#a HUGE positive. from my angle.

[multicarinata]

podcast update: I'm nearly done with it which is so scary. hoping that marn's flagrant violation of shut the fuck up friday means that roseroot and everyone inside it has already been burned to ashes

[todayisafridaynight]

This might not be anything, but while writing about your fics, the way you have the characters' mannerisms down PERFECTLY got me thinking about mirroring...

There's a lot of it in 7 (Horii is a directorial genius etc etc), most of it more intentional than these probably are, but there's something so interesting about mirroring that takes the tone of a (relatively) fond memory, a familiar gesture, and inverts it in the way shown here.

OH I'M GLAD YOU'VE NOTICED THESE TOO I think I mentioned it months back (or I drafted a post 'bout it but didn't think it was anything noteworthy) but I always really did like how the Arakawa Family mimicked each other's mannerisms (also circling back to how Jo and Masato calling Ichiban 'Ichi' presumably after picking it up from Arakawa)!

Aoki actually does the same sitting gesture too! I went back to double check and skim through the rest of the game's cutscenes, and as far as I could tell unless I skipped a scene, it really is only these three that do this specific pose:

It's such a small detail but I love it immensely and it really does highlight their connections with each other and it drives me insane

[lesbian-kyoru]

loved your analysis about arata but about his interactions with taichi i think there time he /is/ being mean or petty on purpose. i dislike a lot when people try to paint him as someone actively evil and trying to make taichi's life hell blabla or when they don't acknowledge taichi does take everything too personally sometimes because of his own insecureness but like... arata can be petty and shady as hell at times with taichi too. they kinda bring this 'bad side' out of eachother but i honestly love this about their dynamic as well. and those feelings doesn't make any of them bad or evil. i just feel frustrated it always have to be one or another.

also it's funny how they have to fight inner demons and jealousy (not necessarily about chihaya) and chihaya is kinda clueless and just vibing (fighting different inner demons)

i feel pretty similarly as someone whose two favorite characters are arata and taichi! most analysis i've come across unfortunately tends to skew heavily against one of the boys, which isn't surprising for a LT manga but is a shame since it usually does a huge disservice to both of their fantastic character arcs. in my experience, especially in the past few years, i see way more like. willful misinterpretation of arata's character than taichi's which is why i spend less time defending taichi—i do dearly love both characters and their relationship for all the messiness that both of them bring to it lmao.

i definitely agree that arata has his petty moments which i do love, because frankly he is so funny when he's mean kdfj;lahdf. it's so against his kindhearted nature (which isn't so different from taichi!) and causes him a lot of turmoil, which really adds greater complexity to his character, especially to his relationship with taichi. as an aside, i think an interesting contrast between them is imo taichi is much more consistently self-aware of his negative feelings toward arata than vice versa, which is why taichi spends so much time agonizing over it—as opposed to arata only realizing it in key moments, like yoshino and the challenger matches, and THEN beating himself up over it because it suddenly creeps into his overwhelming fond feelings about taichi as a friend (which clashes with his slow recognition of taichi as a rival, but that's another discussion).

with my prior post i was mostly trying to highlight that, while arata has moments of lashing out or being mean to taichi (+ my exploration of how a lot of those moments stem from trauma and his insecurities, like taichi—basically an argument that arata like everyone else is shaped by his experiences and has reasons that he's cold, unfriendly, mean), there are other moments where i genuinely don't think he has petty intentions. like, the "chihaya doesn't belong to anyone" moment? definitely petty. but when he tells taichi "i thought you already would be in class A by now" and then tells him to give chihaya his phone number? to me that scene genuinely reads as arata being super socially awkward and not realizing that he's hitting all of taichi's insecurities within the span of 30 seconds l;adkhf;alsdkhfh;a. and to me that's an interesting distinction and super compelling because of how it impacts taichi without necessarily being intentional, an example of how the true mutual affection between arata and taichi is constantly frayed by their individual baggage. and it's gonna come down to reader interpretation, but i do notice that 99% of the time arata's intentions are taken with the most negative possible reading possible, so it was my hope to add another reading of his actions that, as you said, is not assuming he's just actively evil lol. also, a lot of why i read those scenes as not always actively malicious is due to how warmly he does act toward taichi in surrounding scenes (the blushing, the smiling when he sees him, wanting to see taichi as much as chihaya, the awkward "you're supposed to high-five, right?" and other socially awkward behaviors etc etc).

tl;dr you're not wrong that they bring out the worst in each other, or rather i think they bring out a very real, raw version of the other and see each other for what they are—and being able to fully appreciate their relationship requires an ability to view both of their characters without idealization, both of them having flaws and moments where they act badly to each other. it's clear that despite all their issues and how they mutually embody each other's worst insecurities, they very deeply love and care about each other, even if that bond is complicated. love them forever

[satorena]

✧.* BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !?

featuring. g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, g. suguru, k. choso

warnings. explicit content, foul language, lots of unrealistic expectations (note. title itself), overstimulation (m+f), dickdrunk!reader, dumbification, usage of toys, squirting, spanking, very light spit play, anal, 69 position, breeding kink, unprotected sex, toji’s kinda mean and choso can’t tell the difference between pussy and an asshole. if i forgot anything else my bad !

rena’s note. BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !!! LIKE A G !!!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“fuh—fuck, oh shit, hah fuck— ‘ts so fuckin’ good!”

you bounced up and down his cock, surface of your palms pressed at the planes of his chest. you enveloped his length entirely, every single inch, in your pulsating pussy, driving the both of you to madness.

it’d been hours, and for whatever was in the air tonight, you both fucked like wild animals. your thighs burned from over-exhaustion, but you were relentless. you were desperate for another orgasm, the slide up and down his inches effortless due to your juices soaking his thighs and his cum from having nutted inside you multiple times prior.

gojo’s firm hands grabbed at your ass, fingers gripping tightly into your soft flesh, grounding you in position so you wouldn’t run. as if you would anyway, tongue lolled out and drool leaking from your rosy tongue and dribbling down his bottom lip.

“that’s it,” he encourages you, a faint smirk at his lips as he guides you down his length. the fucked out look on your face, your dazed eyes crossing to the centre of your face serves a huge ego boost. “my pretty girl—fuckin’ ride this dick baby, ‘s all yours—mmh,”

the sinful sound of your pussy squelching, folds latching at the tip of his dick before ramming yourself down, the lustful melody of your skin slapping against him in addition to the firm spanks of encouragement on your ass, with your high pitched mewls and squealing sounded like divine music to gojo’s ears.

you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding down, went back to bouncing up and down, made circles and figure eight shapes on his length, mindlessly dragging your hips wherever felt fit. you were so far past a point of euphoria you weren’t even sure if liquids could come out of you for the rest of the night.

“eyes here princess,” gojo brings a hand to cup your jaw, forcing your head back down to face him. “pretty pussy’s griping me so tight—fuck,”

your sweaty foreheads press together, and you clock that he knew you were on the brink of yet again another orgasm. cerulean orbs peered deeply into yours, his hips jerking up and meeting your bounces, aiming to bring you to that high as quickly as he can.

“sa—satoru!” you find is the only thing that comes up in your mushed out brain, the new angle of the position having his dick puncture your cervix. you felt so fucking full of him, so drunk on the pleasure that you failed to notice the coiling in your stomach snapping.

he squeezes at your ass cheeks as hard as he can, the painful pleasure obliging you to sit and take his ramming. he fucks into you with intensity, each drag of his cock at your walls sending you into a temporary state of immobility. your muscles tense as you feel yourself wash with yet again another white-blinding orgasm.

your jaw drops and your eyes roll back, throat exhausted while nothing yet everything is said. satoru pumps his creamy cum back into your womb, praising you for taking him in so well, for having a perfect pussy that’ll surely carry his children, all snug and warm for him.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy—mine, all mine, gonna fuck her full of my nut and have you carrying my babies, yeah? ‘s what you want, isn’t it? atta. fuckin’. girl.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

“whew, would’ya look at that?” toji whistles, barking out a chuckle as he slows his pace, watching your uncontrollably clenching pussy squirt out your juices like a leaking faucet.

the pressure of your squirting is fucking intense, it has your entire body shaking, thighs quaked and the arch that was once on your back rounded. toji can’t help but laugh as tears stream down your damp cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.

“daddyyy—fuck!” your nails claw at the damp sheets on the bed, letting your nth orgasm rake throughout your body.

you feel a firm blow at your ass cheeks, the sound echoing in the room and you whine loudly at the stinging pleasure. you feel two big hands grab at your hips, stabilizing your limp body before a hand rises up and pushes your back into that curve.

“nah uh doll,” toji tuts, hips angling at a new position, one that draws a broken mewl from your sore throat. he picks his pace back up, never fully bottoming out, though you wouldn’t even notice with how many inches he packed.

“what’d i tell you?” he reminds you, and you’re too fucked out to answer him as you mumble his name over and over, helplessly taking the stretch of his dick at your gaping cunt.

he slaps your ass harshly again and you cry, fingernails scratching and clawing at the silk material beneath you. your scalp soon stings as he grabs a handful and effortlessly brings you upper body up to meet him.

“answer me when i ask you somethin’ baby,” toji frowns, hot breath fanning the shell of your ear, sending chills of nerves down your spine. “basic fuckin’ manners.”

“suh—sorry, ‘m sorry toji!” you apologize feverishly, and moan in satisfaction when his tongue laps up your drool and tears streaking your ruined yet pretty face.

“tsk, should have you do the work yourself,” toji teases you, releasing the deathly grip on your hair, causing your limp body to flop back to the mattress. as if proof to avoid calling his bluff, he releases his hold on you, opting to cross his arms above his head instead.

“n-no! toji, no, please, said i was sorry—‘m so fucking sorry!” you whine and ramble when you feel the lack of contact on your body, and your gaping cunt suddenly emptying.

you slither your hand between your thighs, grabbing at his girthy cock, pumping it a few times before slipping it with ease back into your welcoming warmth. you moan wantonly, clawing at your sheets as you fuck yourself on his dick, pushing yourself back and forth.

“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he comments with a chuckle, spitting a glob of saliva down to your cunt, watching it dissipate into the creamy pearly veil of your essence around the base of his shaft.

he collects your slick with his thumb, before slipping his fingertip into your puckering hole, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion.

“trappin’ me inside—shit, want me to fuck you full of my cum, yeah? leave you swollen and leakin’, dontcha, pretty baby?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎.

“‘s too much ken—no more, hah, no more kento!”

you whined and begged, fists clenching as your muscles tensed, back arching off the mattress and toes curling while digging your heel at his shoulder blades. the sound of buzzing filled your hearing, the toy vibrating against your swollen clit ruthlessly while nanami fucked your cunt open with two thick fingers.

“mmh, safe word princess, or else i can’t hear you.” he reminds you, the words ghosting off his lips and sinking into your supple flesh, his lips trailing soft and gentle kisses at your inner thighs.

here he was, giving you an out, and despite claiming enough was enough, you didn’t want it to end just there. with your senses heightened, both your sight and touch restrained, the pleasure emitting from in between your thighs buzzed blissfully and tenfolds through your nervous system.

you released the clench of your hands and opted to scratch at the wood of the headboard you were tied to, projecting your want to touch your boyfriend through the clawing.

“i can keep—hnng—going!” you tell him, legs closing in on the sides of his head. you hear him tut disapprovingly, and you immediately fault your mistake, forcing your legs back open.

“there’s my good girl,” his honeyed voice rings through your ear drums, and it admittedly has you dripping even more on his fingers that curled at your insides. “just need one more from you—can you do that for me?”

you nod your head, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, “mmh, yes—yes i can kento!” you can feel your blood circulation cutting off at the areas were you’re bind, the shortage of blood messing with your already weak body.

the toy playing at your bundle of nerves is painful, having overstepped the boundary of comfortableness and stepping into a new territory of foreign, and you had failed to notice when nanami added in a third finger. you were sure with how much you came just on his hands alone, his watch was drenched in your juices.

those big fingers fuck you open, knuckles pressing into your spongy walls and triggering all sorts of pleasurable feelings throughout you, your stomach tightening into a familiar hot feeling, and you know you’re close again.

“kento, baby i—‘m gonna—fuckkk!” you want to card your fingers through his soft hair, tug and pull and release your pleasure onto his scalp.

“let go for me sweetheart, wanna taste your sweet essence,” nanami swaps the toy for his tongue and flicks at your clit. you feel the dam in your gut release at the sudden warmth exhibiting, and you spray him in pathetic squirts of your juices.

your body trembles as it contracts and gives nanami everything you have left to offer. you squeeze his head in your thighs, moaning wildly as his pace with his fingers never falters, urging you to stay in the state of euphoria a bit longer.

he swaps his tongue out for the toy again, and you wail out a broken cry, body at its limit, still stuck between coming down from your orgasm and greedily wanting another one.

he strokes your slit, collecting all your essence as he licks his lips eagerly.

“good job princess. taste so heavenly, i’ve never had anything like it before. i’ve gotta have another sip, will you let me have another taste, my love?”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

“c’mon, focus sweetheart. do that f’me, yeah?”

you nod your head, mouth too full of dick as you opt to bob up and down. your jaw aches, feeling as though it’s being ripped apart. you force your aching wrist to work up and down geto’s cock, stimulating what you fail to get down your throat.

it would’ve been a simple task for you to focus on, had suguru not been feasting on your pussy like a starved man. he spreads your folds open, tonguing at your insides as if he dug for gold, grabbing both your cheeks in his big hands and spreading you open. he never half assed anything, much less pussy eating.

his skin was soaked in your squirt, orgasms came rolling in and out of you as did the occasional pumps of two fingers into your cunt while he ate you out. you would moan in pleasurable pain, the sounds vibrating on his shaft, which would induce him to moan into you, causing you to moan back on him, the cycle this repeating.

you were greedy—you could complain about how it was too much all you wanted, at the end of the day, you would pause on his cock to grind your hips back and forth on his face, the slip from your slick on his cheeks and nose making the grinding easier.

his nose would bump into your clit and you’d shiver from head to toe, the oversensitivity catching up to you. the free hand at your ass cheek would graze at your puckering hole but never dared to slip inside. all these mixes of stimulations had your eyes crossing, mouth gaping wide which made fucking your throat much easier for geto.

“sweetest cunt i’ve ever had,” he groans in between your thighs, bringing his hand to spank at your wet folds, and your arch your back at the stinging pleasure, your toes curling as your body shook.

the slap at your pussy made flicks of your juices land on his face, and so he landed a few more blows while simultaneously jerking his hips up into your mouth, forcing you down on his cock.

it was all too much— it hurt so good, the strikes at your cunt, his tongue lapping your liquids as he scissored your insides for additional pleasure. how was he expecting you to get him to finish for a second time when he was driving you to the brink of yet again another countless orgasm?

“wanna soak in your juices mama,” he speaks, mouth full of cunt, but you still grasp the message. you subconsciously push your hips back into his face, wanting to abide to his request.

“‘m so fuckin thirsty—don’t you dare be selfish with me. cum in my mouth. be the good girl i know you are and share yourself with me—need it, pretty girl.”

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎.

“y’feel so good, fuck—sucking me in, oh shit baby, never wanna stop fucking you! please, need your pussy always!”

he’d finally gotten a feel of sex for the first time, and he was already hooked. his locks matted to his forehead from sweat trickling down his nose and plopping down onto you.

“wait—slow d-down cho’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping and marking the pale skin. you felt your body recoil entirely with each sharp thrust he pounded into your worn out pussy, dragging each and every inch of his length in and out.

your knees were bent at your ears, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, marking the skin red from the brash contact. the springs from your bed resonated loudly in the room, as did the creaking of your headboard, but nothing topped choso’s loud whimpers.

he’s too lost in his own pleasure, he starts to mistaken to stinging and achy feeling in his gut and loins for a sign to keep going, “never wanna stop—shittt, need to fuck this pretty pussy every. fucking. day.”

you’ve given up on convincing him otherwise, focusing instead on the rise and fall of his hips digging into yours, stretching your pussy open to fit him inside. you creamed around his dick, your essence resting at the hairs on his pubic area, giving him easy access to slide in and out of you.

his arms wrapped around you tightly, refusing to let you out of his grip, one arm beneath your back and holding you from there and the other wrapping around your shoulders. you were stuck in his embrace, bodies moulding into one as you were split open by a fucked out first timer.

in his excitement, he slips out and wastes no time to grab his base and shove it back into a warm tightness, failing to acknowledge your sudden gasp. his mind is clouded with sex, and if he didn’t know better, you were suddenly much fucking tighter, and shit that drove him on edge.

your arms tighten behind his back as you adapt to the sudden intrusion from an area you hadn’t yet explored. “cho—baby wait—mmhm, fuck, that’s my—!”

“‘m gonna cum—fuck y/n, tell me you’re close too. shit, need to fill you up with my cum, please!” the man seals his lips onto yours, panting and begging for this next orgasm, shifting all of his body weight into the hole that keeps greedily latching onto him.

your eyes water as they stream tears down your cheeks. it’s a new and painful sensation, but simultaneously a pleasurable one, and your body granted you the opportunity of yet again another orgasm from the different stimulation. “hah—gonna cum!—make me cum, choso!”

you spray yourself all over, your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing as your ass gets rammed into and fucked like a pro. choso groans and whines against your lips, brows furrowed at the centre of his forehead as he empties himself into your warmth.

“fuck yes—take it all baby, ‘s all yours—need you to milk me and take it all in—your pussy’s the best, i swear to everythin’, shit!”

i am SO tired.

[plutosoda]

how i make character models* in paint3d

*they are not models. you cannot rig them. but for simplicity i will call them this. also this guy is the example ⬇️

so. paint3d is very jank and not actually that good But it is fun to mess around with and for getting that early 2000s computer game effect for things. this program crashes and lags a lot especially when making more detailed stuff like this so. throughout this Please save your project periodically. I have lost so much to not doing this

if your computer isn't that great it's best to keep the quality setting at it's lowest. these models aren't really that detailed so it doesn't make a huge difference anyways LOL

when you open p3d you start with a blank 2d canvas. if you've Never used the program before i recommend fucking around with 3d view + making 3d shapes for a bit. make a Thing. like just some random object. it does not have to be good it's just to get used to how the controls work (because it is different between my mouse and drawing tablet and im not going into that here LOL). the biggest positive about p3d is how user intuitive it is compared to.yknow. blender when you're done with the Thing and u want to start with your character go back to the 2d canvas/2d view for sketching time

you could probably do this in another program but. i find it easier to just do it here. i keep these pretty simple and try to keep depth in mind

then go to canvas and make the background transparent. and then switch to 3d view to start making the base for the model on top of the sketch

at this point i don't use the 3d doodle shapes yet because they are finnicky as hell. the preset ones are a bit easier to control and move around so they're nicer for the planning part. what shapes you use depends on your character but my guy here is very circles and round so its just a sphere and some cylinders

make sure you're in 3d view and checking the pose from every angle ! if ur guy looks like a roblox avatar without the assets loaded fully then that is ideal. once you're happy with the pose it's Sculpting Time

where you choose to start is up to you but i usually get the head out of the way bc it tends to be the most complicated thing.

this is my best friend forever. the sharp edge is helpful for stuff like metal and whatnot though so i use them both.

for stuff like hair and fur i find its easier to make a bunch of small shapes and then connect them instead of trying to do it all in one go

^better examples with fluffier guys

this part is pretty much just personal preference for how you want your model to look though. just keep adding Stuff until it looks alright. also reminder to be saving your work bc this is when it gets really annoying if p3d crashes

finished head. jus keep addin stuff. copy and paste is a godsend btw.

puffier jacket. also connecting the limbs. just keep addin stuff.

these take a few hours .finished limbs. pretend the backpack is there i forgot to get a progress shot of it

now it is time for the objectively best part which is painting the guy. switch back to the 2d brush but stay in 3d view and start Coloring . i only really use the watercolor brush for shading/gradients and the marker one for lines but this part is also personal preference.

watercolor brush for the blue gradient and marker for the face .

i would Not do this in 2d art but i like adding a white gradient to pastel colors like with the hair here. it compliments the soft shapes well i think. to quote a friend it Looks Gummy

my silly highlights.

almost done with the creature. also mentioning that there are different textures for objects that you can change when picking their base color. the zipper is metal so it gets to be shinier.

theres also different lighting/filters to mess around with + you can doodle on the transparent canvas still.

save ur guy as a image and/or a turnaround gif/video/whatevar u want . and thas it! you can also mess with the model more for different poses and expressions (although this is super laggy bc it has to render a bunch of shapes at this point)

go make some CREACHURES !!

[merakidoll]

welcome to the first of many - mirah’s unlike pairs series! first up, rockstar boyfriend’s geto and eren

you had a thing for long dark haired, toxic rockstars - obviously.

“m’there baby just a little more; yea?” you couldn’t reply to the sexy man even if you wanted to. the backstage room was filled with smoke, blut after blut, the high coming to you even though you weren’t even smoking. your cheeks were pressed hard against geto’s leather pants that caught the dark colored mascara tears. his would often rub your hot skin, big pretty eyes looking up at him; while your moans of pleasure filled the space.

“don’t go to hard on my baby, she didn’t mean it jerk” he would remind eren while bringing the thick blut to his lip taking a huge puff. “you’re too soft - m’pretty pussy - fuck!” eren got distracted at your clenching, and cream rings that formed around his cock slapping your pretty brown ass hard, then grabbing ahold of the white bunched up skirt. “too soft, pussy s’good she knows what she’s doing” your stocking stuffed heels clicked together as eren started to fuck you harder. the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting that specific spot in your gummy walls that made you cum yet again.

geto shook his head, a smirk on his lips from secretly agreeing with his bandmate. he took a long inhale, looking into eren’s big green eyes. “hmm” he leaned forward, making sure your head was still comfortable as he gripped his chin blowing the smoke into his mouth and ending it off with a rough tongue kiss. you couldn’t help but shut your eyes tightly, moaning so loud. your pussy was deliciously sore, mind clouded and dumb so happy to be feeling so good and be with your men; and the sight of the kiss wasn’t making it better. your lips were wet along with geto’s pants, slob from your not being able to control yourself falling all over him - be he didn’t mind because he was the good cop out of the two.

“yess” eren threw his head back, geto’s cock jerked underneath your cheek, cock growing more and more with each orgasm eren gave you passed. he watched his boyfriends abs flex as he grabbed your love handles and pushed you back against him harder chasing his high. with low eyes geto watched it all. how your eyes rolled to the back of your head, eren going deeper into you when he angled himself. the squirt that flew from between your both making yet another mess. he wanted so badly to clean with his tongue, but that thought would stay between him and his mind.

how eren’s greens eyes grew darker, his own cream stuffing your hole, watching how it dripped out of you and onto the dingy couch that was in the backstage of the set that had just - well hours ago; performed on. the second he pulled out, your fell into a deep cocoon of sleep that you drifted off to with lots of praise from both men. when your were rested on the other couch that was much smaller, eren lit his own blunt taking short strides to the man who hadn’t changed position. he stood in front of him, a semi hard dick and a blut slowly bringing it to the others lips groaning when he began to clean up the mess you made.

[dark-moonlust]

Midnight Passion

Pairing: werewolf x f!human reader

Summary: you wake up in the middle of the night to the steady press of your werewolf’s cock against your pussy.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, werewolf huge🍆, breasts/nipple stimulation, p in v sex, lots of 💦, cοckwarming.

It was during the quiet darkness of the night when you stirred, incredible warmth pooling in your belly. You also felt something hard and pulsing prodding at your pussy. Blinking lazily you realized your werewolf boyfriend was spooning you from behind, his hard cock nestled between your wet pussy, rubbing over your slick entrance. You heard the wet squelch each time he rubbed back and forth and your own unbidden moans.

You leaned back against him, thankful for your habit of always sleeping naked together.

“Did I awaken you, mate?” he grumbled in your ear, his muzzle causing you to shiver.

You smiled sheepishly. “Only pleasantly awakened, my ever horny werewolf.”

Chuckling, he cupped your plump breasts, his fingers flicking your nipples, careful of his claws. You burrowed into him and wiggled your waist, moaning as the head of his shaft rubbed your clit. Groaning from deep within his chest, he bend his head, his long textured tongue licking around one nipple. He suckled audibly then alternated to the other. You whimpered and thrust your chest to him, offering your tits to him without shame.

“Hmm… someone’s sensitive.”

"Mm… hmnnm." You sucked in a breath and snaked your hand down, cupping his rigid cock. His cock was massively perfect, a stunning monster shaft that stood at full mast. His dick was thick and engorged— your hand couldn’t wrap around it. It was also surrounded by pleasurable ridges and a knot that swelled once he released his seed.

“N-need your pussy…" he drawled in pain, pumping his cock in your palm. “Need your warm cunt wrapped around my cock. Let me in, love, hm?“

Sleep completely forgotten, you clutched his cock in your palm and guided him inside. The slide was slow and blissful. You felt every inch of him invade you and bury so deep inside you that he stole your breath away. When he filled you to the hilt, you both let out a harsh moan. He pulsed wildly and lifted your legs slightly to open you up, while pumping his hips.

The bed squeaked as he claimed you, his massive framed curled behind you, so much bigger than your own. You were so wet that his cock slid in and out of you without issue, wet squelches echoing as he fucked you and owned your pussy. You rocked against him while he licked and pinched your nipples, driving you higher and higher.

When he started rubbing your clit, you thrashed and let out the sweetest whimpers. You dug your nails into his furry forearms while he breathed hotly against your ear, whispering sweet little love words and begging you to cum and squeeze his cock. You gyrated your waist, angling his cock just as you both liked and floated higher and higher until—

Pleasure claimed you, violently and utterly. You shut your eyes tightly and came, thrashing as your insides fluttered around his thrusting cock. Your werewolf didn’t stop fucking you and lightly toyed with your clit. His cock slammed in and out of you in steady powerful thrusts, your breasts heaving against his tongue.

When you rode the waves of your climax, you smiled against him and pressed a gentle nudge against his chest. He didn’t move an inch—he was thrice your size and as solid as a rock, but your nudge was enough to convey your message: you wanted to change positions. More than eager, he lay back, his hard cock sliding out of you with an obscene wet sound.

Without hesitation, you straddled his thick hairy thighs, your palms caressing his broad chest while his cock pulsed against your belly. “My turn now, big boy.”

He smiled and slapped your perky ass. “Take what you need, my lady."

Without hesitation, you lifted yourself and sat down on his cock. The thick head spread your folds and surged up inside you. A gasp escape your lips at the depth and stretch of his invasion. He was so deep, deeper than before and as you began to ride him, you could see the shape of his dick making your belly swell. Still, you took him in fully, your incredible wetness making the glide effortless.

Settling his feet on the mattress, he fucked up into you, causing your whole frame to bounce. His hands roamed your body, cupping your shoulders, your tits and round ass. His thrusts turned frantic and more urgent than before. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the bedroom, mixed with your raw, unrestrained moans. His growls made your shiver and drove you wild.

The connection between you was electric, every touch, every thrust, fueling the fire inside you.

“Gods, there is no better feeling in the whole world than this,” he panted, pounding up inside you. “You. Only you.”

“Oh, yessss…” you clutched him, sensitive and on the verge of another orgasm. “Gonna… ahn… gonna—”

“Now. Cum now, little mate.”

You responded with breathless little moans, your muscles flexing as a second climax exploded within you, waves of pleasure traveling all over your body. You went wild and buckled against him but he continued to pound into you until he found his own release. Burying himself to the hilt, he swell within you, his cock pumping load after load of wolf cum. Menacing growls echoed in the room as he spilled inside you, his knot plugging you up, locking you together. He filled you to bursting and you could do nothing but take it and collapse on his strong chest.

It was minutes later when he stopped cumming. You had climaxed again with little aftershocks that still rippled through your body. Lying atop his muscular frame, his cock still a part of you, you played with his hairy chest and nestled against him. You were a mess, spent, pleasured and sleepy. And you couldn’t be more happy. With a sigh, you heard the steady beating of his heart and soon, you drifted into sleep.

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“Kuna, p-please slow down!”

You had your face buried in the pillow, your ass in the air as the king of curses thrusted into you steadily. You could feel every inch of him sliding along your sensitive walls. It felt super intense from the angle.

Sukuna scoffed at your pathetic whines.

“Calm down, woman. I’m going slow enough as it is.”

He grabbed a handful of your ass, groping you as he continued to rock his hips back and forth. You sniffled into the pillow, desperately trying to hold back tears. You knew that Sukuna wouldn’t hurt you, but it still felt extremely overwhelming. You just weren’t used to a size like his. He was fucking huge. To think that this was considered ‘slow’ to Sukuna. Your cheeks flushed as you tried to imagine what something rougher would feel like.

Sukuna gave an experimentally harsh thrust. The tip of his cock slammed into your cervix.

You squeaked from the sensation, the air getting knocked out of your lungs as your whole body swayed from the movement.

“A-ah!” You let out a pathetic sob as a tear slipped down your cheek. You hid your face into the pillow, holding onto it with your hands. Your knees were dipping into the mattress firmly.

“Are you crying down there, witch?”

Sukuna didn’t sound amused at all. He actually stopped inside of you, slowing to a pause as he awaited your response with a shocking amount of patience.

You let out a huge breath of air which you didn’t realize you had been holding in. Your smaller body was trapped underneath Sukuna’s. You desperately tried to regain some composure while the break lasted.

“S-sorry!” You stuttered. “I can take you…Promise-“

You really wanted to please the king of curses. Ever since you had accidentally summoned him, he made it clear that he wanted to have sex with you. The submissive part of your brain found the idea very appealing. You wanted Sukuna to fuck you into oblivion. You didn’t care if there would be some pain involved along the way.

You gasped into the pillow instantly when Sukuna’s cock twitched inside of you.

He sighed.

“Such a dramatic little thing you are,” he scolded. “You can’t even handle it when my cock twitches.”

Sukuna pulled back nearly half way, before pressing back into your tight pussy. You could physically feel the way that your walls parted for him. Your legs were shaking as you tried to hold the position. Luckily, Sukuna was being rather gentle with his movements.

“Take it, woman.”

Sukuna’s voice was gruff and low. He sounded like he was threatening you. You whined from the tone of his voice, pushing your ass back against him in an effort to take more inside obediently.

Sukuna smacked your ass roughly, before squeezing it once more. He chuckled as he began to pick up the pace.

You gasped from the intensity, your poor pussy struggling to keep up. You kept involuntarily clenching around Sukuna’s throbbing erection.

“Kunaaa,” you whined into the pillow. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, you didn’t even know what to beg for.

Sukuna growled out of frustration, putting one foot up on the bed so that he could thrust into you even deeper. You yelped loudly from the new depth, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head.

Sukuna grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your face into the pillow.

“Shut up and squirt for me, little girl.”

His voice sounded dark and menacing. It made your gut twist with arousal. You could practically feel him in your stomach from how deep he was thrusting. And that name he called you triggered your daddy issues. You gasped and cried as your body betrayed you, convulsing around Sukuna’s cock. Your juices coated his erection just like he asked. Your walls kept convulsing and spasming as you achieved your orgasm. Your juices even began to drip onto the sheets.

Sukuna smirked.

“Such a dirty little whore, huh?”

Read more Sukuna here

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pornstar!rafe literally bends you like a fucking pretzel. like knees to your chest and legs behind your head bending! all while he’s drilling your shit in and whispering the dirtiest things ever imagined in your ear. 😌

oh my.. the way this would make me cum over and over. 💦😩

He was deep, so deep you could feel him in your stomach each time he thrusted back in. You were dumb off dick, eyes wide and mouth open as your brain tried to comprehend the words he was whispering in your ear. His large hands would be on each of your knees, your muscles burning as he stretched them back as far as your body would allow it. You were basically folded in half, taking huge dick that was drilling into you at brutal pace.

“You feel that shit? Big fucking dick stretching your pretty hole out.” Rafe whispered in your ear, a breathless groan leaving his lips as his hips were moving relentlessly. He could feel you clenching around him, a sign you were about to cum which only made him like drive into you more.

“Rafe… s-slow down..” You whined, manicured nails reaching down to tap his toned stomach as you could feel the rising pressure of a messy orgasm. Being pornstars, gave you both the advantage of knowing different positions and why you had been in this before, Rafe Cameron took it to a whole other level. “Gonna.. make me cum sir.” You mumbled, the last part making him let out a growl as he pushed your knees to your chest even more, your head aching from its angle.

“That’s right keep calling me sir, and make a mess all over my dick like a good whore.” His voice demanding, as he looked down just in time to see a clear shot of liquid spraying his abs. He almost laughed at the way he had turned you into a squirter. The sight to him a beautiful one to have you folded like a pretzel under his complete control as you made that pretty pussy rain.

Just as soon as you recovered, your eyes blinked back open as you felt his thickness slide in again this time at a much slower pace. You met his gaze, a smirk on his face as he took one hand from your knee to put his thumb on your bottom lip. “Awe.. that’s my pretty girl.” He said, a gasp falling from your mouth as he buried himself all the way inside your wanting cunt once more. “I think this greedy little hole needs to fucked out some more, huh?” He asked, blue eyes staring into yours as he kept his hips still.

You were addicted to this man, and your pussy sure was too by the way your juices were leaking everywhere. Yes sir..” You mumbled around his thumb with a nod to your sore head. He smiled, removing his digit from your mouth and leaning back down towards your ear.

“Remember who’s fucking you, yeah? Rafe Cameron. Don’t tell me what to fuckin’ do. I’ll slow down if I wanna slow down.” He spat, hips starting to move again. “Fuckin’ lucky you decided to be a good whore and call me sir.”

[shy-writer-999]

Summary: You and Zoro take advantage of an empty ship. Or at least, you think it’s empty. Ft. a healthy serving of Zosan. I think this is my best for October by far… 3k words.

CW: Afab reader, gendered language (“pretty girl”), non-consensual voyeurism, pathetic horny Sanji behavior, dirty talk, P in V, masturbation.

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

Finally, the Thousand Sunny docked on land. The crew was restless to get off the boat and go explore. Nami and Robin were going to go shopping, but you declined, feigning exhaustion. Zoro made the excuse that he was going to stay on the ship and train some more. Properly excused, you and Zoro finally had time alone together. The ship was empty and it was a gorgeous day. You hadn’t had time to sneak off together in a couple days and you both were going crazy with desire.

As soon as the coast was clear, Zoro dragged you to the dimly lit men’s sleeping quarters and crashed his lips onto yours. He closed the door and pinned you up against it, biting on your lip, feeling your waist, hips, and ass, hands reaching upwards to massage your chest, lips wandering to suck harshly on your neck. He was ravenous, starving for you.

Zoro quickly peeled off your top and bra, and you shimmied out of your pants. He freed himself of his clothes and picked you up by your waist, carrying you over to his bed. His starving kisses continued, and he positioned himself on top of you—his hard erection started to rut on your stomach and thighs.

When Zoro pulled away from you, his eyes were on fire with need. He picked up his black bandana from the pile of clothes on the floor. Manhandling you with ease, he maneuvered you up by the headboard. He held your hands together and looped his bandana firmly around them, fixing you to the wood. The position was uncomfortable.

Positioning you just how he wanted, he pushed your thighs and knees up so they were propped and spread, exposing your bare core. You couldn’t move your hands at all with Zoro’s bandana wrapped around them, and your legs were spread so wide that the angle felt embarrassing.

Zoro took in the view, proudly. He leaned forward and braced one hand on the headboard next to yours. Putting his other hand on your waist, he leaned in to kiss you. The shaft of his cock rubed back and forth on your folds, building heat and snagging on your clit.

“Zoro,” you moaned his name as the tip of his cock dragged over your sensitive spot. You were already wet, needy for him after seconds of friction.

“You want it, baby?” His voice was gravelly and deep already, greedy desire seeping through every word.

When you locked eyes with him and nodded vigorously, he lined the red and weeping head of his cock up with your entrance and began to press it into you. He stared at his shaft disappearing inside of you, swallowing up his girth like it was nothing.

The thick wiry hair at the base of his cock finally met with your flesh as he bottomed out inside of you. He let out a loud and delicious groan. “Fuucckkkk.”

As Zoro’s grip on your waist tightened, you pulled on his bandana and struggled, trying to push down on his cock, trying to fuck yourself with it—you were relatively unsuccessful, going crazy with need.

“You look so fuckin’ hot tied up for me,” Zoro purred in your ear as he began to move his hips slowly. You were starting to make a mess of your thighs and his cock, matting down the ring of hair at the base of his shaft with your slick. “Your little cunt is so wet already, baby.”

Zoro picked up the pace and obscene sounds started to echo in the room as his cock rhythmically rammed into you. “Juuuussst like that. You’re takin’ me so well, fuck.”

About fifteen feet away, Sanji stirred awake, roused from sleep by the wet sounds of Zoro fucking your cunt and his deep growls.

Sanji usually wasn’t one for napping, but the night before he had cooked a huge feast and cleaned the whole kitchen. He was exhausted. He planned on sleeping for a few hours before going into town to grab supplies that night—but he was rudely awakened by you and Zoro going at it like animals in heat.

As Sanji’s ears adjusted to the foreign noise, his heart started to beat faster. He realized what it was. Sanji’s breath hitched and blush took over his cheeks—he was shocked. He didn’t want to open his eyes or move to cause attention, so he held still and listened for a moment. He was totally awake by now, and each grunt and slap he heard from the pair of you made him harder. After a few minutes of listening to you have sex, Sanji’s cock was twitching and fully erect, forming a tent in the covers of his bed.

He didn’t know what to do. Should he just lay there until the pair of you were done, and then pretend like he was sleeping the whole time? Or would it be better if he got up and just ran out of the room? His cock was aching already, hard as a rock. He could touch himself right now, and neither of you would know, if he did it carefully…

At one particularly deep grunt from Zoro, Sanji snuck his hand down as inconspicuously as he could to palm his raging boner through his underwear. The friction from the fabric on his cock felt like fire, pleasure increased by the fact that he was touching himself mere feet away from you two, who obviously had the impression that he wasn’t there. He grinded his palm down, over his shaft, producing small waves of euphoria.

He knew it was wrong. He felt disgusted with himself, but he couldn’t stop touching his cock, it felt too good.

Sanji could tell that precum was already seeping out of his tip. His heart started to flutter every time one of you made a noise. He couldn’t take it any longer. He turned his head gently to the side and stared at the pair of you, sneaking a hand into his underwear to stroke his bare shaft while he watched.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Zoro groaned as his cock plunged into you with a squelch. “You like how my cock feels, baby? You wanna cream on it?”

Sanji’s hand grasped the base of his shaft, holding it there for a second, stopping the blood flow so it throbbed and jumped. He felt repulsive for getting off on this, but fuck, it felt good.

“Mmmm, Zoro, please, fuck me harder.” You sighed sweetly and it made Sanji's heart thump.

Zoro’s grunting got Sanji so hard it was unreal. His heart flipped as he watched Zoro’s muscular body roll into yours, admiring how each toned muscle rippled with minimal effort. Zoro’s brows were furrowed, his muscles were tense, flexed, and all his attention was laser focused on you. Likewise, you just looked up at him and begged him to fuck you more, fuck you harder, and fuck you deeper. You were desperate for it, pleading for more of Zoro’s cock.

Sanji’s eyes darted from Zoro’s toned body to your tits bouncing from each thrust of Zoro’s hips. He stared at Zoro’s girthy cock sliding in and out of your glistening core with ease and his eyes widened when he realized how big Zoro’s cock really was. He noticed that you were tied up with Zoro’s bandana and he was shocked but wildly turned on as you struggled against your restraints.

He hadn't known that you and Zoro were actually intimate, but he had long suspected it. This was fulfilling some sort of fantasy for him. Not only was he ferociously attracted to you, but he recently started to get flustered any time the mosshead yelled at him or got up in his face. He was in denial about it, but he sort of, no, he really thought Zoro was hot when he was angry. Seeing the swordsman grunt and plow his cock into your folds made his heart pound.

Sanji didn’t think that seeing you two fuck would have this dramatic of an effect on him, but his hand felt amazing around his cock. Some of it was definitely that neither you nor the swordsman knew that Sanji was getting off on the sight, and that it was sickening of him to indulge in his lust like this… but he was at his wit’s end. He bit his lip to keep the sound in, tried to stifle it as much as he could, but a small, barely audible whine slipped out.

Zoro’s head snapped and pinpointed Sanji immediately, registering that the blonde cook was fucking his hand under the covers. Zoro had half a mind to go over there and wring his neck, but something about being watched made his cock jump. Instead, he smirked and jerked his hips harder.

You were too fucked out at this point to notice. The only thing you could focus on was Zoro’s cock bullying your g-spot relentlessly. You were so overcome with pleasure that you had lost all touch with reality. Your eyes were glossy, your jaw was slack, and the moans tumbled out of your lips in a constant stream.

Each nasty thing Zoro said wrenched more pleasure from both you and Sanji. He needed to rub it in the cook’s face, to rub in the fact that you were his, and to rub in the fact that Sanji talked shit but was masturbating right now like some perverted brat. Was he really that depraved?

“That shitty cook is getting a real good look at you baby, watching me fuck you.” Zoro growled and locked his pussy-drunk eyes with Sanji, who was now stroking his fist shamelessly with the covers pulled away. “Yeah, idiot? Getting off on seeing me fuck her? Pervert.”

Sanji twisted his hand around the head of his cock, swiping up the pooling precum and pulled it down his shaft. He let out another whine at the wet sensation, wishing that he could be buried inside of you right now instead of touching himself.

When Zoro spoke down to him, it got him off. He didn’t know why, but it felt good when the swordsman called him an idiot and a pervert, especially when he could see his cock slide in and out of you. He also didn’t know why Zoro hadn’t come over and attacked him yet.

Zoro doubled down on the dirty talk, addressing you with particularly filthy words. “You’re milking my cock so good in front of him, baby. Get yourself all messy so he can see it.”

His voice was husky and voracious. He was getting wrapped up in the feeling of your walls clenching and throbbing around him, and the sight of Sanji fucking his fist. You hummed in response to Zoro’s praise, cunt clenching around his girth, and it spurred him on.

“Am I making you feel good, pretty girl? Tell me how good it feels so Sanji can hear it.” Zoro emphasized Sanji’s name. The cook��s heart did a flip—his mouth was hanging open now and his cock was pulsing.

While Sanji watched, Zoro reached two fingers and shoved them in your mouth. You were practically drooling from pleasure. He pressed his fingers down your throat so forcefully that you gagged on them.

Zoro groaned—he loved that sound and loved playing with your body like that. When he took his fingers out, a strand of spit connected his fingertips to your lips. He sucked his fingers clean and leaned into your face, fucking you deeper.

“Does it feel good when he watches you, sweetheart? You like the shit cook touching himself while you get fucked dumb by my cock? Getting so wet and dirty for me, I like making you feel good.” Again, Zoro emphasized the last few words. His eyes locked on Sanji’s and the cook’s heart skipped a beat—the last few words of that sentence felt like they were for Sanji, too. Like Zoro liked making Sanji feel good.

The cook stroked himself faster and dug his thumb into his slit a bit, drawing out more pearly white precum. The pressure made his hips buck.

Zoro’s voice got louder as the pace of his hips increased; by now, they were spasming into your cunt, fucking you at breakneck speed. His eyes were riveted on Sanji’s for the good majority of the time. You matched the swordsman’s volume and writhed in ecstasy.

“F-feels good, Zoro. Don’t stop. Feels good.” You keened his name and arched your back.

“Mmhmm? Does it? Cum on my cock, sweetheart. Wanna make that little pussy feel so fucking good. Want Sanji to see how much you like it. Bet he wishes it was him.”

The cook’s heart pattered and you attempted to mewl out a response to Zoro, but you almost couldn’t get out a word. You started babbling incoherent nonsense like the fucked-out wreck you were.

“Your c-cock, ‘Zo, Zoro, feels so—so good I can’t—too good, ‘m gonna cum—make me—fuck.”

“Cream for me, gorgeous. Show Sanji how good you feel.” Zoro’s hips convulsed as your walls clenched around his cock again. He moaned as your walls squeezing him, producing a sound more desperate and feral than Sanji had heard before. “You like that, cook? You like watching us?”

Sanji whimpered with an eager nod out and stroked faster. He felt like he was going to pass out from pleasure—the way Zoro was talking to him felt charged and erotic, like he was trying to get Sanji riled up.

You were at your limit.

“C-cum—fuck, Zoro, cum in me,” you spat out the words with the utmost effort. "'m so close."

One last thrust of Zoro’s cock and you were in toe-curling ecstasy, writhing on his shaft, pulling on the bandana, and mewling so loudly it could have been heard across the whole ship.

“That’s it, just like that, baby, fuck, your pussy is so good, fuck, fuchhhccckkkk.” The sight of you cumming from his cock was the last thing Zoro needed before he joined you in bliss.

Shaking uncontrollably from his orgasm, he pumped milky white ropes inside and you could feel it filling you up. There was so much of his seed that it was starting to drip out of you.

Moments after Zoro, Sanji came. He was thinking about fucking you while Zoro watched, and how that would feel. Would the swordsman sit up in a chair and stroke his cock slowly while you rode Sanji? Would you straddle the cook or wrap your legs around him while Zoro touched himself at the end of the bed? Would he throw his head back and groan as sweetly as he had just now?

Sanji’s mind wandered to previously un-indulged in thoughts—what if Zoro fucked him while you watched and fingered yourself? Would he watch your fingers pass in and out of your cunt while Zoro’s huge cock brushed his g-spot? Would the swordsman encourage or degrade him? What would Zoro feel when his name trickled out of Sanji’s mouth? What would it feel like for the swordsman to fill him with cum?

When the cook came all over his hands and abdomen, his hips jerked up, pulling his pelvis up off the mattress. He came loudly and explosively, letting out a lewd, drawn-out whine. Unbeknownst to him, the sound made Zoro’s cock twitch. The swordsman (in denial) ascribed that to his orgasm (though it had passed already).

Zoro practically fell forward onto you, panting there with heaving breaths before he regained composure and untied your hands.

He kissed you passionately for what felt like a long time, and then stood on shaky legs and scooped you up to take you to the bathroom. “Our turn first, shit cook.” Zoro smirked and carted you off, walking out like nothing weird happened. Your eyes were half-closed and a soft smile played on your lips as you waved bye to Sanji.

The blonde couldn’t even help but admire Zoro’s backside as he walked away. Fuck, he was just so toned and tan and hairy and… manly. His mouth went dry with the realization that damn, he really did want to Zoro to fuck him. Or vice versa. Fuck.

Sanji thought about that incident for months afterwards and developed a habit of touching himself to the scenarios he imagined. He was particularly taken with the idea of Zoro’s cock in him while you finger fucked yourself.

And interestingly enough, when Zoro touched himself he thought of your cunt around his shaft and the sight of Sanji fucking his fist. The cook’s eyes looked animalistic that day, his cock was so red and dripping with precum, your moans had been deafening, Sanji’s whimpers were kind of…

Suffice it to say, the three of you had no problem with this occasion and each of you thought that you would like it to happen again. The only issue was how to go about that.

*whistles* sheesh!! i greatly enjoyed writing this one. i've been looking forward to posting it for ages (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ i hope you enjoyed it!

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Nanami Kento NSFW A-Z

Part of my 20k follower celebration (past due)

Warnings: if it isn’t abundantly clear, this is smut :)

A/N: in honor of hitting 20k followers a while back, I’m going to be posting 10 NSFW alphabets for JJK men — scheduled post 9 :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kento prioritizes aftercare, he doesn’t care how tired he is after the fact. He’s making sure you are happy, comfortable and your needs are cared for. Kento will make sure you enjoyed yourself, making sure to ask if he was too rough or if there was anything you didn’t enjoy. He’ll ask if you’re sore at all and will take the time to massage where you’re tender. He’ll clean you up and get you water if needed. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s prone to saying all of you. There isn’t one part of you that he doesn't deeply adore, but when it comes down to it… especially if you tell him he can only name one thing… he’ll say your chest. Kento is a boob/chest lover. Doesn’t matter if they’re huge, big, average, small, flat, Kento adores your chest. 

On his own body, Kento is quite fond of his thighs. He’s a bit shy about admitting that but he thinks they look pretty damn good in his suit pants and workout attire. He also thinks they look pretty damn good when you’re grinding down on them. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Bless him, Kento loves coming all over your chest. He loves seeing his pearly cum paint your chest in ropes, going as far as to smear it further before sticking his fingers into your mouth to clean them. He thinks he’s a little bit sick for having  that fascination  but you assure him you enjoy it just as much as he does. And, like most, Kento will never turn down coming inside of you if presented with the opportunity. Though he’s guilty of doing the same thing he’ll do to your chest… collecting whatever drips out before plunging them back inside of you or bringing them to your pretty mouth. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If given the opportunity, Kento would gladly wear your underwear. But not a clean pair… no they have to be already worn, maybe even with a stain or two from your own arousal. Though he can’t last very long in them, getting way too worked up to not take them off and use them to jerk himself until he’s spilling all over them. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Kento may not have much experience, but you’d never know it. He loves raunchy novels, opting to read them in his free time when he can. He’s not huge on porn but when he was younger it was his go to. Kento has no shame in actually putting research into these things because he wants to make sure his future partner is satisfied whether they are his first or his fifth. So when he fucked you for the first time, you’d never ever guess that you were only his second “hook up” which evolved into much more. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Kento is a sucker for cowgirl. Both regular and reverse, he loves watching your face as you struggle. The position also allows him a perfect view, he gets to watch his cock disappear and reappear inside of you over and over until you topple over and beg him to take over. Kento works out often, so it’s not surprising that he’s able to angle you just right and thrust up into you without breaking a sweat. He’s also partial to watching your body bounce and jiggle every time you drop yourself down on him. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Kento leans heavily on the more serious side of things when it comes to sex. It’s like… mildly impossible that he’ll crack a joke or say something funny when fucking you. He’s serious but not in a way that would make you uncomfortable, if that makes sense. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Kento maintains his hair very well, not too long and not too short. He prefers to have some hair down there opposed to bald. He actually did shave it all off once and was not a fan of the regrowth process so he decided to not do it again. Also yes, it’s blonde like the rest of him but just a tad darker, like his eyebrows. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kento is a little awkward at first with intimacy and being romantic during sex. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be, he’s just unsure on how to go about it without making himself cringe. He wants to make sure you’re comfortable with the things he does and says but that takes time to learn through trial and error. But once he’s used to the whole idea, he’s pretty romantic when fucking you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Kento rarely jacks off now in his late twenties. When he was younger he would do it probably 2-4 times a week mostly to unwind, but now that he’s really gotten busy with sorcery work (and he had you) he doesn’t really have the time alone anymore. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling… choking… orgasm control… things that all mildly bleed into the realm of BSDM. Kento was a bit surprised when you thought he would be more on the vanilla side of things. Kento is also heavily into breast play (both giving and receiving) and spanking. He likes being called sir but doesn’t know how he feels about daddy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any location in your home but preferably the bed, countertop, couch or dining room table. If he’s very daring he would fuck you stupid in a public but private space (such as an empty classroom in jujutsu tech and/or his old office) 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Cuddling… not to say he can’t cuddle and keep it G rated… but when you’re laying in bed with your ass pressed into his groin and you purposely start wiggling your hips? He’s done for. Kento lives for your massages, the way your hands dig into his tense shoulders and slowly move lower. He also really enjoys you wearing his clothing… with nothing underneath. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Kento downright refuses to do anything cuckolding or threesome related. It just isn’t for him. Now he’s not going to say it will never ever happen because who knows. But at this point in his life, he is not willing to share you and quite frankly you aren’t willing to share him. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

GIVING. Kento is utterly obsessed with giving head. He would spend hours between your thighs if he could (what's stopping you hmmm). Kento uses it as a way to calm down and unwind after a stressful day, lapping at your sex until you’re mewling and making a mess of yourself. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Kento is slow and sensual, even when he needs to take some stress off. He’s rolling his hips into you deeply, so slowly that it's impossible to not feel every inch of his cock penetrating you. The only exception to this is when you are riding him. You set the pace and Kento is more than willing to accommodate it and keep up with it when you inevitably get tired.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kento isn’t super into quickies, he doesn’t like being in a rush when it comes to sex. He likes to take his time with you, blocking out the rest of the world for an hour or two while he treats himself to some much needed “self care” aka a hot shower, a good meal, and fucking you senseless until his bones feel like jelly and he can’t move. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kento isn’t super risky, he’s open to trying a handful of things but he’s not really keen on it. Kento is also not into the idea of public sex… at least in locations where there is no door to lock or there is a highly likely chance that you’ll be seen and/or walked in on. So overall, not that huge of a risk taker but he’ll try something new here and there. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Nanami can last anywhere from 5-8 minutes per round. The amount of rounds he can go depends on how tired and/or stressed out he is. Typically he can always go two rounds if you’re up for it. The most you’ve ever gone with him was six total rounds but he says he can go longer… 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Kento is more reserved in this sense but he will buy a vibrator if you want one (he already owns one…) he’ll use his ties as restraints and his own hands for “spanking”. He can think of alternatives for pretty much everything but a vibrator. But if you really want to buy some sex toys, Kento will amuse you and buy them. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kento?? Unfair?? Yeah no. Kento may tease you when you are alone, a teeny bit in bed, but he is all about you and your pleasure… even when he’s stressed or mad. He will never withhold anything from you while fucking and he will never tease you until you’re crying. He much prefers making you cum so many times you’re delirious from pleasure. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kento is definitely on the quieter side but that is mildly due to his deeper voice. Kento isn’t really one to moan, he’ll groan and curse and gasp more than moan. But that’s not to say he can’t. If you’re getting him off real good? A couple unrestrained moans will slip in there and you’ll notice his cheeks flush because of it. You tend to leave it be, not teasing him about making such noises because you know if you do he’ll probably never make the noises again. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves taking dirty pictures for you. He was so awkward about it at first when you initially asked him for a nude/dick pic. But that awkwardness actually worked to his advantage because the nude you received was good enough to be framed in your opinion. After the first one, Kento is an accidental pro and lewd photo taking and even has a folder in his phone for all of the ones he’s taken… he also has a separate folder of your nudes and nudes he’s taken of you. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Kento is 5.5 inches when soft and a whole 7.5 when hard. He’s a big boy, girthy like the rest of him and he sticks straight out. He’s a nice tan color with a pretty pink tip, a few prominent veins running up his shaft too. He’s a bit shy about his size because he knows he’s quite large so he keeps that in mind when getting ready to fuck you. He’s understanding when you go down on him, encouraging to take things slow and not force yourself to take more of him than you can handle. He likes to massage your jaw after, and praise you. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Kento’s sex drive isn’t astronomically high but he will never say no to sex when you offer/initiate something. He’s easily turned on by some of the things you do but he also has enough will power to control his desires. He’s quieter, which makes him freakier idc what anyone says. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kento can fall asleep within two minutes after sex but he keeps himself up to make sure you are clean and comfortable. He’ll pull you in close, wrapping his arms snuggly around you and try his damn hardest to wait for you to fall asleep first. It’s really a 50/50 on if he’ll win that battle.

[affableramen]

“Keep riding me” Genshin Impact men x You, the reader

Featured characters: Pantalone, Neuvillette, Capitano, Dottore

Tags: 18+ only please, gender neutral reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pantalone

His all time favourite is doggy, yet one day he gives his imagination freedom and considers a new position. As he scrolls through many possibilities he finally chooses one pattern and calls you to his office during his break. You see him sit on his couch impatiently, his legs somehow widely spread as he holds his hand to his temples and stares at you with a look full of pure lust. You realise exactly what this will lead to. “But we only have 20 minutes”, you warn him. Yet Pantalone is a but a lustful impatient fool at this moment. “Sit.” You approach the couch and he repeats himself: “Too scared to be on top? Come sit.”

“I am not scared, you scoundrel.”

“Then do it. I want you on top, now. Otherwise my pants might tear.”

You look at him perplexed. Is he so excited?

“My body has been rubbing against my pants for a while now and I am feeling quite… uncomfortable. Will you free me from this useless clothing?”

Vulgar language is natural for him.

You finally settle down on his lap and take his erect stuff out of his pants. Both of you are lucky his office is soundproof, cause it’s loud when you’re riding him.

“Fuck…” Pantalone throws his head back. His body is begging for release and he almost pleads you to empty his balls as the pressure grows insufferable. And you help him do exactly that, while gripping his shoulders and biting on his earlobe. Pants certainly did not expect he’d go so squishy and soft for you. You get your release pretty soon too, definitely proud of making a mess out of a powerful cocky man like him.

Neuvillette

He was wondering when you’d suggest him another position after spending countless nights in the dull missionary. Neuvillette himself is too shy to offer something like this out loud. But since you didn’t make any corrections he decided to be bold once and attempted to offer you something new.

“You want me to ride you?”

“Why not?” He is blushing like crazy yet his expression is unchangeably calm. You look at him astonished and your eyes widened so much Neuvillette is embarrassed to the point he clears his throat and looks away. “Well? I am free this afternoon. My staff has decided to take some of commissions today so I am available. What do you think?”

He is nervous, yet when this finally happens, he lets you use his cock to the last drop. He wants you to milk him dry and he adores seeing you rubbing your body against while he lays back. The sensation of having you literally sit on his dick is so unforgettable and refreshing, he comes hard and lets out some of his voice while doing so. He then covers his face cause he whimpered gently when you let him spill, which is so unlike him.

Capitano

Capitano is a huge guy in all aspects and he is always deliberate and slow with you. One day a thought comes into his mind, a sight of you riding his dick feeds a feral spirit deep inside him. Capitano does not say or suggest anything beforehand. Simply though, when you are alone in your home and get into the sheets together, instead of doing your natural bed sport routine with you under him, he gently pulls you to his lap not spilling a single word. You carefully climb in a better, more convenient position as soon as you take a hint. Capitano lets you move as much as you like. He tenderly squeezes your hips and takes himself in hand, inserting slowly to the fullest. He is so big, you’re panting, gripping his large chest. Once you’re used to the angle, he says under his breath: “Move, won’t you?” And you do so. The both of you finish contented with the experience. Capitano cleans you properly after and kisses your forehead, tucking you into sleep cause of how exhausted and good girl/ boy you are.

Dottore

Dottore… is just Dottore. He wanted an experiment and he’ll get it.

You were both sitting in the living room doing your stuff when Dottore suggests out of the blue: “Let’s have sex, but so that you’re on top riding me.”

You were amazed by hearing such offer from his mouth, considering how indifferent he usually is to stuff like this. Dottore immediately closes his book and puts it away.

“Why does your face look like this?”

“It’s a pity I don’t see yours.”

Dottore chuckles.

“You know I won’t remove the mask”, he pauses, “Now, let me unbuckle my stuff…” He clasps his belt and in no time his pants are loosened. “I won’t need my body naked, just the lower part.” He is always so messy, chaotic, clumsy even. You stare at him silently enjoying the view of his thighs. “Hey, what are you looking at? Just sit on my lap already”, Dottore hisses. You slowly, teasingly approach him, trying to get an impatient reaction. Dottore spreads his hips so that you have full access to him. And then you lower yourself, slowly and gradually. Dottore bites his lip with his sharp teeth. “Shit… you gotta bite my dick off tightening so strongly.”

“I knew you’d like it, Dott.”

Dottore is lazy as fuck and he wants you tonight to move against his crotch. You do so steadily for a while, before Dottore’s thin hands start rummaging over the table next to the couch and he finds a vial with suspicious liquid.

“A little aphrodisiac, just to sharpen the sensation.”

You roll your eyes and give him a skeptical look.

“You were planning it, huh? Dott—"

He pours the liquid first in his mouth and then offers to you. The night which seemed so dull to you ended with more than pleasurable sensations. You learned that Dottore can actually scream during the process.

[astrosamara]

Astrology Observations #2

🩵Mutable risings are constantly changing up their looks because they love experimenting with different aesthetics, whereas fixed risings tend to stick with the same look or a couple of looks throughout their life. They're not as comfortable with outward change.

🩵Mars in the 1st house makes someone a natural athlete and can excel in sports. Also a great placement for dancers.

🩵Saturn in the 1st house and/or Capricorn/Aquarius Rising age like fine wine. They often tend to be late bloomers as well who can feel awkward and uncomfortable with themselves in their early years, but start to grow more into their confidence later in life, specifically after their first Saturn return.

🩵Gemini Venus are so playful and flirty in their relationships. Humor and lightheartedness have to be prominent for them in their relationships to feel loved.

🩵Sun (the father) or Moon (the mother) in the 12th house can indicate that parent dying early in your life or it can represent them being emotionally or physically absent as well. It's spooky how many charts I've seen where this is the case. (I know death is a sensitive topic, so I don't want to freak anyone out by saying this placement is a 100% indicator of a physical death, because it isn't).

🩵I know Taurus' loving food is a huge stereotype, but it's so true! Every Taurus sun in my life loves to go out to eat, cook, or be cooked for and it's their love language. They can also be super big on physical touch such as massages and hugs. They're all about the senses.

🩵Leo moons tend to be the comedians of their family or friend group. They're the ones everyone relies on to bring the fun and playful energy. They really shine a light in people's lives.

🩵Jupiter transiting the 5th house the same time as a Venus return is a super powerful transit for love and romance. I've seen charts where this indicated marriage, meeting a long-term partner, or starting a new relationship.

🩵When it comes to transits, Saturn is the most important planet to look at imo because it's the planet of timing. Looking back on every time Saturn made a conjunction with one of my personal planets or angles, it highlighted a significant event/theme in my life.

🩵Someone having their moon in your 1st house you may notice that these are the people you find yourself easily letting your guard down around. It's easy and comfortable to be with them. This is a great placement for friendship.

🩵You may find yourself feeling soul-bonded to a pet who has their sun as your moon. My cat is a Pisces sun and I'm a Pisces moon and I've never felt such a strong connection to a pet before. He's my actual baby.

🩵Saturn in the 5th house typically aren't interested in having kids. They may feel incredibly overwhelmed by the pressures and responsibilities that come with raising children. If they decide to have kids, their kids can bring out a very karmic energy in them and can exasperate wounds from their own childhood. This can manifest as a positive or negative experience depending on the sign it's in and other aspects.

🩵Check where your 4th house ruler is in your chart. It can further indicate what your childhood was like. For example, I have an empty Gemini 4th house, but my 4th house ruler is in Mercury in my Scorpio 8th house making a conjunction with my Chiron and I had a very dark and traumatic upbringing.

🩵Nobody knows overthinking like a Virgo sun and/or mercury knows overthinking. Their brain is constantly thinking about what can go wrong in any given situation, scanning everything they need to check off from their mental to-do list before they can allow themselves to relax, and will bring up a specific worry you haven't even thought about. I only have a Virgo mars and that's enough Virgo energy in my chart for me. They are the living embodiment of anxiety.

[hellsslibrary]

IMMA BE HONEST (and if possible, could this be a request?),, the first time i saw Vil when he kept checking his makeup and talking to Cater in the beginning of the game I just KNEW I had to have him whining with mascara colored tears running down his cheeks and his body being flushed red all over while making him face a mirror and telling him how pretty (or even how much of a slut)he’s looking like…

"In the garden of my heart, your love is the most beautiful and enduring flower, blooming every day."

#a.n. : SAME! And... Yay, I've got my earliest requests underway... Maybe I'll post a couple more today, I guess. This was a pleasure to write, by the way. I love this stuff.

MASTERLIST is here.

!!Warnings: top!dom!male!reader, sub!bottom!Vil, mirror sex, praise kink (borders on worship), just romantic and fairly vanilla sex, but for those who like more intense sex I added some light dacryphilia, use of the word "slut", and spanking (literally once), make-up traces, light marking.

"You're so perfect, see? Every curve, literally every part of your skin is so emphasized... I never thought that even now, when I can barely see you, I would still see you so well," escapes your lips, causing Vil's fingers to clench on the smooth surface of the mirror, making a not very pleasant sound, but what does it matter?

How did you even end up here? You were just looking at Vil combing his hair before going to bed. This beautiful strawberry blonde hair with a slight lilac tint... You could admire it forever. And him even more so.

You yourself did not understand at what moment your arms wrapped around his waist, whispering random tenderness in his ear, making him smile faintly. And the next second, he moaned quietly and looked at you over his shoulder with a stern look when your palm was clearly too close to his ass. "What are you doing, hm? We were both sleepy a few minutes ago, if I remember correctly."

And yeah, he's right. You thought you'd pass out the moment you had this physical manifestation of Aphrodite in your arms, but now that he's actually in your arms... How can you resist being a little selfish and taking away his beauty sleep, right?

And here we go again...

"Why do we even need candles? We could do this without any light at all..." You hum in displeasure at that, spreading Vil's cheeks slightly and watching your cock disappear inside him. It was barely visible, but you could visualize it with ease from how many times you've seen it.

"Without light? No. I need to see every part of you... Just look at yourself," your fingers pull his head down from your shoulder, forcing him to look at his reflection.

It was a coincidence that he hadn't had time to wash off his makeup today, and that only played into your hands. It was a huge rarity, those moments when he let you fuck him while his face was still covered in makeup... He didn't like to look sloppy, but who else says he looks sloppy?

His neck is framed with light, rare hickeys that he allowed you. And even a small bite on the back of his head! Usually he only lets you mark his thighs, since no one else except the two of you can see that part. But today he was either generous or tired.

Purple eyes closed convulsively when your cock entered at an angle that was too pleasant. A quiet cry escapes his lips when you give him a light slap on his thigh, and he opens his eyes again, forcing himself to look at his reflection.

A couple of candles lit in the room were indeed on your side. They hid you behind Vil's back, but they showed him completely. He whimpers from his own reflection, a thought flashing through his head about understanding what you can see in him even in this form. "Look at yourself, okay? If you can keep your eyes on me until you cum, then... I'll give you a massage afterwards, okay?" he nods immediately, not even thinking about what you said, just hearing that something good is waiting for him.

His body twitches every time your shaft penetrates as deep as this position allows. It was surprisingly good, even too good. The blond can't remember when your intimacy brought him to this state. It was overwhelmingly good. His brain was boiling, literally turning into mush. Deprived of the last thoughts that flew away like water lilies on the surface of water bodies.

"Bend over for me, please? It will be a little more comfortable, my queen," tenderly escapes from your lips, he instinctively arches, although Vil clearly does not even realize what you are asking for.

His hand slides down, his slender fingers digging into your thigh, his forehead resting on his hand, still on the mirror. Sobs escape his lips as his eyes glaze over. The only thing he knows is that he's crying from pleasure. Pleasure that's too overwhelming.

"Is it okay, Vil? Should I slow down?"

Your question makes him break the vacuum of the pleasure haze he's trapped in, just a little. He shakes his head slightly, mumbling something unintelligible, though knowing that you won't be satisfied, he mumbles,

"Okay... I'm o-okay. It just, agh, feels s-so good."

"Wonderful. I'm glad you like it so much... After all, your beauty is meant to be admired in any state," your loving whisper makes him chuckle, mixed with a whine, as one of your hands reaches just past his hip and wraps around his engorged cock. "So beautiful and graceful, like the paintings of the best masters... Such an incredibly beautiful voice that you want to hear nothing but it. Such a beautiful figure that you want to memorize every curve and every part, to know where it pleases you the most."

His cock involuntarily twitches a couple of times while you whisper your praises breathlessly. He feels such a painful, yet so desirable knot in his stomach, you both feel that he is almost at the limit.

"So what? Are you ready to cum for me, pretty boy? To cum on my cock, like the good slut you are?"

The world seems to stop as soon as it leaves your lips. You call him that without realizing it... He's never heard you say such vulgar things to him before and it's... Surprisingly pleasant, especially mixed with your praise bordering on worship.

His cock twitches in your hand and he cums with a too loud, surprisingly high-pitched moan; his head falls back on your shoulder and his eyes squeeze convulsively, a couple of transparent but black tears fall on your shoulder and white liquid paints the mirror in front of you.

You gently push his head back forward, kissing the back of his head while he lets you make a few more thrusts before you cum inside... Normally he would object, but you're going to shower now anyway, and you'll have to wash him too, so he won't say a word now.

"You... It w-was something. You never... Oh, never ca-called me that," he mumbles barely audibly, sobbing from the remains of tears and only now you realize what you called him and your brain instantly sobers up.

"I didn't m-mean it, I didn't mean it... I'm sorry, I said it unconsciously, I was just too deep in—," he puts a slightly trembling finger on your lips, smiling lightly and moving between your legs.

"I didn't say that I didn't like it, it was just surprising to hear it from you like that," Vil chuckles, turning to you completely and kissing your cheek, and then hugs you around the neck and sighs contentedly when your hands took him under his hips, slowly standing up on legs slightly trembling from a recent orgasm. Oh... Right now you want nothing more than to fall asleep, but the handsome man in your arms will kill you if you don't wash him... Not that you mind that outcome either, hehe.

[sturniolosiphone]

Frat boy!Chris, who is obsessed with your thighs HC'S

divider by: @bernardsbendystraws

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ MDNI, smut, thigh fetish⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

this is based on this request!

˗ˏˋFrat boy!Chris, who takes multiple pictures of the size difference between yours and his thighs.

“Chris don’t do that; my thighs look huge compared to yours.” 

“I know, and it’s fucking hot, baby.”

˗ˏˋFrat boy!Chris has a locked photo album of you sitting in different positions from multiple angles. He dresses you in various skirts and shorts and positions you just right.

˗ˏˋFrat boy!Chris spends entirely too much time nibbling and kissing your thighs while his head is in between your legs.

“Chrisss please, I need you” your thrust your hips in his face needing his tongue on your swollen clit

“Just need a little more baby…” he sucks a deep purple mark in your inner thigh.

˗ˏˋFrat boy!Chris, who always makes sure to cum on your thighs, constantly snapping a photo after so he can relive the memory when you leave.

˗ˏˋFrat boy!Chris who strips you down in a tiny bathroom at a party, searching through the frat's cabinet for baby oil so he can slide his cock between your thighs.

˗ˏˋFrat boy!Chris is obsessed with you wearing fishnets. He loves how your thighs bulge out of the holes and spill over. Always ripping holes in them so he can slide his cock underneath the fabric.

“Chris come on baby, this is my sixth pair,” you whine as he rips yet another hole in your stockings.

“I don’t know what you expect, Ma, with your legs looking like that,” he hisses, rutting his hips against your soft skin. 

˗ˏˋFrat boy!Chris drunkenly pours his beer in between your thighs while you're sitting, pushing them together and sipping from them.

˗ˏˋFrat boy!Chris who bends you over the sink, making sure to keep your legs pressed together, and fucks into your thighs while you play with your clit. 

˗ˏˋFrat boy!Chris who uses your plush thighs as a pillow every chance he gets 

“Are you comfortable, handsome?” you smile down at him, running a hand through his hair

“Mhm,” he smiles at you before softly kissing your thigh. “You’re so soft, my baby.” 

˗ˏˋFrat boy!Chris, who spends entirely too much time washing your thighs when you both shower together, assuring you with every swipe of the luffa that he just wants to make sure you're clean even though there is pre-cum leaking from his tip

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[nanamiscocksleeve]

A Helping Mouth

Warnings: MDNI, lactation kink, mentions of motherhood, mild threesome, clit play A/n: Here it is you milk-loving sluts (said with a lot of love). Enjoy. Not really proofread.

You swiftly walk back to your office, rolling your shoulders and sighing. It had been a long day but in a very satisfying way. Returning to the office as a new mother had left you with some doubts and trepidation but as your mother had said as she waved you and your husband off into the car, it was good for everyone to spend some time away from the baby.

Your mother had sent a few photos throughout the day reassuring you the baby was fine and truthfully, you found that she was right. After nearly 3 months of maternity leave, it felt good to be back at work, talking to people your own age and teaching strategy. And the glorious joy of dressing up to go to work, in your neat office outfit, which your husband had been kind enough to buy a new dress shirt for. You had settled back into the rhythm, humming as you turned down the hallway.

Nothing could go wrong. You were wearing comfortable shapewear, your makeup and hair were neat, there was nothing that could go drastically wrong today. But as you took a step, you felt an odd tingling sensation in your breast, followed by a stab of pain hard enough to make you stop and put a hand up to the mound of flesh. No, it couldn’t be…you had pumped earlier in the morning.

But as you hold yourself, you feel the undeniable sensation of warm wetness, and when you remove your palm, see the unmistakable smudge of milk on the front of your brand-new dress shirt. You feel tears in your eyes, the new shirt your husband had brought now going to smell like milk like the rest of your ugly tees and sweats, the pain intensifying and being felt in your other breast now. You let out a small gasp and try to keep walking, hoping to make it to your office, to do what, you didn’t know. You didn’t have a breast pump here, no change of shirt, nothing. The first day back at the office was ruined, all your joy turning into embarrassment and slight defeat. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?” You halt as you hear your husband’s voice, unsure whether to feel relief or shy away from him. You turn to face the tall, blond, muscular sorcerer walking towards you. 

“Kento I-” You pull your hand away from your shirt and he sees the milk stains dotting your front. 

“Oh, honey.” He comes closer to pull you near him and you angle your body to prevent your milk from staining his clothes as well. 

“It hurts Kento…I’m in so much pain and…I didn’t bring a pump, or towels, or a change of clothes.” The tears spill from your eyes and your voice trembles. “I should have listened and waited a little longer to return to work.”

“Ssh. Nonsense. These things happen. I bet it happens to more mothers than you think.” He soothingly strokes your back and you try to calm down. 

“You can wear one of my shirts. Come to my office sweetie.” Kento puts a hand on your waist and starts leading you in another direction and you lean against him, praying no one sees you this way. 

“I need a bra though. These things have gotten all huge and floppy now so I can’t not wear a bra.”

 A low rumbling chuckle leaves your handsome husband’s lips. “They aren’t huge, they’re just fuller now. And I have one of your bras in my office.”

Your eyes widen, your inconvenient lactation momentarily forgotten. “Excuse me?”

“You kind of left it here by accident. Remember that time right before your delivery, you got really horny and we fucked on my desk?” Kento whispers slyly into your ear, making you blush. “It’s been in my desk drawer since then.”

“You pervert,” you manage to crack a smile. I’m shocked at this inappropriate behavior but right now, I’m willing to let it slide. Oh, thank god for the drawer bra.”

Kento leads you into his office and closes the door. As usual, you sit on his desk, the position so normal that it didn’t feel right to sit anywhere else. You wince and hold your breasts as pain stabs through them. Kento removes the buttons one by one, eyes darkening as he sees your soft flesh, the cream-colored bra also victim to your milk, leaving two round stains seeping into the cups. He licks his lips.

“Kento…” you say blushingly as you see his expression. “Stop looking at me like a starved man.”

“A starved man I am right now darling.” He lets the shirt hang off your shoulders and undoes your bra, pulling off the straps and carelessly throwing the stained garment onto his desk chair. Your lovely nipples were on full display, softly leaking little beads of creamy fluid. He languidly dips his head, making you gasp, as he draws one of the aching buds into his mouth, suckling, feeling his cock harden as the sweet fluid hits his tongue.

You moan softly, yet you’re helpless to push him away. You’d had sex in his office before, but somehow having him nurse from you felt far more intimate and taboo and you resisted, albeit very weakly. 

“Kento no…not here…” you whimper, despite feeling the wonderful release of pain along with a throb of carnal pleasure between your legs. 

“Don’t your breasts hurt?” Kento releases your nipple with a pop, milk dripping steadily from the hardened peak towards your naval. He goes to the other one, and you let out a weak cry of relief, feeling aroused yet bashful at the same time. 

“They do but…Are you enjoying this?” He lets go of your nipple, licks his lips, and looks up at you, in a trance. 

“Darling, you taste absolutely divine. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to sample you?” His tongue laves the very tip of your nipple, licking a bead of milk from it, making your brain fog up in a sexual haze. 

“R-really? This? Milk?”

A low hum leaves his mouth as his lips latch onto you to suckle again, and you can’t help but cradle his head, softly playing with the beautiful hair, and whimpering as he helps you. Your free nipple, stimulated by the action on the other leaks freely, pearlescent beads flowing onto your body which he kept rubbing off with his thumb, licking it clean in between his tender sucks. 

Your pussy is wet and you can feel the slick folds gliding against each other and you squirm slightly from the attention, feeling like you might sob from the comfort of your husband’s mouth. It was so unconventional but it was helping you and the fact that he found you so appealing even when you were dripping milk felt so powerful, your inner feminine psyche purring at the knowledge. You begin to rhythmically rock your hips, getting friction between your legs.

Noticing this, Kento smoothly slips a hand under your skirt, pushing aside your soaked panties to gently rub and roll your clit. You rest your head on his shoulder, moaning quietly, feeling the promise of a very delicious orgasm building inside your belly, heat rushing towards your core, little jitters of electricity running down your spine. Kento’s name spills from your lips, your fingers tightening on the locks of blonde strands, eyes closing in ecstasy…

“Nanami, I wanted to-” All the sensation stops suddenly as Kento’s office door opens, and Kento, lips glistening with milk, glances over your shoulder to see Satoru walk in, dumbfounded. 

Gojo’s eyes widen slightly in shock, and you’re thankful your back is facing the door, torso covered by your shirt, but it was obvious what was happening. Kento’s hands deftly hold the sides of your shirt closed, pulling you closer to him. He licks his lips clean and talks in a surprisingly calm voice to Satoru.

“Gojo. Didn’t expect to see you.”

“And I would have expected you to lock the door Nanami,” Gojo says pointedly. “What’s going on here?”

Nanami’s voice becomes professional and practical within a split second, the transition amazing you. For a man who was discovered nursing from his wife, he was surprisingly composed. 

“As you’re well aware Gojo, my wife just had a baby. We might be a top Jujutsu school, but we lack a lot of facilities needed to support women returning to the workforce as mothers. I was merely helping my wife through a difficult time. Since you are not a parent, you wouldn’t be aware of how painful it is for milk to remain for too long in the breast.” Kento looks at Satoru almost defiantly as though daring the white-haired man to challenge him. 

Instead, your heart skips a beat as you hear a soft click of the door being locked, and footsteps as Satoru moves towards both of you, coming behind Kento and leaning over his shoulder to take a look. Your clit throbs in unbearable arousal, wedged against Kento’s calloused fingertips as Satoru, eyes covered by the blindfold, appraises you, before asking Kento, “Won’t it get messy if her other breast leaks freely like that?”

He gestures towards the streaks of milk on your abdomen and Kento nods. “It does.” Then he looks at you. “Honey, do you think you want extra help?”

You turn red but at the same time, the idea is appealing, turning you on even further. Kento suckling your milk was one thing, but the thought of another man also drinking your milk simultaneously was turning you on like crazy. You look at Kento and there’s no judgment in his eyes. You nod your consent and Satoru shuffles to your other side as Kento lets go of the shirt, and takes your free nipple into his hot, moist mouth.

It was exquisite, feeling your milk flow, the soft sounds of slurping filling the office as both men drank your milk like an elixir, Kento’s fingers softly rubbing circles on your engorged nub, your gasps and moans filling the air as they suckled to their heart’s content.

Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined yourself in a situation like this but it was happening and despite knowing this began as a pain relief exercise, you were thoroughly enjoying yourself, body becoming a mess of pleasure as your nipples flowed freely into their eager mouths. 

“She’s so sweet Nanami,” Satoru murmurs before quickly placing his lips back onto your moistened bud. 

“Don’t hog all her milk Gojo. Remember she’s mine.” 

An urgent need grips your body as they talk, Nanami’s fingers bringing you close to the edge. The fact that they were fighting over you, over your milk, was another delightful turn-on, suckling almost competitively now, as though trying to see who could drink more from you.

Your cries become shamefully louder and abandoned, feeling the way your abdominal muscles clench, the way your pussy flutters in desperation until a hot wave of gratification hits your body like a shock, sending pulses of pleasure flowing through your body. Neither of them stop, gently nudging you through your orgasm until the last throb of pleasure vanishes away. 

Neither of them let go, however, and continue to drink from you. 

“Guys?” You tap their shoulders, and they look up at you, Kento’s whiskey eyes hazy, Satoru’s blue ones covered by the blindfold, both of their mouths still suckling relentlessly. “Shouldn’t we stop?”

At your question, it becomes obvious neither of them wants to let go. With a sigh, you lay back on Kento’s desk, folding your hands behind your head, letting them nurse, playing with their hair. If they wanted to waste an afternoon on your breasts, the least you could do was get comfortable. 

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