#cockwarming for ts

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . WARM ME UP ; — cock-warming various blue lock boys.

FEATURING: nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru + mikage reo.

warnings: f!reader, cockwarming, all characters written 22+, a little teasing in some, slight somno in bachi’s [hes inside of u before ur asleep], slight body worship (?) in reo’s, sensitive boys mostly. note: my mind spiralled w nagi’s first so that’s why his is longer but i decided 2 make it into hcs.

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO

“fuck—ah, y’re g’nna make me die, quit feeling sooo good ‘ts no fair.” nagi murmurs from where he’s got you spread across his lap, resting on the edge of his bed with his cock buried in your sweet walls as he tries to beat his own high score on his game.

you’d gotten a little bored watching him, a little needy as you pressed yourself up against him and admired the way he’d bite on his lower lip as he concentrated, skilful fingers tapping at the buttons on his controller as small, low grunts of frustration fell from his parted lips.

but nagi had welcomed you so easily when you’d made your way into his lap, lifting up his arms to allow you to slide right in before he sent you a lidded, questioning look when he felt you pull at the waistband of his sweats. “huh? ‘m in a game right now, angel.”

“it’ll help you concentrate, sei.. promise.”

it’s doing anything but though, the snowy-haired striker underneath you realises with another needy, warm twitch of your walls around him. even just the press of your chest against his is driving him crazy, feeling you press kisses along his jawline when he whines from missing another shot — he can barely concentrate on anything but you.

“no fair.. you made me miss another headshot, pretty thing.” nagi grumbles as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, sighing while a tight, cute pout rests on his lips. but it’s almost like an apology, the sinful press of your hips against his as you push closer — just enough to knock the air out of him when you press his cock even deeper into you.

“hey, c-come on! angel, y’re playing dirty, wanna up my online ranking.” there’s an unsteady waver to his words that’s followed by the instinctive twitch of his hips into yours, like he’s chasing more of the friction you're teasing him with as he sighs.

“think of it as a boss fight, sei.. don’t wanna make it too easy.” your words are whispery and pretty as you pull back to trace your fingertip across the shape of nagi’s jawline — drawing his full attention as his head twists to look at you. hes starry eyed and dazed, flushed from his cheeks to his neck and you’re pretty sure the eye contact alone makes his cock twitch from where it’s pressed into you.

“eh, ‘ts no fair when you know all my weaknesses, pretty thing. gotta try somethin’ else, i guess.” it’s drawled, filthy the low tone his voice takes before he’s drawing closer to kiss you, whimpering against your lips before he’s forgetting the controller in favour of grabbing you instead.

the quick movements are followed by your back meeting the mattress as he presses you into the sheets with every deep, messy press of his lips. “sei! your game.” you gasp when your words urge his first real thrust into you, so deep and good that your toes curl from where they’re wrapped around his hips.

“eh, it’s fine.. ‘ll beat it later, f-fuck—wanna win this side quest first.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI SAE

sae was tired from practice today, but you were feeling particularly needy and as much as his muscles ached — he still couldn’t help but use this opportunity to his advantage, especially when you were already palming at him just as he returned home.

“i’ve been at practice all day, know i’m tired. is this how you welcome me home?” he drawls from where he’s got you spread out against him — your back is resting against his chest as your head rolls back against his shoulder, thighs hooked over his own as his fingers circle your clit — unmoving even though his cock is already buried deep inside of you.

there’s a certain sharpness to sae’s tone that makes you twitch, shaking your head against him as your nails scratch along his forearm. you’re so desperate for him, for him to move and fuck you — it wouldn’t take much, not when he’s touching you just right, but it’s not enough — he knows that.

“just need you, sae. i, ah—missed you today..” your hips twitch above him, an obvious little plea as his cock brushes along the spongy spot inside of you but he’s too fast, sighing before his free hand is pressing your hips back tight against his.

"how much?" sae grunts with the sweet, frustrated whine that pushes past your lips as he grinds up into you - offering you an inch before he takes it from you completely, pressing a kiss against your shoulder after like hes trying to soothe you. "how much did you miss me, hm?"

the way he presses into your clit is deliberate, baring down harder on the puffy bud until you’re thighs are shaking and twitching, begging for him to hurry up and move. your lips part, head lolling back against his shoulder before he’s pressing another smeared kiss against your cheek, and sending you a sharp looks that’s urging you to hurry up and answer.

“so much, missed you so much! been waiting for you, sae.. wanted you here.” your voice breaks under the weight of your arousal but you swear you feel sae’s cock twitch at the sound. it’s followed by a low hum, like he’s considering your answer before his hand on your hip eases — finally letting you move with another slow roll of his own that presses his cock against the swollen, sweet spots inside of you.

“then take what you need, sweetheart. don’t keep me waiting.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI RIN

it was impossible to move rin from his place on the couch when he’s examining team plays, his own most importantly — teeth gritting with concentration despite the way you’re pressed into his chest, palming at his body as his cock rests inside of your slick cunt.

but as good as it feels, finally having him buried in you like you asked, you’d rather he was moving — turning you to putty above him and fucking every single thought out of your mind that wasn’t him. so you decide to test the boundaries a little, shifting your hips deliberately until you feel his large palms squeeze at your hips and your boyfriend hiss from between his teeth.

“quit— fuck, quit it.” you almost shiver at the low, sharp tone rin’s voice takes but you can tell there’s no real irritation behind it when you notice the unsteady rise and fall of his chest. he’s just as wound up as you are, his brows crumbling as he tries to focus on the tv infront of him — nibbling on his lower lip to distract him from the warm squeeze of your walls.

“you said you wouldn’t move..” he grits, still refusing to meet your gaze despite the way every squeeze of your hands across his body makes his breathing hitch. you’ve got him so fucking wound up, he’s so lukewarm — so sensitive, he can’t even control himself for 10 fucking minutes.

“but i need you, rin. not my fault you feel so good.” rin can feel the back of his neck stinging with a flush when you smear a kiss along his jawline, making his fingers squeeze even tighter into your hips before he’s growling under his breath. but the way you purr when he readjusts himself beneath you, melting into him with a tiny, slight grind of his cock into you makes him feel fucking dizzy.

it’s fast, the way he’s suddenly readjusting his feet and beginning a pace that’s too quick, and if it wasn’t for his grip on you — you’d have bounced off of his lap completely. every wet smack of his hips is loud and clapping and driven by the pure determination to feel you creaming around him as he sends the game on the tv a lidded glare.

“can’t even control yourself—uggh, shit—you’ve got until the first half finishes to cum or ‘m stopping.. and you better—take all of it.”

✩ ˛˚ . BACHIRA MEGURU

it had become sort of a routine at this point, bachira would come home from practice — wound up and so fucking hard before he was fucking you senseless, followed by him falling asleep pressed up against you while his cock still rested inside of your cunt.

you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t comfortable though and he knew exactly how to get you to accept, bathing you in wet presses of his lips and low chuckles. “jus’ wanna feel you round me, baby. m’kay? sleep sooo good like that, so warm.” you couldn’t deny him, not when you’re still coming down from the orgasm he’s dug out of you.

but now, you feel yourself wake up from your own nap — roused by the sudden movement behind you as you feel bachira’s chest press tighter against your back — followed by the sudden, deep press of his cock along the still swollen spots inside of you. “baby~ already so wet, should’a just woke me up if you wanted it, gotta take care of you.. m’kay?”

you’re not sure if it’s the sleep that still laces your body but you already feel like putty at his touch, he’s deliberately grazing his cock along the spots that crave him most — sending intoxicating little aftershocks through your body that have you gasping with every quick thrust.

bachira chuckles when your lips part to moan, followed by another loud, wet smack of his hips as his head rests against the back of your shoulder. “already so wet, baby. mhm.. you been dreaming ‘bout me? feels like you have~” he sings, whimpers when he feels you squeeze around him at the words but that only pushes him to go faster, deeper.

it’s hard to believe he was sleeping a moment ago with how well he’s working your body, palming and grabbing at your figure as moans fall from his lips — burying them into your skin as he smears kisses along your shoulders. every deep press of his cock is eased by the remnants of both your previous orgasms, squelching loudly as he pushes himself even deeper.

“awww~ i knew you wanted it, baby. mhm— ah! just gotta ask, can make you feel so good~ lemme take care of you, m’kay?”

✩ ˛˚ . MIKAGE REO

reo was obsessed with you, that much was obvious — although he’d spend his whole day proving it to you if he had to. every touch of his hands on your skin made you melt into him, he worked you with such precision but such a gentleness that you couldn’t help but seek out more.

but these moments specifically were some of your favourites, the ones when he’s pulled you onto his lap — onto his cock as his fingers leave featherlight touches along your skin as he looks up at you. it was intoxicating, to watch him appreciate every part of you, taking a slow, languid palmful of your breast as he loses himself in the mindless squeeze of your walls around him.

“does that feel good, bunny? yeah?” reo asks as his breathing cools the spit he’s left across your tits, giving you a lidded — dazed look until you’re nodding out a yes and he’s messily dragging his tongue along your nipple. you feel dizzy with how good it feels, every squeeze of his palm as he suckles at your nipples languidly, massaging and pinching at you as you try your best to keep your hips still.

but every lav of his tongue, every slow and mindless roll of it over your aching tits makes him twitch from where he’s buried in you but he’s too intoxicated, too enamoured by the way your walls squeeze with every swipe of his muscle against you.

“fuck, bunny. look so pretty, keep still for me. kay?” it almost hurts how tight your fingers are digging into reo’s shoulders with your sweet little uh huh, followed by another dreamy whimper as he suckles kisses from one breast to the next. his cheeks and chin are slick with his own spit from every sloppy press of his lips against you, and it feels so fucking good despite the way his cock still hasn’t moved inside of you.

a shaky sound breaks from his lips when you let your head roll back, your hands smoothing through his hair before the pull at the roots and he feels like he could fucking cum right there and then. you feel fucking boneless above him, melting with every greedy palm and press of his lips and hands.

“that’s it, bunny. wanna see how much you need me first.”

© 2023 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[whereireid]

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐰/ 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

a/n: a very short drabble about daddy quaritch and his bunny (me) warnings: cockwarming, cum, nickname (bunny), daddy!kink, power imbalance, established relationship

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There’s a shuffling of hips, followed swiftly by quiet grunts of frustration, and the feeling of Quaritch’s slender blue fingers digging into your thighs.

“What are you doing? I said don’t move, bunny.”

Silence beats through the air for a second - an innocent pause, and you squeeze your eyes shut, breathing in deeply through your mouth. It’s hard to ignore the throbbing of Quaritch’s cock as you clench around him. It consumes you, drowns you like an alarming wave, and you whimper as he shuffles slightly, his strong hands holding you in place.

It’s dreadful how his cum leaks out of your pussy so slowly. Dreadful how he watches, his thumb smearing his cum over your cunt, trying to keep it as close to your hole as possible. You hiss in result, bucking forwards, your breath sharp as his cock presses wonderfully against the sensitive bud inside of your pussy.

“Bunny, you’re terrible at listening to your daddy today.” It makes you pout when his heavy balls smack against your ass slightly as he repositions himself, looking at your cunt, satisfied with how red and swollen it looks.

“Sorry, ‘ts just hurting.”

You involuntarily clench around him again when he slides a finger up the slits of your cunt. Quaritch tuts, his hot breath heavy against your neck. You’re so tight, your cunts restraint on him so constricting it feels like you’re trying to milk him again.

And maybe you are. “You want some more of daddy’s milk, bunny?” Quaritch pouts mockingly, grinning to himself as you mewl and readjust your legs. There’s a dull pain which is numbing your senses - perhaps it’s caused by the antagonizing throbbing of his cock inside of you every few seconds.

Your head lulls against his chest. “I want more,” you breathe, accepting that your fate tonight is to sit here, ready and wanting for whenever Quaritch wants.

[quinloki]

I was wondering if you could do Ace, Sabo and Koby(if not comfortable I understand, maybe Marco? Or someone of your choice if you'd like ^^)

I was wondering if you could do Begging, Dacryphilia, and cockwarming.

Thank youuuuu!!! I hope you have a lovely day <3!!

I did say over 18 and Koby is over 18. Plus that boy's glow up was something else. The only one I know of that tops it (heh, tops) is - in my opinion - Eustass Kid. Yeah, his pre-ts look was good and punk, but gods and demons he got so thicc.

Okay, my personal thirsts aside, let's get into this. And thank you anon for being preemptively okay with allowing me to pick someone else if I wasn't comfortable with Koby - I appreciate that kind of looking out from peeps <3

Dacryphilia is, I believe, the crying kink - not necessarily distress, but all aspects of it. Okay \o/ let's do this by Kink.

Begging:

Ace - Yes - He's not so sure about this at first, and he caves to your begging very quickly the first couple times, but after getting to think on it a bit he leans into it. How creative can you get? How bad do you want him to just rail you? It doesn't have to be verbal either, Ace is perfectly happy with you begging visually - from rubbing up against him, to holding yourself open.

He's a simple guy who appreciates simple pleasures, and he never makes you beg for too long.

Sabo - FUCK Yes - there's a bit of madness in this boy, and if you want to stoke those flames then he's not going to stop you. Sabo is a little unsure at first, but finds he really likes it. Visually, and verbally, and it's his job to make sure you're doing a good job, so he's constantly pushing you to beg better.

Certainly your vocabulary is large enough to get creative? Oh you kneel so prettily beneath him, but you're smart enough to be more enticing than that, aren't you? It's cute when you blush, like you're not literally begging for this, maybe if you beg well enough you'll be flushed all the way down to your chest.

Koby - Sure? - He might be canonically 18, but he's got slowburn vibes to me, and I think you'd be dating him at least two years before things progressed into a bedroom of any kind. (He's just so heckin' sweet), but once you get there you find he's open to trying pretty much anything. He's pretty solidly a switch, maybe leans a little more toward sub than dom, and top more than bottom, but he's here to learn and see you both satisfied by the end of it.

And he learns well. Koby is a smart, hard working, and dedicated student no matter the material or situation. Whether you're begging him, or he's begging you, the part that makes it good for him is knowing how it positively effects you.

Dacryphilia:

Ace - Yes mostly. - Ace doesn't want to see you sad or in heart-pain. He's okay with happy tears, he doesn't panic regardless of the tears, but once he adapts to you a little he has to admit he likes kissing away your tears, brushing them off your face and reassuring you, smiling with you, being in that emotion alongside you - whatever caused it - and dealing with it.

When you cry specifically because he's teasing you or overwhelming you with pleasure, he really likes those tears. He can't even really apologize for teasing you, there's just something about it that makes his heart thump a little harder.

Sabo - FUCK Yes - Please do cry for him. He doesn't want you crying because he's physically hurting you (he doesn't want you crying because he's legitimately mentally harming you either), but he does love when you cry. Maybe he bullied you, maybe the crop did it, maybe his hand did it, maybe he fucked those tears out of you. Whatever caused it there's just something about your tears that turns things up for him.

Now, if someone else causes you to cry that's entirely different. He's the only one allowed to make you cry, and certainly the one meant to soothe you afterward. Sabo's aftercare game is good too, so there's never anything that lingers poorly afterward.

Koby - No - Tears make Koby panic. Good tears, bad tears, he doesn't handle any of them well. Least of all when they're coming from you. If you cry when you're cumming it's going to take him some time to not panic when it happens - communication, obviously, is key.

Now on the flip side, Koby will let you bully him to tears. He doesn't mind crying for you and is closer to Sure on the subject. He's a little prone to tears anyway, so he's just glad you're not (legitimately) teasing him for it.

Cockwarming:

Ace - I guess - The lack of movement means Ace is prone to falling asleep with this particular kink. He's not against it, so long as you're not going to be mad if/when he falls asleep, but he also doesn't want to fall asleep when he's with you. He'd rather keep things moving so he keeps moving.

Sabo - Oh god you have no idea - He loves being buried deep inside you, and Sabo doesn't often get the chance to just stay still. He's in a busy position, so these moments are some of his favorite. There's so much bundled up into it for him as well - control, patience, will, teasing, pleasing, begging - it's the best when he can have you crying and begging for him to move, for him to let you move, when all your little shifts and twitches haven't been quite enough to tempt him.

You're so close to him the whole time. So touchable, so easy to caress, so delighted as his low voice slips softly into you - even and gentle and undeniably in control.

Koby - Yes - Surprisingly Yes. He almost never outlasts you, and sometimes he just ends up pinning you and taking you and it's about as aggressive as he gets. You teased him for his lack of will once because of it, and he had you begging and crying for him to move and he did. not. cave. He actually threatened to just leave you completely unsatisfied until you apologized.

I... huh.

Kind of broke my brain with that last sentence, that's all I got.

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[isylovesbigboys]

• — 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 !! : 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ・❥・

notes: this wasn’t my best work;; my original post got deleted and I continued this one instead. I hope you enjoy :3

cw: ts!kazutora, switch!kazu, switch!reader, possibly very ooc just me being delulu

: ̗̀➛ this poor man lack’s experience in this field, he’ll be nervous and quite hesitant to begin with. He’ll let you take the lead having you in complete control

: ̗̀➛ is a shy kisser, he’ll avoid eye contact and stiffens up when your lips touch though after some encouragement he’ll be burning with passion

: ̗̀➛ loves praise, being told that he’s a “good boy” or “you’re doing so well” encourages him to go above and beyond

: ̗̀➛ absolutely loves it when you kiss on his neck, you’ll kiss him nice and slow, sucking deeply on his neck leaving marks all the way down to his collar bone

: ̗̀➛ loves being toyed with over his clothes, palm him through his jeans and he’ll go wild, loves you teasing him

: ̗̀➛ speaking of teasing, being teased with toys will melt him- tie that man to a chair with a light vibe going and he will be begging you for a release-

: ̗̀➛ will act bratty so he can receive a “punishment”- a simple spank or edging him will make him whine

: ̗̀➛ he’s a fan of cockwarming; he likes it after sex as a way to relax and to come down from his high

: ̗̀➛ his favourite position is missionary. He likes looking into your eyes all romantic and being all cute and mushy, he enjoys the feeling of ‘feeling connected’ with his partner

: ̗̀➛ he’s super sweet in bed, he’ll worry about accidentally hurting you if he tries something more intense, he will always clarify when changing positions or trying out a new thing many times to know you’re sure

: ̗̀➛ loves lazily eating you out, he’ll go agonisingly slow and lightly drag his fingers down your hips. He’ll leave plenty of sloppy kisses and hickies down your thighs as well whilst he fingers you

: ̗̀➛ gets super embarrassed when you’re on top, when you ride him you hold his arms down so he can’t hide himself from you

: ̗̀➛ you’ve caught him humping his pillow before, you walked in on him as he was finishing. It turned you on soo much you told him to do it again, he’s didn’t need to be told twice

: ̗̀➛ enjoys mutual masturbation

[jadedxhearts]

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

༺♡༻ ༺♡༻ ༺♡༻

All SFW works can be found in this tag link. All fics listed here are NSFW. Any other warnings are included in the post.

°˖✧˚ʚ��ɞ˚✧˖° Oneshots °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°

❥︎ Jealousy

❥︎ “I’m in love with you”

❥︎ Devil Fruit Misuse

❥︎ Desperation

❥︎ A Gift

❥︎ Learning Together

❥︎ Let Her Know

❥︎ Pretty Little Prize

❥︎ Overheard

❥︎ A New Desire

❥︎ Silence

❥︎ Bikini

❥︎ Fascination

❥︎ Sweet Dreams

❥︎ Tied Up

❥︎ Captured

❥︎ Relax With Me

❥︎ Passing Time

❥︎ Black Lace

❥︎ Doctor Feelgood

❥︎ The Demon's Lover

❥︎ What Lies In The Jungle

°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖° Headcanons/Blurbs/Other °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°

❥︎ Cockwarming Punishment

❥︎ Law with a boob fixation

❥︎ Law with a breast feeding kink (part 2 to the hc above)

❥︎ Mirror-Sex with Law

❥︎ Pre-TS Law’s Sex Drive/Riskiness HCs

❥︎ Sex with fem! Law

❥︎ Mutual masturbation- in person/over the phone

❥︎ Submitting to female Law

❥︎ How Law Orgasms

❥︎ Filming Together

❥︎ Teasing You In Public

❥︎ Filming Together pt. 2

2022 Law Birthday/Kinktober Requests:

❥︎ req 1, req 2, req 3, req 4, req 5, req 6, req 7

Virgin Law AU Headcanons:

❥︎ scenario 1, scenario 2, scenario 3, scenario 4, scenario 5, scenario 6, scenario 7

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[wri0thesley]

Uhhhh Risotto having his s/o cockwarm him right during a meeting (and he's not bothering to hide it at all) to show the rest of the team that they belong to him? I'm always thirsty for cockwarming content

reminder - risotto x reader (1.5k)

NOT SFW/18+ ONLY

afab reader, fem pronouns (bella, cara). 

public play, cockwarming

They are staring at you, and you can’t blame them. 

Risotto had suggested it, you think, as a joke - the first time, anyway. You’d been beneath him in bed, breathless, his body caging yours and your hips and breasts shaking with every thrust of your boyfriend’s powerful body. He’d been growling out things low under his breath about how well you fitted him, how tight you were around his cock, and he’d said . . . Well.

“You were made for this, weren’t you?” He’d growled, low, his voice making gooseflesh rise along your arms and your spine prickle. “You were made to take my cock.”

“Y-yes,” you’d panted back, giving him as good as you got, bouncing your hips, his cock filling you up to the brim until you felt so full you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to live without it buried to the hilt inside you. “I w-was made to take your cock--”

“This is . . .” He’d breathed, between strokes that had you seeing stars. “What you’re good for . . . I should just have you on my cock all of the time . . . At my desk, in restaurants, in meetings in front of the rest of the team . . . so they can see how well you take me and what you were made to do--”

You’d come, at his last suggestion - the thought of being bounced on Risotto’s cock in front of the rest of your team, his arms wrapped around you, his face perfectly serene as you bit your lip and tried to hide your face and not moan too loudly pushing you over the edge so you’d tumbled through your own release with the spasm of your channel around him and the gush of wetness coating his cock. 

Risotto had come moments afterwards, spurred on by his own dirty talk and just how good your body had felt as you come. And he’d looked down at your face, flushed and red, and your heaving chest and he’d remembered just what it was that had tipped you into ecstasy. 

Risotto is very good at remembering. 

He’d asked you to set up for this meeting with him; sort out some paperwork and make sure that everyone knew where they were going and had all the information they needed. Some of the other members had shot you knowing looks as you’d followed Risotto into the dining room - and it’s not like you hadn’t been on your knees in front of Risotto and given him a few blowjobs before meetings in the past. They were just remembering facts (Illuso had let you know once, helpfully, after the whole meeting had gone by that you’d had Risotto’s come on your cheek as you’d helped give out assignments). 

You hadn’t expected, as the rest of your team had filed in, Risotto to ask you to take your seat and motioned at his lap. 

“Capo?” You’d asked, biting your lip, eyeing Risotto’s knee. “I’m . . . surely I’d be better off on a seat?”

“Better off than on my cock, amore?” He’d asked, and not a single member of La Squadra would dare to say something about it, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel the spike of tension in the air. Will you give them a show? Is Risotto bluffing?

You bite your lip, but you can already feel stirrings between your thighs - and you know Risotto’s face well enough to see the slight curl in his lip. Slowly, he crooks one finger and beckons you over - and, like you’re hypnotised, you go. You would do anything Risotto Nero asks of you.

“Amore?”  He asks, teasing, and you swear you hear Melone whisper ‘holy shit’ beneath his breath. “Are you going to take your seat?” You look down and see that there’s an impressive bulge in Risotto’s tight trousers and your throat goes dry. 

“Yes,” you breathe. You’re lucky, you suppose, that when you crawl onto Risotto’s lap you’re able to position yourself with your head on his shoulder so as not to see the scandalised looks of his team, but you still hear the light groan and the intake of breath as you do it and show your deference to your capo. Risotto’s big hand is on your bare thigh, pushing your underwear to one side. He chuckles lowly and says - more to the room than you;

“You’re soaking, cara.”

You want to whisper back into his ear that he’s hard enough to drive holes through his trousers, that he’s rock-solid and huge, that he’s clearly just as wanting as you - but you do not, too overwhelmed by his easy manhandling of you. There’s the zip of his fly (your body covers his cock, but someone must get a good view of it as you gently lift yourself to take him inside you, because Formaggio’s whistle is impressed), and then suddenly the slick tip of his cockhead is pressing at your entrance and your breath comes out slow and measured as you start to take him. 

No matter how many times you do this, there’s a stretch to it. Risotto is big, and nothing is ever really preparation for him - your fingers curl into his shoulders, your breath a steady gasp, as you gently lower yourself more and more. About five inches down, you begin to feel pushed to your limit. Eight inches down, and you’re certain he’s going to break you apart--

Nine and a half inches, and you’re as full as any one person could surely ever be, and your throat is dry and you know the sound of your heavy breathing is the loudest thing in the whole room. 

“Now,” Risotto says, as you press your face into the crook of his neck and whimper, “shall we get started?”

His voice does not even pitch. He’s perfectly even and assured as he talks to his subordinates, though their own voices are a little strangled at the show that’s just happened in front of them. You breathe in his aftershave - blood and metal and a hint of smoky incense - and try to keep your whimpering noises to a minimum whenever Risotto shifts just the tiniest bit. You try to not let the feel of his hands on your hips drive you to distraction. To not let the pulse in his throat, so close to your lips, tempt you into kissing and biting him. 

But if you do nothing . . . there’s the torturous stretch of him inside you, pressed against all of those soft spots in your walls that could have you moaning and coming but not really stoking the fire within you. There’s the fact your clit is pressed against his pelvis but the swollen little nub isn’t being paid the slightest bit of attention. You try - oh, you try - but your entire body is begging for more than Risotto is willing to give you yet. 

Thankfully, Risotto does not let you get away with nothing for long. The meeting does not drag on for longer than it should (though every moment feels like torture as you long for Risotto to touch and stroke and fuck and push you over the edge). You count off the assignments - and when Risotto clears his throat, seven out of nine targets assigned, hope springs anew in your chest.

“I’ve noticed you all watching,” Risotto says, as he reaches the final assignment (for Sorbet and Gelato). “I know you must think that this is a . . . uncouth display. But I wanted to remind you . . .” Risotto’s fingers twist in your hair, gently tugging at you. “That . . . I have a claim on this one. Turn your pretty face around, bella. Let them see how well I fill you up.”

Your face is red and hot as Risotto maneuvers your head to look at your teammates (with the shift, his cock rubs against that rough spot that has you seeing stars, and a wanton moan falls from your mouth that has Pesci biting his lip and flushing crimson). 

“You’re mine,” Risotto reminds you. “Tell them that you’re mine.”

“I-I’m yours,” you say, light-headed and needy. “I belong to m-my Capo . . .”

“Good, good. And . . . what were you made for doing, amore?”

“Keeping his cock warm,” you say, barely thinking. “Bouncing on his lap, being filled up by him, keeping him happy--”

Melone’s eyes are hungry. The rest of La Squadra are dark of gaze, some of their chests heaving, and if you were in any position to concentrate on anything no doubt some hardness would be making itself apparent in their crotches. But you cannot concentrate on anything but the pulsing within you and Risotto’s cock and how much you want to be allowed to come.

“Good,” Risotto says, the smirk in his voice audible. “Well. I think we’ve properly established that, haven’t we?”

“Yes,” comes the assent, the embarrassed murmur. You haven’t noticed eyes on you - but Risotto clearly has. And clearly the jealousy has been eating away at him, to have  you so shamelessly like this in front of them and stake his claim so entirely. Your body throbs at the thought of him being possessive - of Risotto being jealous. He’s usually so even-tempered . . . Knowing he wants you drives you mad with need.

“Then . . . I think that perhaps you should all leave.” Risotto’s hands come to rest on your hips again, letting you turn your head back and pull back a little (the jolt of pleasure and friction at the drag of his cock makes your eyes roll back into your head. “I believe I have some business to attend to.”

[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟ nights where you get to watch nagi game are some of your favourites.

♱ warnings — f!reader, cockwarming, all characters are 18+, this is probably very cliche but i literally lub him sososoosoo much⋮ note. u are about to see me absolutely lose my mind 4 dis dude ;>

long nights spent wrapped up in nagi’s blankets in his room usually always end up the same way. you end up tired of watching the way his slender fingers expertly press at his phone screen. “seishiro.. let me in.” your voice raking up a pitch into that whispery, pretty tone you know he’s weak too.

a sudden neediness boils in your stomach when he bites on his lower lip in concentration until you’re crawling onto his lap, straddling his waist to press your chest against his and earning a few grumbles from your snowy haired boyfriend beneath you as he wraps his arms around your waist.

his concentration returning back to the screen as his tongue peeks out from between his lips and he rests his chin over your shoulder.

but nagi doesn’t complain too much when your hands reach to pull his cock out of his pyjama pants, instead you earn an almost pleased sigh from him when he feels your fingers wrap around the shaft. his thick thighs spread almost too eagerly when you lift your hips from his, pulling your panties to the side to allow his suddenly aching cock to slide along your glistening folds.

“pretty thing. fuck, ‘ts like a power up.“ nagi grumbles against your shoulder as he rocks lazily into you, his forearms tightening around you as his clicking on the phone screen gets more erractic—desperate.

you roll your hips languidly, soaking him to the base before you begin to sink down onto his cock, pulling a sharp groan from him that he buries into your skin between kisses below you as your pussy clenches harder around him the deeper he goes.

but the dizzy spin in your head has you arching your chest against his, pushing more of his fat cock into your flexing walls until you feel him glide past the spot that has your whole body twitching in his hold.

and you’re not sure anymore if his hissed curses are because he keeps missing hits in the game or because the needy hug of your pussy is making him feel lightheaded, hearing his character take more damage the deeper he goes.

“oh, come on, angel. gotta wait ‘til i clear this boss.. no fair.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[ceijoh]

CEIJOH’S MASTERLIST

–sorted by school, then by genre–

[for headcanons/short scenarios that contain multiple characters will be listed at the bottom]

*other manga/anime characters can be found at the bottom*

key:

angst (a)

fluff (f)

smut (s)

time-skip (ts)

AOBA JOHSAI

full fics

seijoh 4

but i love you, so please, let me go

[You knew that it was going to happen, you’ve prepared yourself this whole year for it, so why does it still break your heart watching your best friends take their final step from high school?]

themes: angst, fluff, comfort fic

headcanons

seijoh 4

busy thinking about the seijoh 4 boys (18+ ed)

[Various headcanons about the seijoh 4 boys and you. 18+ only]

themes: gangbangs, mention of drugs, double penetration, orgy, public sex, cockwarming, spit kink, ass play, cumplay, somnophilia

how the seijoh 4 boys eat you out (18+)

themes: cumplay, eating out, spit kink, choking, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism,  gangbangs 

m. issei

you get jealous of their manager (a) (f) (s)

themes: jealousy, angst, fluff, suggestive themes

FUKURODANI

b.kotaro

you get jealous of their manager (a) (f)

themes: jealous, angst, fluff

INARIZAKI

full fics

multiple boys 

osamu x f!reader x suna x atsumu (ts) (s) 18+ 

[You fuck Osamu and Suna, and then Atsumu joins in.]

themes: cumplay, choking, foursome/orgy, mxm action, implied cheating by both osamu and reader, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, rough sex, implied double penetration (at the end), breathplay, spit kink, past threesome mentioned

s. rintaro

lollipop (f) (s) (ts) mdni 18+

[Suna wants to share his lollipop with you.]

themes: smut, inappropriate use of a lollipop, dry humping, humping, cum play, kinda spit-kink

m. atsumu

but i love you, so please let me go (a) (ts)

[In hindsight, it really wasn’t supposed to end like this. If this had to end in Atsumu’s book, it would have ended in a different way.]

themes: angst, allusions to infidelity

18th of June [18:56] (a) (ts) part two to ‘but i love you, so please let me go’

[It’s funny how someone in your life can go from what you call ‘home’ -that brings you warmth, safety and comfort, to someone when you think of their name your heart suddenly feels heavy, a tight uncomfortable grip on your throat appears.]

themes: angst, allusions to past infidelity

24th of September [20:38] (f) (ts)

[You trusted each other, that’s why your relationship worked, that’s why at night when Atsumu’s away in a different country for a match you can sleep peacefully. You can disregard any rumours or ‘news’ that comes up on your feed, or from your friends with a wave of your hand.]

themes: a little bit of angst, fluff

you get jealous of their manager (a) (f) (s)

themes: jealousy, angst, fluff, suggestive themes

just him [a] [f]

[Atsumu just wants to plan his proposal to you. Will it go the way he wants to?]

themes: angst (if you squint), fluff, humour

cockwarming the setters (s)

[You cockwarm Atsumu.]

themes: smut, cockwarming, spit kink, degradation, choking

they snap at you pt 1 [atsumu and aone] (a) (ts)

themes: angst 

holy ground (a) (f) (ts)

[In which Miya Atsumu is completely in love with you and you find that very hard to believe.]

themes: angst, humour, fluff

my wish is you (a) (f) (ts)

[Where his best friend is in love with him.]

themes: angst, jealousy, insecurities, doubts, fluff

m. osamu 

osamu gets a new set of knives and you want to play (s) (ts)

themes: DARK CONTENT, kn*fe play, bl**d play, impact play, choking, degradation, rough sex, hickeys (both osamu & reader), creampie, biting (reader bites osamu hard enough to draw blood)

you get jealous of a manager  (a) (f)

[themes: jealousy, angst, self-doubt, osamu is kinda toxic here ngl but he makes up for it, fluff]

ITACHIYAMA

s.kiyoomi

contrition (a) (f) 

[Sakusa was never good at voicing out his feelings for you and he fears that because of this he doesn’t deserve you.]

themes: angst -on sakusa’s part, fluff

KARASUNO 

s.daichi

you get jealous of their manager (a) (f) (s)

themes: jealousy, angst, smut, fluff

NEKOMA

k.tetsuro 

you get jealous of a manager during training camp (a) (f) (s)

themes: jealousy, angst, fluff, smut 

10:53 am (a) 

[You’re tired of Kuroo flirting with other women.]

themes: angst

DATE TECH

a. takanobu 

they snap at you pt 1 [atsumu and aone] (a) (ts)

themes: angst

shiratorizawa

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS [HAIKYUU]

someone else tries to kiss them (a) (f)

the ones that realised too late (a) 

why you’ve never doubted their love for you (f)

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS [HAIKYUU FT. OTHER ANIME/MANGA]

it’s not cheating, right? 

[It’s not cheating if he doesn’t enter you, right?]

themes:infidelity (reader and character cheat with each other). smut, humping, grinding, over excessive use of the word ‘cunt’, implied creampie

who spits in your mouth vs who gets you to spit in their mouth 

[Who spits in your mouth vs who gets you to spit in their mouth.]

 themes: contents/warnings:18+, spit kink (duh), degradation, impact play, choking, boys being mean :( (but it’s okay because they do it out of love and you’re horny)

[huachengscrustybandages]

Do Armin headcanons bestie 👉👈

Ight bet. Armin for me is GOD. So ofc. Is it okay if I do NSFW and SFW hcs-?? +This is my first ask and my first time writing so I hope you like it- Enjoy. ^^

Tags!!!: Cringe, Cockwarming, Oral (Reader Receiving)

A/N: After a year of coming back to this I realized how much this sucks and might delete it

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~SFW Headcanons~

-Armin would 100% cuddle you whenever he gets the chance to.

-For example, you would be sitting on the couch and Armin would just plop himself right next to you and start nuzziling his face into your neck.

-Doesn't matter if you are in public or private, he'll do it either way. He doesn't care about the stares you guys get.

-You'll legit have to pry him off of you.

"Min. Stop."

"Why? You are so warm."

-He'll sometimes make you dinner or baked treats. Why? Because he loves the way your face lights up after seeing them.

"You baked these for me? They look delicious Minny!!"

"It's no big deal my dear."

-I feel like if you're are sick, he'll be the most attentive boyfriend.

-Hungry? He'll made you soup. Tired? He'll fluff your pillow and cover you all up in blankets and pillows!

-I feel like he wouldn't care if he got sick, he would still stick next to you till you are better.

"Minny. You'll get sick!"

"Who cares about that?"

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Smut Below The Cut

~NSFW Headcanons~

-Ngl, I feel like Armin is into cockwarming.

-He just loves the way your pussy/ass sucks him in.

"Minny~! I'm close~!"

"That's good. Cream on my cock/Cream my dear.~"

-Armin is either into really soft sex or really hardcore sex. Like he would piston into you at a non-human pace.

"A-a-A-ArmIN!! S-s-SloW dow-N!"

"Mm. I can't my dear Y/N. argh~ It feels TOO good."

-I feel like Armin is REALLY into eating you out/sucking you off. So much so you will have too pull his head away just to breath.

"Minny~!! 'ts too much!~" // You would try to push his head away.

"But it tastes too good!" // He would whine gripping your thighs.

[chemicalpink]

NSFW Drabble Game

Hello! I am almost at 400 followers and as a way to say thank you so much for reading my works and interacting with me, I thought to do a little game, all you have to do is send a Member + one of the following plots/number to my ask and I’ll make sure to grant you your headcannon.

Also, I made this little list from the bunch of thrist tweets of “the type to” so all due credits to thristy stan twitter. I had so much fun reading all.

Warning: smut

the type to have you backstage with the members and he sees you getting a little too “friendly” so he pulls you out the room and into the storage room as he slams the door pushes you against the door with his hands up your skirt whispering “know your place princess”

 the type to offer you back massage after you came home from work but slowly turning it into something more by starting to kiss down your spine

 the type to have pink furry handcuffs

the type to want your knee grinding against his dick while you make out in bed, and have you bite on his lips and pull away to tease him enough that he will flip you over on you chest and hit it with his legs holding yours down, his hand holding the crook of your neck too

the type to pin you against the wall as you two are having a heated make-out session, rubbing his leg against you, smirking when you moan from the contact. Draping your legs over his shoulder and eating you out like a full course five stars Michelin—holding eye contact.

the type to make you lean your head over the edge of the couch so he could fuck your throat, but you gotta tap when you need air, but he’s so pissed he keeps fucking a few seconds longer to make you lightheaded and see "those pretty tears on your cheeks"

the type to blindfold you and tie you to the bedpost. Clipping a vibrator into you at the highest speed as he watches from across the room, smirking when you overstimulate and beg him to stop it—only to fuck your mouth as you slobber over his dick

the type to ram into you with one of yo legs over his shoulder either on a table or desk with a " milk me fucking dry" between each thrust, then slaps his dick on your clit after cumming on your stomach

the type to whisper dirty things in your ear while he rearranges your gut. "Milk this dick, princess" while he's fucking you from the back, tugging on your hair every time you clench around him.

the type to wake you up by finger fucking you then after you cum he still keeps going but this time he adds pressure to your stomach and goes faster while telling you to take it as you moan and whine from overstimulation.

the type to cum in you, but will eat you out until you’re clean... like he the type to dive in your thighs and take his cum, mix it with his spit, and use that shit as lube to finger you real fast while flicking your clit as he makes out w it

the type to cockwarm at a cinema and thrust into you when there's a quiet scene while whispering "ah ah ah ahh~ don't want anyone to hear those pretty moans" and rub your clit while he pounding.

the type to fuck you against the mirror while yanking your hair, balls deep as they slap against your clit. "You're so beautiful when I have you begging for my cock, Princess." Iron grip on your waist as he pounds into you making your legs buckle.

the type to nut all over your face after you give him some nasty head, just so he could make out with you and say "you like cleaning up with daddy, huh whore?" while he grabs ya chin/ neck, and spits before going back for round 2

the type to whine in your ear while running his hands all over your body crying it’s not enough he needs more of you while you ride him

the type to crawl underneath the table and eat you out while you're conversating with the boys. Pinching your clit and shoving his fingers roughly, making you overstimulate while holding eye contact and smirking at you

the type to slap your cheek and call you cute when he's halfway down your throat

the type to ask you to blindfold and handcuff him while you ride him, and if you come first, would want you to suck him off till he cries and pulls against the restraints from all the edging and overstimulation

the type to let you ride his thigh while he bites your neck

the type to catch you touching yourself, but instead of helping, he'd watch from where you can't see him. mf would smirk as you moaned for him but wouldn’t come to you till you finished 'now how about I give you the real thing, kitten?~'

the type to still keep thrusting as fast as a horse after you had the org@sm of your life

the type to randomly start fingering you while you both are on the couch watching movies

the type to fuck u senseless while your family is in the next room and if you make one noise he goes harder

the type to hold you by the back of your neck while y��all raw dogging, cause you were whining too much and he meant it when he said "imma shut yo ass up"

the type you give your pussy slow kisses while fingering you then starts to devour you whole

the type to make YOU answer the phone while fucking and not only that, he’ll make you put it on speaker and purposely fucks you harder

the type to keep sucking after you n/ut and look you in the eyes while you twitching.

the type to start up a life while you tied up to his bed with a vibe in and a gag on and play with the remote the entire time.

the type to jerk off in the bathroom while calling you, asking how your day was going as he runs his finger across his tip. Moaning and rolling his hips to your voice as he gets off to it.

the type to set his phone down and record when you ride him, got all ya tits in his hands and mouth so he has something to wank to when he’s travelling for work 

the type to take Polaroids while he's balls deep, wanting to catch your reaction as your eyes roll to the back of your head

the type to take Polaroids of his c*m on ur t¡ts and put them on his wall

THE TYPE TO LET YOU RIDE HIS THIGH WHILE HE LAY BACK AND STARE YOU DOWN THEN HE SITS UP AND GRABS YOUR WAIST AND HOLD YOU DOWN AS HE BEGINS TO SHAKE HIS LEG UP AND DOWN AND SMIRK AT YOUR REACTIONS

the type to let you ride his thighs in a silk thong while he wears jeans, and every time you’re close to he’ll hold your hips still and would just laugh his pretty as laugh while you whine and bounce his knee

the type to bind your hands together and laugh at your cries while teasing you with sex toys not allowing you to cum “that’s right baby girl cry louder for daddy, you know I love it when you sing like that”

the type to wake up at night and dry hump you, wrapping his hands around your throat and waist, grunting and whimpering when the fabric of his boxers skim across his tip—rolling his hips as he grinds for more friction, liking the teasing feeling.

the type to ask you to blindfold and handcuff him while you ride him, and if you come first, would want you to suck him off till he cries and pulls against the restraints from all the edging and overstimulation

the type to fuck you against the mirror while yanking your hair, balls deep as they slap against your clit. "You're so beautiful when I have you begging for my cock, Princess." Iron grip on your waist as he pounds into you making your legs buckle.

the type to nut all over your face after you give him some nasty head, just so he could make out with you and say "you like cleaning up with daddy, huh whore?" while he grabs ya chin/ neck, and spits before going back for round 2

the type to cum in you, but will eat you out till you ain’t cum real nasty... like he the type to dive in yo thighs and take his cum, mix it with his spit, and use that shit as lube to finger you real fast while flicking yo clit as he makes out w it

the type to fuck you while standing forcing you to hold yourself up without his help “unless you wanna cum you better not fall on those pretty knees of yours babygirl”

the type to ask for bondage as he gets hard at the thought of you dominating him and making him beg for your touch. Biting and sucking his skin whole toying with him, making his skin burn with pleasure, pre-cum dripping from his cock as he rolls his hips at the thought

THE TYPE TO GROWL WHEN HE’S EATING YOU OUT-

the type to fu!k you in the bathroom while his parents are waiting outside

THE TYPE TO SIT IN THE CORNER COACHING TAE FUCKING YOU INTO THE MATTRESS AND THEN LATER JOINING

the type to finger you with his rings still on because he caught you staring at his hands.

the type to spit in your mouth then shoves his fingers in there then pull them back out then start rubbing your clit

the type to fuck you on the countertop until you squirt then have you clean it up after

the type to have one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand placed on your thigh while he driving

the type to punish you by tying you down and teasing you with sex toys not letting you actually fuck him

the type to pull u in the bathroom at a party and ask to face fuck you cause you look that good and it’s been turning him on all night,  purposely does a facial so he could make out with it all open-mouthed while he grabs your face in one of his big ass hands... might drool

the type to wake you up by finger fucking you then after you cum he still keeps going but this time he adds pressure to your stomach and goes faster while telling you to take it as you moan and whine from overstimulation

the type to fuck you in front of a mirror and whisper in your ear “look how pretty you are” then he’d put his hand around your throat and say “I’d bet you look prettier moaning my name”

the type to let you blow him off while he is playing an online match with his friends but when it’s over he grabs you by the throat bends you over his desktop and starts fucking you covering your mouth as you moaned louder as he loves the feeling

the type to press down on your stomach while he…

the type to fuck you up against the door while your family over and cover your mouth if you get too loud

the type to pull you to him by your hips then rub them with his big ass thumbs, slipping them under you waistband then back out over and over again while staring right in your face.

the type to guide your hips as you ride his thigh, he’d slow your hips down when he feels you growing close. “hold it,” he’d order in a strong voice as he begins to speed your hips up again, enjoying the tears that fall from your eyes as you try to hold ur orgasm.

the type to finger you while kissing your neck and whispering dirty things in him in your ear

the type to cum in your mouth just to make you spit it back out on his dick to use as lube to fuck you again

the type to get you right when you're about to cum, pull out, then tell you he wants to watch you finish yourself

the type to fuck you in front of a mirror telling you that you look beautiful. Then proceed to say that you’re Daddy’s little cockslut and that all you’re useful for is to be a cockwarmer

the type to sit you in his lap and gently rock you back and forth on his dick, holding you in place so you can't move on your own and taking what he wants from you

the type to let you suck his dick in his studio and every time you gag, he just smirks and pushes your head down harder, making you gag even harder

the type to make you cry from overstimulation and just when you think he’s done and about to let you rest he just laughs and tells you to be a good girl and give him one more-

the type to rip your panties off with his teeth and say “don’t worry I’ll buy you new ones”

the type to whisper do you like that? Want me to go deeper?

the type to growl in your ear while he pulls your hair and fucks you deep from behind, telling you not to cum until he commands you to

the type to guide your hips onto his dick and just before you sit he’d slam you down and hold you there for a min feeling how deep he is

[hope-to-hell]

Cockwarming with a side of breeding kink? Well, that’s one way to start off your Saturday.

(Also, 666 words? Nice.)

[akatsukitobi]

For kinktober day 10, we have Kakashi/Gai with the prompt: cockwarming! 💜

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26775808

[wri0thesley]

Practising Self Control - Polnareff x Fem!Reader (Kinktober Day #17: Cockwarming)

NSFW. 18+ ONLY. AFAB reader. Fem pronouns. Sub Polnareff, Domme Reader. 1.5k

You have a plan for tonight.

You’d known that Polnareff would appreciate the soft, frilly lingerie that you’d adorned yourself in - all pale pink satin rosebuds and carefully gathered and ruffled chiffon, artfully draped over your curves in soft white. His eyes hungrily rove over you as you step out in it, perhaps wiggling your hips a little more than you really need to: you certainly have his full attention without having to resort to gyrating for his viewing pleasure. 

Because today is not about his viewing pleasure, though you still take some pleasure in how his cock twitches interestedly in the sight of you, already standing to attention from your earlier manipulation of its owner’s body. 

“I have a plan for today,” you’d said, mischievously, as soon as Polnareff has gotten home - at that point, you’d only been dressed in your lazing about the house clothes; a too-big shirt and loose sweatpants that nevertheless still managed to cling to the curve of your ass when you bent over. It’s a testament to how hungry Polnareff is for you that all you’d had to do was brush your lips over his and crook your finger with a smirk and he’d followed behind you like a desperate puppy scrambling for a scrap of affection. 

You’d kissed him in between getting him settled down on the chair. You’d ran your nails over his chest as you’d stripped him of the tight black tank top, brushed fingertips over muscled thighs as he’d lost his trousers and then his underwear. Polnareff had shivered and shuddered and blushed under your gently treatment, always so sensitive and willing despite frightening height and width. 

When you’d gotten out the silken ties with a bitten lip and a raised eyebrow, you’d revelled in the bob of his throat. He’d groaned out your name as you’d tied his wrists tightly behind him on the chair, a light grumble in his tone as he’d whispered; 

“Mon amour--”

“Shush!” You’d told him, with a slight giggle that had him taking a ragged breath as you placed your finger over his unfairly full lips. “Hush now, Jean Pierre. I have a surprise for you, and I know you’re going to enjoy it . . . I promise!”

He’d looked at you fondly as you’d pulled him in for one last, hungry kiss - your fingers dishevelling his perfectly styled hair, your teeth biting out his bottom lip, your body pressing close against his straining cock where you’d freed it. You’d gone on to break the kiss before he could get too hot and heavy, but when you’d pulled back his eyes were dark with need. 

“I’m in charge tonight, yes?” You’d breathed, and Polnareff had no objections as you’d disappeared into the adjoining bathroom to strip out of your boring shapeless clothes and reveal the carefully chosen lingerie to his hungry and restrained form. 

It’s a game you play, sometimes - Polnareff is sweet, and romantic - and you can’t help but want to take advantage of his sweet puppy dog nature a little and have him kneel for you. He’s fallen very well into being a sweet little submissive for you, and you thrill in knowing what you can reduce such a big, proud man to - which is to say, you thrill in making him whimper and gasp and needily moan out your name. 

“What do you think?” You preen, running your hands down the front of your body, cupping your breasts, following the lines of your hips. Polnareff strains forward against your expertly tied knots, and you wag your finger at him, a light smirk curling the corners of your mouth. “Now, now! You get to look, not touch, okay?”

Polnareff’s countenance falls. He leans back into his chair, though his stiff cock remains standing to attention - not as capable of relaxation as Polnareff himself. You drop your fingers to the front of the underwear, letting them snake between your thighs and brush your folds.

“Oh!” You pretend to be surprised. “I’m already wet. What a pity there’s nothing I can do about it . . .”

In reality, you’re wet from seeing Polnareff needy for you - knowing that you’re driving him wild, from the way you’d restrained him and the way you look. You pull your fingers out from your underwear and take two sashaying steps towards him, scissoring them to show how the wetness glimmers and webs between them. 

“Do you want to taste?” You ask him, all fluttering eyelashes and innocence. Polnareff nods hungrily, opening his mouth without you having to ask. “Good boy,” you praise, as you slide them in. Polnareff’s tongue licks at your fingers, cleaning every drop of your slick from them like a man starved. “Do I taste good?” You tease. 

“Yes,” he murmurs, hoarsely. 

“You’re so cute,” you tell him, tapping his nose - his pale skin flushes. He’s surprisingly delicate; his chest flushes pink too. You’re forever teasing him to see the blood rush through his body. “I want to give you a reward for being so cute, okay?”

He looks up at you warily. In the past, you’ve experimented with various things - paddles, spanks, cages . . . You’ve both enjoyed them all, and Polnareff knows your shared safeword and also that the moment he’s uncomfortable you’ll untie him and pepper him with kisses and reassure him you love him. Still . . . it’s not surprising he’d be suspicious of your fluttering eyelashes and the smirk on your face. 

“Don’t look like that,” you pout, running fingers down his chest. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

You straighten yourself up and bend your arms to unclip the bra, letting the fabric drop to the floor and standing there, bare-breasted. Polnareff swallows again, his eyes hungrily roving over your newly exposed skin - your nipples, peaking in the cool air. The way he’s looking at you sends a pleasant shudder through your body, the tingle of arousal between your thighs. Your underwear is the next to do, the feel of damp fabric peeling from damper folds sending another shiver through you - you know that Polnareff won’t miss the damp spot, and he moans out loud as you delve a hand between your thighs again, brushing your clit, the wet sounds of your sex seeming very loud in the quiet bedroom. 

“Mm,” you say, straightening up, making sure that your eyes land on where his cock is standing ruddy and stiff against his stomach. “I could really do with something inside me . . . if you don’t mind, Jean Pierre?”

“I don’t mind at all,” he says, quickly, near falling over his words. “I’d . . . I’d love to be inside you, mon couer--”

You let out a tinkling little laugh. 

“Mm,” you say, again. “Alright.” You take a step towards him - before pausing, as if something has suddenly occurred to you. “Oh, but wait! I almost forgot.” 

You give him a smile as you turn, making sure the curve of your rear is presented to its full advantage. The swinging hip walk, as you saunter over to your bedside table to open the drawer and pull out . . . the paperback you’re currently reading. You turn and smile at Polnareff.

“Well,” you say to him. “I don’t want to get bored.”

His forehead furrows. Good. You love surprising him. Before he can think too much on it, you’re back in front of him. Fingers brush against the stiff heat of his cock, your mouth slightly parted. He’s straining, throbbing beneath your fingertips, and it sends a needy bolt of desire through you that you do your best to ignore - and then, you’re spreading your thighs to mount him. The head of his cock drags against your clit and then your entrance, and you control yourself from shuddering and moaning. 

Polnareff does a worse job of it; as your most private areas brushes wet against his slick cockhead, he groans out your name in a way that suggests he can barely wait to be inside you. You straddle him, sinking down upon him - slowly, slowly, slowly. 

His cock fills you up perfectly, the ridges and veins tight against your clinging channel. You’re not shy about allowing Polnareff to hear the noises of pleasure that drop from your mouth at the feel of being filled - you’re not the kind of domme who withholds praise, after all. 

“You’re so big,” you murmur to him, against the shell of his ear, and his cock jumps inside you. 

“You’re so . . . tight,” he breathes in response. “Hot . . . Wet--”

You giggle again. You rearrange yourself on his lap, wiggling your hips, ensuring you’re comfortably wrapped around him on the chair, as your arms drape over his shoulder and you open your book to the chapter that you left off on. You buzz with anticipation at your big reveal; at telling Polnareff how long today’s teasing is going to last, when usually you letting him inside you signals the end of a play session rather than the beginning . . .

A thrill goes through you as you open your mouth.

“I’m glad,” you breathe against his skin. “Because I’m going to be staying very still and keeping your cock warm for a good few hours yet.”

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shame or same... cockwarming. (I know the reaction this is going to get :D)

IF YOU ALREADY KNEW IM SO IN LOVE THEN I KNOW YOU JUST WANTED TO SEE ME FLAIL ABOUT IT!!!!! KINKSAMEEEEEEEEEE

LISTEN, WHIMPERY, NEEDY STEVE JUST WIGGLING HIS BUTT CLOSER TO BUCKY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, HE SOUNDS LIKE HE’S ON THE VERGE OF TEARS AND BUCKY ALREADY KNOWS SO HE’S LUBING UP BECAUSE HE DOESN’T WANNA HURT HIS BABY AND SLIPPIN’ RIGHT IN AND STEVE’S WHOLE BODY JUST MELTS BACK AND HE SIGHS IN HIS SLEEP AND JUST, RIIIGHT BACK TO SLEEP!

OR STEVE BEING SUPER FIDGETY WHILE THEY WATCH TV AND HE’S KIND OF LIKE A PUPPY WHERE HE’S DEMANDING ATTENTION AND SLIGHTLY ANNOYING YOU WITH ALL HIS NUZZLES, LICKS AND “HEY PAY ATTENTION TO ME” SO BUCKY’S JUST LIKE, “come here and sit on it baby”

AND THEN THEY PROCEED TO WATCH THE ENTIRE SERIES OF WESTWORLD WITH NO DISTRACTIONS! {okay so maybe Bucky jacks Steve off during an entire episode and lets him come during the credits before the next one starts, what can he say? he loves his boy}

ANYWAY

Send me a Kink for Kinksame or kinkshame

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messestogether replied to your post: gosh what do i prompt for the sassy secret santa...

when mistletoe is too obvious, go with festive cockwarming (tying bows to dicks and cradling them, what a festive thing to do!)

omfg THIS IS THE BEST :D :D :D