#don’t tag the kinks without modifying it

[sweeter-than-teafood]

One very minor criticism of Sitri’s design, from the viewpoint of someone who shares this guy’s kink irl,

Okay, so bby likes to listen to hearts. Mood af.

But as someone who does that irl with the person I’m romantically involved with, the following position is so comfortable for that purpose;

Laying snuggled up into their left side, right ear directly over heart. Much easier than laying at their right side, because the heart is more situated towards the left. Optimal af.

So whyyyyyyy

Horn on the right hand side of his head? The horn would poke someone if he tried to snuggle from the left side, seeing how it curves around/over his ear.

Bby can’t even have optimal cardiophile snuggles. Crying in the club right now.

Note: this isn’t a serious criticism, he’s perfect af. I was just thinking about scenarios for my writing and was like “Ah shit, he can’t do the best kind of cardiophile snuggles.”

[creative-crybaby]

Trifle

PAIRING: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

GENRE: crack? crack. | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: fingering, oral (m receiving), praise kink, dacryphilia (?), cum eating, squirting

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

SUMMARY: Two things can be true at the same time. Does Gojo make you want to hit him upside the head with a frying pan, should his Infinity allow it? Yes. Does he also know how to make your ovaries explode with his fingers alone? Also yes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Heeeeyyyy~ yes it's been several months without a fic and this comes out under 2k words buuuuuutttt~ u get bitchass!Gojo (we love him)

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

You’re going to kill him. 

He’s a walking, talking headache. Questioning your teaching methods for your students, eating your sweets even though you’ve labelled them (it’s right there!), swooping into your missions like he’s saving the day. Those are just a few of the many examples, but he does it all on purpose, you’re sure of it. 

So to be sitting between his long legs with his slender fingers knuckle-deep into your sopping cunt feels like a blow to your integrity and pride. 

Especially since he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“So,” Gojo drawls, pausing his ministrations between your trembling thighs, “how many orgasms was that?”

Your face is boiling. From rage or embarrassment, you can’t decide. “Fuck you.”

The sorcerer hums at your crude remark before slipping his digits out of your pussy, holding his hand a foot away from your face to catch your essence blanketing his skin. 

“Patience, patience.” His easy-going tone makes you want to jab your elbow into his stomach. “Jeez, someone’s eager. You finally warming up to me, Princess?”

And that damn nickname. Either Gojo genuinely doesn’t know how much you hate it, or he’s just trying to push your buttons some more. With the clueless grins he’d offer as he’d call you that, you’d assume the former. But with his explanation for calling you that being that you always stick your nose up at him, you don’t think he deserves any benefit of the doubt. 

You hate that nickname, yet you find yourself clenching around nothing just from hearing those familiar syllables. 

His first question came out like he was asking for the time, yet with the number of times he’s made you see galaxies, you ought to be grateful that his tone holds no cockiness. No, actually, you might prefer that instead—how dare he handle this victory with grace and nonchalance?

“This doesn’t even make us friends,” you manage to stammer through gritted teeth. Your glare remains on his hand, still drenched before you, though your frustration lies more down south than anywhere else. 

You can hear the taunting frown in the sorcerer’s voice. “Guess you won’t care for this anymore, then.”

His arm, responsible for putting you in your puddle-like state, slowly retracts, and you can feel the sorcerer take his time raising from his seated position. 

Now he’s finally giving you the space you always wanted from him, yet you surprise yourself by grabbing him by the wrist. You let go as soon as you recognize your action, but the deed has already been done. 

An overly enthusiastic gasp. “You do like me!”

“Oh, my God—If I say yes, will you just finish the job already?” you groan. 

Gojo plops back to his seating position behind you, nestling his chin onto your shoulder as he teases his hand to return between your thighs. His warm breath fans your cheek while his lips graze your earlobe. Miniscule actions that have your body heating up. Intentional on his part, most likely, though you refuse to give him any more ammo against you. 

A heavy sigh. The feigned disappointment in his tone has your brows furrowing so intensely that you worry you might pop a vein. 

“No gratitude for the hand that feeds you, huh?” The special-grade sorcerer nuzzles into your neck, his woe-is-me attitude soon replaced with a blinding grin and boyish giggle. “Oh, but you know I can’t be mad at you for long!”

Long and slender fingers bury themselves in your weeping cunt before you process his mood swings. A trembling moan slips from your mouth as his skilled ministrations resume, your sweet spot welcoming the familiar touch. His speed and rhythm return as if he never paused, further turning your brain to mush as your thighs tremble. Gojo chuckles childishly once more, the charming melody syncing with the embarrassingly loud squelching of your soaking pussy. 

Multiple orgasms later, and you ask for more. The heat from the situation must be melting your sense of reason because you can’t tell if you’re greedy or just plain stupid. 

“You crying?” Gojo’s voice carries its usual teasing lilt, the one he has specifically for you. You don’t even realize how the fresh tears glaze your vision—as if he didn’t already have enough fuel for the fire.

But you bite your tongue. You bite your tongue because there’s no convincing anyone that he’s crazy and seeing things and the last thing you need is for him to stall some more when you’re already sososo close to the edge.

A slight change in angle. It does the trick, his fingers still bullying that one spot while his palm brushes against your throbbing clit with just as much vigour. Your body tenses, a choked sob escaping your glossy lips as your orgasm hits you like a tsunami. Warm liquid follows soon after, the blue-eyed sorcerer’s movements refusing to halt and making lewd splashing sounds in the process. 

Even once everything simmers down, the impact decides to remain a bit longer. With a heaving chest and stuttering hips, the room stops spinning, slowly but surely.

A low whistle. “If you had to pee, you could have just said so.”

“Why are you like this?”

Gojo hums before slipping his fingers out of your pussy, earning him a slightly pained whimper from you. He stands back up as you wipe away the evidence of your crying, peering up at him when his shadow blankets you. His towering frame never fails to catch you off-guard, but what currently has your attention is the Special Grade sorcerer sucking his digits clean of your juices, a satisfied mewl coming straight from his throat.

“Welp,” he stretches his arms above his head, “we still have a bit of time left before we have that meeting with good ol’ Principal Yaga, so,” the sound of a zipper reaches your ears, and it's only a few seconds later that he pulls out his cock—long, stiff and painfully ready, “why not return the favour?” 

You’re too fucked out to argue against him. That’s the reasoning you’d think of using should he confront you about your willingness to comply. You can’t help it if you’re losing the staring contest against his cock, saliva pooling on your tongue as he taps his vermillion tip against your cheek.

Your lips part as your eyes flutter closed, unable to bear to look at the Special Grade sorcerer as you take him down your throat, inch by inch. The gagging sound that erupts from your throat halfway through makes your brows furrow, and you can only hope the man above you doesn’t comment. With clenched fists sitting on your lap, you further shield your sight with screwed-shut lids as you push yourself to take more, using your tongue for good measure.

A shuddered sigh leaves Gojo’s soft lips when you tease one of his veins. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

You moan in response, feeling bold enough to create a steady pace to bob your head. Whatever you couldn’t reach, your hand took care of, a part of your brain urging you to squeeze him just a bit harder. His responses only grow louder, his groaning and panting setting your face on fire.

“You’re so good at this,” he rasps, his large hand finding the top of your head. Despite his gentle touch, you furrow your brows at the contact. “Too good…” You don’t expect him to slip himself out of your mouth, holding his base away from your mouth and making you finally look up at him. Gojo tilts his head to the side. “You’ve done this before?”

You'd have thought he was teasing if it weren’t for the pout on his lips. You look at him for a moment with an incredulous expression.

“What are you talking about?” You swat his hand out of your hair. “You seriously think being with anyone outside our line of work would be easy?” The male sorcerer’s gaze carries hope at your words, a noticeable shine in those cerulean blues that make your heart stutter. Unsure of what to do next, you continue the lost momentum by pumping his pulsing cock in your hand. “I’m stuck with you, Gojo.”

You figure his shuddered gasp is from your returning touch, especially with the combination of pinched brows, quivering lips and heavy blush on his cheeks and ears. But his large hand on top of yours–the one doing all the work–tells another story.

“You really do like me, Princess!” The sorcerer exclaims, his voice wavering halfway. 

At this point, you don’t care to dissect whether or not he’s pushing your buttons. Even at a time like this….

“I meant I’m settling for you,” you grumble, ignoring how his hand practically devours yours. You manage to retract your hold from his. “Don’t make me bite you.”

Gojo giggles at your threat, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth when you plop his dick back in your mouth. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Without warning, you graze his shaft with your teeth the more you take him in your mouth. Not enough to hurt, but enough to send a message, if your irritated expression wasn’t already doing the job. 

Although, you suppose it is your fault for not taking him seriously either. Your actions earn you a whimper from the Special Grade sorcerer. Not a second later, he has his head thrown back as he pours his load down your throat. Your eyes widen at the overpowering taste, doing what you can to swallow every drop without choking. Even through his orgasm, you find yourself thinking about how he ought to cut down on the sweets. 

You’re quick to pull back for air once Gojo comes down from his high, sputtering in your hand as he sighs happily. 

“Told ya,” he muses, tucking himself back in. You wipe your mouth, glaring at him from your spot on the floor. 

“Whatever,” you grunt, putting your clothes back on before attempting to stand. If he notices your legs still wobbling, he thankfully doesn’t comment. “Let’s just hurry and get to that meeting before Yaga gets mad.”

Gojo hums with a tilt of his head as he watches you dusting off your pants.

“Oh, yeah!” He drops his fist into his palm. You throw a wary look his way when he grins. “We’ve been late this whole time, actually.”

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[dixons-sunshine]

➶you can just call me Krys➴

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[all-about-kyu]

Summary: You were simply the nanny. How you ended up here, you couldn’t explain. Pairing: Seonghwa x fem!reader Tropes: dilf au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, age gap Smut Warnings: dirty talk, degradation, impact play, daddy kink, rough sex, unprotected sex Word Count: 435 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble Event Requested by: @smallfrye​

The Hanged Man ➾ different, distinctive, unforgettable sex

“Look at you, sweetheart.” Seonghwa chuckles from behind you, running his fingers through your arousal, “Who would’ve thought the nanny could be such a filthy whore.”

“Please, just want you that’s all.” you pant trying to push back into his touch.

He cracks his hand down against your ass, making you whimper at the sudden sting, “Who are you talking to like that?”

“Want you so bad, please, Daddy. I’ll be good.” you practically whine.

A chuckle resonates from his lips follows by a sadistic smirk. You have your face buried in the sheets in hopes of maintaining the last threads of sanity you have. That all goes out the window though the moment Seonghwa flips you on your back and pins your arms above your head. The sight of him alone could have you spontaneously orgasm in moments. The small bits of grey that are starting to invade his dark locks make you grow even more desperate for the older man. The way he raises his eyebrow at you, almost challenging you to run your mouth again. He grinds his bare cock against your soaked cunt, groaning at the feeling.

“Seonghwa if you don’t fuck me right now, I swear-”

“You swear what?” he growls, “You think boys your age can fuck you like I can?”

You don’t respond. You turn your head to the side, breaking the eye contact you were previously holding with him. Seonghwa isn’t having that though. He takes his free hand and grabs ahold of your jaw. The eyes you’re met with are even darker than before.

“Answer the damn question.”

“N- no.”

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“No Daddy.” you correct yourself, “Boys my age don’t know how to please me. Only daddy does.”

“There’s my good girl,” he smirks.

Without a warning, he pushes himself into you and starts fucking you at a brutal pace. Eventually, he lets go of your hands, and you immediately let them fly to his shoulders. Your nails claw into his skin hoping to ground yourself again. Seonghwa groans filthy words in your ear which only serve to make the orgasm bubbling up inside you even more intense.

“Daddy, you take such good fucking care of me.” you moan.

He chuckles, “Is that so, darling? You know, it takes a real naughty girl to come to find me to get fucked while my child is napping just a few doors away. I guess you’re just a naughty little thing aren’t you?”

“Y- fuck yes, Daddy.” you moan again.

“I best take care of my naughty brat before you wake them up, hm?”

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[bakedbakermom]

Sharing is Caring rated X // 33k // kinktober MFM threesome

Prologue: Three's Company (ao3)

Scully and Mulder have a little talk.

She sighs, gathering herself, and then it comes out carefully, tremulously, flustered and flirty at the same time. “Have you ever had a threesome, Mulder?”

Author's Notes:

Hello my dearest friends! It is my deepest pleasure to welcome you to my MSR Kinktober Smut-a-Thon. I wrote the first draft of this in a 17-day, lust-filled haze back in April-May ’24, the words pouring forth from my fingertips without my conscious will. The smut fairy kidnapped me, locked me in her basement, did wonderful, utterly unspeakable things to me—and then released me, covered in glitter and clutching 20k of the most intense smut I have ever written. I then had to go back and write Sweet Surrender to prime the pump (so to speak) and figure out what a sub!Scully head-space would really look like, and let that inform the second draft... which, as you can see, took on a life of its own. I don’t even know how to describe this fic. It’s my masterpiece, my smutty magnum opus, 33k of delicious, kinky adventure. It’s a single night of rough, fun, dirty sex between three extremely hot people. It’s longer than Animal Farm. It’s got bondage and spanking and DP, oh my! There are big feelings and sweet moments and—I kid you not—character development. You will laugh. You will cry. You will sneak off for a little private time, and I wish you all the best. It killed my computer, twice, and my poor beta a thousand times more. At times I felt like I was just standing in the room, frantically scribbling down notes while the characters had their fun. Scenes bloomed like roses; lines of dialogue came to me as if I were hearing them aloud. Surprises leapt off the page that I did not see coming. Themes wove themselves through and I only saw them when I sat back at the very end, like strands of gold in the rich tapestry of smut. I also think I invented a new literary device I am calling “Chekhov’s Pavlov,” so keep an eye out for that. This feels very much like a “What were YOU doing at the Devil’s Sacrament?” story for me. It’s a very vulnerable thing to share kinks this deep (even if they’re not all mine), but then again, you’re here reading it. Just a reminder, never mistake fanfic for reality; these are Barbies I’m smushing together, not real people with flesh and bones and feelings. RACK is best. Eternal thanks to my beloved beta, @onlineproblems, who bore witness to this entire breakdown and encouraged it in real time. Thank you for indulging my insanity, checking my grammar, and catching my dangling modifiers before they fall. Thank you for making me giggle with delight and swoon with gratitude with your insightful comments and notes. Thank you for holding my hand as I ate myself alive with nerves. And endless thanks for your art, oh god, your absolutely stunning art, which will live in my heart (and on my walls) forever. There is no one else I trust to pick my nits and bring this world to life. My love, my precious ghostly smut wife, I am squeezing your cheeks and you kissing you softly on the mouth. Now, without further adieu… Welcome to the Devil’s Sacrament, sweetheart. Shall we dance?

tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Welcome to Kinktober 2023 everyone. 👏 Enjoy 31 days of pure smut next month. We're officially in our third year of this beautiful time. 😈This year's pieces won't be full-length like I've been trying to do because I know it's a lot harder to get them done that way, but I'll make them as long as I can for you guys. And we're changing things up. I order to make sure I get something out from all of the blogs we're gonna be doing this as a collaboration.😙

If you want to be added to the taglist simply DM me, shoot me an ask, or even reply to this post. 🙌 I can add you to only certain characters, the whole thing, or only certain kinks. Can’t wait for everyone to see what we’ll be getting up to this year. 😉 Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

If you don’t want to see the Kinktober stuff for this year then simply blacklist the tag: #bakubabes kinktober

Now take a peek at what’s to come in a month. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. I’ll link them here as they release as well.

Left To Complete Before Release: (18/31)

Day 1 - Gagging || Tobio Kageyama || "Haikyuu!!" by @bakubabes-tatakae

Day 2 - Massages || Eren Yeager || "Attack On Titan" by @yeagerdaydreams

Day 3 - Ownership || Megumi Fushiguro || "Jujutsu Kaisen" by @megumidreams

Day 4 - Desperation || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji || "Tokyo Revengers" by @drakendaydreams

Day 5 - Wall Sex || Shouta Aizawa || "Boku No Hero Academia" by @bakubabes-princess

Day 6 - Hurt/Comfort Sex || Renji Abarai || "Bleach" by @seireiteiqueen

Day 7 - Cunnilingus || Zora Ideale || "Black Clover" by @idealedreamer

Day 8 - Anal Sex || Beelzebub || "Obey Me" by @beelzebubspethuman

Day 9 - Cum Marking || Kiba Inuzuka || "Naruto" by @bakubabes-tatakae

Day 10 - First Times || Connie Springer || "Attack On Titan" by @yeagerdaydreams

Day 11 - Face-Fucking || Megumi Fushiguro || "Jujutsu Kaisen" by @megumidreams

Day 12 - Cock Warming || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji || Tokyo Revengers by @drakendaydreams

Day 13 - Public Sex || Katsuki Bakugou || "Boku No Hero Academia" by @bakubabes-princess

Day 14 - Hair Pulling || Renji Abarai || "Bleach" by @seireiteiqueen

Day 15 - Tit-Fucking || Zora Ideale || "Black Clover" by @idealedreamer

Day 16 - Master/Slave || Beelzebub || "Obey Me" by @beelzebubspethuman

Day 17 - Power Play || Benimaru Shinmon || "Fire Force" by @bakubabes-tatakae

Day 18 - Shotgunning || Porco Galliard || "Attack On Titan" by @yeagerdaydreams

Day 19 - Overstimulation || Megumi Fushiguro || "Jujutsu Kaisen" by @megumidreams

Day 20 - Hand Job || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji || "Tokyo Revengers" by @drakendaydreams

Day 21 - Phone Sex || Katsuki Bakugou || "Boku No Hero Academia" by @bakubabes-princess

Day 22 - Mirror Sex || Renji Abarai || "Bleach" by @seireiteiqueen

Day 23 - Tattoos || Zora Ideale || "Black Clover" by @idealedreamer

Day 24 - Lingerie || Beelzebub || "Obey Me" by @beelzebubspethuman

Day 25 - Shower Sex || Izaya Orihara || "Durarara!!" by @bakubabes-tatakae

Day 26 - Handcuffs || Eren Yeager || "Attack On Titan" by @yeagerdaydreams

Day 27 - Dry Humping || Megumi Fushiguro || "Jujutsu Kaisen" by @megumidreams

Day 28 - Breast Worship || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji || "Tokyo Revengers" by @drakendaydreams

Day 29 - Spanking || Katsuki Bakugou || "Boku No Hero Academia" by @bakubabes-princess

Day 30 - Face-Sitting || Renji Abarai || "Bleach" by @seireiteiqueen

Day 31 - Somnophilia || Beelzebub || "Obey Me" by @beelzebubspethuman

©2023 bakubabes-tatakae, please do not repost/modify any of my works without permission, please do not use any of my works as ASMR without my permission

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[kissatoru]

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

01. DISCLAIMERS

tumblr is currently the only platform that i post my writing on. if you find or read it anywhere else, please let me know, as it likely wasn’t posted by me or with my knowledge/permission.

my preferences tend to fluctuate (losing interest in a character/fandom, developing a like/dislike for a certain kink) so use this post as a point of reference, rather than what i have/haven’t written about in the past, and try not to take it personally if i don’t respond to a thirst.

any characters under 18 in canon have been aged-up to 18+ at least and their personalities adjusted slightly (according to my own hc lol) to accompany this.

as mentioned in my byf, what i write about won’t always be realistic or healthy. with that said, be a responsible reader; blacklist tags, heed warnings and scroll past/exit out of anything that makes you uncomfortable. fiction is not reality and if you struggle to separate the two, you won’t enjoy being here.

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i’m not a content machine, paid writer or corporation, i’m a hobbyist. i won’t be posting new works regularly and fics/events might get delayed, altered or scrapped entirely. i’m just a person who writes because i enjoy it. if it stops being enjoyable, i’ll stop doing it.

02. RULES

do not copy, modify, translate or repost my work onto any other platforms, and especially don’t feed my shit into AI, i will pour fucking CEMENT into your ears<3

in the same vein, please don’t post readings of my fics or promote/recommend them on other platforms either.

i am not comfortable with anyone taking ‘inspiration’ from my writing. the difference between inspiration and copying can be a slippery slope so i simply prefer not to be on it in the first place.

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unless i specifically request otherwise, i am not looking for formal criticism of my works. while anybody is free to analyse my writing (this is the dream, really), i don’t want unsolicited feedback from random people.

03. PREFERENCES

╰┈➤ READER

DOMINANT — i only enjoy writing dom!reader. i’ve written exactly one sub!reader drabble in the past and i’m not interested in writing more lol.

GENDER-NEUTRAL — i will always use they/them pronouns for the reader in my writing, regardless of anatomy and/or expression (e.g. even if reader is afab and wearing makeup or a dress, they will be referred to with gender-neutral language)

NON-SPECIFIC — i aim to keep the physical appearance of my reader ambiguous, so they won’t have a specified skin/eye colour, hair colour/texture, height, weight or body type. if something is implied, then it was likely just an accident on my part.

TOP/BOTTOM — my preference changes but i enjoy writing for both top! and bottom!reader.

AMAB/AFAB — i’m comfortable writing for both female and male anatomy, but it isn’t always relevant so usually it’s ambiguous/open to interpretation. sometimes the reader is written with AFAB anatomy in mind, but if this is the case, it will be mentioned in the cws.

PERSONALITY — the personality of the reader depends on the character and scenario, but i tend to lean toward a teasing, witty and/or sadistic persona :3

╰┈➤ FANDOMS & CHARACTERS

note: these may change!

SNK — mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, sasha braus, pieck finger, ymir, historia reiss, hange zoë

JJK — satoru gojo, kento nanami, shoko ieiri, yuuta okkotsu

HQ — kotaro bokuto, toru oikawa, kiyoko shimizu, saeko tanaka, alisa haiba

MISC — keigo takami, himiko toga, mitsuri kanroji, falin touden

╰┈➤ CONTENT

note: anything not listed, you are welcome to ask about!

☑ WHAT I DO WRITE

NSFW — dom! reader, praise, degradation, humiliation, frottage, edging/orgasm denial/control, ruined orgasms, overstimulation, restraints, impact play, mild pain kink, soft cbt, dacryphilia, corruption kink, size kink, mild pet play, hybrids, anal play, rimming, pegging, feminisation, s/m dynamics, role reversal, predator/prey kink

DARK — violence, yandere, stalking, manipulation, exploitation, power play, abuse of power, unhealthy/toxic relationships, blasphemy/sacrilege, some mental illnesses (i.e. those i have experience with)

☐ WHAT I MAY WRITE

NSFW — threesome/polyamory, knife play, gun play, somnophilia

DARK — dubcon, allusions to suicide and self-harm, symbolic vore/cannibalistic thoughts and urges

☒ WHAT I DON’T WRITE

NSFW — sub! reader, pregnancy/breeding, lactation kink, a/b/o, oviposition, anal (receiving), hardcore pet play, choking, scat, kinks involving most bodily fluids (spit, vomit, piss etc.), specific fetishes (feet, armpits, tickling etc.), scent kink, age play, ddlg/mdlb, (big) age gaps, infidelity, cucking, feederism

DARK — pedophilia, incest (and any other types of ‘-cest’), cnc, rape/noncon, graphic depictions of gore, suicide and self-harm, eating disorders

[tsut0ru]

#𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗧0𝗥𝗨‘𝗦 — 𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦 !

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ BASIC ESSENTIALS ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱

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꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ I WILL NOT WRITE ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱

age play, anal, misogyny, g*ngbang, voyeurism, crossdressing, chikan, alpha/omegaverse, babytrapping, coercion, pegging, a/b/o dynamics, gettin‘ caught in the act, kidnapping/drugging, daddy kink, knife play, boob t*rture, noncon, manipulation, gaslighting, stockholm syndrome, incest, face f*king, fisting, branding, flagellation, physical violence, fear kink, slave, pet play, watersports, blood, death. . . // male anatomy!reader, dominant!reader, pregnant!reader.

REQUESTS that have not fulfilled or followed my rules will not be entertained and thus, will not be acknowledged. they will be ignored and deleted. kindly respect my boundaries, thanks.

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[creative-crybaby]

Second Skin

PAIRING: timeskip!Yamagata Hayato x fem!reader

GENRE: hurt/comfort | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: fingering, nipple play, praise kink, cum eating, creampie

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3k

SUMMARY: Some days, you just want your partner all to yourself. Today is one of those days, and that want has grown to a need. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Is my codependency showing? Just going back to my smutty roots, okay? I miss my boy :(

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

You miss him. 

It’s embarrassing to admit—not because your feelings towards him are anything to be ashamed of, but because it doesn’t feel like there’s any reason to feel how you do. You’re fortunate enough to have breakfast together most mornings and be home before the other is too tired to stay up longer. Assuming you have dinner together, the atmosphere is a weighted blanket, the two of you exhausted from a hard day’s work, but still more than content to return to the other. 

Tonight is no different when you catch the sound of the doorknob jiggling. 

You almost forget to send your email before hastily pushing your laptop off your lap and onto the couch, making your way to the entrance of your apartment. 

“I’m home—” Your presence is enough to cut Yamagata’s sentence as he shuts the door behind him. A smile immediately eases onto his features as you take his sports bag from his hold, quickly placing it out of the way. He’s already removed his shoes when you pull him into an embrace, one tight enough to have him huff from the force. Not that it stops him from returning the affection. “Good to see you, too.”

The humorous tone makes the corners of your lips twitch upwards, though you further bury yourself into him, inhaling his scent.

“Hey.” The proximity muffles your voice. The libero gently pulls away to get you to face him.

“Missed me?” he muses, his usual boyish grin spreading on his lips. It’s enough to make you melt, your knees refusing to support the rest of your body as warmth radiates from your cheeks. 

Your nod is enough to make the corners of his mouth drop. Even with his resting mean face, you know he’s far from upset. Still, you don’t feel like elaborating. 

You plant your fingers into his hair, now down and slightly dishevelled without the gel. “Showered at practice?”

Yamagata hums in confirmation, leaning into your touch as you gently play with the strands that stick out. “Have you eaten yet?”

You shake your head. “Feels a little too early for that.”

In all honesty, dinner’s the last thing you want to discuss. You can hardly answer your boyfriend’s questions when your focus keeps flickering to his lips, eyelids drooping as your brain transfixes on what you’re really drooling over.  

If you’d look just a bit higher, you’d see that it hasn’t taken him long to catch on to your thoughts. 

Another smile makes its way onto his face, this one far more teasing. “Care to share your thoughts with the class?”

You pout, looking away as you tighten your arms around his neck. “You’re full of questions today, aren’t you? Is this an interrogation?”

Your boyfriend’s hold on your waist slides to your hips, his thumbs brushing patterns on your leggings as he tries to regain eye contact with you. Your stubbornness and embarrassment persevere, however, and they’re working overtime to keep your gaze away from his.

Yamagata won’t have it, it seems. One of his hands finds your chin, leading you to peer back at him. His usually arched brows soften, but it doesn’t hide that familiar glint in his eyes.

“This is an interrogation,” his tone is serious before it changes to something much lower, “and I’ll use any methods necessary to get answers out of you.”

Next thing you know, the libero pulls you into him even closer (if possible) and attacks your face with kisses, aiming for any spot he can find. You squeal, shuddering in his tight hold but doing little to escape it. 

Eventually, your lover travels his affection to your neck, trailing down your jaw before nibbling on the spot he knows makes you weak. It isn’t until he starts sucking on the area do you release a quiet whimper, and Yamagata freezes. He plants one last kiss on your cheek before pulling back, his arms keeping you in his embrace.

“Talk to me.” When he speaks to you like that, all soft and voice lowered like his words are for no one else, you want nothing more than to dissolve in his arms. Keep him talking to you just like that about anything and everything–you don’t really care–so long as it’s just you two in that conversation. It’s a bedtime story you know nothing about, not bothering to understand its plot or the depth of every character. Having him want to share something with you is what eases you into that vulnerability that you’d otherwise convince yourself you don’t have.

You lean to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I need you to touch me.”

One blink of realization later, and Yamagata’s pulling you in by the back of your neck, slamming his lips against yours. You’re immediately lulled into a haze as his tongue finds yours, swirling around as he carefully leads you to the bedroom. Even with your brain on autopilot, your actions show eagerness as you try to remove his clothes on the way. And with him getting handsy and copying your idea, you know he’s just as enthusiastic, leaving a trail of shirts and pants.

You’re both in your undergarments when you feel the back of your knees hit the foot of the bed and pull away from the kiss. 

“Need you close,” you pant, unclasping your bra. “Need to feel as much of you as possible.”

Your boyfriend’s already occupied gently biting the junction of your neck as he helps you remove your panties. “Anything you want, pretty.”

Not a second after you feel your underwear drop to your ankles, you climb the bed while kicking the useless material off you. Yamagata follows suit, leaning against the headboard and settling you between his legs. You lean back in his hold, taking his hands and placing them on your breasts. Ever the soulmate, he takes the lead, tweaking at your nipples while he resumes his handiwork on your neck with his mouth. 

You shiver. Despite the warmth, you find yourself pulling your lover closer, his body heat meshing with yours. And yet, it’s not the least bit overwhelming; if anything, it’s not enough. You need him in all five senses—you’d create a sixth one if it meant having more of him. His touch is everywhere you’d let him lay his hands on, and his musk invades your olfactory, making your head spin. And while he occasionally sighs or groans during his ministrations, you can’t see his face from your current position, nor can you put your mouth on any part of him you’d like. 

Frustration burns in your chest, and you hunch over to remove his lips from you before twisting your neck to kiss them. Your eyes struggle to refrain from fluttering closed as you let him surround you in every way possible, ignoring the strain on your neck as the libero complies with your neediness. 

You don’t miss how he hooks his muscular legs over yours to keep them open, nor the ticklish feeling of one of his hands travelling south. The squeezing and tugging of your breast don’t simmer away as Yamagata brings attention to your pussy, collecting your essence between your lower lips before toying with your clit. 

“Hayato!” you gasp as you pull away, your body jolting from his touch as your lungs try to take in as much oxygen as possible. The small, tight circles on your pearl have you rolling your hips in tandem, though your boyfriend is quick to tighten his cage on your legs.

“You trust me, right?” he hums against your ear, planting a kiss below it before you nod meekly. His ministrations don’t falter as he momentarily buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. “Then relax. Lemme take care of you the way you deserve.”

Your bottom lip quivers as his breath tickles your skin, and it isn’t until he finally slides a finger into your entrance that you allow yourself to release whatever noises you’ve been bottling up.

A pleased hum buzzes against your neck as you mewl and whimper at every touch. Soon enough, a warm tongue follows suit, dancing across your skin in appreciation as you grind with the libero’s finger. The light squelching doesn’t help your situation either, adding fuel to the fire and setting your body ablaze every time the sounds reach your ears. 

Then Yamagata adds another finger, further stretching you open. Nothing you haven’t done with him before, but even in the clouds, you can feel everything more than one would. 

“You hear yourself?” he whispers. You can practically feel his smile while he picks up his speed, the lewd melody between your legs almost masking his words. “You hear how much you need me?”

A nod is all you can offer, embarrassment and lust swirling in your belly as your lover continues attacking your sweet spot. With his hold on your legs, you have little room to buck your hips in tandem. If anything, it feels like the sun is growing closer, sweat clinging to your skin where it connects to his muscular thighs.

Your voice finds you before you find it. “Can’t wait any longer.”

Your words are plenty for the libero as he pulls his fingers out, licking them clean of your slick while ensuring you catch every second of the performance. You barely get to whine at the display before he brings you in for another kiss, sharing your taste. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as they flutter closed, and you want to stay like that forever.

But you don’t get forever. You pout once Yamagata pulls away and aren’t given a chance to complain as he leads you into a new position, having you lay on your back with him hovering over you, his thumbs hooked past his underwear’s waistband. It’s hard to miss the bulge in his boxers, having felt it poke you as your bodies pressed against each other, though watching your boyfriend free his cock of his restraints makes you salivate nonetheless.

He’s using one hand to pump his shaft while using the other to spread your legs, chocolate eyes lidded and cheeks flushed as his gaze wanders your naked body. It’s enough to make you shiver.

“You’ve been so patient,” he practically coos, getting closer to line his cock with your entrance and rubbing his tip against your lower lips. “Gonna make it worth the wait. Promise, baby.”

You’d swoon at his reassurance had it not been for your neediness, hazy eyes watching as he finally pushes in. The familiar stretch makes you sigh, and your arms find their place around his neck, pulling the libero closer. 

Normally, Yamagata likes taking his time sinking into your warm cunt, teasing you and getting you ansty. You’re grateful for his mercy, opting to fill you to the hilt fast enough without hurting you. It isn’t until his hips touch yours that you wrap your legs around his lower back. 

He chuckles airily. “Ready, sweet girl?”

You nod before pulling his body closer to yours, desperate to feel him more than you already are. Your lover happily indulges in your clinginess, burying his face in your neck as he begins with slow strokes. You moan, your fingers dancing in his locks as you take him in. Even with your body relaxing in his hold, your mind is racing. 

It’s not enough. You’ve become one, and it’s not enough. 

Your bottom lip quivers—Yamagata seems to notice, halting his movements and nudging your cheek with his nose. 

You don’t answer him at first, not when he gently calls your name the first and second times. By then, he’s come out of his hiding spot, and his eyes widen upon seeing your face. You can only guess he knows you’re crying before you do.

“Hey,” he shushes, his brows furrowed with worry. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? We can stop if you—”

“No!” You don’t want to hear the rest of that sentence, your hold on him tightening. “I need more. I hate feeling like this, and you’re perfect–so fucking perfect for me–but I need feel all of you, all the time.” You finish with a hiccup, your tears blurring your vision and helping you avoid his reaction. Instead, you try to calm your breathing, the occasional sob cutting you off. Eventually, you manage to add meekly. “I miss you.”

You’re hesitant to remove your arms from his neck, but the tears keep coming and wetting every inch of your skin it touches, and you feel like clawing at something. All you can do is wipe them away the best you can, hating that this is all happening now in front of him.

But then your vision returns, and your lover looks at you with a soft smile and an even softer gaze that makes your heart melt and leak out of your eyes some more. 

“I miss you, too.”

His lips return to yours once more, slotting together as you wrap your arms around his neck again, and he resumes his thrusting. Faster and deeper, his cock reaches spots that have you seeing stars while his mouth steals every breath in exchange for even more of him. Your chest burns as your cunt stretches and moulds into his shape, and your brain is a mere puddle between your ears. 

You’re in heaven.

“‘M close,” you gasp once the libero pulls back for air. The coil in your lower belly drives you mad, and all you can do is pathetically grind along with his movements. It’s enough to make you sob; Yamagata rests his forehead against yours.

“Me, too,” he rasps, his warm breath fanning your face. You try to resume your kiss, but you only plant a peck on the corner of his mouth. You groan in frustration, and he chuckles, shifting to give you what you want. With a satisfied hum, you wrap your legs tighter around his body: an invitation to finish inside. Even with your hold on his body, his languid thrusts remain as deep as before, albeit sloppier as you approach your peaks. 

A calloused hand glides down your body and between your thighs, finding your clit and messily rubbing it. It’s the final push, with bliss and intoxication as a veil that blankets you. Your glossy eyes manage to see heaven waiting at the altar. Vows are exchanged through swollen lips, words no longer necessary as the two of you share oxygen.

I do, I do, I do.

Time is slow while your thoughts are reeling. You don’t realize Yamagata’s laying on top of you with his face buried in your neck, having spilled his load in your sensitive pussy, until you feel some of his release slowly dribble out. You exhale shakily, somewhat enjoying his weight on you as you allow your legs to relax on the mattress.

The internal panic sets in when you feel Yamagata slowly pull back, and you hook your leg around his hip again. 

“I wanna stay like this,” you mumble against his skin, “just for a bit longer.”

He’s frozen for a moment before his body relaxes, strong arms bringing you closer as he shifts to lay next to you. “This good?”

There’s not a lot of room for you to nod, but the movement of your head is still enough of an answer. 

A pause. Not awkward, though you’ve never been a fan of the silence. It’s a chance for the volleyball player to ease up and take things slowly, something you’d always wish for him. For you, no exterior sound means there’s plenty of room for your thoughts to bounce around. Doing something–anything–can be a distraction—even better if it’s one of the tasks clawing away at your precious hours of sleep. 

Maybe it’s some kind of afterglow effect, but you find yourself able to do something about the issue, baby step or otherwise. 

“Thank you for putting up with me.”  

Yamagata’s lips press against your head, and you can practically feel his frown. If at all possible, he tightens the embrace.

“I’m not ‘putting up’ with anything, “ he responds gruffly. “I love you.”

You bite your bottom lip to stop it from quivering, your fingers mindlessly dancing across your lover’s tanned skin. You wonder if he hears you when you whisper an “I love you, too”—feeling his lips plant on your forehead is plenty of reassurance. 

“I just don’t want to come off as clingy, you know?” you reiterate. You try to, anyway. 

“Maybe I like clingy.” You feel the libero shrug, and you can hear the evergrowing grin in his tone. You find yourself copying his expression.

Yamagata’s known for his energy, especially the aggressiveness that comes with it—the bruises he gives himself from volleyball practice are more than enough evidence. And while you can handle his eccentricity even before you two became a couple, that didn’t stop your mutuals from wondering how you’d keep up. 

But the libero won’t break your bones with his hugs, nor do his teeth clash with yours during heavy makeout sessions—his embrace melts your body into him while his lips and tongue take your breath away. He gets giddy when you wear his clothes and keeps you farthest away from the street when you’re both on the sidewalk. 

All of that, wrapped in a pretty bow and handed to you with the most delicate expression. Just like the one he’s giving you now, having pulled back from the embrace to examine your face.

Be still, your heart.

“You’re perfect,” you say without realizing.

“So I’ve been told,” he chuckles before rolling you both over to sit up, never letting you go. You offer a puzzled expression, and he kisses your temple. “We’re continuing all this in the bathtub. Scented candles, bubbles, the whole shebang.” your body follows his as he dismounts the bed, slowly leading you to the bathroom while checking if you have the strength to move. Your leaning into his frame is more emotional support than physical, and that boyish smile returns to his face again. “I’m not done taking care of you.”

Be still, your heart, indeed.

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

[seireiteiqueen]

Welcome to Kinktober 2022 everyone. 👏 Enjoy 31 days of pure smut this October. 😈 If you want to be added to the taglist simply DM me, shoot me an ask, or even reply to this post. 🙌 I can add you to only certain characters, the whole thing, or only certain kinks. Can’t wait for everyone to see what we’ll be getting up to this year. 😉 Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

If you don’t want to see the Kinktober stuff for this year then simply blacklist the tag : seireiteiqueen kinktober

Now take a peek at what’s to come in October. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. I’ll link them here as they release as well.

Day 1 - Ass Worship || Renji Abarai

Day 2 - Anal Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 3 - Face Sitting || Ichigo Kurosaki

Day 4 - Dancing || Renji Abarai

Day 5 - Overstimulation || Renji Abarai

Day 6 - Master/Slave || Byakuya Kuchiki

Day 7 - Male Submission || Renji Abarai

Day 8 - Public Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 9 - Lingerie || Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Day 10 - Desperation || Renji Abarai

Day 11 - Piercings || Renji Abarai

Day 12 - Skype Sex || Shuhei Hisagi

Day 13 - Toys || Renji Abarai

Day 14 - Water Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 15 - Suspension || Kisuke Urahara

Day 16 - Outercourse || Renji Abarai

Day 17 - Knife Play || Renji Abarai

Day 18 - Hate Sex || Ichigo Kurosaki

Day 19 - Begging || Renji Abarai

Day 20 - Shower Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 21 - Daddy Kink || Toshiro Hitsugaya

Day 22 - Cum Marking || Renji Abarai

Day 23 - Thigh Riding || Renji Abarai

Day 24 - Rimming || Ikkaku Madarame

Day 25 - Shotgunning || Renji Abarai

Day 26 - Rough Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 27 - Size Difference || Sosuke Aizen

Day 28 - Outdoor Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 29 - Body Worship || Renji Abarai

Day 30 - One Night Stand || Isshin Kurosaki

Day 31 - Squirting || Renji Abarai

©️2022 seireiteiqueen, please do not repost/modify without my permission, please do not use my work as ASMR without my permission

[all-about-kyu]

Pairing: Jeno x fem!reader Genre: Smut Rating: R 18+

Summary: You always knew Jeno liked how small you are compared to him, you didn’t know the extent though.

Warnings: language Smut Warnings: size kink, thigh slapping, mirror sex, praise kink, unprotected sex, clit stimulation, creampie

Word Count: 438 for day 11 of the @neohub​ kinktober event || my kinktober masterlist

“Look at you baby, so tiny in my lap.” Jeno comments, directing your attention to the mirror across from your bed.

You had been sitting between your boyfriend’s legs for a while now. He’s been teasing you for what feels like forever, his fingers gently grazing over your folds and the skin of your thighs but never enough to give you the satisfaction you wanted. When you start to squirm he isn’t having it though. A harsh slap comes down on your thigh, making you wince slightly but feel much more aroused simultaneously.

“Look at you, my perfect little angel, so tiny and pretty for me. Will you let me fuck you now?” he groans lowly.

“Yes, please, please, yes.” you mumble back, more than ready for him.

Without another word, he lifts up from between his thighs and sinks you down onto his member. You let out a high whine feeling how much he fills you. He lets out a constant stream of praise and comments on your size as he bounces you on his cock. His lips lay kisses along your shoulder and neck, though, his eyes never move from the mirror. Your eyes meet for a brief moment and you can’t help but let out a broken moan at how he’s looking at you. He looks like he might devour you on the spot.

“So fucking tiny and tight for me. I could stay wrapped up in this little pussy of yours all day long.”

You don’t know how long he’s been bouncing you, your concept of time is completely warped due to your fucked out state. All you know is that Jeno starts placing bites along your previously hickey-free skin and you know he’s about to cum. You feel his fingers snake down and start rubbing small tight circles against your clit making you feel that knot tie tighter in your belly. Within a few moments, you feel his cum deep inside you and it triggers your own orgasm. Your thighs shake but Jeno holds you grounded as you ride out your high.

“Such a good girl.” he whispers against your skin, “You feel okay? You’re not hurting anywhere?”

You shake your head no, “Just where you slapped my thigh, it doesn’t hurt too bad though.”

He hums in acknowledgment, lifting you up and placing you down on the bed next to him, “I’ll be right back okay? You get comfy and when I get back we’ll get you cleaned up and rest for a while.”

You smile and nod at him, already half asleep, “I love you.”

“I love you too, little angel.”

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[drakendaydreams]

Welcome to Kinktober 2022 everyone. 👏 Enjoy 31 days of pure smut this October. 😈 If you want to be added to the taglist simply DM me, shoot me an ask, or even reply to this post. 🙌 I can add you to only certain characters, the whole thing, or only certain kinks. Can’t wait for everyone to see what we’ll be getting up to this year. 😉 Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

If you don’t want to see the Kinktober stuff for this year then simply blacklist the tag : drakendaydreams kinktober

Now take a peek at what’s to come in October. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. I’ll link them here as they release as well.

Day 1 - Face Sitting || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 2 - Hair Pulling || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 3 - Handcuffs || Shuji Hanma

Day 4 - Innocence || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 5 - Male Submission || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 6 - Massages || Takemichi Hanagaki

Day 7 - Nipple Play || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 8 - Obedience Training || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 9 - Piercings || Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Day 10 - Punishment || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 11 - Sleepy Sex || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 12 - Speech Restriction || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 13 - Dub-Con || Keisuke Baji

Day 14 - Tattoos || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 15 - Wax || Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Day 16 - Praise || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 17 - Begging || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 18 - Breast Worship || Takemichi Hanagaki

Day 19 - Temperature Play || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 20 - Cock Worship || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 21 - Thigh Riding || Kazutora Hanemiya

Day 22 - Balcony Sex || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 23 - Swallowing || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 24 - Cream-Pie || Shuji Hanma

Day 25 - Size Difference || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 26 - Gagging || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 27 - Collaring || Takemichi Hanagaki

Day 28 - Hand Job || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 29 - Squirting || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Day 30 - Tit-Fucking || Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Day 31 - Aftercare || Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

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[yeagerdaydreams]

Welcome to Kinktober 2022 everyone. 👏 Enjoy 31 days of pure smut this October. 😈 If you want to be added to the taglist simply DM me, shoot me an ask, or even reply to this post. 🙌 I can add you to only certain characters, the whole thing, or only certain kinks. Can’t wait for everyone to see what we’ll be getting up to this year. 😉 Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

If you don’t want to see the Kinktober stuff for this year then simply blacklist the tag : yeagerdaydreams kinktober

Now take a peek at what’s to come in October. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. I’ll link them here as they release as well.

Day 1 - Anal Sex || Eren Yeager

Day 2 - Wall Sex || Eren Yeager

Day 3 - Skype Sex || Levi Ackerman

Day 4 - Biting/Scratching || Eren Yeager

Day 5 - Master/Slave || Eren Yeager

Day 6 - Fingering || Connie Springer

Day 7 - Rimming || Eren Yeager

Day 8 - Role Play || Eren Yeager

Day 9 - Desperation || Reiner Braun

Day 10 - Voyeurism || Eren Yeager

Day 11 - Sex Worker AU || Eren Yeager

Day 12 - Public Sex || Jean Kirstein

Day 13 - Water Sex || Eren Yeager

Day 14 - Hurt/Comfort || Eren Yeager

Day 15 - Power Play || Porco Galliard

Day 16 - Shower Sex || Eren Yeager

Day 17 - Hate Sex || Eren Yeager

Day 18 - Phone Sex || Levi Ackerman

Day 19 - Knife Play || Eren Yeager

Day 20 - Mutual Masturbation || Eren Yeager

Day 21 - Dancing || Zeke Yeager

Day 22 - Cum Marking || Eren Yeager

Day 23 - Reunion || Eren Yeager

Day 24 - Friends With Benefits || Reiner Braun

Day 25 - Outercourse || Eren Yeager

Day 26 - Rough Sex || Eren Yeager

Day 27 - Bed-Sharing || Jean Kirstein

Day 28 - Spanking || Eren Yeager

Day 29 - Outdoor Sex || Eren Yeager

Day 30 - One Night Stand || Porco Galliard

Day 31 - Sex In A Crisis Situation || Eren Yeager

©2022 yeagerdaydreams, please do not repost/modify without my permission, please do not use my work as ASMR without my permission

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[mandoalorian]

Borrowed Time [Din Djarin x F!Reader] SMUT

ੈ♡˳‧₊*: • Chapter 8: The Truth ✩࿐ ˚.✧

Summary: You are the princess of Mandalore, held hostage on your own planet by Moff Gideon and his army of Imperial troopers. Left with no choice, you send out a distress signal; a plea for protection— and who comes? None other than Din Djarin, a foundling of The Death Watch. He, by creed, is your sworn enemy. And where you have asked for his protection, he has been told by his mentor that he must marry you and gain the ability to restore Mandalore to its former glory.

Word Count: 2200>

Warnings: more angst and feelings! 18+ SMUT; unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), f receiving oral, fingering… very soft sex andddd a praise kink because it’s Din’s first time giving oral :’)

AN: Please reblog to spread this around! It’s not showing up in tags! i think i’m still semi-shadow banned:(

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Din didn’t say anything for a long time. He didn’t understand. Not the Manda’lor? How could that be possible? If you weren’t the Manda’lor, then... who were you? As if you were reading his thoughts, you closed your eyes and turned around so you were facing the brick wall behind you, and tried your very best to explain the truth. You had to at least make an attempt. You ignored the choked nervous knot in your throat. You couldn’t bear to look at him.

How could you ever even begin to explain this to him. You’d never spoken about what happened back on Mandalore to anyone. You’d kept it to yourself all this time. It was so painful. But you had to try.

“My mother was Duchess Satine Kryze, and I am, by technicality, the Princess of Mandalore. I always will be. When my mother died, fifteen years ago, I became heir to the throne. I became the Manda’lor, and... everything was fine. I had everything under control, and, dare I say, I was a good leader. Until one night, there was a planned attack by the Imperials on my city and they slaughtered everyone. They raided homes and killed children…” a single tear slipped down your cheek. “Moff Gideon came to see me. He wanted… the darksaber. So he had his troopers raid the palace and they found it. And once he wielded it, he became the rightful ruler of Mandalore. And, I still don’t have it back… I’ve-- I’ve never felt so helpless. And responsible for the murder of my people.”

You were crushed. You thought by admitting all of this, it would take the giant burden you’d been holding this entire time off your shoulders, but it didn’t. It only made you dread all the built up pain and anguish you had in your heart… for letting this happen and for lying to Din. You really had failed everyone around you, but most importantly, you’d failed yourself.

Bringing your hand to your wedding ring, you twiddled it around your finger and took a shaky exhale. “Din, I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. I can leave, and you’ll never see me again. I promise you that much. But I will get the darksaber back and I will be the rightful ruler of Mandalore. These were my people he killed. He stole it from me. And I won’t let the Imperial’s take anymore than they already have. Not without a fight.”

Compiling all the remaining bravery left in you, you turned back around to face Din and opened your eyes.

And your heart stopped.

His eyes were big and brown and sad. He had short, shaggy brown hair and a light stubble which grazed his jaw. His pink lips were parted slightly as he looked at you with his own eyes. No visor modifying his vision of you. This was raw, and completely him. He’d taken off his helmet.

You tried to ask him why, but no words came out.

“So that’s why the Imperials were chasing after you?” His jaw ticked but Maker, his voice without the helmet was as soft as silk. Rich and velvety.

He was handsome too. More handsome than you could’ve ever even imagined. In a rugged way, not in your typical Prince of Mandalore way. But you liked it a lot.

“Yes,” you swallowed thickly. “Moff Gideon imprisoned me in the palace and he never wanted me to leave. He made me promise to never tell anyone that he had the darksaber, because no doubt, any Mandalorian who found out the truth would venture after him to try and reclaim it for themselves. I was forced to live this lie. But I had to do something. That’s when I sent out the distress signal to coverts around the galaxy. That’s when you came for me, and helped me escape.”

Din tried his hardest to process your words. It… made sense. His gaze fell from your face and he looked down at the ground. He looked so sad and your heart ached. If there was a way you could fix this, you were pretty sure you’d do anything. In that very moment, you didn’t even care about the Mandalorian throne or the darksaber. You just cared about Din.

“Din, I’m so sorry.” you began, preparing to fully beg for his forgiveness, but before you could say anymore, his lips came crashing into yours.

He didn’t have anything to say to you, really. He was just so enamoured by you, that he didn’t care. You could lie to him a million times over and he’d forgive you, because you were just too perfect. You were, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And he loved you.

He should be mad, he knew that much. But he couldn’t bring himself to hate you when all he could think about was just how beautiful your lips were. The entire time you were talking, he was fighting the urge to kiss you. Until finally, he just couldn’t resist anymore.

His mouth was soft and fit perfectly against yours. Your eyes snapped shut and a surprised moan fell from your lips as he took you in his arms and held you. You loved the way it felt… his hands on your body and caressing your skin. Was this… the first time he’d kissed? He was so passionate yet gentle, and Maker, you didn’t want it to end. He was absolutely gorgeous, and such an amazing kisser. When you thought he was going to break away, you raised your hands to his face and cupped his cheeks, swiping your tongue over his lower lip and signalling for him to continue the kiss. He did so, and you opened your mouth, granting him deeper access.

A minute or so later, when the both of you were practically gasping for breath, he pulled off you and rested his forehead against yours. If he was unsure about his feelings before, he knew for certain now.

“We’ll have to leave at dawn,” Din said eventually, huffing and looking into your eyes. His hands were still planted firmly on your hips and he nudged his nose against yours. “There’ll be less Imps around, the earlier we leave.”

You were baffled. “I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“We’re getting the darksaber back,” he confirmed. “You’re getting the darksaber back. You are the rightful ruler of Mandalore.”

You couldn’t believe it. He still wanted to help you, even after admitting to him that you’d been lying. He no longer had a duty to protect you, and yet he was doing this not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

“Are you sure?” you gasped, completely exasperated. “Are you sure you still want to help me?”

Din nodded his head wordlessly before kissing you again. “We should rest before our escape tomorrow,” Din breathed. “I have a room here.”

“Take me.” you begged, curling your body into his.

Din’s room at the covert was no different to the many other rooms that were habited by other Mandalorians. It was a small boxy room with a bed in the corner. At least it was a real bed though, and not Din’s poor excuse for a bed back on the Crest. He closed the door behind him and turned on the light, although it wasn’t bright whatsoever. It barely illuminated the room in this dull, amber colour, but it was just enough to cast your shadows on the wall.

You gulped, not tearing your eyes from him once. “I think you’re very handsome,” you blurted out, smiling when you noticed a rosy blush cross Din’s cheeks. “And I think it’s a real shame that you have to hide your face. I just know that those brown eyes could charm you out of trouble.”

Din chuckled nervously. “I think you’re very pretty too,” he said. “But you probably hear that a lot.”

You shook your head, the smile never leaving your lips once. “No.”

When Din kissed you, it felt like heaven. As the moment became more and more heated, both of you ended up undressing, and discarding your clothing and his armour into a pile on the floor.

Din carefully laid you down on his bed and hovered over you, planting kisses down your neck, along your collarbones and down your chest. He brought his hand over to your breasts and began with giving them a few experimental squeezes. He brushed his thumb over your hardening nipple and pinched it, earning a moan of pleasure from you.

Not taking his lips from yours, he dropped his hand down your body and to the hem of your panties, dipping his finger under the waistband and feeling just how wet you’d already become. He chuckled to himself, his thick and deft index finger tracing quick and tight circles across your clit. You arched your back into him, a foggy haze crossing your vision as he worked you into a complete state of euphoria.

You chanted his name like it was a prayer, caressing his biceps and holding onto him. After he drew out your first orgasm, he tapped on your thigh. You lifted up your ass so he could pull down your panties and take them off completely. You were an absolute sight to behold, there was no denying that. Your folds were slick with your arousal and Din done everything he could to contain himself. Licking his lips, he knelt down between your legs and began to lap his tongue around your bundle of nerves, even sucking occasionally on your sweet spot.

“Does-- does that feel good?” Din asked, briefly pausing just before you were about to cum again. Your legs were shaking with pleasure and Din just wanted to make sure you were alright. “I’m-- I’ve never done this before.” he confessed.

“Oral?” you asked breathlessly, rolling your head into the pillow.

“Mhm,” he confirmed, nibbling and pressing lovebites into the soft flesh of your thighs. “Never took off my helmet.”

You moaned something incoherent when the curve of his nose rubbed against your clit and you felt the warmth of his breath fan over your core.

“It’s good Din, so good,” you sighed longingly. “You’re doing so good. Please don’t stop.”

So Din kept at it until eventually you were a heaving, quivering mess, and he drove out your second orgasm. When he pulled away from you, a trail of his saliva pulled between your wet cunt and his lips, but he immediately licked himself clean and leaned over your body so he could kiss you again. The way you could taste yourself on his mouth felt so erotic.

You pulled his hard and leaking cock from the confines of his underwear and began to pump at his length. He was hot and heavy, and somehow, he was even better than you had imagined. Even as you stroked him, you yearned for him, and you could feel your cunt clench around nothing as you wished for him to fuck you already.

Din loved how you were a needy, squirming mess beneath him. He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed his engorged tip inside of you, taking a few moments to allow you to adjust to his length. The wet noises as he thrusted into you were lewd and obscenely loud, and if you were with anyone else you might’ve felt embarrassed -- but as Din built up his rhythm and held on to your hips, you couldn’t even think straight enough to feel embarrassed.

“Din,” you cried out, letting your fingers curl in his brown locks of hair. “Oh Din.”

His own hips began to stutter and with a loud gasp, you felt his cock convulse inside of you and a spurt of his creamy hot seed rope your walls.

Din let himself soften inside of you as he caught his breath, eventually rolling off you and laying by your side. He wrapped his arms around you and spooned you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until eventually, you fell asleep in his arms.

“You will reclaim Mandalore,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I promise.”

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