#cw bodyworship

[merbear25]

Hey hi! Can you do France, Italy and Prussia x fem reader NSFW headcanons with reader who bodyworships them? They all deserve body positivity <3. Thanks ^o^

Hello! I know this took a hot minute (I got busy with work). These turned out longer than I expected, so I hope you like them! 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, headcanons, fluffy smut, body worship, oral sex (male receiving), praising, nipple play, overstimulation

Body worshiping them (France, Italy, Prussia)

France

Oh you were an absolute treat for him. He couldn’t ask for a better partner with all the special attention you gave him.

Of course, he was physically affectionate too, so having a lovely woman such as yourself not being able to take her hands off of him tested what little self control he already had.

Each time your hands found their way on his chest, clothed or not, he couldn’t hold back the shaky smile of pure bliss of what was to come.

“Such a gorgeous creature…” he’d breathe while caressing the side of your face. He didn’t guide you, instead trusting you to know how best to take care of him.

Your lips caressing him as you moved further down left goosebumps in their wake.

He wasn’t one to withhold praise, especially when it was so well deserved. Warm affectionate words blanketed you as you showered him with soft kisses and touches.

The ache to feel your mouth around his increasing need for you never failed to leave him in shambles. He wasn’t above being tactful with his praises in order to get you to give into your own desires. However, you didn’t really need the extra encouragement.

Your eyes found his, holding boundless affection which only made his heart beat faster. The rush you gave him could only stem from a deep connection, one which he had so seldom experienced.

As your delicate fingers gripped his thighs, a sharp inhale sounded from above. Any hope of keeping himself under control quickly slipped through his fingers when your mouth wrapped around him.

He stroked your hair softly, while telling you how incredible you were, how you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, all said in shaky breaths as the build-up reached its breaking point.

After you brought him over the cliffs of ecstasy, he’d wrap you in his arms and pepper your sweet face with feverish kisses, all while praising you for how wonderful he was convinced you were.

Italy

An absolute mess of a man. He was far from the dominant type and so quickly crumbled to soft affection from his beautiful partner.

He was a sucker for women in general, but when one as lovely as yourself chose to shower him with such tenderness, he fell even harder into lovesickness, though he never wanted to be cured.

Overstimulation was apparent even after a few minutes of your soft hands caressing his body. With his cheeks flushed and his words already turning into whiny moans, you couldn’t deny him the pleasures he was begging for.

Vocal in whimpers and moans only, they were the only confirmation you needed. Any praises on your part would make him melt that much more into your caring touch.

With his voice reaching that sweet spot deep down, you were overcome with your desire to break him.

Sometimes taking his nipple gingerly between your teeth was the quickest way to have him unravel. Your tongue swirled and flicked at it. He threw his arms around you, clinging onto you for dear life as your hands gripped his throbbing want for more. 

Your tongue trailed down his stomach until finally finding its way to his reddened tip. The grip you had on his hips as you stuffed your mouth with him made him claw at the sheets.

He wouldn’t last long, but the load he released would be so much you’d nearly choke on it.

As he whimpered softly from the intense rush of euphoria you’d just given him, he held out his arms to welcome a more innocent side of your relationship.

Holding each other closely was almost always a given at the end of such intimacy, only allowing your bond to strengthen like no other.

Prussia

His face would flush a deep red whenever your touch lingered, teetering on that familiar edge. However, he’d easily throw himself into the flames of passion given you were so willing and ready for him.

Feeling your hands on him, especially if it was after a training session, had him quaking. He eased himself down on the couch and welcomed any and all affection you were so willing to shower him with.

His fingers tangled in your hair the more you covered him in soft pecks. Each firm, yet tender grope of your hands on his aching body coaxed a soft sigh from him. 

He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from letting his hands roam over your body, not when you pressed against him with such eagerness.

“Did you miss me?” He chuckled at how desperate you seemed for him. He pushed his hips up and forced yours down, so that you could feel how much he’d been thinking about you too.

“Show me how much…” His words trailed down your body, further fanning the flames between you.

Your gentle praises of how sexy he was made him choke back his moans. His muscles flexed as your lips caressed each one to his liking. You always knew just how to get his head spinning.

The further your kisses traveled to his aching desire, the more his blush spread. No matter how many times you did this, he couldn’t get a hold of himself—your tender love was one of his greatest weaknesses.

Each moan and gasp he tried to hold back was in vain. The sensation of your mouth wrapped around him and your tongue motioning in a sinfully delectable rhythm stripped him of his control.

He looked down at you through hooded lids, soaking in your blissful appearance. Pulling you onto his lap, his kiss was fueled with fervor. Your tongues swirled as your shared pants mixed in the thick hot air between you. He held onto you tightly, never wanting to let you go.

[aeragan]

[anon: Hi can you write an Alphabet head cannon for Johnny cage and male reader?] i assume you mean an nsfw alphabet? i cannot find any other alphabet, so i apologize if i got it wrong T_T.

startin off strong with THE johnny cage. john john. yeah. that guy.

cw: nsfw, mxm, bodyworship, little bit of praise, edging, johnny fuckin' cage, baby. proofread MINORS DNI

ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ || ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ

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

Johnny's actually like a golden retriever. As much as he likes to show off,- and that doesn't mean he won't in bed either- he has a very tender side. Afterwards, he refuses to let you leave his arms. Need your clothes? Nope, he'll get them. As long as you hold his hand. Need a bath? He's carrying you to it. Maybe a little snack? Some water? Dragging you along for the adventure. And after all that, he'll tuck you both in, hold you reaaallll close, and whisper sweet nothings until either you or him are asleep.

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

Johnny's favorite body part? God, what isn't to love about him? It's so hard to choose! Just kidding. It's his biceps and his pecs. He's proud of 'em. Makes him feel all big and strong, means you can't run away like Sonya did. Though, he still loves every part of his body equally. Let's not forget about his little friend down there.

On you, it has to be your thighs. Or maybe your hands? God, he can't choose. Everything about you is perfection to him. No, no, it's definitely your stomach! Wait... no. It's your face. Nah, that doesn't do you justice. It's everything. Genuinely. He can't choose. Don't ask him to.

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

He's more than fine cumming anywhere. Inside? Gladly. On your thigh? Fuck yes. Stomach? Sign him up. It's like an autograph to him, as long as he gets to "sign" you, he's happy as hell.

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

He's dominant, yes. He likes being the star of the show. But he will let you top him here and there. His dirty secret? Just how much he yearns to moan your name. Yell it, let him know who he belongs to. But he won't admit it. His pride can't take that hit. Not yet.

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

God, what doesn't he know? He's an actor, baby. He's THE Cage. He's had more than his fair share of experience. He knows your body almost more than you do, exactly where to touch to illicit a reaction from you, just the right spots to hit, and those sweet sweet words that turn you on instantly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He love love loves cowgirl- or shall we call it cowboy? Not reverse, though. He needs to see your face. Has to. Non-negotiable. He likes to get his hands all over you, and he loves to see your pleasure. How else is he supposed to know that he's making you feel so damn good? Not that he isn't, god he knows, but just a reassurance.

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

You're asking if Johnny Fuckin' Cage is serious? No. Hell no. He's crackin' jokes, but mainly he's praising himself. Not that he isn't praising you, either. But You hear a lot of "How's li'l Johnny treatin' ya?", in a way, it's kind of sexy. In a very CAGE-y way, at least.

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

He's got some body hair. Mainly, a happy trail, complimented by his V-Line. A little arm hair, but he keeps his chest clean. Pubic hair wise, he's got a little. Keeps himself trimmed, but still keeps some down there. Compliments his dick, that's what it does.

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

God, he's so sweet it'll make your teeth hurt. Amongst his little ego-boosting, he swings praises your way. All honeyed, yet truthful nonetheless. His touch has always been full of longing, more so than lust. Everything he says is true. You know that. Regardless, he's gonna drill that into you. And drill into you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off quite frequently. Though, he will always, always prefer you. Being in you, your hand, your mouth. But with his sex drive, he jacks off at least once a week, and if you aren't around, 7 days a week, baby. Always thinkin' of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Body worship. Through and through. He fuckin' loves it when you're all over him, gliding your hands from his collarbone to his waist, tracing his V-line, his abs, his tattoos, all with such love and yearning. Taking almost 30 minutes to explore each others bodies before anything goes in anywhere is always a pre-requisite.

He also LOVES edging. You, specifically. He's an asshole that way. Listening to you beg, whimper, cry to release. To cum allll over you and him. Fuck, does that get him going. He's almost let you just cum each and every time. One of these days, he's gonna break.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, baby. Anywhere, anytime. He is always down. Shower sex? Yes. Quickie in a restroom somewhere? As long as it's as clean as a Bucca Di Beppo bathroom, yes. Speaking of, god, if he could fuck you in a Bucca Di Beppo, he so would. Now THAT'S fine dinin'.

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

You, always you. But specifically when you're fighting anyone. Not him, of course, shit, he's terrified of you. But all determined like that, nose bloody, knuckles bloodied, bruised. God, you are just SEETHING with sexual energy. And damn, he's going to fuck you after you win. However you like, baby.

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

Anything that'll hurt you. Hard no for him. He refuses to do anything of the sort. He can't hurt that pretty little body of yours, can he? No, no he can't. That is a cardinal sin, baby. He can't even fight you.

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

Oh, he loves giving. And he doesn't mind receiving. But fuck, he loves watching you squirm, gripping the sheets, and running your hands through his hair as he goes down on you. And he loves how you reward him after, it's like dessert.

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

He can go however fast you like, baby. You feelin' like enjoying the night, all romantic and sensual? Absolutely, anything for you. He will make the first round last for an hour. Feelin' especially frisky and want to scream his name all night (and all day, if your stamina so permits it)? Fuck. Yes. Say no more.

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

He'll do 'em. He aint afraid. Especially if you two only have time for that. He'll make sure your both satisfied and have both came. At least twice. But he does prefer having the full experience. He likes having you anytime, though.

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

Always, and forever, babe. He'll try everything at least once. He's fucked you in the most scandalous places before, too. One time, he was fairly sure Liu Kang was watching. That's why he fucked ya then and there.

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

Hours, day and night. Ride him like a horse. He'll wear that cowboy hat for ya, too. At least, that's what he said. The longest you've two have lasted was from 12am-4am. With breaks. But he sure didn't seem winded. Not in the slightest.

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

So. Fucking. Many. For you, for him, for both of you. He loves watching you pleasure yourself with his toys. And vice versa. He loves torturing you with em, too. Watching you nearly tap out and lean up against him cause you couldn't hold yourself up while he was fuckin' ya senseless and using a remote-control cockring. He also LOVES his sybian. Both of you grinding up, little bit of frotting, knowing you feel just as good as he does. Fuck, it makes him hard at the thought.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a fucking dickhead. As mentioned, he LOVES to edge you. How weak you are against him, yet knowing you want more, knowing you love it. He could do it all night baby. Make sure you got good impulse control. He won't hold back.

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

He's LOUD, baby, real loud. He wants you to know how good you make him feel. And he wants to praise you. How good you are, taking his dick. Like a champ. He'll moan, and grunt, and growl. All in your ear, too. He knows you like it. A little bit of breath play, for a good boy.

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

The amount of sex tapes in his phone is INSANE. But he won't post em, not if you don't want it. He knows his adoring fans would love it, and he'd LOVE to show off his boy to all of em. He gets off watchin' 'em, too. Are you surprised?

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

He's a biiiig boy. Took you a bit to get used to him. He's a shower, though. He's about 6.7" in length, and 1.9" wide. Leans slightly to the left. Circumsized.

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

He's gotta fuck ya at least once a day. His sex drive is through the roof, I mean. He's Johnny Cage. If he doesn't get his dick wet once a day, who is he?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Yeah, he's tired as shit afterwards, but until you have been cleaned up, drank, and ate if you needed to, then he's out. He refuses to fall asleep beforehand. And normally, he has to make sure you fell asleep first.

[xiayannie]

☆ k. ayato

req! by anon ❀ : priestess reader x kamisato ayato

cw(s): sub!ayato [I'm so sorry. he's ooc and not super subby here :(] top! reader, breeding, creampie, sapiosexual!ayato, fingering, fondling (reader is chubby and ayato adores every bit of her!) whiny ayato, mentions of multiple rounds (near the end) terms of endearment (dear, love, baby) bodyworship

genre : smut | word count: 1.2k

reader is a priestess at narukami shrine, to whom kamisato ayato has the pleasure of seeing every time he visits for routinely inspections. through time, he finds that something other than the shrine is catching his attention. it has you wondering whether you should be a head priestess, or his.

AYATO would give a small polite smile every time your eyes met. a certain pink haired priestess took notice, to which she would find ways to tease the both of you (like the sly fox she is.) her little matchmaking role eventually did play off, as AYATO managed the courage to eventually ask you out on a date. outings with you and AYATO were meals, or visits to scenic places around the region of inazuma. everything of course, was widely available due to his high status since he was a man of great power and wealth. AYATO being the gentleman that he was, would take you on quiet walks to gaze at (you) scenery as the both of you made idle and small chit chat.

today however, was different from other days. you found that his gaze was lingering on you for a quite a while. turning, you made eye contact with him. AYATO's eyes were glazed over as he stared at you with an adoring look.

"my dear, what's wrong..?" you shuffled closer to him, placing a hand on his cheek gently as you rubbed his shoulder to ease him. he melted into your touch, bringing his own hand up to hold yours as he shook his head.

"may I kiss you?" AYATO asked breathlessly.

the estate was quiet at this time, as it was evening after all. that having said, quiet gasps and happy sighs left the yashiro commissioner's lips as the both of you kissed under the shelter of the hood of the pavillion. it was a sight to behold. the usually calm and collected AYATO was flushed and dazed as he caught his breath. you chuckled when he picked you up, fumbling clumsily as he made his way into the estate, shuffling before he slid the screen door to his room open, then sliding it closed before he placed you down gently onto his futon.

"no need to rush," you hummed, pulling him in for another kiss as you laughed against his lips. he returned the smile, but AYATO couldn't help it. you just looked so pretty under the moonlight tonight. despite knowing your goals and aspirations, he want to make you his. carefully, he took off your garments, AYATO's breath hitching once he took in all of your raw beauty.

AYATO has never admitted it out loud to anyone, but he loved your boobs. he also loved your thighs, as well as your ass. he never really had a preference, since he was raised to be respectful and polite about such a topic. as a result, he loved everything about you.

he reached down to your cunt, face to face with it as he stared at the sheen in awe. AYATO had to resist the urge to take you right then and there as he gently pushed one of his digits in, hearing a wet squelch as it entered. he pumped it in and out before adding another digit. AYATO leaned in to lick at your slick, letting out a quiet moan as he tasted you, and watched as you squirmed and moaned out his name.

"god... you're so beautiful, I can't believe you're mine." he murmured under his breath, as he sucked on your clit, licking up all of your juices. AYATO's face was covered with your slick, and he couldn't be any happier as he pulled you in for a kiss.

"h-hahh... can I put it in...♡?" AYATO's eyes were half lidded as he stared down at his excruciatingly hard cock and your wet cunt as he rubbed and teased it along your clit. his pupils were dilated as he made eye contact, almost begging you as he waited for your confirmation. you smiled, giving him a nod as he whispered tiny little "thank you, thank you's" lining up his cock with your entrance before sliding in carefully. AYATO watched your face contort, and he waited patiently before you gave him the 'OK.' AYATO swore he almost came inside when he bottomed completely. your walls squeezed him so tightly, but he let out a small whine, collapsing onto your body as hugged your waist. he wanted to have you cum first before he did, so he did his best whilst his hands wandered.

his hands found purchase squeezing your tits. he nipped at and kissed at your neck as he whimpered. you couldn't help but find him lovely as your own hands made way to his blue locks, tugging at them to get him to whine more.

"p-prettyyy... so, so, so pretty..."

"gonna be even prettier when your tummy is filled with my b-babies..."

"you'd like that... wouldn't you?" AYATO murmured, his eyes clouded and hazy with adoration and lust "tell me you want me to breed you... p-please? ugh- I wanna cum insideee..." you couldn't help but nod. this new side to the usually stoic and collected yashiro commissioner had you melting, you simply couldn't say no to him.

you yelped as you felt him hook his arms under your squishy thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest. his dick hit even deeper inside you, and you saw stars as he pounded away.

"I am going to make you happy... gonna make you so happy, I p-promise.... our baby will be so smart with you as the mother..."

"y-you'd be such a pretty wife... such a pretty mommy... g-gonna get your tummy all big n round with my h-heir..." AYATO rambled. his hands made their way down to your tummy, pressing down on it as his hips started to stutter.

"...nghhh. I'm going to c-cum..."

".. are you close? cum with me, my l-love..." AYATO whimpered as he felt your walls squeeze even tighter around him, cumming with one last thrust before he pulled out, lying next to you exhausted.

you smiled, pulling him in for a kiss, catching him by surprise before he returned it, smiling into the kiss himself. unbeknownst to AYATO, you managed to straddle his hips, taking his already hardening cock into your hands, pumping it a couple of times before lining it up with your dripping cunt.

"ayato, baby,"

"didn't you say you wanted a heir?"

"we can't stop until you're milked dry, 'yato."

"yes ma'am..."

[sanjisblackasswife]

Zoro bodyworship 😼

“𝔾𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘”

Z𝕠𝕣𝕠 𝕩 F𝕖𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Black Fem Reader in Mind

A/N: ….I never done this. Hope u enjoy🧍🏾‍♀️ Also this was too long so Imma do Zoro RECEIVING body worship next post.

CW: VERY intimate sex, Soft!Zoro, Kissing, Tongue bath, Shy!Zoro, Mentions of Scars on the Reader, Oral

𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

Zoro never realizes he how much he appreciates your body until he is alone with you.

A man such as him that isn’t really into PDA always holds back his urges until it’s just the both of you together.

He has no issue with giving your body the love and care it solely deserves.

He’s a nervous reck when he is more intimate with you, it’s always more intense and it ends up overwhelming the both of you.

His movements so slow and gentle you almost feel as if you need to tell him to get rougher,

but he wont. He can’t. Time like this, after a rough battle, or even just at random he feels the need to love every single blemish of you.

“Zo…” A breathless moan falls on his ears, his kisses have feathered from you lips, all the way down to your ankle, and he haven’t stopped yet.

Zoro interchanges from kissing to small suckles, which always causes him to hold you down by your hips to keep you still. As the rouge man that he is, he can always know how to be so delicate with you under him.

His eyes are closed as relaxed, so at peace swirling his tongue on your bare breast , you look down and see his head cocked, his pretty golden earrings resting on his cheeks, Zoro truly was a beautiful man.

You felt his thumb caress your hips, slowly pulling off your thong, as he does your nipple slips off his lips, making you frown just a little , already missing his touch. Of course this goes unnoticed by the swordsman.

He smirks down at your bare body, his gaze almost making your want to cover yourself just so he can look away, but you felt frozen, his build is so intimidating upclose and over you. It didn’t matter if you were 5’2” or 5’10”, Zoro knew how to make you feel small and you wasnt sure if that’s what you loved or hated about him.

Your hand reach up to his sharp jawline, pulling him down for just one more moment where his lips are on yours (before they’re on your other ones). His arms, as strong as they are falter and resist from holding himself up when he is against your touch. He stays on his elbows, tounges wrapping against each other, and you always biting his bottom lip just to hear his groaning before a simple kiss of appreciation turns into a sloppy wet passionate make out session.

The spit line that connects you both, finally breaks as Zoro rises up to catch his breath, still peppering you in small kisses on your curled lips.

He looks down at you, eyes almost eating you whole before he dwells to kissing and massaging your stretch marks you complain about having, the scars you’ve earned through tough battles, and every other blemish you’ve grown to have.

You may hate them, but Zoro loved each one as he looked and searched all over you to appreciate.

Zoro wasn’t very talkative during sex, his way of appreciating your entire body is just letting him have free access to do what he wants to you, maybe it was his shyness, maybe it was because he didn’t want to say the wrong thing and ruin the moment, but times like these you don’t mind his quietness, only small groans and hums of appreciation when he slides his tongue down from your neck to your slit,

but if you were to ask him why he doesn’t say much he would just tell you that he loves to hear you more than himself.

“Zo…” You purr with every buck of the hip, Zoro’s head and mouth follows the movements of your needy body asking for more of his licks and sucks.

As you reach that blissful high of cumming on his tongue, you try pushing him away from your sensitive place, but alas he was stronger, staying stubbornly still against your cunt to lick that and your inner thighs clean.

Giving your clit a kiss, ignoring the pains of his own cock twitching against your skin, he wanted to be inside you so badly, he needed to be one with you, you seen the furrow in his brows when he hissed as you grabbed his cock, not breaking eye contact stroking it subtly,

You guide him inside you so slowly just to hear the slutty wet noises, you moan out his name. Zoro’s face immediately turns red hearing you, feeling you, seeing you all like this it was too much, he lets out an exasperated “Fuck.” finally feeling your tight warm walls squeeze him in.

Slowly his hips rock against you, his eye meets your soft tired gaze as your breast bounce to the rhythm of his thrust, “Need you.” Was all he could mutter out before kissing you again, his body weight on top of you causing your legs to immediately lock him in as he picks up your lower half to pick up the pace.

It was all so much for you both, you felt his torso scar rubbing against your soft skin, the stitches felt painfully good you held Zoro by the nape with both arms wrapped around him moaning into his ear which only riled him up more to deeper thrust.

The bed rocks, skin is slapping against one another, his grunts, your whimpers—it was all a sight to see.

And yet none of that compares to the moment when Zoro travels his lips up to your hear to whisper “I love you.”

[narrators-journal]

gib knives x amos with 8, 26, and of course the obligatory 30

Yet another ask for my lovely boyfriend <3 He’s the only one I’ll probably write Trigun content for, lol. Tho, this one was a bit easier than the first to write, so yay! I hope it came out as well as I think it did, I tried my best for more variety here, even if that sort of cost me the more prominent usage of primalplay or bodyworship. I did get the knifeplay kink tho, and the other two kinks are THERE, they just aren’t that strong. Idk why, but bodyworship is a consistent challenge for me :/. Also, primalplay is a hell of a kink to try and balance with a character who canonically hates humans. I know we’re breaking canon with this pair, but still lololol.

Anwyays! Again, I hope you enjoy, and, again to the trigun fandom, sadly I don’t think I will make a habit of writing for this franchise very often. So, if you’d like to partake in this kinktober event, check if any of your other interests are fandoms I do write for!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Knifeplay, blood is drawn, handjobs, cum kinda makes a mess. There’s a hint of primalplay, I tried to maintain its essence and what makes it hot, at least, and a light sprinkle of body worship at least. I tried.

Amos kissed a trail along the inner thigh of the tall blonde he was knelt in front of. His dark brown eyes half closed as he slowly made his way up to the erection that waited for him. All while Knives looked down at him with barely an ember of his clear arousal in his pale green eyes. Though, the point of a knife swiftly stopped the silver-haired man before he could wrap his lips around the tip and take the deranged blonde into his mouth properly “Don’t you dare put your filthy mouth on me, you disrespectful animal.” He snarled down at the silver-haired man, who just pursed his lips, “How else am I supposed to ‘relieve’ you then? You already said you’d kill me if I tried to actually fuck you, but you told me to get rid of your mood, remember?” He pointed out in his dry voice, unbothered by the egotistical man’s venom. Only to get another snarl and the searing pain of one of the blonde’s knife-like appendage across his tanned cheek for a counter to his logic. “Watch your fucking mouth, Amos. Just because I’m allowing you to touch me in this manner doesn’t mean you can talk to me so filthily.” Knives spat, the bladed extension of the independent plant kept menaced at the human’s face while he simply held the blonde’s gaze with his own bored expression from the floor of Knives’ fancy piano room. Though, internally, the engineer did grumpily fume to himself, You’re ‘allowing’ me to? As if you didn’t ask me to make your little ‘mood’ go the fuck away? While Knives glared down at him for another long moment before he retracted the blade.

And, when he did, Amos was quick to notice how the plant’s eyes shifted to lock onto the slow trickle of blood that crawled down the silver-haired man’s tanned cheek from the gash the blonde had left. But, Amos knew better than to call that glance out. If he had, he would’ve been stabbed in the head, so instead he just offered a compromise to move the conversation along. “What if I just jerk you off? I’d still need to use my spit or something for lubricant, but less of it than if I sucked you off.” a bit of slightly cruel amusement in his soul as he watched Knives’ expression shift and change at his proposal. From angry, to disgusted, to embarrassed, then back to anger and disgust. Where it seemed to settle as a cover, even when he quietly huffed, “Fine.” without looking down at the human beyond another glance at the blood on the silver-haired man’s cheek.

Which, Amos brushed off with a shake of his head before he spit into his hand and wrapped his fingers around the blonde’s cock to begin a slow, steady pace. Less because of actual fear of the knife-happy man nor to tease, and more to simply bask in how Knive’s expression twitched with each stroke of the man’s calloused hand over the sensitive flesh of his cock.

Even when his knife-like powers reactivated to wrap around the man’s throat, the long-haired engineer wasn’t actually that scared. He knew how important he was to the deranged blonde, even when the man that stood over him grinned, “Just don’t forget who has the power here.” He growled as the cold metal he commanded slid over the thin skin of the human’s neck. “You mean less to me than a rabbit would to a fox.” I mean, think you like me more than that, but, sure. Amos thought. But, instead of risking his life to poke at the man, Amos just nodded quietly and kept his hand moving so that Knives could close his eyes and seeemingly marinate in the friction and warmth rather than continue his monologue.

Once he let his head loll back, though, Amos’ attention returned to studying him. His expression, the light rise and fall of his beautifully sculpted chest, and even running the pads of his fingers back along the path his mouth had taken along the inside of the man’s well-developed muscles of the blonde’s strong legs.

Which, Knives let him do with nothing but a shudder. The care with which the engineer’s fingers traced over the muscles of his thigh enough to make his cock twitch and throb against the human’s roughened palm as he moved it up and down at a slightly faster pace now. “Am I doing any good at this?” the man asked, not cruel enough to starve the blonde the pleasure he seemed to get from talking down to him. Mostly because it gave the silver-haired man a chance to relish the disgusting truth that the blonde refused to admit. “You’re passable. Though I could do better on my own.” He snapped, his eyes still closed as he spoke, his next words a little more breathless and less aimed directly at Amos. “Just proves how much better I am than you...How easily I could kill you, and how powerless you are…”

The more that the humanoid creature boasted of the power he held over the man sat between his feet while he leaned against his piano, the more slurred his words became. And the more his dick twitched and leaked warmed precum onto the man’s fingers. And, the more he throbbed while the engineer stroked his length and traced the muscles of his lower body, the more the blonde’s power bit into Amos’ throat while the independent plant shuddered. Though, it wasn’t enough to cut his carotid artery, Knives was careful of that, at least.

Though, that control wavered a bit when Knives’ expression twisted and his jaw clenched. His cock able to give one or two more twitches before thick ropes of cream covered Amos’ hand and managed to splatter onto his cheek. Which, got a disgusted grimace from the silver-haired engineer before he swiped the thick fluid off of his face and hand while Knives’ power returned to wherever it spawned. “Alright, you can leave now.” The blonde ordered, his breath still a bit quick, his paler skin now covered in a bit of floral-scented sweat, and his cool-toned eyes studying one of the statues that kept him company in his piano room. But, Amos didn’t take that personally, he just stood up and did his best to staunch the shallow cuts on his neck. “Fine, by the way, Legato’ll probably come by to report soon, so…”

Amos didn’t dare warn the independent plant to air the stench of sex out of the room. After a moment like that, he’d get skewered like a kebab for trying. So, he just left the room and went to return to his own work.

[niilue]

Hello! Congrats on 1k 🎉🎉 , I didn't know you do ennead!! Im half blind so i guess i didn't see it.😶

Can I have; Male reader with Seth(Ennead). Prompt # 17, ( Bodyworship + Breeding + Hickeys). Pleaseeeee.

‧₊˚⊹ sub seth x male top reader

prompt: "spread yourself open for me so i can see you."

cw: drabble, dom reader, male reader, bodyworship, breeding, hickeys words: 609 1k event

when it came to your cute seth you had no self-control at all. all you wanted was to hold him in your arms listening to him moan your name over and over again. and that's how it was now.

"haa! (name), go slower..."

you had the redhead by the waist as you helped him ride you. it was so incredible this position because your whole length was going in so deep. you were both out of breath.

to help him make the experience less painful and let seth focus on the pleasure, you kissed, kissed, mer and sucked on his neck. he was so sensitive in that area, he really couldn't help but moan every time you sucked on that area.

"fuck, you're l-leaving marks on me..." seth would scold you as he kept rocking his hips on you and moaning in pleasure every time you attacked his sensitive skin. there was no one who could understand him.

to you the god was so beautiful that every time you had the chance to be with him and make love he was everything. your hands kept touching, groping and squeezing him. you looked at him with adoration and love.

you wanted him to know how much you loved him and that everything about him was beautiful. 

you gave his waist a squeeze, loving how soft and small it was, your hand fit so well in it. you gently kissed his lower abdomen until you trailed a line of kisses down to his chest.

"you are so beautiful... so divine, i love you." you commented sincerely looking into the red eyes of your beloved. 

seth was not so used to flattery of that kind. he was always surprised and his cheeks burned. the god could only shyly approach you and embrace you. 

it was all too much for him, the way you fucked him, the nice words, the caresses of his body with love. he needed support.

you massaged his hair and increased the rhythm of your hips, continuing to penetrate him. harder and steadier.

in that position you could hear Seth's muffled moans more clearly, right in your ear. you loved it and you couldn't stop grabbing his ass and continuing to join him.

"nhg, (name), i'm... so close." with a couple more thrusts you felt seth's essence spill into your chest followed by a loud gasp. 

It wasn't long before you came inside him too. you gasped for air and moaned as you continued to cum inside the redhead.

"more, more (name), i want it all."

you were afraid that after this seth would send you to hell since you deliberately didn't ask him if you could come inside him. but the god didn't seem to mind. when you came seth kept asking you for more and more.

you came out of him. and placed seth on his throne. with his breath choked, marks on his neck and filled by you. it was so morbid to see him so gone for you. you wanted to try something.

"seth, spread yourself open for me so i can see you."

and he did so without a word of complaint. seth placed both legs open on each of the armrests of the big throne. he reached back and opened his ass a little with his hands, even though it wasn't necessary, it was already open for you.

you could see your semen slowly trickling out of his hole, staining the big seat. seth's eyes were lost, his hair was a mess, and his clothes were a mess too, leaving everything exposed.

"fuck” this was an image you were never going to forget.

[merbear25]

LITERALLY BEGGING ON MY KNEES, can you do another part bodyworship headcanons with russia and romano

best boys NEED more love

Idk what happened but these came out much longer than I anticipated. And yes, they need more love! Hope you like them 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, gn!reader, headcanons, body worship, fluffy smut, some slightly rough, oral sex (male receiving), praising

Body worshiping them (Russia, Romano)

Russia

Oh he was incredibly shy when it came to showing his body. That didn’t mean that he was necessarily insecure, though. He simply preferred to keep things more private.

However, you were one of the few who really made containing himself strenuous. Despite that light blush across his cheeks as you touched him in ways only you were allowed, he had a burning desire raging within him.

Your soft hands rubbing his thighs, your gentle words of praise pulling him closer, and the look of mutual want dancing in your eyes: he was completely under your spell, although he went willingly.

“You’ve been working so hard lately.” 

He nodded at your soothing tone, his eyes fluttering shut as your hands rubbed his chest. 

“Let me take care of you for a change.” As your words still hung on your lips, your hands pulled at his shirt. 

While you unbuttoned them quickly, his breaths began coming out in desperate shakes. He moved his hips closer to you, urging you to give him attention where he needed it most.

Those lips of yours left a fire in their wake as they trailed down his bare chest. He made an attempt to silence his whimpers by biting his lip, but there was no masking the intense need he held towards you.

He shivered slightly as your hands lovingly roamed over his chest and stomach before eventually tending to the bulge pressing against his pants.

Releasing his length from its confinement, your eyes fluttered up to his. A soft purr came from you when met with his blushing cheeks and needy expression.

“You look so cute right now.” The soft compliment couldn’t be helped; you wanted him to know just how darling he looked for you in that moment.

As you took him in your mouth, you could feel his body tensing. A choked moan passed his lips the more of him you pushed deeper.

Feeling your hands grasp his thighs, hearing his lustful pants and groans: the desire to give him everything became overwhelming.

Even though he was mostly gentle with you, there were times he craved a rough edge to intimacy. He gripped the back of your head while giving a feeble “sorry” before he started thrusting harder. Your gags were controlled for the time being, but with his size filling your mouth more and more frantically, you were quickly reaching your limit.

The choked gasps and gags coming from you were enough to send him over the edge, painting your darling face and pretty lips with ropes of his cum. Looking down at you with immense satisfaction, he affectionately stroked your hair. The adoration he had towards you wasn’t always shown verbally; sometimes it was communicated through a soft touch.

Romano

Being a man who was far from comfortable showing his more vulnerable side, the tenderness that came with body worship took him far out of his comfort zone. 

He wanted to present himself as a macho man, one who didn’t crumble under such silly yet sincere praises or laughable yet longing touches—he craved this in actuality, though would never admit it.

The mood would have to hit him just right, as well. That edge he usually carried around with him put a damper on that sweet loving he needed deep down.

That being said when you were already wrapped up in each other’s arms in a seemingly innocent cuddle session, he was quite susceptible to your gentle praises.

“It feels so nice holding you like this.” This statement was enough to make him blush. Trying to hide his smile, he buried his face in your hair and pulled you closer.

The physical closeness gave you an obvious hint as to how he felt about your little words. Feeling his hard arousal against your leg, you didn’t want to withhold the affection he was clearly desperate for.

Your hands rubbed his hips before moving up his back. A shiver washed over his body, giving you more incentive to keep going.

His body got hot quickly, more so when he was aroused. Seeing him get like this from just your words made your heart swell for him. He was far too precious like this, but it wasn’t like you could just come right out and say that. Instead, you needed to bide your time, letting each part fall delicately.

As your hands roamed over his back, chest, and stomach, his grip on you tightened.

“You feel so warm.” A sigh of contentment followed your words, giving him all the more reason to open himself up to your own warmth.

The pressure against his shorts got you thinking he must be in some discomfort; the poor thing was aching for you to feel him. When you slid them off, he pulled his face away from the tight embrace. Watching you intently, he gasped as your hand wrapped around him. Whines of pleasure flowed past his lips with ease the more you stroked him.

You looked up at him and he instantly knew what you wanted. His face burned red at the mere thought, but he couldn’t deny how badly he wanted it too. With a slight, nearly bashful nod, he obliged to your mutual desires.

As soon as your tongue touched him, his hands instinctively went to place themselves on your head. He hesitated though, not wanting to appear too eager or worse—forceful. But, you were already doing such a good job. Your arms wrapped around him, your hands were caressing his trembling form as he neared the edge. His fingers timidly tangled in your hair as you worked him in all the ways he was desperate for. With an unabashed cry of release, his cum filled your mouth to the brim.

Despite his slight embarrassment, he still yearned for that intimacy from earlier. Wrapping each other up in an embrace again was the balm to his soul he’d never admit he needed.

[narrators-journal]

Stalker's tango

This one’s still a bit rough, but god did I have fun with it lolol. I hope you guys enjoy too, I tried to mix in some extra kinks this time, really go in. Annddd that’s all I’ve got for this one. It took me days to finally finish, I took my time. I’m also taking my time with another ask I have, so hang in with me lol.

CW: Teratophilia is kinda implied, kinda outright there lol. Somnophilia, grinding, kinnnndaaa noncon? Minato’s not conscious to consent, so it’s at least dubcon. A little bit of bodyworship too.

Despite their best attempts, the SEES had failed to find Ryoji for the thirteenth time that week. Daytime searches, night time hunts, and in the Dark Hour, all of them a failed hunt for the corrupted brunette in the winter’s harsh cold. Which, wasn’t a surprise to the pale, naked, corpse-thin creature, after all, he had millennia of practice with stalking and covert observation, and they were simple humans. There was no way that they could find him. Especially not when he was...admittedly hunting them.

So, when the inky-feathered humanoid watched Minato trudge into his room from a tree outside of his dormitory window, the midnight-haired emo was completely unaware. He simply shuffled over to sit on his bed and put his evoker into the small drawer in his bedside table. Then, he flopped over onto his pillow and was instantly asleep. A perk of his depression, training, and spending an entire hour scouring the silent, stagnant streets for the god of Death, Ryoji supposed as he sat perched on a branch in the dark night’s cold wind. And, a perk for the achey monster, too.

A perk that he easily took advantage of with the skilled slide of his claws beneath the window to push it up ever so silently so that the thin, tall humanoid could slip in like a wisp of smoke. His bare feet silent on the hard wood floor as he crept over to the bed and climbed on to loom over the sleeping emo.

God, Minato was a beautiful man. His shaggy hair fell out of his face as he slept on his back, his expression softened in the silver light that poured into the dark room. He’d seemingly tossed his school blazer over the back of the couch downstairs, so his white button-up was free to ride up to expose his slowly rising and falling, scarred belly. He was so peaceful on the mussed plaid blue comforter...so beautiful...Ryoji couldn’t help but let his clawed, black-stained hand feel over his pale skin as his head dipped with creaky bones to ghost his lips over the midnight-haired man’s exposed neck.

At the same time, he let his hips sink down to straddle Minato’s so that he could begin to grind against him carefully. His movements measured and careful, as light as he could manage without sacrificing the sparks of pleasure that Minato’s clothed crotch gave his sore, twitchy dick. God, why am I like this… Ryoji thought as he swallowed down gasps. I’m a monster, about to wipe out his entire planet in two weeks. I shouldn’t still be this needy for him…I shouldn’t be here at all...

Of course, that didn’t stop the need that churned in his belly and warmed his fevered skin. It did little to nothing to stop the way his hips moved almost mindlessly. Encouraged by the way Minato’s own dick began to harden beneath him.

Minato’s skin smelled of lavender and generic soap as the feather-pocked, starved humanoid huffed up his fragrance like it was a line of coke. Yet, it wasn’t generically super model smooth, with scars and fresher cuts or scratches under the brunette’s stained fingers and hips. Which, for some, may have put them off, but for the god who ground his hips against the sleeping wildcard while he did his best to not bite into the exposed flesh of the man’s neck, the sincere signs of life that decorated Minato filled the partially feathered, naked god with even more desire.

Not that Ryoji could savor those glimpses for long, though. He needed the support of his hands so that the way he shifted and ground his hips into Minato’s didn’t wake the wildcard up. After all, if he got caught he’d be fucked. Not only because of the inappropriate act, but because he’d likely scare Minato into madness with how he looked. So, he pulled his mouth away and kept his hands just above the wildcard’s shoulders, his claws dug into his mattress springs, while he did his best to simultaneously chase the orgasm that seemed to stay stubbornly just out of reach, and not wake his ‘lover’ up.

Moans and whines bubbled up in the brunette’s achey chest, his dick throbbed and leaked precum as he moved his hips slowly over the persona user’s restrained erection. Yet, he made sure that only whispers of those needy noises escaped as he stoked the flames of need and desire in his belly.

Bit by bit, the breaths he gulped down quickened into pants. Ryoji’s heart rate raced, his already feverish skin felt as if a second fever had been layered on top, maddening lust filled his veins almost enough to wash away the painful whispers of his mother’s demands. The feathered god was a mess already. God, if only I could actually ride you… A part of the Shadow thought at the wildcard as his hips began to stutter and lose their rhythm in the tides of euphoria.

Thankfully, that warmth soon overwhelmed Ryoji. The pain of his bones being extended and dislocated temporarily washed away in the thrill of release as cum spewed from him and splattered onto the unconscious emo’s belly.

After that, though, when the thrill of pleasure ebbed, Ryoji’s body began to feel pain once more. To add to that harsh slap of reality, the god felt Minato begin to mumble and fidget in his sleep. However, when he gave a final groan and rubbed sleep from his stormy eyes to look around the dark, moonlight-drenched room, he found nothing but an open window. “Ryoji?…” He muttered, but no answer came.