#You can be a dom top and manhandle your big bottoms

[zappedbyzabka]

Bigger taller people do not have to top or be tops bigger taller people do not have to top or be tops bigger taller people do not have to be the top

[kitten4sannie]

for love of the game (teaser)

pairing: rival team! wooyoung x rival! reader (fem) x teammate! yunho

genres: college baseball au, enemies to fuckbuddies, bsf fuckbuddies, smut

summary: jung wooyoung, a pitcher with a fearsome curveball, and your self-proclaimed enemy since the beginning of the playoffs, is beyond determined to show you that he is in fact, on top. Yunho, your close friend and reliable teammate, will do everything in his power to watch it all go down.

future tag warnings (may be subject to change): tobacco/vape usage, baseball lingo?? idk, nasty mean dom! wooyo, perverted soft dom! yuyu, subby! (tiny bit bratty) reader, light brat taming, pet names/name calling, praise/degradation, dirty talk, exhibitionism/voyeurism, biting/marking, tag teaming, manhandling, size kink, oral (giving), deep-throating, spit kink, finger sucking, hair tugging, nasty hate sex against some lockers, sloppy seconds, breeding kink, creampies, dumbification

w.c: 1.6k (so far) while this teaser is about 500?? words

a/n: i love a good sports au (despite my inability to play any) fhwhwh so i’ve decided to write a nasty lil baseball fic for you all~ the parasites told me to >:)) 🖤 so here’s a teaser!!! it’s a pretty big one hehe. and if you’d like to join this specific taglist (if you’re not on my general taglist) please click on the tiny heart at the bottom of the post :33 enjoyyy~~

“Yo, baby, you got some chew on you?” someone with an irritatingly smug, yet distinctly familiar voice asked you from the other side of the snug dugout.

You immediately stood up from your seat, turning your head in the direction of the voice, just in time for you to come face to face with the Devil himself. 

Jung Wooyoung, a pitcher with a fearsome curveball, and your self-proclaimed enemy since the beginning of the playoffs, was casually leaning down against the small metal fence that separated your teams, looking up at you through the yellow lenses of his sunglasses. 

“Do I look like the type to put that nasty shit in my mouth?” you immediately snapped, taking a few steps in his direction, not realizing how hard you were squeezing your plastic water bottle until it began to audibly crunch inside your tight grasp. “Huh?” 

Wooyoung licked at the mole on his chapped bottom lip, his canines becoming visible when he smiled cockily at you. He missed his favorite plaything. You were so easy to rile up. It made his already tight pinstripe pants even tighter. “Mm, but you’ve put nastier things in your mouth, haven’t you, baby?”

Scoffing, you placed your hands on your soft hips, shaking your head, pretending his perverse words didn’t make your cheeks feel like they were already sunburnt, wanting to put up more of a front, now that your entire team was possibly listening in. “You would know a thing or two about that, wouldn’t you, Wooyoung? The handjobs you give your team aren’t doing enough for you these days, huh?” 

Wooyoung did his best to ignore the snickers and whispers of your team, taking his cap off to run his fingers through his silky raven hair, biting the corner of his lip all the while. “People talk in the locker rooms, you know. They say you really know your way around a cock. Probably from all that practice you get with your teammates, yeah?” He looked over to Yunho, who sheepishly smiled at him. “You can vouch for me, can’t you, Yun?” The batter remained quiet out of fear of your wrath.

Wooyoung was about to say more, when his vision was suddenly blurred by something cold. You had offered him mercy, dumping the rest of your water on the pitcher’s head, rather than shoving the entire bottle up his ass like you desperately wanted to. Instead of blowing up on you and embarrassing himself like you had hoped he would, Wooyoung simply flipped his hair back and put his cap back on, resulting in a few squeals from some nearby fangirls that were sitting in the stands. “If getting me hard was the goal, you succeeded, Y/N.” 

You grimaced. “You’re fucking disgusting, Wooyoung.” 

Wooyoung reached over the fence to push a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. “But, you love it, don’t you? That’s why you’re so obsessed with me.” 

“You should be obsessed with me. Maybe if you paid attention, you could figure out how to pitch a ball that I won’t knock out of the goddamn stadium.” 

You irked Wooyoung to no end, your equally quick-witted jabs getting underneath the pitcher’s tan skin. However, he wouldn’t let you have the satisfaction of seeing that, until hell itself froze over. “And if you paid attention, maybe your team would actually make it past the playoffs.” 

That was when a vein visibly began to bulge out of your temple, your jaw tensing. Wooyoung had struck a nerve. You knew it, he knew it, and your team definitely knew it. You’d give anything to make it to the championship game, but it was always just barely out of reach. The fact that Wooyoung would stoop so incredibly low had your blood boiling. You wanted nothing more than to grab the smug pitcher by his collar and spit directly in his face, but you were afraid that he would enjoy that more than you would have. So, instead you simply accepted defeat in that moment and sat back down on the bench, staring ahead at the expansive baseball field.  

You were too caught up in your own furious thoughts to notice that Yunho had left the spot he had taken up on the bench, instead leaning on the same fence Wooyoung had been chilling on just moments ago. 

“Your girl’s feisty, Yun. I fucking love it. She seems like she bites. Does she bite?” Wooyoung prodded the taller man, just as he pulled a vape out of his pocket and took a long hit, causally blowing out the smoke into Yunho’s face. 

Yunho waved the vapor away, shaking his head slightly. “She’s not mine, but yeah, she bites.” He chuckled to himself. “I bite too.”

Wooyoung hummed in response, his eyes shifting from the crowd, to the busy field, then back up to Yunho. “She’s not yours, but she lets you hit, doesn’t she? And she’ll let you hit right after the game, right?” 

“She does…She’s just very...rough.” Yunho bit his lip, thinking about how ferociously you would ride his cock in the empty locker rooms after the games you would ultimately lose, remembering all the deep bites and scratches you littered his broad body in, knowing you wouldn’t let him go until you left his cock raw and so sensitive, he was ready to cry. He was more of a softie himself, not exactly cut out for the animalistic sex you required after such a brutal loss. Wooyoung, however, seemed more fit for that. In fact, Yunho felt his throat go dry just imagining the two of you going at it in such a way, especially in front of him. That was allowed, right? 

“Yunho.” Wooyoung took another long puff from his vape, using his free hand to take his glasses off and placing them over the brim of his baseball cap.

“Yeah?” 

Wooyoung reached up to place his hand on Yunho’s tense shoulder, massaging his digits into it to loosen up the muscle. “I got a proposition for you. If your team wins today, you get to fuck a happy, calm Y/N. She’ll probably even blow you without expecting anything back. Who knows, she might even swallow.”

Yunho unconsciously licked his lips, glancing back over the shoulder Wooyoung was massaging into to admire your pretty face, even if it was contorted with rage-induced determination. He slowly looked back down at the pitcher. “And, if your team wins?” 

Wooyoung grinned deviously, licking at one of his sharp canines. “I get to show Y/N just how disgusting I can get.” 

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[pombeom]

by the pool | taehyun fic (nsfw)

nsfw, mdni!

pairings: dom!taehyun x sub!reader, established relationship

warnings: big tits, bikini malfunction, teasing, pool sex, dirty talk, use of nickname, eating pussy, oral, squirting, mentions of multiple orgasms, manhandling

a/n: this fic was so much fun to write! hope you like it as much as i do!

The bikini you were wearing barely covered anything according to Taehyun. You tits and ass cheeks were practicing spilling out of your garments. You were lucky that you guys were staying in your own pool in the backyard or else Taehyun might have obliterated you by simply glaring for wearing such an outfit in public especially when other men were around. 

You wade around in the water soaking in the chill of the water in such a warm day. The sun glazed upon your skin leaving an irresistible glow. Taehyun sat under the parasol by the side of the pool enjoying a good book, but every so often would move his gaze to you. Even though he was in the shadows of the umbrella, the lines of his hard abs were still prominent. For someone who was just sitting there, he was the physical embodiment of a Greek god. His biceps flex a little as he holds the book in front of him and his pecs rise and fall with each and every breath. Plus, the shorts he was wearing left nothing to imagination as the outline of his dick was visible. 

Craving attention from your boyfriend who currently was neglecting you, you decide to put on a show. As you glide through the water, you push out your chest which was ready to burst out your bikini top, and as you swing your arms for each stroke, the knot comes loose and slips off your body leaving your top half bare. 

“Taehyun, a little help please,” you call out covering your chest beneath the water, although from Taehyun’s perspective your breasts were very much on full view. 

He peers over his book and asks you what you needed help with, to which you respond, “My top came off and I can’t find it. Can you help me?” Your voice is seductive and calm and Taehyun instantly knows what you’re trying to do. 

“I told you your tits we’re gonna pop out of that good for nothing bikini. You were better off without it in the first place,” he says, mocking you as he gets down into the pool.  

He makes his way to the middle of the pool and ducks into the water and pull up your pink bikini. Instead of giving it back to you, he throws it onto the poolside, while his eyes were piercing through you. You knew you had it coming but a mixture of nerves and excitement fluttered in your lower half. 

Taehyun sweeps you with just one arm and pushes you towards the cobbled edge of the pool and swiftly lifts you up and sits you down, the sudden cool air perking your nipples. He positions himself in between your thighs and moves his hands up your thighs heading straight to your core. He’s quick with his movements and unties the sides of your bikini bottom, leaving you with nothing covering your body, completely exposed in your backyard. 

“Is this what you wanted babygirl? Is this what you wanted to happen when you made you picked this bikini to wear in front of me today?” 

Unable to respond from embarrassment you lower your gaze staring down at your naked pussy instead. 

Picking up on your cues, he instantly shames you, “You want me to touch you down there? Want my fingers to fuck your pussy? Or would you rather have me eat you out?” He waits for your response but when he gets none, he slaps your pussy sending a jolt up your body. “Answer me babygirl. Do you want my fingers or my mouth?” 

“Your mouth, Taehyun,” you whisper unable to look him in the eyes, for you feared the possessive gaze you knew he held.  

“See, wasn’t so hard was it,” he mumbles into your pussy, both wet from the water and your current horniness. He licks a strip going form your slit right up to your clit which he circles his tongue around. You whimper from the contact on your sensitive spot but you wanted more. You grab ahold of his grey blonde hair and push him deeper in just as he pushes his tongue into your entrance. He pulls in and out repeatedly, getting faster each time. Taehyun groans into your core sending the vibrations straight to your throat and your breath hitches. Your moans grow louder with each stroke of his tongue and before you know it, a knot forms in your stomach.

“I’m comin- ahhh,” you scream as a powerful spray of liquid shoots out, drenching Taehyun’s face. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Your face flushes with heat as quickly move your hands to cover it. 

“That was hot babygirl. You just squirted. I had no idea you could do that,” he says amazed and excited. He removes your hands from your face and holds them in his now wet palms. 

“I have to make you do that again.” 

He jumps out the pool and carries you inside to your bedroom, dropping you harshly in your bed. He strips himself of his swim shorts, his erect cock, overflowing with pre-cum. 

He continues to duck your brains out for the rest of your day until you ended up squirting a total of 6 times: on his face (again), his abs, his cock and anywhere else you could dream. Just like that, Taehyun has found his new favourite kink. 

[hgfictionwriter]

Sizing Up

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie’s new strap arrives and she tests it out on you.

Warning: Smut! Big strap, size kink, praise kink, soft dom/sub, language.

A/N: Size kink request. Did my best! Bit of a muscle fixation, Jessie manhandling reader. Reader taking a large strap.

Credit to @stargirlsfc for the gif

"Guess what just arrived?"

Jessie came around the corner holding up a box. You shot up on your knees on the couch, leaning over the arm of it as your eyes lit up. She propped the box on her hip, eyeing you and up down and spoke before you could say anything.

"I'm going to be fucking you like that before the night is out."

Your bright-eyed smile turned into a wicked smirk.

"Is that so? That's pretty bold of you to assume," you taunted.

"Pretty bold of you to tease me, too," she returned as she set down the box and strode over to you. Your smile widened as she approached.

A small yelp escaped you as she effortlessly lifted you off the couch and over her shoulder, holding you in place by your legs. She walked you both into the middle of the room and you couldn't help yourself from squeezing her ass as she did.

It was no secret that you loved her muscles and the way she could manhandle you whenever she felt like it. You knew she'd never hurt you, and being at her whim and mercy did things to you.

When she gently set you down on your feet and straightened back up to see your face, she was met with an excited grin. You quickly leaned in, cupping her cheeks with your hands and giving her a kiss. She grinned back at you.

"For you," she announced as she handed you the package. You opened it and revealed the new strap you'd purchased together. You bit your lip before looking up at her. She had her hands on her hips and she surveyed you with a smirk.

"Sure you can take all of that, baby?" She asked with a mix of wonder and teasing.

"Is that a challenge?" You asked impishly as you pulled it from the box and wrapped your hand around the base before locking eyes with her once more.

"Mm, I'll make sure you're good and ready," she said. "I know my baby can take it." She leaned down and kissed the side of your neck before pulling back. "Wait here. I'll be back in a few minutes."

True to her word, Jessie returned a few minutes later. Except this time, when she rounded the corner she was down to her boxers, which had a very noticeable bulge. You bit your lip in anticipation once more as she walked towards you.

You immediately placed a hand on her bulge as she came up to you and you smiled through a breathy laugh.

“Excited to see me?” You teased.

“Always,” Jessie replied without missing a beat.

"You're so big," you said as you leaned in to kiss her.

She chuckled lightly and returned your kiss. "And it's only for you."

Without any further warning, she lifted you up, guiding your legs to lock around her waist, and she walked you towards the edge of the room until your back was against the wall.

You rest your head against the wall and looked down at her as she held you steady, her biceps popping in her tank top. You squeezed them appreciatively.

"God, you look good," you told her and she flexed them further under your grip. You let out a small moan.

You felt her dig her fingers into the bottoms of your thighs, spreading your legs further momentarily as she rolled her hips up against your center, the strap pressing against you for a moment. A clipped moan escaped you at the fleeting touch.

"Mm, I can't wait to see the way you take me," she said as she kneaded your thighs and began kissing your collarbone. "The way you'll stretch out around me."

Another moan formed in your chest as you tilted your head back and tried to pull her closer.

"You're going to fill me so good," you told her. She rolled her hips up into you again.

"I know, baby. And you take me so well."

You ground yourself down into her, the strap rubbing you through the fabric and you could feel your arousal starting to pool already.

"Wish I could fuck you like this whenever I wanted. Just slip inside you whenever I like."

You moaned as you kissed her deeply, wrapping your arms around her strong shoulders. You rocked your hips against the strap. "Mm, I'd love that. And I'd let you take me whenever you like."

"God, you're too good," she muttered as continued to press herself into you, providing you with friction and temporary relief, but making you desperate for more.

She set you down, a small whimper escaping you at the loss of contact, but began to undo your jeans. She reached her hand past the band of your panties and towards your radiating heat. She grinned as her fingers were met with your slick juices and a needy moan worked its way up your throat.

"Mm, so wet for me already,” she said, blatantly pleased.

You kissed her deeply as you moved with her fingers. “How could I not be?”

“Well let’s give you what you need,” Jessie said as she took a step back and gave you a nod. You gave a coy smile, knowing what she wanted.

You hooked your fingers over the band of your jeans and rocked your hips gently from side to side as you slowly and sensually shimmied them down your legs. You gave a self-satisfied smile at the way she watched you hungrily.

“Where do you want me?” You asked, a lilt in your voice.

“Over here, beautiful,” she said as she reached out a hand, taking yours and guiding you back to your earlier position on the couch. You leaned over the arm of the couch, pushing your ass out teasingly as you looked over your shoulder at her.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” she said as she ran a hand appreciatively up your thigh before gripping your ass. “And look at this,” she tut as she ran two thick fingers along your slit through the fabric of your panties. “Soaked right through.”

“Ruined just for you,” you said. A gleam in her eye caught your attention.

“Ruined?” She asked with a slight cock of her head. She brought up her other hand to your panties and suddenly you saw her forearms flex and the sound of fabric ripping filled the room.

Your jaw fell as she ran her fingers through your folds, now unobstructed by the fabric. A thrill went through you and you let out a laugh both bewildered and excited. She caught your eye and gave you a smirk.

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” you assured her with a smile, subconsciously pushing your hips back towards her.

“So eager,” she commented as she pulled her strap through the slit in her boxers, running her hand up and down the length of it as she knelt one knee on the couch cushion. She gripped your hips, lifting you up and shifting you over a bit to better line herself up behind you.

“Mm, you are beyond beautiful,” she said in awe as she looked you over. The glistening of your wetness in the light caused her own arousal to pool further.

She gripped the strap and shifted her hips forward so the tip was positioned at your entrance. She smirked at the small moan you let out at the initial contact.

Her eyes were trained squarely on you as she carefully pushed forward. She bit her lip as you slowly start to spread, your entrance gripping the tip of her strap tightly. She took her time as she entered you, subtly pulling in and out to lube up appropriately and give you time to adjust.

“God, you’re incredible,” Jessie breathed as she watched in amazement as the “O” of your lips gradually grew larger as you swallowed more and more of her strap. “I can’t believe you can take all of this.”

“Mm, you fill me so good,” you affirmed, giving a slight roll of your hips. A crack echoed through the room as she slapped your ass, pulling a short moan from you.

Jessie let out a soft grunt as she finally sunk into you to the base. “You look so good with me stretching you out like this, baby girl.”

She gave a low moan as she saw you flex around her. She gripped your ass cheeks hard, flesh pushing up between her fingers and leaving faint prints as she released you.

She slowly pulled out so it was just the tip. You let out a mewling moan as she sunk back in.

“Such a good girl,” she praised as she ran a hand along the small of your back and drawing another needy whine from you.

“You’re so deep.”

“Just where I want to be,” Jessie said as she gripped your hips. She stayed in place for a couple of seconds longer before pulling out to the tip once more and this time thrusting to the hilt with greater force. She paused to caress you. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

You glanced over your shoulder. “I will. ‘Til then,” you rolled your hips back into her, “do what you want with me.”

Immediately, Jessie pulled out and slammed her hips back into you, drawing a heady whimper out of you. She then started pumping into you, adjusting her grip on your hips and pulling you back to meet her thrusts. The room was filled with the sound of her hips colliding into you as she began to rail you.

“You are dripping wet, baby,” Jessie said, voice shuddering as she thrust rapidly into you. She let out a huff of a laugh at how your mouth was slightly agape, head thrown back and unable to speak. “You’re taking this big cock so well, my girl.”

All you could do was reciprocate with a high moan.

Before you knew it, Jessie pushed you forward, pressing you into the arm of the couch as she hunched over you and started fucking you harder.

You braced your hands on the floor as she had you draped and folded over this couch as she rammed into you. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout your body with each stroke. Alternating sensations rushed through you, hollow wanting every time she pulled out, then quickly replaced with immense satisfaction as she filled you deeply to the brim.

A desperate whimper came from you as suddenly the warmth and weight of Jessie’s body on your back was gone, and she pulled out of you completely with a pop.

You snapped your head behind to look and saw her stand up off the couch momentarily, cheeks red and forehead beaded with sweat. Your eyes were drawn to her strap that glistened with your cum, a ring of it evident at the base of it, too.

She reached down wordlessly, grabbing you by the waist to pull you up. She sat down on the couch, legs splayed and her boxers pulled tight around her muscular thighs. She saw the way you eyed her and she flexed her thighs as she readjusted, giving you a wink.

She jerked the strap up and down, spreading your arousal over it further.

“I want you to ride me,” she told you and you straddled her requiring no further instruction, bracing yourself on her firm shoulders. She held the strap in place as you began to slowly lower yourself onto it.

You smiled at how her eyes glazed over as she watched the strap disappear inside of you. Your head fell back and your throat opened with a low moan as it filled you. She kneaded your thighs as you rest for a moment, getting used to the feeling again.

When you were ready, you lifted yourself up, eyes closing at the sensation going through you. Soon, you began rising and lowering yourself steadily on the strap.

“God, yes,” she breathed as her gaze shifted between the strap and your face. Her words fuelled you and you quickened your pace. Her jaw was slack and she breathed and watched you in reverie. “You look so good riding me like this.”

You held onto her shoulders as you moved, rolling your hips as you lowered yourself, grinding into her lap and soaking her boxers with your arousal.

You continued for a while but soon your thighs began to burn from the effort. Your legs shook at one point and she moved her hands from your waist and under you instead. She held you in her hands, fingers splaying across your ass cheeks and began lifting you up and down, letting you guide the pace.

Your eyes fell to her biceps, mesmerized by the way her muscles popped each time she lifted you.

“You like watching me, baby? Like the way I bounce you up and down on my cock?”

A whimper fell from your mouth. People would be shocked to know she spoke like this in bed, but that’s part of what drove you wild. She grinned at you as she bounced you up and down further, her now doing almost all the work as your legs gave out.

At one point, she lifted you and held you there as she simply started jackhammering into you. A long, wailing moan came from you as she used you and soon your moan became a cry as you began to spasm around her.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she breathed as she continued to thrust into you and carry you through your orgasm.

When the waves of pleasure began to dissipate, you collapsed against her, her strap still filling and stretching you out. Her arms were quick to wrap around you and hold you to her. She peppered lingering kisses along your temple and rubbed your back as your chest heaved up and down.

She whispered to you as you recovered, but when you finally went to move your legs shook and gave out once more. She chuckled and kissed your cheek before lifting you off of her and gently setting you down next to her. You winced.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she offered with a wince. You gave a slow shake of your head, still exhausted. You took a breath, having to be focused and intentional as you spoke.

“Don’t be.” You swallowed, your mouth dry. “I love when you fuck me that good.”

She leaned in and kissed you sweetly, cupping your chin and caressing it with her thumb. “I’ll run you a bath.”

[skzdarlings]

the kiss ; skz ; lee know x reader

pairing: lee know/reader content info: friends to lovers, established friends w benefits but they are in love, your honour. reader is a gnc woman. top!reader, bottom!minho, some light dom!reader, sub!minho. mahandling, teasing, handjobs, rimming, spitting, strap-ons, mentions of past pegging, mentions of spanking/belting, lots of smooching word count: 3000 words.

this was originally going to be a multi-part story but i changed my mind thus this went to die in my graveyard of scraps. however i love this couple and i liked this scene and it seemed a shame to not post it at all haha. hopefully others will enjoy it too :)

<3

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Raising your kid brother means you will forever occupy the nebulous, fucked up space of Not-Your-Parent, Still-Your-Mom, even when said kid brother has long stopped being a kid.  Jeongin will always be your first priority. 

Minho knows it too.  He has been your best friend for several years now.  He knows you.  He knows you will always stop what you’re doing if Jeongin needs you. 

Even at the tragic expense of an orgasm. 

It’s two o-clock in the morning, an hour after you got off work bartending.  Minho has to be up for his office job in four hours so he was grumbly when your horny ass woke him up with a bulge pic.  You like to consider yourself above obnoxious hormone-driven decisions, but that’s before the strap-on straps on.  Several inches of silicone later and you’re taking (tasteful) fake-dick dick pics in the bar bathroom. 

Minho answers the door shirtless, his grey sweatpants betraying his already chubbed up semi, and with an extraordinarily icy glare that not even his sleep-mussed blonde hair can diminish.  He snarks at you until you curl your fingers into his dark roots and yank. 

It takes only minutes to manhandle him back into his bed, moments to get his sweatpants off, and seconds to have your fingers around his throat and his dick gliding through your spit-wet fist. 

You end up horizontal across the middle of his big bed.  You’re still in a t-shirt and jeans, your boots and leather jacket somewhere on the floor.  Minho is naked and covered in little love bites, his body a fading canvas of your previous times together.  The sight never fails to make you ache, your fingers tracing the evidence of your own hungry desires. 

You kneel between his open legs and he impatiently pries open your belt.  His mouth ticks up in an amused grin as you let him whip the belt out of its loops.  He tosses it behind him, his smile a smidgeon cocky even while on his back. 

You would never call him cute, because he’d probably slap and correct you (he’s handsome, thank you very much), but he is.  Cute.  Sweet.  The way he cocks his head, the way he gazes up at you.  There’s an erratic heartbeat in both your cunt and actual heart, the latter more pronounced than usual.   Your eyes have already adjusted but the blue darkness of his bedroom seems fuzzier, everything around him disappearing in a blurry smog of relative insignificance.   

“You’re staring,” he says, his fingers crawling under your shirt.  His knuckles brush your nipple through your sports bra.  He pulls a face when he pinches it meanly. 

You grab both his wrists and yank his hand out of your shirt.  He does not look remotely chagrined, instead he is beaming with satisfaction, like he was the one who planned your reaction.  

You pin his hands above his head then lean over him.  His playful arrogance fades, his gaze jumping to your mouth then back to your eyes.  It brings your attention to his mouth, pink and wet, his bottom lip plump and bitten from his own teeth running over it. 

You have kissed him before.  It isn’t a habit but also isn’t strange.  You were the first to ever initiate a kiss.  It was the third time you slept together and the first time you properly came from fucking someone.  The base of a toy in a strap-on can sometimes provide some stimulation against your clit, depending on a few factors, but you usually have to be pretty worked up to even get close. 

He got you more than close, taking you right over the edge.  You all but fell onto him with the desperation of your kiss.  His ankles were hooked behind your back, his face warm where your thumb stroked his skin, where you raked fingers into his sweaty hair as you sunk deep inside him with dick and tongue at once. 

You usually kiss like that: in the throes of something especially electrifying.  You think this might be the first time you kiss him so simply, just like this, with clarity and consciousness, spurred by affection more than thoughtless passion.  A deliberate kiss, as you lean down and do just that, his lips warm and open against yours. 

His eyes close, his brow furrows.  

The thing about Minho that turns you on the most is how he… well, how he Minhos.  His smirking, his snarking, his fake impatience, how much he dishes out.  He’s your friend, someone you’ve sat beside on weekend camping trips, resting in comfortable silence around a fire while Jeongin and his friends cause a ruckus somewhere down on a beach.  Minho will sit on your couch with his feet in your lap, his hat backwards, wearing glasses so he can read the nutritional content on a snack bag while you carelessly scarf down its contents.  He’ll tease you kindly, let you playfully knock your knuckles under his chin.  He’ll cook you meals when you haven’t eaten all day, too busy with everything to take care of yourself, but he’ll wave away any expression of gratitude after the fact.  He’s good, utterly, but he likes to be trouble too. 

And that’s what really gets you going, something you admit can’t be replicated with any other lover.  Because they aren’t Minho.  And that’s the best part. 

Like this.  Playful and catty and mad you woke him when he has work tomorrow, but turning soft and pliant under your body.  His brow is drawn tight as you kiss him, like he can’t comprehend the sheer pleasure of it.  He breathes in through the kiss, a trembling breath that flutters on your lips, then he cranes his neck to kiss you again. 

You press his head into the bed.  Somewhere in the simmering warmth of your kiss, your hands shift so your fingers lace and push against the bed.  He makes a keening sound, his back arching, kiss breaking with a deep breath as his hips and cock and thighs make contact with your jeans.  

He turns his face to the side and closes his eyes.  His chest moves with the quickness of his breathing, somehow looking like you’ve fucked for him hours when all you’ve really done is kiss him. 

His fingers tighten around yours when you kiss his exposed cheek, down his jaw, down his neck.  He rips his hands out from under yours only to throw them around your shoulders.  His fingers dive into your hair, rough and demanding when he pulls your head back to his.  His mouth opens for a kiss, his tongue slashing against yours when you give it to him.  You kiss him hard, kiss him until his fingers go weak and his arms are shaky, clinging to your neck like a lifeline. 

“That’s it, baby. So good,” you say, a slur of words without thinking too hard.  You blink with some amazement at the noise he makes, the way his whole body rears up against yours.  You cradle his hips and lick his red over-kissed mouth.   

Then your phone buzzes.  He hears it first, or at least registers the reality of it first, head whipping to his bedside table where you left it.  He is already glaring when you lift your face.  Your head is spinning, your mouth as raw as his.   

He digs his fingernails into your back through your t-shirt.  He has also painted something of a mosaic there, faded thin lines from overeager fingers scratching when you fuck him.  You obviously cannot directly feel when you are inside him, but he makes sure you feel it other ways.  Sometimes you feel it for days.  

He’s still glaring.  God, that expression really does get you so hot.  You are literally throbbing under the silicone in your jeans. 

“You’re going to check that, aren’t you, asshole,” he says with more resignation than genuine malice. 

“I should,” you say.  “Just in case it’s—”

He makes a noise that starts as a sigh and turns to a scream.  You rub your ear after. 

“Your dick isn’t even real,” he says, throwing an arm over his eyes, “and you still manage to disappoint me.”

You laugh, so fond of him.  Your pounding heart is not slowing down.   It’s hard to look away from him, though you manage it long enough to see your phone light up with a text alert. 

He grabs your chin, turning your face back to his. 

“Make me come first, or I’m biting it,” he says.

“B-biting what?”

“Your dick.  I’ll chew the head off.”

“Please don’t gnaw on my dick.  It was expensive.”

“Orgasm. Now.”

He throws his arms out to the sides, eyebrows lifted in an expression of pointed expectation. 

His position briefly reminds you of the first time you ever did this, years ago.  You never complained about the obligations that came with raising Jeongin, but it wasn’t exactly easy.  Between leaving school to work and shirking your social life, you made more than a few sacrifices. You off handedly expressed the vaguest desire for something more substantial than one night stands but not as serious as a relationship, given your responsibilities, and Minho replied by throwing his arms up and giving you that exact same look. 

Well? his challenging eyes have always said.  You have never backed down from a challenge. 

You run your hands down his sides.  His arms jerk because it tickles, but you hold him down to lick and bite from hip to pit to shoulder.  He wriggles under you, his breath getting shallower.  His dick twitches when your hand curls tightly around it. 

You know how to make him come quickly.  You know his body like a well-loved song, every peak and crescent long since memorized. 

You manhandle him onto his front.  He gives in when you push down his head and shoulders, lets his knees push his backside up, up, up.  His toes curl and uncurl, his voice breaking into choppy little mewls that make you throb.   You spit on his hole and your mouth chases it, tongue doing what your dick would have done.   Your other hand is under him, stroking in steady tandem.  

You don’t rush.  It won’t take long anyway because he isn’t trying to hold back. 

That makes you wonder, for a moment.  If he even could hold his orgasm.  Your sex doesn’t exactly resemble conventional intercourse between a man and a woman so it’s not usually too important if he stays very hard or not, greedy with his orgasms and never restraining long.  Denial isn’t something you’ve ever played with.   Prolonged orgasm control is something of a commitment in its own right.   Years ago, when you started this, you were avoiding those commitments.  

Now…  Well, Jeongin is older, living in a university dorm.  You live in a flat on your own.   You aren’t seeing anyone else and haven’t so much as hooked up with a stranger in months.  You know Minho hasn’t slept with anyone else in more than a year.  

You think about how he kissed you back.  You think of his backwards hats, his laughter, his sighing as he wraps himself around you.   

You imagine slowing your touch, telling him to hold it.  Don’t come.  Because I’m going to fuck you tomorrow, because you’re mine, and I want you ready for it. 

Your mouth gets him wet enough that spit runs down his skin.  You circle your thumb around his rim, press in, and murmur, “Wish I could come inside you.” 

He comes like that, shoving his face into the bedcovers to stifle his strangled yell.  Minho is always loud when he finishes, maybe something to do with being an only child and latchkey kid to boot.  He has lived alone for most of his life so he has never had a reason to be quiet.  As someone who comes silently, you like it, that unabashed eruption of pleasure that he can’t really hide. 

You nip the curve of his ass and narrowly dodge the backward swipe of his hand.  He keeps his face buried in the blanket, grumbling nonsense as he finally lowers his hips.  You straddle his ass and smooth your hands up his spine, watching him shudder under your touch.  You run your hands up and up, over his shoulders to cup his face and lift it out of the blankets.

“Up more,” you say. 

He’s always at his nicest and most obedient right after coming.  With only a little huff, he pushes his torso up and tips his head back.  His eyes flick up to where you lean over him.  The bulge of your packed toy is sitting on his ass. 

“Open,” you say. 

He opens his mouth, still gazing up and back at you.  Those dark eyes make all the blood in your heart rush lower, thumping frantically.  His head falls all the way back when your hands circle his throat to hold him there.  He only closes his eyes when you spit in his mouth, lips closing around it as he moans like you just gave him the sweetest gift in the world. 

“Good,” you say, kissing the top of his head.   

He groans and flops back down, then brings his arms forward to fold and cushion them under his head.  He lifts his hips to grind his ass against your bulge, probably smirking into his elbow. 

“Better check your phone,” he says.  He yelps when you slap his ass.  

“You’re lucky you tossed that belt away, smartass,” you say.   

That degree of playing is also not something you have ever done, though you’ve skirted the idea once or twice.  Your red handprint on his ass attests to it. 

“Promises, promises,” he mutters. 

You are tempted to give him another smack for good measure, but it will only work you up more.  Instead you muster the resolve to pull away.  His discarded sweatpants are the closest fabric so you wipe your hands on it.  It earns your own backside a smack as you crawl to his bedside table. 

“Hey,” you say, menacing but humorously so. 

He knows you have no intention of following through with any threats, so he clamps both hands on your ass and squeezes.  He cackles evilly before rolling out of arm’s reach.  

Shaking your head and smiling, you check your phone.  It is Jeongin.  You can’t help but facepalm when you read his message. 

Hi it’s Jeongin from family.  Your brother Jeongin.  Hello. We went to a Party far away and Uber dropped us off but now they don’t have anyone to pick us up!! :(  Please rescue us.  There are woods and trees and maybe bears.  and we are drunk.  Nothing Illegal

Ah, fuck.  Nothing says illegal substance like swearing the opposite unprompted.  You would know; before your parents died, you were indubitably on track to being the problem child.  Your first year of university was a mess you intended to straighten out later, but later never came.   Your parents died, Jeongin was still a minor, and you made a series of hard choices overnight.    

After all these years, you’re still not sure if your wayward experiences made you a better pseudo-parent or a worse one.  Maybe ignorance would have made you less panicky all the time.  Maybe it would have made you worse. 

Minho ducks into the bathroom while you text with Jeongin.  You are lacing up your boots when Minho returns with your toothbrush, one he keeps for your overnight visits.  Looking at his thighs in his boxers, the hickey poking out just under the hem, makes you wish tonight was one of those nights.  Tragically, the only one being deprived of an orgasm is you. 

You scrub the brush around your mouth, just enough, then swallow.  He leaves again, your eyes on every step of his retreat. 

“You’re staring again,” he says from the bathroom. 

“Duh,” you say.  You go back to tying your boots but your mind is elsewhere.   You are thinking about Jeongin and his friends, of course, but you are also thinking about Minho.  A lot about Minho.  Mostly about Minho.  Arousal is still coursing through your veins, never mind all the emotions you kept so carefully tucked away for so long. 

Suddenly, it’s all you can think about.  He’s all you can think about. 

Minho kneels behind you on the bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.  He kisses behind your ear, then your neck, your clothed shoulder.   Your fingers dance anxiously over your knees. 

“Don’t tempt me,” you say. 

It isn’t a joke but he laughs, mistaking it for one.  “Sure,” he says.  “You just can’t take your own teasing.” 

“Minho.”  

“Tyrant.”

You turn, grasping his chin so quickly he gasps.  You guide his face to yours and kiss him. 

This kiss is slower, bold and open-mouthed.  Hot.  His moan is a light sound at the back of his throat and it zaps through you like an electric bolt.  He drags his nails down the middle of your back, making every hair stand on end.  When the kiss eventually comes apart, he presses his forehead to yours. 

You are both breathing hard. 

“I’m not working tomorrow night,” you say, your voice a low rumble.  You swipe your thumb over his bottom lip.  “Can I come over?”

He nods.  Minho can be loud to say the least, but sometimes his voice gets so delicate that it turns your brain to mush.  He talks like that now, all soft and sweet, so close to your mouth.  “You promised to fuck me tonight,” he says. “I’ll be thinking about it all day now.”

“Me too,” you say.

“Mm.”  He flops over and rolls so his back is to you.  “That’s too bad for you.”  He accompanies this comment with a wiggle of his hips. 

You can’t help but smile at him. 

“See you then, brat,” you say. 

“You’ll see me in your dreams,” he says, accompanying it with a dramatic yawn.  “And when you masturbate tonight.  Good night!”      

[strongheartneteyam]

I wish I could

Chapter 4

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!curvy!human reader

Neteyam is aged up.

CW: size kink, breeding kink, praising kink, inexperienced Neteyam, Neteyam is possessive, creampie, masochism? idk if it counts, exophilia, angst, semi public sex, monsterfucker, yearning, a bit of fluff, loss of virginity, interspecies relationship, Neteyam being careful not to hurt reader too much with his big alien cock, Dom af Neteyam, sub reader, doggy style, Neteyam is a filthy boy, wet-panties-material lol

It can be read as a solo smut or as a part of I wish I could

Everytime a word in italic appears between parenthesis, it stands for the meaning of a na'vi word that was said before.

Example: yawne (beloved)

Chapter 3

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"You don't know for how long I waited to feel you like this, my human." Neteyam said out of breath. "To feel your fragile body so close to mine, your skin so warm... I dreamt about this moment for so long. I'm kinda shy to admit it but I would always touch myself alone at night thinking about ruining your little body and making you mine. And, Eywa! I would cum so hard."

Your whole body felt weak and on fire at the same time hearing the na'vi say those beautiful and filthy things to you, looking deep into your eyes. Nothing could be more perfect right now. You wanted to be his forever and you were so happy the na'vi mated for life. It meant Neteyam would never want to leave you. And Eywa knows you would die if he did. You loved him with your whole body and soul.

"I love how soft you are. Love your thick thighs, your squashy belly, these big breasts... Eywa, (y/n)..." he said with furrowed eyebrows, staring at your breasts, covered by the thin fabric of your brown cropped top, some cleavage in sight. "I love your big titties so much. I wanna suck on them so bad. I'm sorry if I sound too eager, I..."

"Don't say you're sorry. I love it. I love hearing you say how much you want me, 'cause I want you so much too. I love that you're so much taller than me. Love feeling at your mercy when you hold me like this." You said, looking into his beautiful big yellow eyes.

"You do, baby? You love how bigger I am than you?"

"Hmhmm" you moaned as an "yes", biting your bottom lip

"You want me to ruin your little hole like I always wanted to? To show you how much I need you and leave a wound between your tiny legs? You know I can manhandle you so easily and make you submit to me and all my desires, right?" He said, lust filling his eyes

"I want you so bad. I'm yours to take, Teyam." You said, with a mix of fear and excitement in your chest and feeling your pussy get wetter with every word he said

"Oh, my yawnetu..." (loved one)

His face softened and he kissed you passionately, so rough you could feel your lips getting red and bruised but you loved every single second of it

Neteyam was dominant and was really going to let his deepest desires consume your flesh but he was still the kind and caring Neteyam you had always known, so he felt his heart melt when you said "I'm yours to take" followed with the nickname that you came up with for him and only you would call him like that. Hearing you say "Teyam" was the sweetest melody to his ears.

He was fully erect already, he needed to be inside you.

Neteyam started kissing your lips in a delicate way but his breath started to falter and his lips started to devour yours, kissing you hard, moving his tongue on yours and he loved how wet and warm your mouth was. He bit your lower lip, making you feel his sharp fangs but not enough to hurt you, and then gave you one last kiss.

"I need you, yawntutsyìp." (little loved one) "Need to be inside of you now." Neteyam said, rubbing his hard cock in your core

You moaned at the friction. He was huge. You could feel it.

"I'm a bit afraid, Teyam. You must be so big." You said with puppy eyes that looked at him

Neteyam smiled and said:

"I think so. Specially since you're so small. But don't worry, my love. We will make it fit. And I'll be gentle at first. I would never wanna hurt you on purpose."

Those words calmed your nerves down a little but you still knew you were gonna go through pain. You were a virgin and the human women that lived in Pandora had told you it was normal to hurt when they would lose their virginity with their human partners, can you imagine losing your human virginity to a na'vi male? His member was enormous compared to the one of a human man.

Neteyam was a virgin too and he was also a little nervous. He wanted to prove to you he could make you feel really good and he hated that he had to hurt you first. But there was nothing he could do about it other than try to be really careful with your small entrance. Thinking of how tiny you are, how tight you would surely feel around his cock made precum start dripping from his big swollen tip.

Neteyam started to take your top off and threw it somewhere. He took one of your breasts on one hand and started to kiss the other one. He licked your hard bud and sucked on it. That made your pussy wetter than it already was. He massaged the boob that was in his hand, squeezing it hard from time to time. He then started licking and suckling on your other nipple. He left little kisses all over both your breasts and, after that, Neteyam went down kissing your stomach, licking and biting the skin, making you whimper at the pain his fangs provoked. It was a good, fucking amazing kind of pain. He used his big fingers to untie the knot that kept your shorts closed, some inches below your bellybutton. You raised your hips, helping him move the small piece of clothing down your legs and then throw it near your head.

He positioned his head between your legs, kissed the upper part of your pussy and it made your body hair stand on end.

Neteyam opened your legs further and breathed deep, smelling your arousal.

"Your pussy smells so good, my human. It's just like your scent gets me in my rut period."

Your mouth slightly opened as you stared at him like he was the most beautiful creature in the Universe. And for you, he truly was.

Neteyam licked your entrance from the bottom to your clitoris. Your pussy clenched at the feeling. Neteyam breathed deep with the sight and started sucking your pussy lips. He would lick it too, tasting you with hunger. You moaned when he started sucking on your clit. He then licked again and again at your already so sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Aaah, Teyam..."

"You taste delicious, yawntutsyìp. I love tasting you, feeling how wet you are for me."

Neteyam spent some more time eating you out but it was too much for him. He was humping on the floor, needing some friction, trying to get some release.

"I need your pussy right now, my mate. Please, I'm so hard it hurts."

"Okay." You breathed deep, with furrowed eyebrows

Neteyam got on his knees and took his loincloth off. Your mouth opened a little when you realized how big and thick he was.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and positioned it at your entrance. It was so big compared to your small pussy that it seemed like it was gonna rip you apart trying to fit.

Neteyam pushed his tip in carefully.

You gasped

"Just relax for me, paskalin." (honey) "Please" He said

You tried to do as he said as you felt his length and girth stretch your pussy. Your eyes filled with tears as you started to feel a stinging kind of pain. Tears were running out of your eyes when Neteyam said:

"I'm so sorry it hurts, darling. I'm being as gentle as I can."

"It's okay. It's not your fault I'm so small compared to you." You said

After some time the pain went away and pleasure started to kick in. Neteyam was thrusting slowly and carefully into you but when he saw that you stopped crying and started to breath deep, in and out, pleasure all over you, he sped it up.

"I wish I could fit it all, baby, but you're so small" He said "But I'm not complaining. I love how small you are. My tiny human. All mine to fuck. I love your little cunt." he moaned "Love it so much, baby" another moan, louder this time, came out of his mouth

You couldn't say anything, you could only concentrate on how good his big blue cock felt inside your pussy. Wet sounds took over the place.

You started to moan more and more as his thrusts became harder inside you

Neteyam flipped you over with ease and put you on your knees so he could fuck you in doggy style. He put his cock back inside your pussy

"You love your mate's big cock, don't you, my human?" Neteyam said thrusting deep inside of you while you moaned loudly at the feeling

"I do, Teyam. I love it so much." You spoke, pleasure taking over your mind

"Do you want your man to give you a baby? I wanna get you pregnant so much, my love. Wanna spill my seed inside your small womb and watch it grow with our baby inside of you. I don't even know if that's possible for us to conceive but, Eywa... imagining you so big and swollen, getting much bigger than our women do, carrying my child inside of you, makes me wanna try. I bet you would look so hot like that. Our baby would be so heavy for your little body that I would probably have to carry you around in the last months of your pregnancy. And I would take you here to the forest and fuck you so hard any chance I got. I bet I would get many with all the carrying you around I would have to do."

"Teyam..." You whispered "Do you really mean what you're saying?"

"I do" He smiled "I thought you might wanna try it with me, even if it would maybe be dangerous for your health." He said, sounding a little sad, thrusting into you slower but holding you tighter, like he was so afraid to even think about losing you.

"Love, I really want you to get me pregnant" You breathed

"Really, my yawnetu?" He said to your ear and you felt his warm breath

"Yes. I know nobody ever tried it before and it might put me at risk but I wanna try. Maybe Eywa will help us."

"Ahh, baby..." Neteyam cooed and started fucking you fast again "I've always wanted to give you a child. I know how much you love na'vi babies and they seem to love you back."

"Then make a little na'vi baby on me, Teyam. Fuck, I want it so much. Wanna feel your child moving inside of my womb"

Neteyam felt a rush of adrenaline come through his body hearing you say that and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you and that was just so fucking good.

"I will, my human. I'm gonna get you pregnant real good. You're my mate, you're gonna carry my child and everybody will know that I fucked your little cunt and came inside of you. It will remind all the na'vi males that stare at you that you belong to me and me only." The tip of his huge cock was hitting your womb because of how deep he was fucking you.

Neteyam fucked you like an animal and he couldn't think of anything other than breeding his little human toy. He was gonna fuck you all the time when you're pregnant. The thought alone drove him wilder and his thrusts became sloppier. He heard you moaning really loud and felt so proud he could make his mate feel such pleasure. He grunted and pronounced deep loud moans. You felt like paradise and the sweet sound of your wet pussy getting fucked by his swollen cock just seemed to fuel the fire inside him.

You were drowning in the sound of his big blue balls hitting your pussy vigorously. That was so erotic it had your pussy clenching and Neteyam could feel it, so much it made him moan

"Aaahh, my human... How can your little cunt feel so good? Fuck, I need to fill you up to the brim with my seed. Do you want it, baby?"

"I do, my mate. I want it so much. Give me a baby, please." You breathed, picturing yourself carrying Neteyam's little na'vi baby inside your womb

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum" Neteyam said, thrusting hard into you and his arm holding you tight, under your boobs, to keep you as close to him as he could. The tip of his tail was wrapped around your arm and you loved how intimate and possessive that felt.

Just a few thrusts later Neteyam came inside you. You could feel his hot liquid going into your womb. He came a whole lot, as the na'vi do, the reason why being they're way bigger than human males.

Neteyam still held you, letting more of his weight rest into you but just a bit, otherwise his big body would crush yours. He was breathing heavy into the skin of your neck. When he finally had his composure back, he kissed your neck tenderly two times and then rubbed his face in your sensitive skin, like a cat.

"Nga yawne lu oer�� (I love you) He spoke, out of breath

"Nga yawne lu oer" You said back "So much, Teyam."

He came out of you and his cum started dripping down your thighs. Dear Eywa, that felt insanely filthy but amazing at the same time.

Neteyam helped you lie on your back and lied by your side, supporting himself with one arm resting at the floor so he could rise his upper body a little bit and look at you.

"Oeyä." (mine) "My mate, my love, my human. Forever. We're united until eternity." Neteyam pronounced those words like a prayer. You could tell it meant everything to him.

Life was perfect now. You no longer felt lost. You belonged somewhere, you belonged to Neteyam now. He was your family. Your mate. And you were asking Eywa so hard that she would bless the both of you with a child. That would make you the happiest girl in Pandora.

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Forgive me Lord for I have sinned a lot writing this chapter. 🤠 These big blue aliens turn me into a hoe

Comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome 💙💗

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[theyluvangel]

Stray kids hyung line- how they are in bed

MDNI

Bang Chan

this man is the definition of pleasure dom

would do anything to make sure you are satisfied

would probably prefer to be on top, but he'll let you dom if that's what you're into

i can't see him having many hard kinks, but he's willing to try new things

calls you babygirl

i can see him kind of losing himself and getting a big rough, but he'd never want to hurt you (unless you're into it)

he moans and groans, probably tries to hide the sounds he makes

LOVES missionary

now this man is the KING of aftercare

gets you anything and everything you could possibly need

cleans you and himself up, but focuses on you first

gets you snacks and water

will run you a bath if you want it

massages+cuddles+kisses

10/10 boyfriend material

Lee Know

hard dom all the way.

will tie you up and fuck you until he's satisfied

in a loving way of course

always open to trying new things

may let you dom- depends on his mood

will mark you with hand prints, hickeys, bite marks

loves seeing you gagged, crying over his cock

BUT

this man can and will be a softie

slow sex while both of you lazily make out

missionary!!!!

this man is filled with so much love and adoration for you so sometimes he needs to be slow and soft with you!

best of both worlds

will call you a slut and a good girl!

aftercare is very important, especially if he was rough on you

massages any sore part of you

applies ointment to rope burns + any other marks he gave you

makes sure you're cleaned up + hydrated

cuddles afterwards

9/10 - will be in pain after

Changbin

this mans stage presence screams dom energy, BUT off stage - this man is a big softie

i think he'd be a switch - soft dom to whiny sub

regardless of if he's top or bottom he will be letting out the loudest moans, probably giggles as well

as a dom he definitely has a size kink

this man is BUFF

he will absolutely manhandle you - in a gentle and loving manner

loves Doggystyle and missionary

but as a sub

this man is a whiny needy baby

i think he'd be into dressing up, wearing pretty lace and bows just for you

PLEASE peg this man

he loves the feeling of being fucked on your strap

tie him up too!

as much as he loves feeling big he also loves when you make him feel small

you need to praise this man.

if you degrade him he will cry, and not in a good way

aftercare is pretty chill

both of you get cleaned up

this man needs to be cuddled afterwards

small spoon all the way

probably falls asleep before either of you can fuss over proper aftercare

10/10 best of both sides w this man

Hyunjin

this man always confuses me

one thing for sure though, he is a slut

probably a switch - can be a hard dom or a bratty sub

regardless of who's in charge hyunjin is a huge fan of bondage

loves seeing you tied up in pretty silk ropes, but also loves being the one tied to the bed

also loves taking photos

has a Polaroid camera dedicated to sex photos for your eyes only

also loves placing a mirror in front of you while he ruins you

loves impact play, giving and receiving

as well as marking

you are his canvas for him to leave dark hickeys as well as bite marks

you are his muse, therefore sex is always intimate and meaningful

loves degradation - giving and receiving

as a sub I can see him being pretty bratty and acting out a lot, but only because he wants you to ruin him

has a lot of kinks, and always into trying something new

aftercare is pretty important

if he's on top then its him taking care of you, if you're the one who was on top then you're the one taking care of him

likes taking a bath after sex - its a time to relax in each others embrace, sharing the moment to really connect with one another in an intimate yet non sexual way

wants to be fully clean before getting in bed to cuddle

will braid your hair, and expects you to do the same for him

10/10 so loving

[feitanzi]

Top , Bottom , or Switch? Rough, Soft , or Switchy?

w the jjk men

Warnings: Mature content (mdni), dirty talk, name calling (baby , whore , slut , cocksleeve) degradation, praise , squirting, mentions of edging , overstimulation lmk if i missed something (which i most likely did) not proof read so if u see a mistake feel free to point it out in a respectful way.

smut under the cut U HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

Ryōmen Sukuna: Rough dom for sure. He has never been the type to come off as weak or submissive so trust and believe that does not change even in bed. Sukuna fucks you into the bed. single. time. No matter how many times you’ve cum he’s not stopping until he is content with your performance.

“Come on girl, one more” Sukuna coos down at you as he relentlessly pounds you into oblivion. “Y-you said that and hour agooo..” you whine as tears prick your eyes. a loud SLAP echos through Sukuna’s chambers. “Shut it. You’re a concubine and you should act as such whore. do you understand me?” He says coldly as he pulls you up by your hair. you whimper and nod lazily. “Good , now take my dick like the tight little cocksleeve you are”.

Satoru Gojo: He’s a switch in both departments. he can be the dommiest dom or the subbiest sub. personally i have a thing for subby satoru…🤭Honestly with him its either:

“Right there baby? ohhhhh fuckkkkk. You cumming? Yea me too, cum with me baby” OR “F-fuck right there baby please! oh shit i’m gonna cumm please don’t stop this time i’ve be so good for you p-please!

BUT WHEN HE GETS THE CHANCE TO GET HIS GET BACK? you’re finished “Well well well how the tables have turned” Satoru chuckled as he pushes his 3 fingers knuckles deep in to doing the “come hither” movement. you can’t even look at him as you whimper and beg for mercy. your cumming in minutes in ways you didn’t even know were possible. “shit baby i didn’t know you could squirt” Gojo grins widely. “do it again” he commands as he resumes his relentless assault despite your sensitivity. let’s just say ur in for a long ride…

Toji Fushiguro: Def a rough dom. Much like Sukuna he treats you like a ragdoll in bed. Legs not working? he’ll manhandle em for ya. We all know Toji is a really big guy so if we makin him proportional he definitely has the cock to match and boy is he cocky about it. Through the entire time yall are having sex he is teasing you non stop for your whimpers and little whines.

“f-fuck t…oji slow down it’s too much!” you babble. “Awww poor baby. Daddy’s cock to much for you to handle?” he grins down at you as he angles himself to penetrate you deeper. “fuckkkkk this sloppy little cunt is taking me so well. I wish you could see the look on your face” Toji grumbles as he watched his fat cock slide in and out of you. You subconsciously start sliding up on the bed because of how deep he was really hitting you. “nuh uh baby bring that ass back im not done with you”

Kento Nanami: (i don’t really like nanami all that much but i’ll write for him bc i love you. yes you the one reading this) He strikes me as like a soft dom or a service dom. No matter how pent up he is i feel like he always puts your bedroom needs before his

“Are you sure this is alright baby?” Nanami gently asks while looking into your eyes for any type of discomfort or dishonesty. “M fine kento just keep going” you whine. with that he starts to snap his hips in and out of you at a steady pace as he kisses up and down your neck and up to your lips whispering sweet nothings like “you’re doing so well baby.” and “you feel so good wrapped around me like this”

Choso Kamo: SUBBIEST SUB MALE OUT THERE. He cries , whines, whimpers th full package combo.

“f-fuck!!!!” Choso practically wails and you continue to fist his cock. “Baby pleaseeee, you said i could c-cum and hour ago..~” he whines with a pout on his lips. You kiss his neck gently causing him to let out another hushed whine. “Just keep being a good boy fme hm? you’ll get what you want soon sweet boy” you coo at him. You weren’t lying you’d let him cum soon (if you call 5 more denied orgasms soon)

hey yallllll , tryna get back into the swing of things w writing so lmk what u think my inbox is always open to yall 🥹

As always reblogs are appreciated!! Refrain from copying and or translating any works of mine without explicit permission

[yaekiss]

𝑴𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒚

꩜ Room Content: Dom! Top! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Ayato, no gendered terms for reader, reader has a cock, gratuitous mention of spit, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: First post! Had Ayato on the mind and couldn't study so I wrote this instead of writing my exam notes LMFAO 💀 SHOUT OUT 2 @eugenarayy FOR BEING MY HYPEMAN

Ayato loves loves loves the mess the both of you make after one of your more than savoury sessions.

After all, he's been stuck in his office all day, his high collared undershirt choking him (and hiding the pretty marks you left on his neck, though, if the elders knew, he'll never hear the end of it). His work surroundings are pristine. Thoma does his job impeccably well and there's never a speck of dust to be found anywhere. All the stationary poised neatly on his table. There is nothing out of place. Everything is too pristine, too sterile. Something, everything is expected of Kamisato Ayato. He feels the pressure of his entire commission weighing down on him when he sits in his office, silently busying himself with flipping through mountains of paperwork. 

Although he should really be focusing on his work, memories from your last session together with him flood his system with arousal, his mind's eye replaying each and every single intimate detail he can remember (albeit not that many since he got so fucked out towards the end!) Pale lavender eyes flutter shut as he recalls the burning grip you had on his thighs, manhandling him as you saw fit, blunt fingernails digging into the supple flesh of his plush ass. A shudder travels its way down his spine and he bites his lip to prevent any noise from escaping (he might be a whore but he still has a reputation to uphold mind you!) He squirms in his seat, pants suddenly uncomfortably tight and all the layers he’s wearing become extra stuffy. Hands shaky with desire, he sheds his outer coat, folding it expertly by his side but this does nothing to quell the rising heat in him. Ayato is utterly intoxicated by you. 

He loves that he doesn't have to be the ever-competent Kamisato Ayato with you, all he has to do is lay back and just let you pound his brains out until the only thing he can blabber by the end of the night is your name ♡

By the end of his day, he's been away from you for too long :( He missed you so much :(( Won't you indulge him tonight? :(((

He bursts through the door to your shared room, catching you off guard. Making sure that the door is locked, he immediately makes a beeline straight towards you, wasting no time as he pounces on you. The second he makes contact with you, he’s pressing every inch of himself into you, nothing but urgent craving in the way he smashes his plump lips against yours, opened mouth kisses leaving a string of drool when he finally (begrudgingly) separates from you to catch his breath. You’re pulled to the bed by the needy brat and he scrambles to straddle your thigh, grinding down with renewed fervour when he catches the hungry glint in your eyes.

“Please take- ah! -care of mmmm! -me tonight!” Ayato gasps out as he uselessly ruts his clothed cock against your thigh, hands on either side of him to keep his body upright or else he would've collapsed onto you long ago. 

"At least someone still has enough manners to say 'please'," you tease, eyeing the delicious desperation consuming your boyfriend. You can feel the stickiness seeping through his pants as he oozes precum and his breath hitches. 

"D-don't tease!" Ayato tries to demand, ever the brat that he is, trying to regain some control over the situation, but he fails ultimately when it comes out as more of an adorable whine.

Not long after, the both of you have stripped down to nothing, with your cock snug in his supple ass. 

“Haa… No matter h- hnng! -how many times I t-take you, I always f- fuuuuck! -forget how big you are ahnnn! ♡” Ayato moans out loud shamelessly, his familiar everyday intellect reduced to nothing but mush once you bottom out in him. He pants heavily as he adjusts to your size, his hands clasped behind your shoulders, while yours grip his hips like a vice, just the way he likes it. He wiggles his hips with a satisfied dazed look on his face and you hiss as his walls clench down on your length.

Press your tongue flat on the mole on his chin and unceremoniously lave your way down to his collarbones. The lingering warmth in your breath sears against his cheeks and he can barely hold himself back from panting, his own mouth falling open and tongue lolling out. Suckle some hickies just below his collarline, a depraved canvas of reds and purples blossoming across his neck and collarbones. The insatiable way you bite and teeth a path along his jugular, leaving a trail of your spit as you have your way with him, riles him up more than he'd like to admit. When you reach his pretty cherry pink nipples, pay them extra attention, they’re super sensitive and your whore loves it when you swirl your tongue around them, making them glossy with your saliva! Tweak and pinch them to make him let out the cutest high-pitched squeaks and feel his ass clamp down pleasurably on your cock fully sheathed in him. By the time you’re done with his chest, teeth marks and lovebites litter the milky expanse of his upper half. Ayato’s cock jumps at the way pride shines in your eyes while you take in your handiwork.

Pound into him without abandon and watch him struggle to catch his breath with how deep you’re reaching in him. Watch his ass jiggle with each wet sinful squelch that echoes throughout the room as you rhythmically pull out and sink back into his warmth. Ayato chokes on air when your cockhead brushes past his prostate, hips jerking downwards to take more of you in, the burn of your cock stretching his hole out further sending him straight to heaven. When you slide your fingers into his mouth, Ayato doesn’t hesitate to coat your fingers in his spit, skilled tongue licking over every inch of your digits, subsequently getting drool all over his chin. With a mouth that spews nothing but shrewd sweet talk all day, it’s no wonder he has an oral fixation.

"Aww look at yourself, tongue out and panting, like my bitch in heat." Even through his sex-addled brain, he catches the subtle possessiveness in your tone. Devotion overwhelms his mind and he keens lewdly, cock twitching and hips jutting up harshly.

"Ah, ah, hnnn… I'm- ah! -all yours! Puh- Please I’m sssss-so close oogh!!" Ayato cries out obscenely. Taking pity on him (your poor boyfriend worked hard today), you angle your next few thrusts so that your cock bumps up directly against his prostate. His eyes roll back with frenzied bliss as he cums with a pornographic moan, head thrown back in ecstasy and you’re acutely aware of his blunt fingernails raking down your back. White splashes across his pale tummy and drips down onto your thighs, making the mess that he so craves. You finish with Ayato, spilling your load in him and he screams at the blinding heat filling him up. His legs loop around your hips and trap you, not allowing you to pull away from him, burying you further, deeper into him. You feel him nuzzling into the crook of your neck, heated breaths fanning across your bare skin as he tries to steady his racing heart rate.

“Such a whore Ayato, you came untouched!” You laugh at him even though you doubt he even understands what you just said given his obviously fucked out state. Head dizzy with euphoric pleasure, he giggles dumbly, tongue hanging out as he pulls you down for more open mouthed kisses. He peers up at you through wet lashes, eyes swirling with pure lust and aphrodisia.

He looks so wrecked. His unkempt hair sticking to his forehead and spread out around him like a halo, lilac eyes shining with tears, sticky spit all over his chest. When Ayato finally lets you pull out, he whimpers at the loss of your warmth. His fingers attempt to push your cum leaking out of his ass back in but all he’s really doing is pathetically smearing it all over his inner thighs and ass, making an even bigger mess of things :(

Why not take a photo of him when you’re done so he can remember better this time? ♡

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[hadesrise]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. contrary to popular belief, miguel isn’t a brat.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. miguel o’hara x male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. nsfw content, foul language, top!soft dom!reader, bottom!sub!miguel, collar, sir kink, unprotected sex, oral (r receiving), praise kink, breeding, anal plug, orgasm control, overstimulation, name calling (slut & whore), subspace, degradation if you squint, mating press

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. please correct my spanish if it’s wrong, i’ll edit it immediately.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

From the way Miguel acts as a strict, cold, intimidating leader of the Spider Society, people often assume he’s the dominant one when it comes to relationship, the one doing the fucking and not letting anyone have control over him. Nobody could even imagine him being manhandled on the bed, let alone be submissive. If he was the one taking it, he’d probably be as much of a brat as he can.

But you disregard those claims, because contrary to popular belief, Miguel isn’t a brat. He can be if he wants to, such as when the lack of attention from you puts him in a bad mood or he just wants to be pounded so hard he pass away in the end, but in usual cases, he’s far from a brat like anyone imagines. All those trauma and terrible experiences left Miguel aching and bleeding, the necessity to build up thick walls to surround himself overwhelming him as he coated his heart in ice to protect himself. However, it didn’t completely shield him away from his growing need to be held and taken care of. To just melt into someone’s arms without thinking about the multiverse for a second.

It was difficult to get Miguel to open up. Have his walls crumble down, trust you enough to show his vulnerability. But when you managed to get through that side of him, Miguel drastically changed. He was no longer the scary leader nor Spiderman, he was simply a man wanting to be loved and held, encaged by the safety of your arms. It was adorable, really. How he would always lean into your touch and melt into your arms. How he would whimper everytime you take care of him, heart swelling and tears stinging his eyes. How he’s eager to please you, make you feel good like how you make him feel good. How he does everything you ask of him, a big difference to the leader persona he shows in front of the Spider Society.

The door of your bedroom creaks open, causing a small smile to stretch your lips. It’s shut and locked behind the tall and buff frame of your husband before his heavy footsteps approached, you immediately closing your book and setting it on the bedside table. You turn your body to face Miguel, feet touching the floor, and leans back on the soft mattress of the bed using your hands. As if instinctual, Miguel kneels in between your spread legs and snuggles on your thigh, looking up at you through that lashes of his with lust.

You hum appreciatively, loving the way he’s obedient. “What do you want, mi corazon?” You gently slip your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

Miguel squeezes your thighs, whimpering softly at your touch. “You... Just you, please.” You coo at his begging and cup his jaw with one hand, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his plump lips. “Wan’ you inside, por favor, mi vida, fill me. Breed me.” He whines, rubbing his thighs together to soothe the aching in his crotch.

Your cock hardens in your pants as you breathe deeply, the pretty sounds of him begging striking an arousal within your body. You tilt your head with a soft look in your eyes while your hand continue to hold his jaw, “Again? Sweetheart, I’ve already bred you this morning. I even placed a plug inside you so all of my cum will stay inside. You still want more?” Your tone was soft and soothing, not an ounce of annoyance visible.

Miguel nods almost frantically, leaning into your palm. “Can’t get enough being full of you,” He breathlessly whispered, rubbing your thighs up and down in a slow motion, as if to tempt you. “Please, mi amor.”

You chuckle lowly. Loving this side of Miguel, submissive and vulnerable only for you. Your hand let go of his jaw to instead grab his hand and lead it to your belt, “Undress me yourself. Get my cock all nice and wet, then maybe I’ll think about it.” Miguel was quick to obey as he unbuckled your belt, unbuttoning your pants and sliding it down along with your underwear enough to free your hard cock to spring up. His mouth watered at the sheer length and girth, stroking it gently with his hand. You moan softly, hands going back to the bed to lean back, a silent gesture that implied Miguel’s free to do anything on his own.

He gathered enough spit in his mouth before dripping it on your cock, stroking it up and down afterwards to spread the wetness. The squelching sounds making his face heat up, but not stopping his work nonetheless. Miguel kisses the tip, earning a sigh of content from you, before sliding it into his mouth swiftly. You instantly groan at the warmth that surrounded, his tongue lapping up the underside of your cock, Miguel nearly moaning at the taste of you as his hips buckled. “Go on, Miguel.” You encouraged, thrusting your hips once. This time, he doesn’t suppress a moan as he begins bobbing his head, hand stroking the remaining space where his mouth couldn’t take at the same time with the movement of his head, focused on making you feel good.

You moaned, one hand going up to softly pet his hair as a reward. Miguel whines around your cock in response as he fastens his pace. You can see his hips swaying from this angle, probably fucking himself on the plug using the heel of his feet, but clearly not enough due to the soft whines he lets out.

“Such a desperate little puppy,” The label has him whimpering as he grips your thigh with one hand. “Want me to fuck you so bad? Breed you with my babies?” He nods with a moan, tears staining his cheeks. Your fingers slip through his hair, “Then you can take more, right?” Before he could respond in any way, you pushed his head all the way to the base of your cock as he gags and chokes at your tip touching and nearly stretching his throat. His knees trembling, hands gripping your thighs, Miguel’s vision starts to get unfocused as he takes what you give so obediently. “Fuck, so fuckin’ good,” You hissed.

Miguel doesn’t even fight back when you start to fuck his throat without mercy, occassionally gagging and choking with tears spilling from his eyes, taking you so fucking well like a good slut. He even fucks himself on the plug in time with your thrusts in his throat, having nothing in mind but you, you, you.

God, he fucking loves being used for your own pleasure. He loves hearing your groans and moans, loves making you feel good. Miguel utterly loses himself, the responsibility and burden disappearing from his thoughts, completely submitting to you as he stares at you with love filled eyes, you could almost see a heart in them. He rubs his cock through his pants as you keep abusing his throat, the pleasure of being controlled making him tremble.

After what felt like hours, Miguel finally feels your cock throbbing in his mouth, and he whines, a pleading look appearing in his eyes. “Fuck, cummin’, sweetheart.” You groaned. “Where do you want me, puppy? Your face? Your tits? Down your throat?” Miguel lets out a slutty moan at the last option, making you chuckle breathlessly. “F’course, you want it to be down your throat. My good slut.” You grunted, feeling the knot in your stomach coiling at the approaching orgasm.

Miguel’s eyes roll back when you shoved your cock deeper into his throat and spilled your cum, choking and moaning. He whimpers, swallowing every bit of it. Chest heaving up and down, you take a deep breath and gently stroke his head. “Good boy, Miguel. Swallowing it without being asked.” He keens and looks up at you with a dazed look before pulling back with a pop, making sure to drag his tongue the underside of your cock that made you groan. Miguel licks the tip and press a kiss, his breath heavy from the arousal.

“M’sorry, sir,” Miguel mumbled, kissing your inner thigh with an apologetic look, cheeks stained with tears. “M’so sorry, didn’t mean to,” God, the submissive sounds he keeps letting out makes your head spin. It gives you both the urge to ruin and wreck him as well as spoil him with your love at the same time, knowing how much he deserves both of it. He’s so fucking good for you, you just want to carve every initial of your name in his guts.

“What are you apologizing for, hm?” You pretended not to know why he was apologizing as you hold his cheek with one hand, wiping his tear off with your thumb.

Miguel placed his hand above yours and leaned into your touch, his hips unconsciously swaying when the wet stain in his crotch became uncomfortable. “Didn’t— Didn’t mean to cum, sir, promise. Lo siento, lo siento...” He repeats, closing his eyes and kissing your palm, as if to ask for forgiveness. More tears spilled from his eyes. You could tell he was feeling light-headed, his unfocused vision being the proof of that despite his attempts to shake it off.

He’s been a lot distracted today, that usual snarl of his nonexistent and barks oddly refusing to come out from his mouth. Miles and Gwen were weirded out by his quiet demeanor because this was the first time they had seen Miguel be... at his best behave, he wasn’t throwing chairs or angrily shouting at anything. He didn’t seem to be in a best condition either, just seeming unwell as he forced himself to bark orders as best as he could. Miguel just wanted to be held by you all day, the missions and overwhelming responsibility of the multiverse pressuring him to the edge and exhausting him completely. He’s been fighting the vulnerability, not wanting anyone else to see him like that, forcefully pushing his consciousness away from the space within his mind that tells him to just let everything go. You would occassionally send him worried glances, but you didn’t miss the way he leaned more into you everytime you touched him, nearly melting in your touch.

Ah, so this is why he’s been acting so adorable. You thought, humming in satisfaction. The pleased sound you made caused Miguel to open his eyes again, seeing you smiling softly at him instead of being mad. You usually hated when Miguel cums without permission, but it can’t be helped with that pretty little head of his drowning in that space.

“It’s okay, querido.” His heart fluttered at your softness. “I’m not gonna punish you today, but you know I’m not giving you what you asked for if you do it again, right?” This time, you cupped his face with both hands and kissed him gently.

Miguel whimpers, grateful. “Sí, I’ll be good. I’ll be good, sir.”

“All for me?”

You moved one leg to rub his crotch with your foot, Miguel gasping as he nods vigorously. “Sí, sí, only for you, please.”

“Such a good fuckin’ puppy,” You groan, pulling him up in a heated kiss. Miguel straddles your lap and wraps his muscular arms around your neck, reciprocating the kiss as his hips starts to grind against you, heavenly sounds escaping into your mouth. He moans particularly loud when you slipped a hand inside his pants and lightly pushed the plug, causing the kiss to be broken with a trail of saliva connecting your lips.

“Sir, mhm,” He grunted. “Want— Wan’ to take it off.”

You hum, sliding your other hand down to squeeze his slutty waist that made Miguel’s head spin. Your hands were so big, it could entirely wrap around his waist with ease. It made him ache inside, knowing the size of your hands perfectly matches your cock. “Let me take care of you, puppy. Give in, lose yourself in it, I’ll make you feel so good.” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, before beginning to leave a mark as you bit and sucked harshly. Miguel moans, clinging onto you and giving in, indulging himself more in that safe space that’s been bothering him all day.

With softness in every bit of your movement, you peel off his clothes and drop them to the floor carelessly as your lips work wonders on him; licking, biting, sucking, littering his pretty skin with purple bruises and listening to heavenly sounds leaving his lips. You were so gentle and kind, Miguel can’t help but feel content as he holds onto you for dear life. Laying him down on the bed, you mutter praises in his ear while your hands explore his muscular body. Miguel felt like being worshipped, the intimacy becoming too much that tears escape his eyes and he whimpers.

You gently bit his collar and pulled, making Miguel throw his head back further in the pillow to give you more access, his arms wrapped around your back. “Please, please, sir,” He whispered almost desperately. You hummed in response, to which he whined at. “Fill me, want you already, wan’ your cock.” Begs slipping past his lips, Miguel spreads his legs to present his hole clenching around the plug.

A groan erupts from your throat, licking your lips. “Fuck, good puppy. Knowing how to beg like a slut.”

“Your slut, your puppy, please.” Miguel begs more, grabbing your hand and urging you to touch him.

You shush him gently, “Shh... I’ll take care of you, mi vida. It’s alright.” The reassurance allows him to let go as you reached down and lightly tapped on the plug, making him gasp. Pleas and begs still spilling his lips, Miguel grasped the sheets under him with his head thrown back when you pulled the plug out, your cum from the morning gushing out. He trembles at the feeling and moans softly as you kiss his forehead and then his lips, swallowing another pleas. His insides was aching to be filled and bred, twisting uncomfortably in his belly and increasing his desperation more.

He wanted you, all of you, wanted you to make him yours. He wanted you to let him know who he belongs to and mark his insides with your cum. It doesn’t matter if it makes him look like a desperate whore, a slut, he wants to feel full with your cum as you hold him in your arms. Nothing mattered anymore; his duty, his responsibilities, his position as a leader, his ego, his pride. They didn’t matter. Just you, fucking him, making love to him, breeding him, making him feel content.

Miguel whimpers when you push his legs to his chest and align your cock to his entrance, excitement and anticipation bubbling within his body. His hands latches onto your forearms. “Yes, please, sir. Fuck me, please. Want your cock, want it a—” His pleas were cut off by you suddenly shoving your dick into his gaping hole, loud gasp escaping his lips followed by a satisfied moan.

You grunted, licking your lips and smirking at the pleasure coating his face. “What do we say now, puppy?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you— fuck!” He cries out as you bottomed out in him, not giving him a time to adjust before pulling your hips back and slamming it in. Holy fuck, it felt so good, Miguel’s mind immediately goes blank as you began thrusting into him.

“Such a good fuckin’ puppy, taking me in so well,” You purred and snapped your hips harshly, making Miguel arch his back and cry out. He’s always been good at this, being fucked dumb and cock-hungry. You can’t help your heart swelling at the knowledge that he only becomes like this with you, possessiveness burning like a fire within your spirit. “Mine, aren’t you? My good puppy, my good whore?”

Miguel whined, nodding his head frantically. “Yours— augh! Yours, only yours, yes! Fuuuuck!” His claws dig into your skin when you set a relentless pace with your cock striking his prostate perfectly, making you hiss slightly in pain. Drools drip from Miguel’s open mouth as he threw his head back.

“I bet everyone’s gonna be so shocked to see you like this,” You groan when he clamps down on you in response. “The great Miguel O’Hara, nothing but a pathetic dumb adorable mess beneath me. All f’me, right, darling?” The brutal thrusts sending him further down on the mattress had Miguel delirious, unable to form coherent thoughts as he nods and mutters a series of yes’s and for you’s again, and again. His mind absolutely melting and breaking by the ruthless pleasure shooting everywhere within his body.

Fuck, he’s so fuckin’ adorable being at your mercy. Can’t do anything but moan and whine while taking your cock so well. Can’t even stutter a proper sentence as all he can think of is you and your big fucking dick drilling mercilessly into him. Very big contrast to the way you were touching him with such softness before.

Keeping your merciless pace, you leaned over to start sucking on one of his nipples and Miguel lets a sob out, shaking from sensitivity. His big tits were always sensitive and he refuses to let you touch it outside of the privacy in your bedroom due to how he won’t be able to contain himself — he could cum just from them alone, and the idea doesn’t please him when he’s in the right mind. Though, you figured he loves it when you touch it while fucking him because of his moans that just grew high-pitched.

You slammed your hips in a particularly hard thrust at the same time with your teeth biting his sensitive nipple and Miguel’s eyes rolled back into his skull, no sounds escaping his open mouth as he squeezed down on you. Groaning, you look down and chuckle after seeing no sight of white seed coming out from his cock, a deeply pleasant expression crossing your face. “God, fuck! You didn’t cum, puppy?”

Miguel tries to hear you out despite his mind going numb from the euphoria and weakly shakes his head, “S-sí, sí— mhmm! ahghh— wanna- wanna be good f’you, fuhck! Quiero ser bueno para ti, por favor, haah,” He moaned loudly.

Oh, motherfucker.

He really deserves a reward for being this good. His obedience drives you crazy, it feeds your ego and sadistic pleasure as electricity runs through your veins. You seemed to get bigger and harder inside him, making Miguel whine pathetically and scratch your forearm.

You reward him with another harsh thrust that sent Miguel sobbing, “Good boy, shit— such a good puppy, keeping his promise. Need a reward, hm? Good puppies deserve rewards.” You growled, pulling at his collar with your teeth.

Miguel whimpered, “Sí, sí, lo necesito— agh! Please, pleasepleaseplease.” Begging desperately, Miguel removes his hands from your forearms to hook them under his thighs and keep his legs spread in place, making you curse softly as you fastened your pace.

“Gonna breed you so fuckin’ well, puppy. Fill you up so full and so good, won’t stop even after it’s gushing out of your cunt,” You growled in his ear and Miguel arches his back to meet your thrusts, crying out and sobbing and babbling nonsense. “Gonna make you take everything in, and fuck you again so you wouldn’t feel empty ‘til the next day. Make you my breeder.” Miguel moans shamelessly at your words, clenching around you.

“Fuckfuckfuck, sir, m’gonna cum, please, sir,” He begged, toes curling as the knot in his stomach coils. “Let me cum, let me cum, please.”

Feeling your own climax approaching, your thrusts became sharp as you moan softly and grab his hands to interlock them with yours. Miguel whimpers at the intimacy. “Fuck, go on, sweetheart. Let it out, cum. Cum for me, Miguel.” As if to forcefully push him over the edge, you shoved your cock deeper into his guts in one swift motion and Miguel’s eyes rolled back into his skull, loud mewl and pornographic moan falling from his throat. White spots clouded his vision, mind going blank as he spurts out cum on his toned stomach, body shaking violently. You groaned, moaning when your orgasm hits as well, spilling the hot semen inside him.

You thrusted slowly and sloppily to ride out both of your orgasm, Miguel’s body still twitching from the intensity and overstimulation. You capture his lips in a lazy kiss and he attempts to reciprocate, though failing due to his mind completely in a daze. He can still see stars. “That’s it, puppy. Good boy, did so fuckin’ well. Took it so obediently,” You whisper softly, making Miguel whine.

“Thank you, thank you,” He mutters through heavy breathing, trying to gather his breath. One hand gently stroking his face, you kissed his cheek while mumbling praises that Miguel mewls at, his head still deep in submissive state. He must’ve been really exhausted and stressed if he hasn’t returned to his usual state of mind yet, so you just tend to him with softness to make up for how rough you were with him.

“Such a good boy, made me feel so good.” You praised, now rolling your hips in a gentle thrust. Miguel hums in pleasure, butterflies in his stomach at the kisses you pepper him with, so full and content. “Did I breed you well, mi amor? Does it feel good?” You kiss his neck as he tilts his head back.

“Mhm,” He moans softly. “Se siente bien, muy bien. Te amo.” Miguel squeezes your hand as his other hand caressed his belly, where it feels euphoric and so, so full.

You kissed his lips gently, “Yo también te quiero, mi vida.” He wraps his legs around you and reciprocates the kiss, moaning when you sucked his tongue. Holding both of his hands now, you gently pinned them on the mattress beside his head and pressed a kiss on his forehead, still rolling your hips. “I have to clean you up soon, you want a bath?”

Miguel shakes his head and rolls his hips in time with your thrusts, making you moan softly. “More, please? Wan’ you to breed me more.”

You hum, sharply snapping your hips. Miguel gasps. “So needy, huh? My adorable puppy.” He whines, which you’re quick to shush. “Don’t you worry, darling. I’ll give it all to you. You’ve been such a good obedient boy, and good boys deserve rewards.” Miguel mutters a quiet thank you before you pulled your cock all the way to the tip and slammed back into him, ready to breed his pretty cunt again so he could spend tomorrow with your cum and plug inside him, fully content.

He would spend the entire time with your cum inside him, completely full, and everyone would still think he’s the dominant one in your relationship.

Oh well, nobody gets to see him like this, so you’ll let them talk like that for a while. It’s not like they’re gonna know, anyway.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[onlymingyus]

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pairing; kim mingyu x choi seungcheol x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; unprotected sex, some dom/sub dynamics, dom!seungcheol, dom!mingyu, sub!reader, brat!reader, impact play, hand on the throat, fingering, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, creampie, cum eating/cumplay, some mlm (depending on how you feel about what happens adding the warning just in case), strength kink, manhandling, reader is smaller than mingyu and seungcheol, reader works out, mingyu carries the reader, pinning down/against wall, bulge kink, big dick!mingyu and seungcheol, pet names/degrading names, teasing, aftercare, talks about polyamory 

w/c; 533 (this teaser) -- 7k and some change (full fic on Patreon)

requested; no

a/n; this one is a lot -- as you can see from the warnings -- but I had a lot of fun writing it. if you need someone to blame, you can put that blame on one choi seungcheol and his gym thirst traps. man doesn't even have to post actual pictures, just has to say im lifting 100 kg and my brain goes brrrr. also I am posting a day early this week due to my work schedule -- working overtime due to people being out, so I have no other choice. 

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“So, you do pay attention to us?”

Looking down you feel the warmth rush over your cheeks at the man’s question and his friend’s lingering gaze. Seungcheol laughs, his fingers drumming against the bench under him for a moment before he sits up and leans forward like Mingyu to look at you more closely.

“Why are you being all shy? We aren’t going to bite you, sweetheart.”

When you take a deep breath, your eyes lifting to meet his eyes at his words, Seungcheol laughs once more with a tilt of his head. He could see the look in your eye. You were turned on. He had seen the look before when you were watching them work out. They had been watching you just as much as you had watched them. You weren’t nearly as inconspicuous as you thought you were.

“Mm, not unless you want us to.”

Mingyu sucks in a breath as his eyes drop to your thighs, watching you press them together. This was going better than he had expected it to. He had hoped that this would be the opening conversation that could lead to another conversation at a later date but now you were acting like a cat in heat, rubbing your thighs together. Mingyu couldn’t help the way his mind wandered to how you were probably wet right now.

Taking a deep breath, you meet Seungcheol’s eyes almost defiantly in an attempt to play it cool. You weren’t some cheap whore that could be so easily seduced, at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. It was just too bad that your body was betraying every sensible thought that was going through your brain as the men in front of you undressed you in their minds.

“Are you going to climb back on that silly machine or would you rather leave and work on your cardio in another way?”

Scoffing at Seungcheol’s words, you open your water bottle to take another sip only to miss your mouth because of how flustered you actually are. Mingyu groans under his breath, watching the water trickle down your chin to your throat and finally your chest towards the top of your tank top. Seungcheol on the other hand just smirks before leaning forward to swipe his thumb under your bottom lip to wipe away some of the water before speaking again.

“Messy baby, answer me.”

Leaning into his touch, you find yourself nodding before you even realize it. Seungcheol smiles, nodding along with you, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip briefly before he pulls his hand away. Watching the interaction, Mingyu takes a breath and lets it out slowly. It was his turn to play it cool as he glanced around the gym thankful that the section you three were in was less crowded.

“Our place or yours, babe?”

Turning your head towards Mingyu, you finally take in a deep breath as you feel Seungcheol take your water bottle out of your hand. The question seems to confuse you for a moment, but a flash of his pretty smile, his sharp canines on display for you seems to bring you back into the moment.

“Mine.”

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[nanawritesit]

ATEEZ: General NSFW Headcanons 🖤 (18+/ MDNI) 🔞🔞🔞

i am currently hard at work on the maknae line ver. of your first time having sex with ateez imagines, BUT i thought i could put this little diddy out to hold y’all over :) this one is more gender neutral too so it’s more inclusive!

TW: switch!HJ, switch!SH, dom!YH, sub!YS, dom!S, dom!MG, sub!WY, switch!JH, sexual intercourse (protection is up in the air,) giving and receiving oral sex, marking up, hair pulling, aftercare, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, missionary, doggy style, mating press, reverse cowgirl, spanking/ impact play, edging/ orgasm denial, choking, manhandling, pet names, sex toys, bondage, praise, degradation, overstimulation, sensory deprivation, jealous sex, thigh riding, size kink, daddy/sir kink, morning sex, wall sex, shower sex, fingering, roleplay, pegging, neck kissing and biting, breast/nipple play, begging, brat taming, rough sex, forced eye contact, phone sex/sexting, leather, food play, breeding kink, body worship, masturbation play, biting, grinding/dry humping, groping, undressing, whimpering/ moaning, kissing, mentions of BDSM, cursing

(god this is a lot, never say i don’t keep you guys FED 😤💞)

Hongjoong:

The switchiest switch that ever switched

He can be the biggest dom, especially when he’s jealous

Like have you seen how possessive he gets over his fans? Imagine how he is about you

All he has to do is see someone looking at you with desire and he sees red

All that’s going through his head is: “mine. mine. mine.”

Fucks you so hard you can’t walk and then goes: “Do you think anyone else could fuck you like that? No, I’m the only one. They can look at you all they want.”

Ooooo and if you’re a brat? He lives for taming you.

He’ll literally just give you a glare and go: “Just wait until we get home. You’re going straight to my room, understand?”

And you’ll be hard/wet in seconds, wishing you never teased him in the first place (except not really because you love it when he punishes you hehe)

LOVES marking you up with hickeys, they’re his favorite way of letting the world know you’re his

Will even try to convince you to wear a low cut top or a v-neck just to show them off

He’ll go crazy anytime you wear something red

Shirts, dresses, underwear, makeup, ANYTHING. if it’s red, he wants to take it off of you ❤️

HOWEVER, he also enjoys being a sub sometimes :) Mostly when he’s exhausted or stressed from work

He likes the freedom of being able to lie back and let you take care of him

And boy, do you 💀

He loooooves watching you ride him, about as much if not more than he loves topping you

Regardless of who’s on top, he loves seeing your face while having sex. Missionary is his favorite for that exact reason

Intimacy is a really big thing for him. I don’t see him as the type to just wildly fuck someone and walk away

The KING of aftercare. He always asks if you’re okay, holds you in his arms, plays with your hair, offers to get you food or water… he’s so soft for you 🥰

He loves to call you “my muse” and “baby” during sex

“Look at you, taking my cock so well… you’re a work of fucking art. It’s no wonder you’re my muse.”

“Oh baby, don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

He doesn’t really have a preference for what you call him… but he loses it whenever you call him “captain”

Especially if you’re the bottom, like if he tells you to do something and you reply, “As you wish, captain.” Holy shit, he’ll probably bust immediately

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Studio sex.

I KNOW it’s overused for him. But I don’t care. It’s not overrated if it’s genuinely good and true 😤

He works so much! It’s the perfect way to multitask 😌

Imagine bouncing up and down on his cock in his chair while he attempts to work on something, making him moan and cry out until he finally abandons his computer and destroys you from underneath…

He doesn’t have a lot of crazy kinks, but he does get some pleasure out of spanking you when you’ve been bratty

Calls you a “bad girl/boy” and makes you count as he slaps your ass over and over until it’s bright red (which only gets him going more ❤️)

He might enjoy some light bondage too, but that’s pretty much it :3

Also, you guys would definitely fuck to music sometimes (slow it down make it bouncy 😜)

Seonghwa:

He’s a switch, but he prefers being a dom

He loves pinning you down

And making you into a mess just with his fingers

Regardless of the role he’s playing, he’ll only cum after you do (Unless he’s had to go weeks without you)

Literally a master at oral… have you seen that tongue? It’s m a g i c a l

Kind of into edging? Like he’ll get you close with his fingers, then stop. Then he’ll get you close with his mouth, but stop again. Finally, he’ll let you cum in his cock

A big fan of neck kisses and biting

He also loves to play with your breasts… groping them, pinching your nipples between his fingers, jiggling them, licking them… it doesn’t matter how big or small they are, he loves them

He’s also into body worship, he’ll kiss every single inch of your body and tell you how beautiful you are

Lowkey has a thing for being called “oppa” or “hyung” during sex but SSHHH DONT TELL ANYONE 🤫

But he also likes to be called sir when he’s domming you 👀

“Does that feel good?” “Yes…” “Yes what?” “Yes sir.” “Very good. That’s a good girl/boy.”

THIGH RIDING

Nothing gets him going more than you humping his leg like a needy animal in heat 🔥

He’ll even tease you by pushing his leg up further against your core to give you more friction

But of course, he won’t let you cum like that. Only on his cock.

Suuuuuper into praise, both giving and receiving. He likes to hear how good he’s making you feel and vice versa

He’ll constantly tell you how pretty you look taking his cock :)

Makes the prettiest little noises when he cums 😭

His eyes never fail to roll back into his head when he finishes (the halazia eye roll OMG 🥵)

You kind of have a voice kink when it comes to him… and who could blame you, he has a sexy ass voice

He could be reading a grocery list and it would turn you on 💀

It pairs well with his masterful dirty talk… seriously, you think he could get you off just by talking to you if he wasn’t so adamant on making you cum on his cock all the time

He likes to kiss you the entire time you’re having sex

Which is fine by you, he’s a great kisser 💋

Is more into romantic sex than the rough kind

But he’ll fuck the shit out of you if he’s needy enough ;)

Likes to call you “darling” 🥰

“My darling, you’re breathtaking when you’re all fucked out… I could look at you like this forever.”

He might ask you to tie him up if he’s feeling extra subby 👀

You can tell he’s needy for you by the way his hands constantly roam over your body… squeezing your thighs, groping your ass, caressing your hips, jiggling your breasts… he’s so touchy when he’s horny

He gets sooooo whiny when he’s subbing. He practically begs you for his release, furrowing his brow and throwing his head back in desperation

“Please darling, please, I need to cum… I need you…”

Yunho:

dom dom dom dom dom.

I seriously don’t see him being a sub unless he’s really desperate

However, I do think he is a soft dom :)

He doesn’t want to throw you around or punish you. He just wants to be in control

Prefers obedient subs over brats, but he can handle a little attitude every now and then to keep things interesting 🔥

SIZE KINK

(another overused trope but it’s not overrated if it’s what??? GOOD AND TRUE.)

He looooves overpowering you with his size and strength, pinning both your wrists down with one of his large hands

Aaaaaand, a daddy kink for sure (the two kind of go together)

When you get whimpery and overstimulated, he just pouts affectionately and goes: “Awh princess, is daddy too big for you? I know you can take it.”

Big dick energy. I just know this man is PACKING

Oh yeah, speaking of which, he loves to call you princess. He could also call you prince depending on your preference :)

With these dynamics, it’s only a short segway into a sugar daddy/ sugar baby roleplay, just sayin 😗

He’ll come home with a super expensive gift for you, and obv you’ll be all excited and ask him what it’s for and he’ll be like: “Daddy’s gotta take care of his baby. Now, how do you plan on thanking me?”

Has the best hands in the world, so obviously he’s great at fingering 👀

Imagine his cold rings pressing against your entrance as he has you bent over one knee…

THIGH RIDING pt. 2

Seriously, have you seen this man’s thighs??? There’s no way he wouldn’t like his partner getting off on them!

Not super into giving you hickeys because he feels like he’s hurting you 🥺

However he DOES like it when you leave scratches down his back 😏

Likes fucking you in front of a mirror so he can watch you take him like a good girl/boy

Sex with him usually starts out slow and sweet but as time goes on he gets more and more rough

You guys had to move your bed forward a few inches because your headboard kept slamming into the wall 💀

He’s also into blindfolds… he loves making you so sensitive to his touch through the sensory deprivation

Also… he’s a gamer boy, so he’d love it if you’d go under the desk and “assist him” while he’s playing 👀

Yeosang:

He’s definitely not the biggest sub in the group (*cough* wooyoung *cough*) but he’s up there for sure

He’s just so delicate, I can’t really picture him as a dom

He’s not a brat at all, he likes to be obedient for you :)

He’d probably enjoy calling you “sir” or “ma’am” more than daddy or mommy

Likes to be praised, so be sure to tell him what a good boy he is and how well he’s doing ❤️

He’s 100% a whimperer 👀

His noises are ADDICTIVE, you just want to keep causing him to make them

Can’t form coherent sentences either

“Sir/Ma’am, I… I can’t, it’s too… I just, Ah!”

I don’t think he’d be into too many kinks, he’s more on the vanilla side

That’s not to say that sex with him is boring, because it most definitely is not 💀 He’s just not going to be into bondage or bdsm

However… he can get behind some roleplay 😏

Likes to play the role of your personal erotic dancer, stripping and grinding on you while you sit in a chair

Enjoys having his hair pulled

He might have a super deep voice, but when he’s close to cumming, it gets higher pitched. You think it’s absolutely adorable and live for the sound.

When you get to a point in your relationship where he feels he can trust you, he lets you take a recording of his voice while you get him off since you love it so much :)

He also likes to be called “pretty boy” ❤️

As you’re ruining him, you’ll lean back and brush some of his hair away from his face and go: “Look at my pretty boy, so fucked out and feeling so good…”

A big fan of oral! He loves watching you go down on him just to work him up before sex, but even more so he loves getting down on his knees and pleasuring you with his tongue

When he’s feeling good, her starts chuckling sexily in that deep ass voice of his. The sound is absolutely melodic, and you can’t get enough of it

Likes to be treated like a prince afterward 👑 He’ll be absolutely smitten if you give him tons of kisses and cuddles, play with his hair, and clean him up 🥰

San:

San can either be the most romantic love maker in the world or the roughest fuck ever

He’s a dom, and he likes brats. Have you seen him with Wooyoung? He’s a tamer for sure.

However, he’s still San. He doesn’t have it in him to be mean to anyone. He still wants to shower you in praise and make you feel good.

It just takes a little breaking sometimes 😗

He’s a big edger. When you’ve been especially bad, he’ll deny your orgasm at least three times before he lets you cum

Speaking of which, his stamina is INSANE. He can go multiple rounds without getting tired

“You want to cum? Well, you’re going to have to be a good girl/boy first. Only good girls/boys get to cum.”

Tease him in public. He won’t admit it, but he loves how bold you are riling him up around all your friends.

Run your hand along his thigh under the table, press your ass against his hips when you walk past him, bend over in front of him… he’ll immediately be thinking of all the ways he could fuck the audacity straight out of you 😈

He goes crazy hard sometimes. You’ve been worried that either you or the bed will break in half with how hard he fucks you sometimes 💀

A big fan of morning sex. It’s usually soft and slow, and he can make love to you delicately, the way he wants to

Also loves shower sex. He loves pressing you up against the glass and taking you from behind, then cleaning you up like a good boyfriend ❤️

CHOKING. This man loves to wrap one of his big hands around your throat when he wants to get your attention or remind you who’s in charge

Forced eye contact. He needs you to look at him the entire time he’s pleasuring you. If you try to squint your eyes shut, he stops and grabs your jaw forcefully.

“Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you. I told you, don’t take your eyes off of me.”

Wants to look straight into your eyes when you cum 🥰

He loves marking you up, which isn’t such a hard thing to do with as hard as he fucks 💀 He also lets you give him hickeys and scratch his back up when you’ve been good :)

Because he can go so hard sometimes, he’s another king of aftercare. All the dom in him melts away and he goes back to your sweet, loving San.

“Are you alright, beautiful/ handsome? Did I go too hard? Are you hurt? Let me get you some food and water, okay? Just relax, I’ve got you.”

I love him so much I wanna cry.

That reminds me, he loves to call you “beautiful” or “handsome,” depending on your preference!

He doesn’t really like pet names, he prefers you just call him by his name

When you’re having slow, romantic sex, he loves it when you call him “Sannie” 🥺

Mingi:

This man is a FREAK and a mf’in HALF 😤

There’s soooo many things he’s into, I don’t even know where to start…

First off, he’s a dom. He switches between hard and soft depending on his mood and the situation

Most of the time he lets you pick :)

He’s down for whatever! He can spend all night punishing you with a riding crop or belt while you furiously fuck yourself on his cock, or indulge in some slow, romantic love making

He does let you go on top sometimes, but he’s still the power bottom

Bondage. He loves handcuffing you the bed and tying your legs together while he teases you with a sex toy ⛓️

Oh god does he love making you beg for it 😭

To him, there’s no better sound than you groveling beneath him, practically in tears asking him to please fuck you

Certified munch ™️

Seriously though, he looooves giving oral. I also see him being into multiple orgasms, to him, eating you out or sucking you off is the perfect first orgasm ❤️

BUT he also loves receiving just as much… when he’s in hard dom mode, he’ll make you suck him off before he’ll even think of touching you the way you want him to

You’ll be so overstimulated by the time he’s done with you. You’ll be a crying, whimpering mess, and he’s still pulling you onto up onto his lap going: “One more, sweetheart, you can do it.”

Speaking of which, his favorite name to call you is “sweetheart” 🥰

I can see him enjoying being called “sir” or “daddy” equally… probably sir when he’s a hard dom and daddy when he’s a soft dom :)

May or may not have a breeding kink 😗

Something about filling you to the brim with his cum with your legs on his shoulders so you can carry his seed just riles him up like no other

Loves creampies, consensually of course! (Wrap it before you tap it kids ☝🏻)

CHOKING pt. 2 (when he’s a hard dom)

THIGH RIDING pt. 3… he’s also got some thicc, juicy thighs, so he would obviously love letting you get off on them!

Wall fucking… he enjoys hoisting you up in the air, wrapping your legs against his waist, and fucking you right against the wall

Has a goal to fuck you in every single room of the house 💀

Bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, living room, dining room…. you name it, he wants you there.

Phone sex and sending each other nudes and detailed descriptions of what you want to do to each other while he’s away 🔥

Also, don’t tell anyone, but he secretly has a thing for leather… whether it’s a jacket, boots, dress, pants, or even lingerie, it gets him GOING 🖤

Exhibitionism… he loves seeing how far he can go without getting caught, and the adrenaline is addictive (Don’t do this irl you can get in a lot of trouble lol)

In public bathrooms, hotels, dark closets, empty hallways… he knows exactly how to get you worked up enough to where you’ll agree

Food play… he loves covering you in whipped cream or hot fudge and licking it all off torturously slow

DOGGY STYLE. This is his favorite position. He loves making you arch your back as he pounds into you from behind, one hand in your hair and the other pressing down on your back 🥵

Big dick energy pt. 2. I fully believe that this man is thoroughly endowed 😗

Damn that was a lot, you’re welcome ;)

Wooyoung:

SUB SUB SUB SUB SUB!!!

Ya’ll already saw this coming who am I kidding

He’s literally outed himself as liking degradation 💀

He’s the world’s biggest brat too… he teases you all day long while you’re out in public, when he knows you can’t do anything until you get home

Loves to be manhandled. Shove him against the wall, yank his hair, grab him by the jaw and force him to look at you… he’ll just giggle euphorically and look up at you with a satisfied smirk

He may be a sub, but he still enjoys riding you. You’ll still have all the control, he’ll just be riding you like a cowboy 🤠

Masturbation play… he’ll literally leave the door open and moan so loud, just so you’ll walk in on him jerking off and punish him :)

Also likes it when you make him get himself off while you just sit there and watch

He’ll whine and complain that he needs you to touch him, but you know part of him loves being watched by your hungry, possessive eyes 💋

BITING… going both ways. He likes biting your shoulder when he’s close to cumming, and he likes when you bite him anywhere

Pegging. Please peg him. He needs it soooo bad.

But seriously, if you don’t have male anatomy, he will gladly buy you a strap-on HIMSELF and let you fuck him with it 😈

As I said earlier, he loves degradation. Tell him what a little slut he is and how naughty he’s been for you

Unlike Yeosang, he DOES enjoy calling you “mommy” or “daddy.” He might even let a “mistress” or “master” slip if the bdsm is cranked up 

Speaking of which, he likes to be tied up. Like, a lot. Whether it’s ropes or handcuffs, he loves it.

As soon as you have him right where you want him, he starts apologizing and telling you how he promises he’ll be a good boy…

Tease him just enough… don’t let him have it so easily

Loves it when you wear long necklaces or chains, so they can dangle down in his face :)

Oh and uh, he’s another whimperer 😳

Seriously, he’s SO loud. You get so worried that one of your neighbors will hear and complain 💀

You might have to get him a gag if he doesn’t quiet down soon… 👀

Jongho:

Like the captain, Jongho is another big switch. He couldn’t possibly pick which role he likes better.

On one hand, he adores towering over you and intimidating you, making you beg for him to fuck you…

He’s used to getting overlooked, so he takes this as a chance to showcase his true power

But on the other hand, he really enjoys letting you take the reigns and use him as your own personal fuck toy 😈

Jongho’s favorite nickname is “angel,” don’t try to tell me otherwise 😤

“You like that angel? Do you want more?”

He can be really possessive as well 👀

Does not like it when other people try to flirt with you and take you away from him… it makes his blood boil

If it’s from someone he hates, he’ll go full dom and fuck you so hard you can’t even remember who was flirting with you

But if it’s someone he actually respects and admires, he needs you to dom him and show him how he’s the only man for you ❤️

He’s super hot when he’s angry btw :) You can’t help yourself once you see him grit his teeth or clench his fists in jealousy

We got another loud one in here!

He swears he doesn’t mean to, but come on, he’s the main vocal! Once he starts feeling himself about to cum, he can’t help the moans and whimpers that spill from his lips

His favorite position is probably the mating press. He loves throwing your legs up over his shoulders and pressing your knees to your chest, pounding into you from up top

Although he also enjoys himself a good reverse cowgirl ;)

How could he not, you get to get off how you like, and he gets a phenomenal view of your backside

Speaking of which…. Choi Jongho is an ass man.

He loves groping it, slapping it, jiggling it, anything

Literally the way to get him worked up ten times out of ten is just to wear something tight that showcases your booty 🍑

I don’t see him being super kinky, but he does enjoy using toys on you

Imagine him running a vibrator over your clit or fucking you with a dildo while dirty talking you 🥵

When he’s feeling subby, he loves being called a “good boy” 💞 He also likes having his hair pulled!

You get to see the whiny side of him that no one else gets to see :)

“Please, angel… I want to cum for you so bad, will you let me, angel? Please?”

And who could possibly resist him when he’s asking so nicely 🥰

[cloudgyubi]

Thoughts on top 3 gyuvin kinks?

im gonna start by saying that i personally see gyuvin as the embodiment of a switch leaning dominant, and with that being said here's my take on his top3 kinks for when he's feeling more dominant and for when he's more on the submissive side.

a/n: i havent listed the kinks in a specific order; also, not proofread. let me know your takes about this in the comments / reblogs or in my inbox!

> nsfw - mdni. more under the cut!

dom!gyuvin

praise: we all know that gyuvin is often, if not always, seen as a silly boy and it seems hard for people to take him seriously - both when it comes to his job or his personality and emotions in general; that's why i think he's heavy on receiving compliments and praise. tell him he's making you feel good, go hard on the “that's it baby, keep going”s and he's gonna fuck you real good. he thrives on being the best for you because he knows you will take him seriously at all times and he needs to thank you for that, and what's better than making you cum on his cock? he's also big on the giving side though, let's not forget about this. he's always whispering sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how beautiful you look and reminding you how much of a good pet you're being for him every single time you manage to take him whole and that brings us to the next point.

size kink: are we even surprised? man is 186cm tall, his hands are 20,4cm each and him going to the gym and pumping up just does it. gyuvin goes crazy when you hug him and place your chin on his chest, especially when you look up at him with those big doe eyes of yours; when you get on your knees just for him and he gets to see you all pretty and small under his huge body, he goes nuts. he matches his height with yours, cups your face with just one hand and smirks knowing that you too get off knowing he can manhandle you as much as he wants. me being part of the gyuvin big dick agenda (oops 🤭), i'll say he goes crazy every single time you try so hard to take him whole in your mouth and fail. he loves seeing you all teary eyed and just messy, spit and pre-cum on your chin and lips. all the little gasps and whimpers you let out when he tries to bottom out in you? don't even get me started. when he puts his hand on your neck and just wraps his long slender fingers around it - he doesn't even squeeze, he just looks at how small you look compared to him and that gets him rock hard.

dacryphilia: gyuvin feels sick. why this out of all kinks he could have - he doesn't want to enjoy seeing you cry for him. he's not maniac about it though, he lets you cry on his shoulders when something is wrong, he lets you go all out on his chest while he caresses you - but whenever you happen to shed a couple tears while he's fucking you in missionary, he's always twitching inside of you and licking the tear stains on your cheeks as he hits your sweet spot harder and harder, making you cry out even more. as i said before, when you're giving him head he's always making sure you're keeping eye contact either by gripping your hair or squeezing your cheeks to keep your head in place - he can't miss the way your eyes fill up with tears threatening to stain your puffy cheeks. he's always fighting the urge to go deeper into your throat just to see all those pretty tears fall out of your eyes, but he can't hurt his pretty baby (but you take him deeper yourself regardless).

sub!gyuvin

bondage: gyuvin can't keep his hands off of you, he's always so excited about making you feel good that he just can't stay still - so when you tie his hands to the bed headboard, he gets sulky at first, he begs to let him go. since he can't always have his way by giving you puppy eyes, you do untie his hands just so you can make him even prettier by using the same red rope to tie his biceps to his torso, making the cutest heart shape on his abdomen. he feels caged, he wants to touch you, he needs to - but the moment you start slowly feeling him up and calling him pretty, that's when he gets all red and shy. he can't cover his face, he feels so exposed... and he loves it. he likes the first time you give him head while being tied up, overstimulating him to tears - and he loves when the next time you tie him up, you use his cock for your own pleasure. the thing he wants the most is to make you feel good and make you cum as many times as you need, and if you need him to stay still and use him - he can't be more happy.

face riding (afab!reader): as i just said, gyuvin thrives on being the best for you and making you feel good - it makes him feel better on an emotional note. but the first time you actually use his mouth to get off... he thinks he's never been this hard in his entire life. pretty boy lets his tongue out, lets you use it while he sucks on your folds and hums on your pussy as you whimper whenever your clit bumps his nose. when you grip his hair with one hand to steady yourself and use the other one to jerk him off - he feels so overwhelmed. he squeezes your thighs and your ass as he helps you move on his face, he doesn't even care that he's running out of breath right now - he could only dream of passing out while having his face between your legs anyway.

edging: “baby, it'll feel better when i'll let you cum later. you trust me, right?” - that's what you said to him the first time you edged him and he was all shaky and teary eyed while asking just why you did that to him when he was so close. he's your pretty puppy, of course he trusts you so he lets you be, and he tries not to care if it hurts because you're doing it for him... right? he waits so long, he gets so close to cumming in your mouth but you just don't let him. so when he asks you so so prettily to just let him cum, he begs for it with trembling words and light whimpers... you jerk him off slow and steady while you sit on his thighs and look at him in the most loving way. you scan his body and can't help but lick your lips as you follow your hand movements, noticing how red and swollen his tip has gotten. he catches your expressions with the corner of his eyes - at least, before his vision gets all white when he finally feels that damn relief he was chasing all night. he cries. he's overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure he's feeling, and when he manages to catch his breath and his vision gets better - he sees how much you're loving it (and also sees how much of a mess he made on his abs and your hand with his cum, you both love it). he loves seeing you all excited like this and he loves feeling like he can pass out of pleasure, so he can't wait until you edge him again.

[sleepingdeath-light]

OH. MY. WORD. I had no clue you were into Hetalia as well!

Might I request some dating headcanons for Russia and/or America with a fem! S/O? Fluff or smut is up to you really!

Smut Headcanons | America & Russia (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being female and (separately) in a relationship with the respective characters

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Alfred F. Jones / America

alfred is a dominant leaning switch who has a bad habit of getting a bit too big for his boots, so to speak

like he’ll present himself as this experienced masculine dominant who can give you everything you want and more — but he’ll be rather tightlipped about his bratty submissive side until it comes up

massive sadomasochist with a preference for branding and biting over other forms of marking — though he’s always up for using swatches and paddles if you ask him to

as a dom he has no preference for positions so long as he’s in control and is happy to be a top or a power bottom — just as eager to have you ride him as he is to flip you over, fold you nearly in half and ravish you to his heart’s content

as a sub he’ll go for one of two things depending on if you’re penetrating him or if you’re using him to penetrate you; for the former he’s a fan of doggy style and for the latter he’ll go for anything where you’re on top

if you ever call the safe word he’ll stop immediately and become rather sheepish and apologetic as he checks you over for injuries — he gets it, though, even he forgets his own strength at times

is a big fan of risk taking in the bedroom so he’ll be up for any public or semi-public acts you bring up (hell one of his biggest fantasies is you going down on him during a meeting — under the table where nobody can see you, of course)

isn’t shy about your sex life and is incredibly prideful about his body and abilities — so he’s both happy to brag about how good you feel and how many times he made you come and eager to send/receive sexts and nudes

phone sex is a damn near must — as is mutual masturbation (he just really likes watching you get off)

is open to pegging or any other use of toys in the bedroom

if you want to get him on his knees for you (and don’t mind getting your clothes ripped off of you), then just wear some lingerie or otherwise sexy clothes in the colours of his flag

Ivan Braginsky / Russia

ivan tends to bottom out of necessity — letting you take the reins as to ensure that he doesn’t forget himself and hurt you

is happy to guide and manhandle you into whatever position you’d like, but he won’t do anything to hurt you too much or risk doing so (he loves you too much to do that)

he’s rather well endowed so thorough foreplay and preparation is an absolute must if you want to be up and walking after the fact

he’s vocal during sex but he isn’t loud, mostly limiting himself to grunts, groans and deep whispers in both russian and english about how good you feel and taste and look for him

enjoys having you sit on his face when receiving oral — both for the view and the assurance that you have the space to move away if it gets too much

that being said he does have a distinct sadistic streak that he’ll only bring out if you ask him — and even then he’ll hold back out of fear of going too far (as he has in the past)

you’ll end up using the colour system during your rougher sessions (green=go, amber=shaky, red=stop)

spanking is used as a punishment and he’ll happily deliver it to your ass or your sex depending on what you’ve agreed on

marking for ivan tends to correlate with knife play and cutting — but he’d be happy to let you mark him in whatever way you prefer

is neutral to thigh riding itself, but loves it when you try to take control and get so needy for him that you’d resort to that (plus the view is a bonus)

the easiest way to fluster him is to send him a picture of you nude or in a state of undress on his bed — guarantee that he won’t be able to focus for the rest of the day

[ffiahh]

PROJECT PLUTO

You're Going to Stay?

Perhaps Vi can used to large mass of affection that she calls her girlfriend. She deserves it after all.

Pairings: Modern!Touch-Starved!Sub!Bottom! Vi x Trans!Masc!POC!Dom!Top!RugbyPlayer!OC! Aspen

Content Warning: Cursing, talk of marriage, talk of having babies, description of babies, use of pet names, use of needles, domestication, self-deprecating thoughts, self-deprecating language, domestication, major fluff, talk of unemployment. SMUT WARNING: Shower sex, biting, fingering, praise, mention of oral, choking, orgasm denial, degradation, slight body worship, subtle scratching, breeding kink, slight manhandling.

Word Count: 5.1K

☾*:･ﾟ✧. Part 2 to "Please Don't Leave Me", you can read either in any order and will still make sense. It's really cute domesticated shit. Vi is a little like a house uh- girlfriend? I really liked Aspen and Vi bickering, really solidified that they talk and act like a married couple already. Dastar is the turban worn by Sikh men, and Puthar is used as a nickname/pet name for someone younger than you. I really do want to know what you think of Aspen; I for one have the biggest crush on her, I also created a sim version of her; if any of you are interested. Special mention for @winfleurs since they were so excited for part 2, it feels rushed in my opinion but I hope you enjoy anyways!

“Is this your way of telling me you want my babies?”

“Aspen!”

“What? You just look-” Divine.

Vi could see that Aspen had this odd, faraway look in her eyes; the kind that made her sport a goofy smile opposed to her smirk; and sometimes it irked Vi a little.

“You’re staring at me again.”

When Aspen didn’t finish her sentence, or give any indication that she heard; Vi rolled her eyes, leaning back on the sofa as much as the tiny, little human in her arms could let her.

“Take this baby back.”

That seemed to snap Aspen out of her daze. “What? No!”

“She’s gonna start crying.”

“No, she’s no-”

The baby does start crying, her whole tiny body writhing and turning in Vi’s arms, as she raises her fists so far above her head, Vi almost lurches her own head back to avoid the incoming newborn wrath.

Aspen coos playfully, her hands leaning forward to naturally take the screeching baby from Vi, bouncing her gently in the crook of her elbow. “Aw, see? You already have the motherly instinct; you knew exactly when she was going to cry!”

Vi puffs her cheeks, crossing her arms over her chest, as her eyes trail over Aspen and her niece. Aspen was cooing down at Leia quietly, her fingers dancing over Leia’s scrunched, red face; over her nose, her cheeks and hairline. The sight of 6 foot something Aspen, with muscles as big as Vi’s arms put together; being so gentle around something as tiny as baby Leia, brewed something in Vi. “Is this your way of begging me to have your babies?”

“No of course not. That’s after marriage.”

Vi whips her head so fast that she could have sworn her hair fell off her head, her eyes dancing over Aspen and little Leia quickly; Aspen looked like a natural, her large hands casually supporting her little head and body, now feeding her through a tiny bottle, with a muslin cloth draped over her large shoulder. The mum look suited Aspen, so much so Vi wanted to throw the baby back to her mother so that she could drag Aspen back to their bedroom. For what? You know. Perverts.

“You’re thinking about it-” Aspen teases, her body rocking back and forth gently to cradle Leia, her mouth curling to shush her quietly.

“Shut up. Feed the baby, you’re going to drop her.” Vi rolls her eyes playfully, resting her head on her hand as she leans on the armrest, mumbling to herself. “Only been together for a year...”

“We Matsuuras, choose and mate for life.” Aspen replies as leans back in the couch, shaking the small bottle in Leia’s mouth, urging her to suckle again. “Just tell me when, baby. I’ve got my sperm ready and frozen.”

Vi lets out a little scoff and laugh, shaking her head. “You’re so annoying.” The most annoying part? Aspen wasn’t lying, she was annoying, had a big mouth, had a head bigger than most; but she never lied; and that was something Vi had to get used to.

“Not what you were telling me last night-”

“Aspen-”

“What was it? Fuck me harder-”

“Stop it.” Vi raises her fist to punch Aspen in the arm before remembering she had Leia, Vi purses her lips before she outstretched her hands. “Give her to me.”

Aspen gasps dramatically, turning her body to cover Leia. “What? So, you can hit me? That stays in the bedroom, baby girl. The other way around.”

Vi rolls her eyes, fighting hard to keep her blush down as she shakes her outstretched hands at Leia. “I want to hold her.”

Aspen looks at Vi suspiciously, her eyes trailing over Vi with mock caution before she turns her head away. “No.”

Vi stares at Aspen for a short moment, before she scoots down until she’s pressed up against Aspen’s body, her chin resting on Aspen’s shoulder. “Don’t you like it when I hold her? You get all mushy, and dopey-eyed.”

“Are you trying to bribe me?”

“Is it working?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes.”

Aspen laughs, something that scares Leia out of her sleep before she settles down again. Vi soon forgets her prior grudge when Aspen reaches to press a series of chaste kisses to her mouth. “Let me burp the little bean, and you can distract me all you want with your hidden mum powers.”

Vi can’t keep her eyes off of Aspen holding onto Leia’s chin, keeping her back straight and sat on Aspen’s leg. She couldn’t keep her distasted look in, as a loud belch erupts from Leia’s tiny mouth. “She sounds like a lawnmower.”

“I hope you don’t say that about our babies.”

Vi looks up at Aspen for a moment with heated cheeks, before they travel back down to Leia, her small fist raising up above her forehead as she lets out a small yawn, and a noise that sounds a little like throat clearing. “And she looks like a meat sack.”  

“Oi!” Aspen exclaims playfully, her hand reaching up to cover Leia’s ears. “Little lady’s very sensitive.” Aspen’s eyes drop down to Leia, whose little body was now curled at Aspen’s chest, almost as if the burp took energy out of her. Aspen leans forward, lowering her voice to a whisper: “Between you and me; she gets it from her mum.”

“Her mum’s your sister. Twin sister?” Vi asked, wrapping one arm around her waist, as her fingers reach down to hold Leia’s tiny foot. It was literally the length of her thumb, and maybe the width as her 2 fingers.

“Nah, Ashni gets it from our dad.”

“And wh-” Vi tries to focus to grab the baby from Aspen without dropping her, or letting her head fall back. It’s quiet for a moment, as Aspen gently guides Vi’s arms properly around Leia, before all that seems futile as Vi feels as though she’s going to drop Leia again when she feels Aspen press another kiss to her mouth, she smacks her lips in surprise, pressing them together before she finds her train of thought again. “Where do you get you from?”

“My mum.”

“Angry and arrogant?”

Aspen lets out another loud laugh, again startling Leia. Vi tightens her hold on her slightly; hoping it would calm her slightly; it does, Leia settles down in Vi’s arms with a quiet, disgruntled sigh and a long stretch. Vi’s hands were gentle as they tugged on her small pink hat, making sure they covered her ears, her finger trailing down Leia’s small nose before her eyes ran over her wrinkly face. Leia- like all newborns- looked like a like a small, old man. Yet, Vi couldn’t deny that Leia had a cuteness to her; maybe because she looked a little like Aspen.

“Don’t tease me. I have my clinic’s number on speed dial.”

Since Leia was safe in Vi’s hold, she had no trouble reaching over to deliver a punch to Aspen’s arm, smiling at herself when Aspen winced quietly in response.

Vi sighed quietly at the feeling of the hot water running down her body; she squeezes the water out of her hair before she pushes it back, her hand soon reaching down to wipe her face. She doesn’t bother to use anything, she just wanted to be able to close her eyes without worrying.

She didn’t know how long she was standing under the water, before she felt and saw the familiar brown, mismatched arms wrap around her from behind, feeling a pair of lips drag lazily across the curve of her neck.

“Ashni came to pick Leia up?”

“Mhm.” Aspen’s lips danced along Vi’s freckled skin, along her strong shoulder blades, before they found home on the soft curve of her shoulder. “You’re so warm.”

Vi opened her mouth to speak; momentarily feeling a few sprinkles of water fall in her mouth before Aspen shuts her up with a playful pinch on the butt.

“Don’t say its cause of the shower.”

“Don’t pinch me.”

“Brat.”

Vi let out a soft scoff, pressing her rear against Aspen, the corners of her lips curling up when she hears Aspen suck in a sharp breath. “You always call me that. You never do anything to fix it.” Vi could feel Aspen’s chest shake slightly against her back when she chuckled, her hands suddenly wrapping around the mass of muscle on Vi’s thighs.

“Now, now. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Vi did it anyways, and as always, she did not regret it. She bit down harder on the muscle of Aspen’s bicep, pressing her forehead to the tiled wall. Only strings of breathless moans and whines spilled from her mouth; feeling the familiar stretch of accommodating Aspen’s fingers.

“Shit.” Vi could press her nose into the hard expanse of Aspen’s bicep, her hips stuttering in movement when she feels Aspen’s fingers curl in her cunt.

“Good?” Vi just nodded, her nails clawing at the tiles, as she opened her mouth to try get another word out, only to hiss in pleasure when the ball of Aspen’s palm pressed against her clit. She could feel Aspen press against her back, could feel the hard metal of her nipple piercings rub against her, her dark falling past her shoulder and tickling the nape of Vi’s neck. “No thoughts? Head empty? Where’s it all gone? Your bratty talk?” Aspen lets out a low chuckle. “Fucked it out of you, didn’t I, pretty thing?”

Vi only pushed her rear back into Aspen’s hip, a small broken, whimper falling from her mouth. Her hands were slipping from the wet tiles, so Vi opted to hang on to Aspen’s forearm. It always dawned on Vi, how Aspen could stay so calm and collected through moments like this; for Vi it felt like her body would fall, and burn from the inside just by the mere touch Aspen’s anything on her skin. “G-gonna cu-”

“No, you’re not.” Aspen’s voice was firm, running straight through Vi’s ear, the sound of the shower head was completely gone. Aspen’s fingers were gone instantly, and soon were wrapped around snugly around Vi throat, enough to keep her head in place. “You’re not going to cum, no matter how many times you beg me to. I’ll decide.”

Aspen wasn’t always a soft, pleasure dom. When she was in the mood she could get rough, and fast really quick, and more often times, Aspen used her physical advantage to move Vi in any way she wanted. Thank you, rugby. It’s not to say that Vi didn’t have some advantage with her own physical prowess, she was just… more prone to giving it up. The dangerous bit is that Aspen’s playful and a little cocky.

“Gods...”

“Hm. You called?”

Vi let out a groan of surprise, feeling the pads of Aspen’s fingers drag through her folds, circling her entrance before finally pushing through. Aspen hummed again, pressing her mouth against Vi’s jaw, using her hand around her throat to tilt her head to the side to press her mouth against the shell of Vi’s ear.

“Sucked me right in…” Aspen smirked, feeling Vi’s blunt nails digs into her forearm, hearing the puffs of breath spill from Vi’s lips. It made her own cunt leak and throb, but it wasn’t enough to keep her focus off of Vi, to satiate her own needs; Vi challenged her on her authority in bed, she was determined to show her.

Vi’s limbs felt weak at this point, a shaking mess and if it weren’t for the firm hold Aspen had around her throat, she would’ve fell. “Aspen… shit, please, baby.”

Aspen smirked; the corner of her mouth turned up to show the sharp end of her canine tooth. “I like hearing you beg, sweetheart. Keep at it.”

Aspen fucked Vi close to two orgasms before rudely pulling back to amusedly take in the sight of her whining and begging for release. It was fun.

“… ‘S not fair…”

“No?” Aspen closes herself around Vi again, draping herself over her corded back, as her fingers find themselves in Vi’s pulsating hole, using her cunt to push her body further back into Aspen’s. Vi doesn’t bother fighting back, just holds onto Aspen’s forearms as she rested her head on Aspen’s shoulder.

“Really like your muscles…” Vi’s voice was slurred and breathless, her chest heaving and breath catching in her throat as she feels Aspen’s fingers lazily drove in and out of her.

Aspen laughed, pressing her nose into Vi’s cheek before her lips puckered to press a kiss to her cheekbone. “I like your muscles. So pretty… pretty thing. You can cum this time, okay? You listened well today.”

Vi could only moan out in relief, her fingers tightening around Aspen’s wrist, when her pace quickened. The shower was turned off a while ago, so Vi could really hear the obscene sounds Aspen’s fingers made in her cunt.

“So fucking pretty.” Aspen hummed, pressing herself closer to Vi, close enough she may as mould Vi to be one with the tiled wall. Aspen couldn’t help but run her free hand around the tightened, taut muscles on Vi’s stomach; her nails lightly running across the skin. “Wonder how you’ll look with my babies inside you.”  

Vi could feel her skin turn warm all over her body when Aspen opened her mouth, feeling her cheeks redden at the thought of ever being able to carry Aspen’s children. She let out an involuntary moan, her thigh jerking in response when Aspen delved in her deeper, almost as if she was spurred on by the mere thought of getting what she wanted just with her fingers. But, of course, that wasn’t really possible, as much as Aspen was Godly during their time in bed together, she didn’t have the powers to impregnate someone with her fingers. Aspen didn’t have the right assets for that either, she did, but for the sake of her own happiness and comfortability she created a body for herself that Vi and her loved and felt proud of. And Vi’s mind only drifted to the one thing that could, tucked away safely, far away in a clinic; if only…

“I saw the way you were looking at Leia, I know you were thinking about it. You want my babies, darling? Hmm? Would love to see you as a Mama to my kids. You want that, baby?”

“Mhm.” Vi moaned quietly, her hand pressing against the back of Aspen’s hoping it would bring her fingers in deeper, moaning a little louder when it did. Her other hand did its hardest to keep Aspen’s face close to hers, her fingers threading through the back of Aspen’s hair; she could feel the shaved hairs under her palm; it felt rough and tickled.

Aspen only laughed, her shoulders shaking slightly, before she slips her fingers out of Vi; her hands trailing across Vi’s hips, over her thighs, and pulling at the taut skin around Vi’s ass. “Hm. Whatever you want, darling. You’ll look hot as a Mama.” Aspen teased, lowering herself to her knees against the shower floor.

“What are you doing? Why did you stop?”

Aspen stopped midway from moving Vi’s legs apart; hooking her strong fingers under her knee to hike it over her shoulder, looking up at her with a hungry look. The dark gaze washed over her slitted eyes, almost like a shadow across her face. “I’m hungry.” She replied, slowly dragging her palms over Vi’s thighs, her eyes slitted into a determined stare. “You’re not going to let me eat?”

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Vi felt frustrated, she ignored the throbbing pain of her elbows digging into the wood of the dining table. She would’ve opted for biting her nails; but the pen prior to the one in between her fingers broke and leaked ink on her hands and nails, thus making the activity taste horrible.

The newspaper held the same jobs it did the week before; either they were quick cash, or something Vi wasn’t qualified for. It would have been a pleasant day; the heaping pile of clothes were washed and folded, the kitchen was filled with the pleasant smell of dinner and Aspen was bound to come home soon, but the doubt, and the sadness all came washing through when she came to the realisation that she does not have a job. She felt lazy, horrible and utterly useless.

Vi was contemplating ripping the darned newspaper and burning it, when Aspen thundered through the door, the rustle of coats, and the thuds of her boots can be heard before she saunters through to the kitchen.

“Hey, baby. Is that chicken pie? That smells good.” Aspen was loud as she walks around the kitchen to take a seat by the table. “How was your day? I was put in the toddlers’ room, and I feel really grateful that I usually work with the newborns- babe? What’s wrong?”

Vi didn’t realise that she hadn’t acknowledged Aspen at all, and in all her positivity, and excitement to come home and see Vi again, Aspen didn’t realise either.

“I-It’s no-” Vi stops talking to see Aspen looking at her; it wasn’t the usual lazy stare, and cocky smirk. Her eyebrows were drawn in, her eyes sharp as she looked at Vi with something akin to don’t lie to me. “I’m feeling frustrated cause I can’t look for a stupid job.”

“Baby, these things time-”

“No, b-but it’s been a year since I’ve gotten out! I should’ve gotten something by now-” Vi takes a deep breath through her nose, pressing her lips together as she looks to the side, she sneaks a glance at Aspen from the corner of her eyes. “I need to pay you back for-”

“No.”

“What?”

“I asked you to move in. Mainly cause I liked you a lot, b-but my intimate… uh desires aside, you just got out of jail and I had an extra room; even though after a week, you moved into my room, but that’s beside the point, I wanted to help you. I don’t mind providing for us both until you get a job. This is your home as well. I thought I made it clear enough for the last year.”

Home. Vi hadn’t gotten that in a long time, not before meeting Aspen, and when Aspen came through, cocky smirks and suggestive advances and all, Vi had gotten a home the minute Aspen had confessed about her desire to kiss Vi.

It was quiet for a moment before Aspen stands up from her seat, walking toward a kitchen cabinet and pulling out a small, thin injection from a box.

“You want to help my take my oestrogen, Bubblegum?”

“You’ve always done it, why do you need help now?” Still Vi stands up from her seat, following Aspen to their living room, kneeling by the sofa on the floor. Maybe it’s time to wash these cushions. Vi wipes down at the fabric on their pillow cushion, before her eyes travel to the rest before the sight of Aspen bending down to pull her trousers take place instead. 

“Maybe I just want an excuse to pull my trousers down in front of you.” Aspen teased, yelping when Vi takes the needle from her abruptly, and using her other hand swat Aspen on her ass. “You can’t hit me!”

“Stop being so naughty then.” Vi doesn’t say anything else, just makes sure the lid of the injection is thrown away in its familiar small yellow bin. She’s thankful the needle is pre-filled so all she had to do is wipe the targeted area, and pull up the skin on Aspen’s thigh, before gently piercing the skin with needle. “Does it hurt? Is it hurting?”

Aspen laughs a little, her fingers reaching up to pinch and pull gently on the red strands of Vi’s hair. “No, baby. I’m used to it.” Aspen pulls her trousers back up, her eyes following Vi’s form, as she throws away the last of the needle in the needle bin, behind her on the coffee table. Aspen couldn’t help run her fingers along Vi’s corded back, until they reached the back of her neck. “You look good down there.”

Vi turned back to look at Aspen, rolling her eyes fondly. “You always say that.” Vi couldn’t keep her gaze off of Aspen; the way her arms seemed to look larger at this angle; perched lazily on her knees, or the way Vi could settle herself in between the crazy, crazy mass of muscle on Aspen’s thighs.

“You’re always kneeling in front of me. What’s up with that?” Aspen leans forward, her nose nearly brushing against Vi’s cheek. Aspen curls a finger around a strand of Vi’s hair, twirling it around her fingers before they find themselves holding firmly onto her chin, keeping Vi’s eyes on her. Aspen’s eyes drop to Vi’s mouth, before she reaches down to press her lips to Vi’s. “You need to stop distracting me.” Aspen can’t help but keep Vi’s chin firmly in her hands, pressing one kiss after the other to Vi’s mouth eagerly.

“I’m not-” Vi laughs, her hands resting on Aspen’s thighs; Vi tries to pry her chin our of Aspen’s fingers, but fails miserably when Aspen’s determined kisses find their way to Vi’s fae again.

Aspen doesn’t let her finish, eagerly pressing another kiss to her mouth. “Stop kissing me. We won’t be able to stop.”

Vi laughs, pulling herself away from Aspen’s hand. “You’re kissing me.”

Vi ended up on Aspen’s lap, lazily moulding their mouths together. Aspen hums into Vi’s mouth, her fingers digging into the flesh of Vi’s rear. Aspen pulls back, taking a much-needed breath before smirking up at Vi. “I love your bubble butt.”  

Vi tuts, letting her hand fall harshly against Aspen’s shoulder. “Stop talking about my ass.”

Aspen laughs, reaching up to press a kiss against Vi’s chin. “Sorry. Don’t know how.” Aspen looks around the living room, her eyebrows drawing in slightly before she looks back to the kitchen. “Baby I think your chicken pie is burn-”

“Shit! My fucking pie! I used that expensive Piltover spice!” Aspen could only laugh, letting Vi clamber out of her lap to run to the oven, hastily pulling out their dinner. Vi looks down at it, pointing a finger at Aspen when she opens her mouth. “We are not ordering takeout.”

“What do I bring? I have no money to buy them anything. Do they know I’m unemployed? Will that hideous cat statue be enough? Oh G- I should have bought something before, then I wouldn’t be stressing 20 minutes before.”  

Aspen could only laugh in amusement at Vi’s sheer nervousness, and be a little hurt at her opinion on the cat statue Aspen made when she was 10. “You said you liked my statue.”

Vi stops her panicked stride, as she looks up at Aspen with a sheepish look. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Aspen gives Vi a deadpan look, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re hurting my feelings now.” Aspen’s eyes follow Vi as she walks closer, not being able to help keep her tough exterior when Vi falls into her chest. 

“Aw, is my big, bad girlfriend hurt?” Vi coos playfully, reaching up to pinch Aspen’s cheeks.

Aspen pouts, leaning her face into Vi’s hands. “Yeah. I want you to hug me.” Smiling brightly, when Vi obliges, pressing her nose into her hair and holding her closely to her chest.

“No, but seriously. What do I get your parents? I wanna make a good impression.”

“Nothing. They like you already.”

“How? I haven’t met them yet.”

“You should know by now that I have a very big mouth, Bubblegum.”

“Of course, you do. I’m victim of that 24/7.”

Aspen rolls her eyes playfully. “Pfft, please. You like my mouth.” 

“Sometimes. We gotta go, or we’ll be late. I don’t want to be late to meeting your parents for the first time. That’s a bad first impression.” Vi walks to the entryway, pulling on her shoes. When she sees Aspen just standing there, staring at Vi with an entranced smile, Vi could only usher Aspen forward with her hand. “You’re staring again. Hurry up.”

Aspen laughed, following suit; slipping her feet in her shoes, following Vi out through their front door. Aspen stands back, hands lazily in her jacket pockets as her eyes slide down to Vi’s ass, as she locks the door.

“Stop looking at my bum.”

“I told you; I like it.” Aspen says, her hand already slipping out of her pocket, to wrap an arm around Vi’s waist. “Really like your bum.”

Vi rolls her eyes, her own hands slipping in her pockets, as she keeps her head low; Aspen’s hoodie kept her warm against the cold wind, and the hood was big enough to cover her face. Even though she was technically safe; old habits die hard, and the horrid memories from Stillwater sometimes made her think she was still there.

“Your posture is horrible. No wonder you have neck pains.” Vi could only splutter when she feels Aspen’s hand on her chest and shoulder blade, trying to straighten her out. Aspen’s bewildered at the grunt Vi gives in response, as she lets her head hang and shoulders hunch again. “Aw, my cute, little emo girlfriend.” Aspen coos playfully, reaching over to grab Vi’s face, squishing her cheeks and pressing a loud kiss to her mouth.

As much as Vi tried to keep a strong front, she instantly melted at the affections from Aspen. “I’m worried your parents won’t like me.”

“Why wouldn’t they like you?”

“We- I’m an ex-convict-”

“They’re very open minded.”

“I have tattoos. I-I have a face tattoo!”

“You’re talking as though they don’t have a brown, lesbian, trans masc rugby player with tattoos and piercings as a daughter.” Aspen tightens her hold on Vi, rubbing her arm. “You’ll be fine.”

“Could you at least give me some heads up? You know, what they are like.”

“My dad laughs a lot, he will try to feed you, he’s very loud, laughs at his own jokes-”

“So, like you?” Vi teased, reaching up on her tip toes to nudge her nose against Aspen’s chin.

Aspen laughs, rolling her eyes. “Very funny. My mum is more quiet, reserved. She’s very etiquette crazy, she’s very motherly, and well- she can’t keep her mouth shut either.”

“Now I know where you get it from.”

Unfortunately for Vi’s nerves, they reach Aspen’s parent’s house a lot quicker, and much to Vi’s disappointment, Aspen didn’t bother knocking; pulling Vi through the door. “Mama! Papa! We’re here!”

Vi looks up from taking her shoes off to see what she assumes is Aspen’s parents. They were both short, just barely reaching Aspen’s shoulder. Vi is drawn to Aspen’s father first; he was chubby with monolid eyes that matched with Aspen’s. He was already laughing, petting Aspen’s face gently as he smiles widely at her; Vi was worried his dastar would fall off his head.

“You must be Vi. It is wonderful to meet you. I am Aspen’s mother; but you can call me Amani. This is my husband, Abani.” Vi could instantly tell that Amani was more quiet, the type to choose not to speak.

“It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Welcome, Vi! I hope you haven’t eaten earlier, puthar. My Amani and I have cooked enough for four armies.” Vi didn’t have time to respond to that comment, before Abani laughs a little at his joke, guiding Vi through their home.

It was a pleasant sight to see Ashni, perched on the couch; with little Leia settled on her lap. Ashni looked up from Leia, smiling at Aspen and Vi. She stands up, keeping Leia settled in the crook of her arm as she leans into hug Aspen, laughing when Aspen takes Leia with a raspberry blown to her belly.

Ashni give a quick hug to Vi, one that Vi eagerly reciprocates. “Aspen told me you were nervous.” Ashni whispers quietly; her eyes travelling along Aspen, who’s tickling Leia, and to her parents; who have settled themselves in the kitchen; preparing the last of dinner.

“I was. I feel a bit better now that I’m here. Knowing you already makes it easier.”

Ashni smiles reassuringly at Vi, placing a hand on Vi’s arm. “My parents are really fun to be around.”

Aspen soon walks over to Vi, reaching down to place Leia in her lap without warning, she turns to walk out of the room without another word before Ashni stops. “Where are you running off to?”

“I need to pee! I’ll be quick.”

Vi looks back at Aspen, before her attention to Leia. She’s gotten a little bigger the last time she saw her; she looks a lot less like an old man, and more like a cute little baby.

“Are you okay to stay with Leia while I help out in the kitchen?”

Vi nods and smiles. “Mhm. Gives me time to recharge a little.”

Vi doesn’t realise that Aspen has come back until she feels a kiss on her head, and a heavy hand on her back. “They’re all in the kitchen?” Vi just nods, her finger gently poking Leia’s small nose.

Aspen leaned against the back of the sofa, staring intently at Vi, her eyes softening to a degree. She always liked looking at Vi; they way her lips puckered into a pout subconsciously, the way the skin on her bridge rippled when she glared, or the beautiful, beautiful way her large grey eyes gazed up at her with the softest stare. But the way her body melted; the way her muscles softened every time she held Leia was something that made Aspen thank the stars that she was alive to witness it. Aspen wasn’t ashamed to think what it would feel like if their house was filled by one more person, one more tiny person, maybe one that looked a beautiful mix of them both.

“I can’t wait to marry to you.” Aspen didn’t think she said that out loud, she at least thought she said it where only she could hear it, until Aspen’s cheeks heated up at the realisation that Vi did hear and gave an answer of her own.

“I want a nice ring, okay? Maybe one that matches my hair.”

Aspen smiled, her eyes running over every inch of Vi, her unruly red hair, that crooked nose hoop in her nostril, the indents of the small scars littered on her face and she smiled, so wide; maybe her face wasn’t her own anymore. Till death do us part, my love. “Okay.” 

[oletus-writer]

Hi! I was the one that requested the cursed! S/o :333

Can I request Luca NSFW hcs with the same cursed! S/o (plot twist, s/o is an absolute service top and Luca doms him ehehe)

(I'm just hungry for power bottom Luca okay don't judge me (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠))

Hehe no judgement here - you and I share the same opinion.

Cursed s/o with power bottom Luca

Warnings: nsfw, monsterfucking

Luca’s not going to be opposed to having sex with you simply because you’re cursed, and would shyly bring it up when the two of you are comfortable enough with each other.

He’ll worship the shit out of your monster cock, running his lips along your shaft and whisper words of praise, squeeze your balls slightly while bobbing his head, taking as much of you as he can. Power bottom he is, but wants to make sure you feel comfortable in your cursed form before doing anything you might regret.

Luca is also a brat - he enjoys defying you, but the best thing about being a brat is how you tame him: manhandle him onto the bed, and make him forget his name. You’re the only constant, the only thing he knows.

Now imagine his excitement when he sees you cursed form; the first thought was, ‘how does that work?’ and the second was, ‘I could take that.’

He’s going to be a real bitch about it, though, moaning about how big your dick is, telling you to go faster, harder, and of course, you oblige, making his head reel with how much pleasure he’s getting.