

Satoru’s large hand clasps firmly around your nape, pulls you until you can smell the fruity mocktail in his breath, mouth brushing against yours with every spoken syllable.

“You gonna kiss me or what?”

Satoru Gojo talks way too much, is the last coherent thought on your mind before they’re all promptly wiped away.

His lips are somehow softer than they look as they pucker against yours. You can taste the cherry chapstick he religiously applies, taste the sweetness of his drink, the sweetness of him.

As is his brand, he’s anything but shy while he drags you back in again and again, greedily taking in your scent, your flavour, your feel. His hands roam up and down your sides before settling on your hips, demanding your body be even closer to his.

You know you need to stop, this is incredibly indecent, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away from him when you finally, finally got what you’ve been waiting so patiently for. And yet it’s not enough. He’s feels so addicting, sounds so addicting when he muffles a whine in your kiss like that—

“Ew! What the fuck!”

You scramble out of his lap at record speed only to be faced with the traumatized faces of your students in the carriage behind you.

Satoru, having no real sense of dignity, merely chuckles as he throws a wink your way. You’re left with the horrifying realization that he knew all along.

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[sebsxphia]

Being needy for Phoenix and begging her to play with you rather than going out and meeting with your friends like you had planned when you see her in her pretty little mini dress, only for her to turn you down and make you go to the bar. She will tease you the entire time you are there, having her hand on your thigh, going up towards your dress, exactly where you want her only for her to pull her hand back. Groping you when no one is looking, tracing the outline of your lips with her fingers, pressing your bottom link only to pull it back just as you are trying to pull them in your mouth. Placing her hand on your neck when she realizes you are starting to slip. Making you sit there and be pretty while she teases you and talk with the guys, making them on purposefully ask you questions. She decides its time to go when you look over at her for help for the third time after a question, realizing you are too needy to focus and becoming her dumb princess. Giving an excuse, getting you both out of there into her car. Only to continue teasing you, this time tracing your cunt over you panties as she drivers. Sometimes pulling back and making you suck on her fingers. You will not even realize you have arrived home, still sucking on her fingers, trying to hump the sit. She will be trilled that she got you dumb before she even fully touched you. As you get inside pushing you back against the door pressing herself against you she will go “Aww , what a dumb little whore you are for me, I can feel you throbbing even through both of our panties. Did I turned you too dumb to answer princess? Are you too needy for mommy that you can’t answer. It’s okay. Let mommy take care of it, take care of you. When I touch you what am I going to find princess ? That slutty pussy of mine all wet for me?“ -🍑

HGHHHHHHHHHHH IM WATCHING THE GOOD COP AT THE MOMENT AND IM IN HORNKNEE FOR MONCIA RIGHT NOW AND BOTH OF THESE THOTS JUST DID ME IN 🥴😵‍💫

i am absolutely speechless. my head is completely empty and there isn’t a single thought in my head rn!!!!!!

the first one, omg so real. natasha could so easily get you into subspace and all dumb without you even realizing it’s happening. she would make it her pride and joy to see you needy and desperate, pawing all over her and soaked through your panties.

the second one though!! oh my god!! fucking loosing it and natasha sat on your chest, her thighs spread and coming in front of your face. and the degrading words, calling you a bitch in heat and saying how you’ll probably hump every corner you could find!! and the continual spitting!!! how do you know my kinks so good my beloved anon!!!!

i’m just so sorry you’re at your parents and you don’t have your vibe, that’s so cruel 😭😭 i truly hope you can feel some relief soon!! but thank you so, so much for this insane thot my beloved anon!! 💌

[bbykeijis]

HQ BOYS RESPONSES TO “i NEED YOU”

# most of haikyuu boys are included

summary: how the haikyuu boys reply to you saying you need them over text with various degrees of accuracy <3

author’s note: it has been a long while since i’ve touched this show properly but i’m 85% sure these are accurate enough, you feel me? enjoy!

genre & warnings: comedy ! fluff ! slightly suggestive !

responds seriously. they want to know if you’re safe assuming the text is you asking for help or needing comfort. they’re probably already on their way to your house just to make sure <3 — bokuto, aran, AKAASHI, kindaichi, ushijima, YAMAGUCHI, iwazumi, ASAHI, daichi, osamu

responds with a dirty text. these guys are gonna tease the shit out of you, alright? i hope you’re ready for them to give you a call because they’re hornknee & gonna want proof <3 — OIKAWA, iwazumi, tanaka, ATSUMU, suna, tendō, matsukawa, ukai, terūshima, sugawara

makes a joke or something. these guys? they’re just in a silly goofy mood yknow? “i need you.” “oh you need something! well, guess what, y/n. i need-” —nishinoya, kuroo, LEV, hinata, atsumu, TANAKA, sugawara, TERŪSHIMA, goshiki, bokuto

leaves you on read no matter what your intention was. they’re probably tired… or they genuinely don’t care right now. they’re busy but they’ll make it up to you later. maybe. — TSUKISHIMA, sakusa, kenma, semi, kyōtani, yaku, UKAI, yaku, kageyama

blocked you — sakusa

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[jeongwife]

well since we’re all talking about chan😏 imagine dom!chan who’s over you disobeying him and just manhandles the hell out of you… i’m losing my mind

-💌

💌 ANON YOU’RE GOING TO K WORD ME ONE OF THESE DAYS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ love that for us bestie <3 i’m really sorry this is so poorly written wghejw i’m not doing the best mentally so it’s kinda hard to be hornknee 💀 but i also wanna talk about chan sooooo ;-;

i think about this way too much bc even though chan pretends that he hates when you disobey him, he loves it as much as you love riling him up bc it gives him an excuse to punish you. maybe you’ve been teasing him the entire night while you were out, so the moment you get home he’s pushing you onto the bed and tearing your clothes off, warning you that you’re not allowed to touch him at all as he teases you over your panties. when he finally pushes them aside to slip his fingers into you, your hands fly down to tug at his hair. he immediately pulls his fingers out of you, glaring at you as he says, “didn’t i tell you no touching, baby? does my little slut not know how to follow orders? do you not want to cum?”

chan’s warning is more than enough to reduce you into a submissive, whimpering state, incoherent babbles leaving you as you promise to be good and do as he says. satisfied, he goes back to what he was doing, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy and listening to your pitiful whines for more. when he unexpectedly thrusts them back in with more force to strike your sweet spot, your back arches off the bed instantly as your hands can’t help but grab at his hair to anchor yourself. you let out a weak whimper when his movements cease, and your tightly-shut eyes flutter open when you feel him pull his fingers out of you again, only to meet his angry, lustful stare that sends a shiver up your spine at the thought of the punishment he now has in mind for you.

“my pathetic slut really can’t follow orders,” chan tsks with mock disappointment, his hands clutching at your hips to flip you over before ripping off your panties. seconds later, you feel chan push into you with one smooth thrusts, bottoming out and starting a brutal pace immediately. all you can do is sob into the sheets and grab onto them as he pounds into your mercilessly; even when your arms give out, causing your upper body to slump into the bed, he doesn’t let up his rough strokes, using his strong grip to hold your hips in place so he can continue fucking into you deeply. “you want to be disobedient so bad? fine, then take your punishment, slut.” he could probably go for hours now that you made him mad, tossing you around like a ragdoll so he can manoeuvre you into whatever position he wants.

— admin lily 😵‍💫

[kumzume]

control ft. tsukishima kei

wc. 1.5k words (and it’s still ass??? a crime)

warnings. SMUT, bad writing lmao, blowjob, whiny kei, (male) masturbation, caught(??) masturbating if you squint, also abrupt ending, way too much exposition, not enough hornknee

an. writing this was like pulling teeth and it is BAD 😀 i am having a writing crisis & this is just the nail in the coffin LMAO anyways this is for @bokuhub (we talked abt it on my main blog but im so sorry ajdhks maybe i’ll write something better later <3)

kei hates feeling out of control.

it’s the reason he’s kept the same circle of friends for the past 5 years, same reason he hasn’t changed his favorite dessert order for even longer than that, and the same reason he is terrified to let you breach the wall between friends and more.

it isn’t that he doesn’t trust you—he does, with his life—but you make him feel things he’s never felt before. kei has had crushes before and he knows that this isn’t that. never in his life has he been so willing to try new things, to meet new people, to give up the control he so desperately needs and it scares him.

he’s scared to become vulnerable and open himself up to rejection or even worse, the loss of your friendship.

so, he ignores it. he pushes down his feelings of almost-but-not-fully-love for you in favor of being close to you.

the closeness, unfortunately, is also a major problem.

growing up, kei had very few friends and even fewer romantic prospects due to his callous attitude and piercing words. he’s only been kissed twice and both of those were with yamaguchi (they were thoroughly unenjoyable kisses, the both of them being 13 and never having kissed anyone else before) but he isn’t exactly ashamed of his status as an unexperienced adult virgin. it just doesn’t help his attraction to you in the slightest.

he realized early on in your “relationship” that you are very affectionate. tight hugs, forehead kisses, holding hands, and cuddling on the couch while watching movies were all normal things for you to initiate with kei on any given day. and on any given day, he would dart out of your hold with a blush on his face and a half assed excuse with a large hand covering his crotch.

he didn’t mean to get hard. it’s just, you were you, gorgeous, kind, and funny and when your soft, small hand (oh god, your hand is so much smaller than his; he wonders how it would look wrapped around his cock) finds its way in his, it’s like his body doesn’t know how to respond so it sends copious amounts of blood to his head and to his crotch.

it’s embarrassing and uncomfortable but you never seem to mind, giggling behind your hand as he darts off to fuck his fist in your bathroom for the third time this week.

this happens to be one of those times, all these thoughts clouding his mind as he stands hunched over your toilet, thrusting into the tight ring of his hand like his life depends on it. all you had done was laugh and he felt himself thicken in his boxers.

kei shakes his head, his blond strands sticking to the sweat on his forehead as he chases his high in the comfort of his hands. kei hates thinking of the way you affect him so easily, his touch-starved body craving you like an animal craves water. but he just can’t help it. thinking of you standing outside the bathroom, listening to his self pleasure and touching yourself or even better, waiting to burst in and look down on him in disgust. it’s that thought that pushes him over the edge, his whole body tensing as he paints rope after rope of cum on the porcelain seat.

kei quickly flushes the evidence of his crime down the toilet before going to wash his hands in your sink. he can hardly look at himself in the mirror, the guilt eating up his spine. is he really that desperate that he can’t hold off masturbating until he goes home? yes. the answer is yes.

he sighs and leaves the bathroom only to run right into you just outside the door. his heart rate picks up in his chest as you look him over with a sweet smile on your face, your eyes lingering on his flushed cheeks.

did you know what he had done? were you going to curse at him? kick him out? or—

“cmon kei, you were in there for forever! we need to study, stupid.” he releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding as he follows you into your bedroom, watching as you plop down on your bed and lie down on your back. your shirt rides up on your torso, giving tsukishima a good view of your soft skin and fuck, he feels himself getting hard again.

luckily, you don’t seem to notice his reaction, your eyes trained on your ceiling as a contemplative look crosses your face. “i heard you, yknow,” you say, your tone light but kei can hear an undercurrent of accusation in your words. he freezes, his golden eyes darting towards to door, calculating how much time it would take for him to bolt out the door and into his car to never see you again and—

“i didn’t mind it. your moans are pretty,” you continue, your eyes finally resting on the man in question who looks about ready to sink into the floor.

oh. oh.

kei can hardly think, let alone speak as you rise off your bed and make your way towards him, your eyes holding a glint of something he’s never seen from you before. it only takes a few strides before you’re right in front of him, gazing up into his frames through your lashes as though you’re the embarrassed one.

one of your (small) hands makes its way to hold his face and he feels like he might die, his heart is beating so fast. you give him a small sweet smile that is in direct contrast to your other hand trailing down his body to rest on his belt buckle.

if kei wasn’t hard before, he definitely is now.

you don’t move your hand from its place on his pants as your eyes focus on his bright pink face and plush bottom lip worrying in between his straight white teeth. he looks terrified and you find it in yourself to feel a little bit bad about what you’re about to do.

“kei honey?” all you get in response is a high whimper from the back of his throat and judging by the way his eyes widen and his cheeks burn even brighter, you figure that reaction wasn’t quite anticipated. you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face as your thumb reaches to pull his lip from in between his teeth, the appendage stroking over the soft, bitten skin there.

you don’t consider yourself easily surprised but when kei pulls your thumb into your mouth, sucking on it while gently laving his tongue around it, you feel your knees weaken as a wave of slick paints your underwear. “oh baby... you want me to ruin you, don’t you?”

oh fuck.

kei did want that, more than you could ever know but due to the finger in his mouth and his pounding heart, he found himself unable to answer with anything but a nearly imperceptible nod. thankfully, you saw it and are more than willing to give him what he wants.

carefully, you lead him to your bed, the hand on his belt tugging him until he’s lying back on your covers, gazing at you as though you’re the only person in the world. you feel your heart clench a little at the implications in his eyes but you quickly ignore it to focus on unbuckling his belt.

he’s hard and leaking through his boxers when you finally remove his pants, a quivering sigh leaving his mouth at the cold air hitting the dampness above his tip. when you manage to tear your eyes away from his big (holy shit, was he always that big??) cock and onto his face, the look he gives you has your clit throbbing.

“yn,” kei whines, high and breathy. “p-please touch me- ah, ah, fuck!” his words (and thoughts) are entirely cut off by the sensation of your warm, wet mouth engulfing his dick. he’s so big, you can only take him halfway but what you can’t take down your throat, you pump with your hand.

a litany of curses and moans slip from his lips as you pull up off of him to suck on the sensitive head before taking him all the way back to the hilt. one of his hands jerks to your head to grab a hold of your hair. “holy shit, i-i think i’m going to—yn-“

with only that as a warning, thick cum spills into your mouth, so much that you nearly choke before pulling off of him and stroking him through his orgasm. it takes him a moment to stop cumming, his chest heaving with the intensity of his high.

once you’re sure he’s done, you crawl up the bed until you’re lying next to kei, one of your hands finding it’s way into his hair. his eyes flutter shut at the gesture while he leans into your touch, not realizing how exhausted he is.

with a kiss to the forehead, kei falls asleep, entirely out of control and entirely in love.

[kazuhasbunny]

*in Xingqiu's voice* Right on cue! I was wondering when you just might appear!

(That's because I was having Bennett brainrot yesterday before sleeping )

Imagine Bennett and you are getting back from an adventure, the both of you sweaty and trying to catch your breath beside a tree on your way to Monstadt. His bad luck acted and the two of you had to run from a horde of Hilichruls.

Bennett looks at you, still panting from all the running and dodging. the adrenaline from escaping that situation was still high, and seeing how your clothes cling to you detailing your curves neither helped with the ragging hard on he had.

You are slumped against the trunk of a tree, the damp and thin fabric of your shirt did nothing to prevent the rough texture of the bark rubbing on your back every time you breathed. Your head was hanging and your eyes closed, relishing in the calm moment, until the soft thud of footstep on grass made you crack them open, the sight of Bennett's boots and a nice tent on his pants greeting you.

Before you could asking what's up, he shoves you down on our knees with a good push from his hand on your shoulder, then takes several steps until you have to crane your neck so you won't press your face against his crotc, but it did almost nothing since the tree behind you won't allow you to move back for more space, you are basically trapped between the tree and Bennett.

He orders you to suck him off, to which you happily oblige, but the moment you part your lips to take the tip in, he shoves his entire length down your throat, groaning as you sputtered and clenched on his cock. It's a good thing he likes to receive head, or else you wouldn't have been able to control your gags that fast nor even your breathing.

Even though he told you to blow him, he just fucked your face at such fast pace, your eyes all teary and running down your cheeks, face warm and jaw sore from having to keep it open for so long and his unapologetic thrust didn't help it, but boy how you were enjoying it. The tree behind you kept your head in place, so his cock always slides deep down with such ease, making you take every inch he has to offer.

As his orgasm closes by, he takes his cock out and fist it just as fast as he was fucking your mouth. "Keep it open" He growls, and you do as you are told. You till your head up a little bit and stick your tongue out. Your hands cup under your chin just in case some of his cum misses your face.

With a couple of pumps latter, his breath hitches as his body goes still, ropes of his hot cum lands primarily on your face. You groan as a bit of his load falls on your tongue, savoring the taste as Bennett fists his softening cock to get a few more drops of his release on you.

He steps back a little, just enough for your back to not be pressed against the tree. He puts himself back in place, and then crossed his arms across his chest as he looks at the mess on your face. You kept your head up and returned his stare, he likes it when you don't immediately clean up whenever he cums on your face.

You close your thighs and rub them together, trying to get some type of relief, you groan when a flick of pleasure course your body.

Something rubs between your knees and you look down. Bennett stuck his right left out, the from of his boot pushing through your pressed knees. You open your legs and let the foot slide between them, stopping short in front of your aching cunt. You look up at him, a blush coating your cheeks as he returns the look with his hands on his hips:

"If you want to cum, use this--" He list the tip of his boot and rubs hard on your clit. Your hands latch on his naked calf as the wave of pleasure came far stronger than what you were expecting.

He lowers his foot and your hips follow in instic, your crotch pressed against the curve of his boot so you can sit and rub your clothed clit on the leather, both of your knees beside his foot. You hug his thigh to your chest and lay your chin on it, looking up to him while you wait for his orders.

He nods and combs his gloved fingers through your hair. "Good girl" you purr at the praise and rub your cheek against his thigh.

Bennett grins and let you bask on the praise before he yanks your head up by the hair:

"But. You only have five minutes to get off, or else you won't be cumming until I decide when you will. So, get started"

Your eyes widen at his words, seemingly in terror, but in reality it only made the fire in your belly grow. You're confident that you'll finish before the five minutes mark...

...or so you thought. Whenever you lost rhythm or you moaned specially loud, at the brink of orgasm, Bennett would pull back his boot a bit so you couldn't reach it.

He grins again. Bennett really loved when you show the whore that you really, all by his hand.

OWFIFJEJI THIS IS SHIT BECAUSE I GET DUMB WHEN I GET HORN KNEE.

Sorry for the foot thing... IT'S NOT A FOOT KINK. It's more of a... shoes kind... I recently noticed that sometimes, men when wearing tick boots or dress shoes makes me? Want to? Get off on it??? Sir, I promise you I'll be a good girl and I won't soil your shoes 😳

(Thank you Trapper from DBD for setting your traps with your boots. That hot )

OH MY GOD *screams into pillow* THIS IS . the . this is totally . the . *drools excessively* i can’t form any words i’m too hornknee

ALSO its okay i kinda have a shoe kink (??) like idk what it’s called but i just want them to step on my crotch and grind it’s hind (?) on me . or i just go up ti their leg and start grinding on their shoe/boot whatever it is like the desperate slut i am . ofc when i’m fully clothed i aint want any germs 😭 but like . fuck this is extremely hot the part where bennett pats your head and it turns into gripping you harshly — creamed my panties . goodnight kazuhasbunny nation

[jenoismydad]

imagine reader being into shibari and haechan finding out, him wanting to learn more and helping you with more difficult ties and patterns and even taking photos for you(we all know this hornknee boy would take polaroids and keep them in a drawer) this eventually leads to wanting to try bondage in bed? dom haechan and bondage? maby when he feels lazy he’ll let you tie up his hands and have your way with him?

ahh i’m getting carried away but bondage haechan brain rot :) ~🫐annon <3

for context: shibari is japanese rope bondage

oh haechan for sure garner a fascination with this. especially cause it's so unique. it would kinda turn into your shared little hobby and make sex all the more exciting. and yes he'd definitely take pictures. there's no doubt about it.

no one talks about it enough but i totally see haechan being into bondage. especially basic shit like blindfolding you or bounding your wrists together.

[quindolyn]

i’m very hornknee brr -🎀

I would have absolutely no problem with being horny IF I HAD SOMEONE TO HELP ME

[simpfornegan]

okay but alexandria 🥺 can you imagine them in the same house!! and them being suspicious at first so they train together and practice shooting but once they realise it’s safe,, they realise they can have the future they talked about in the prison and at the farm 🥺 them decorating their home with little things they find on runs and cooking together, helping babysit judith and finally being able to have their own home,, no more sneaking around when they’re hornknee 😼

When they first get there they luck out because there aren’t too many houses free and Deanna is like “anyone willing to share, its two bedrooms?” And they’re both like “we can, we don’t really care pfft.😙” and nobody really questions it because it’s two rooms. Of course they share a room though because who’s gonna find out?😼

But can we take a minute to talk about Negan waking Carl up with soft kisses over his bare shoulder all the way up to his forehead in the morning? and like the fact that they wouldn’t be able to keep their hands to themselves?? It gets so bad that morning sęx becomes an issue because they’re always late to something SNSJJSJS.

Also they would be suspicious as FUCK after terminus. Like they’d constantly be checking on each other and the others in the group. They’d always go on runs together, because they don’t trust these normie ass people to have their backs like each other. They also patrol together and as often as possible because there’s an overwhelming paranoia of what happened at the farm/prison happening here for them.

Once they start to really see that the idea of Alexandria being a safe home isn’t just an idea and that it’s very much a possibility, they start to ease up and fall into a more domestic lifestyle.

Also (because you already know of my shameful past😔) Negan would totally get jealous of Ron (maybe Enid too). Like once they start to get comfortable, Carl branches out to make friends a little closer to his age and it’s obvious (expect to Carl’s dumbass) that they both like him because he’s ‘from outside the wall’ and is ‘badass’. Negan wouldn’t be like outright with it because this is Negan we’re talking about. He’d just be an asshole about it. And Carl would be like ??? And like it would go on for weeks until they get in a heated argument about it and Carl is about to leave when he realizes Negan is pushing him away. And then he realizes that Negan just wants him to be happy, and he’s also a bit self conscious. Which is new to Carl because this is Negan.

They of course have awesomely rough make up sęx though😼

THEM DECORATING THEIR HOUSE THO OMF CAN YOU IMAGINE THE CHAOS?

“We are not putting a pool table in the middle our living room Negan.”

“You have no decorative vision, kid.”

“And you do?”

“Fuck yeah. You’ve got no room to speak, look at what you’re wearing brat.”

“What!? What I’m wearing is fine Negan. This is the apocalypse, not a fashion show.”

Carl’s outfit:

SJSJSJS

but yes, it’s chaotic in the best way and they always have to compromise 😌.

Also them babysitting Judith🥺🥺

Imagine them on the living floor in a pallet with books infront of the fire place during the winter.

Or them under the cover with a flash light telling Judith stories while there’s a thunderstorm.

Or them all squeezed together on the couch, with Carl and Judith laying on Negan’s chest, taking a nap-

[officialojiroaran]

I'm good! just being a hornknee shit but that's nothing new with me 🙂 but i'm glad your doing good!

horny, huh? pardon me, doll; i’m not particularly in the mood today so i can’t help ya out. hope the problem goes away soon enough, though.

[kazuhasbunny]

Imagine telling any of the genshin men that ur thirsty and they literally grab ur face and spit in ur mouth and say "are you still thirsty, my love?" with a smile on their face

due to the ask above i have sadly passed away

okay but honestly though , spitting is honestly disgusting but i just . can’t help but ??? get h,, hornke over it like i do not know ..,, maybe cause it’s some sort of degrading act but instead of words they just ,, physically (?) do it to you ,,?

hnnm yes i’m still thirsty please spit in my mouth more </33 just imagine the cocky smile they have on their face .. ffhgr they’d definetly degrade you for enjoying this too ...,, man i’m so hornknee