#gimme backshots

[thirtyratsinasuit]

HEYY, WHO WANTS TO SEE HOW DIFFERENT RORY CHARACTERS FLIRT??? I KNOW YOU DO ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

featuring Charlie Walker + Eurory.

CHARLIE WALKER ☆

dude is so socially awkward istg

he sees you for the first time at school and bro is obsessed

he studies you from afar at first.

he walks up to u and says “what shampoo do u use??”

totally not creepy

he screws everything up so bad but he’s so bbg that u can’t really see the red flags

🚩

he is a total yandere

“oh u talked to that guy over there?” he’s found dead the next morning.

totally the type to leave little gifts on ur porch like a cat.

repeatedly drops hints

ØYSTEIN AARSETH☆

dude sees you for the first time at a bar

immediately starts talking to u

“Damn. Are you my dentist? Bc I want you in my mouth.”

you start giggling and he eventually bags ur number

bro is persistent.

“Nice ass.”

comes off as a total prick.

bc he is one

still winds up getting ur number

thinks ur hot and isn’t afraid to say it

OH MY GOD I DID IT,,

@kappasbbgirl

[eyeheartboobiez]

shower sex w/ jason

ask: I’ve been craving backshots with Jaybird(possibly in the shower)and reader being blackout cockdrunk, I don’t know if you’re comfortable with degradation, praise/degradation or slightly mean!Jason so I’ll leave that optional(if you’re not comfortable with that forget I ever said that). And ofc filthy dirty talk is always welcome 😉

a/n: @nyxx01 IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG I HOPE U LIKE IT

wc: 800-ish

tw: subspace themes

"Shut up and take it."

The steam radiating throughout the bathroom was nothing compared to what was actually happening in the shower. What was supposed to be a simple wash after a night out, abruptly turned into something much more pornographic.

For hours now, Jason had been plowing into your entrance, not thinking too let up in the slightest. You were surprised the water hadn’t gone cold considering the two of you had been at it for hours now.

Despite the hot water cascading down your skin, your nipples grazing the tile of the wall, or even the slight clutch of Jason’s hand around your throat, you felt completely stripped of all your senses. 

Absolutely weak in the knees by now, your body had gone completely limp from being handled so brutally. The sobs of pleasure slipping from your lips were the only signs of life from you. 

As the rhythm of Jason’s thrusts shook your entire body, you were sure you’d have fallen over by now had it not been for his iron grip around your torso. "Jace,” you huffed, “Jus’ gimme a sec-"

A piercing smack shrilled through the air, loud enough to be heard between the pouring water and your shameless moans. You didn’t even realize how much your rear stung until you noticed callused hands teasingly rub at the stricken area, “Nuh uh, you don't get to talk. Not right now."

The vigilante moved to grip you by your elbows, his hips still thrusting at an unforgiving pace. Tears stained your cheeks as you began to cry, the saltiness of your cries somehow finding a way to stand out against the tap water around you. 

"Aww, you crying sweetheart? I thought you wanted to be treated like a whore t’night, hm? Thought this was what you wanted, baby.” His teases did nothing but add to your arousal, only hurting you on a surface level.

“I should just spread you open and pound you till tomorrow, huh?" He cooed. “I’d finally fuck the brat outta you. Maybe then you’ll start being good ‘fa me.”

You practically shuddered at the thought, desperate to be filled with more of Jason’s cum. His feigned sympathy made your eyes water even more.

However, that dream was quickly shut down. His sudden talkativeness was a telltale sign that he was close to reaching his peak.

Not even a minute later, you felt his hips shudder vigorously against your backside, the grip on you tightening as he was pushed over the edge. Ropes of cum pulsed from the girth between his legs, penetrating deep within your sensitive hole

“Mmmf, there we go.” Groans sputtered from his mouth, languid praises rumbling from chest, “That’s it hon, give it to me.”

Following him in sequence, you reached your final orgasm of the night. Your knees buckled and convulsions took over your body as you felt the climax rush through you. 

Before you could hit the floor though, the Gothamite was quick to catch you in his arms. Gently, he sat you down on the floor of the tub, making sure to angle you away from the pouring water.

Feeling the ground beneath you, your senses were slowly coming back to you. While you weren’t necessarily dickmatized anymore, your thoughts were still a bit hazy.

The water rinsing you down, a fresh towel drying you off, butter massaging its way into your skin; everything happened in a blur. But, even while your mind was still trying to catch up with the world around you, you knew that you were in good hands.

“C'mon doll, help me out a little here.” Blinking into reality, you looked to see you were sat on the edge of your bed, dressed in one of your boyfriend’s tee shirts. Jason was standing between your legs, attempting to wrap your hair for the night, but your drowsy figure was no help whatsoever.

Straightening up, you moved to make the job easier for him. “There ya’ go,” he muttered, the low timbre of his voice only lulling you further to sleep, “Look at you bein’ so good for me now.”

Once your mane was taken care of, you hastily made your way under the sheets, the soft fabric covering you in a blanket of warmth. After making sure you were comfortable, the batboy made his way over to his side of the bed, settling himself in right beside you.

Although, just as you were about to clock out for the night, Jason squished your cheeks together, forcing your eyes to meet his, "Maybe next time think twice before flirting with the bartender, hm?"

You knew he was still irritated with you, but the goodnight kiss he left on your forehead told you he’d get over it. Sooner or later.

a/n: this reads like a wattpad fic (derogatory)

[shookuna]

// HEATWAVE! // T FUSHIGURO

a/n: first post on tha new blog !!! eeee !!! this is dedicated to the lovely mickey @teddybeartoji <3 ty for being my FIRST OFFICIAL MOOT ! MY DAYONE ! take a lil soft!toji fic pls and thank u 🤲

wc: ~ 1k oops

summary: tired grumpy bf!toji is needy and annoying w/o cuddles. cw: nsf(w) ment, plus some tooth-rotting fluff <3

cuddling with toji was becoming a rare occurrence.

it was mid-july and swelteringly hot outside, even in the wee hours of the night. the a/c in your shared apartment was threatening to give out, and the shitty fan toji sloppily assembled did little to improve matters. so, deviating from your usual routine, you and toji fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed.

toji noticed the distance immediately, cracking one eye open to find you not curled into his side, like usual. the sight of you dead to the world, hair messily splayed across the pillow was enough to make his heart flutter. but even still, a frown tugged at the corner of his lips.

because goddammit, you did not get him used to this "cuddling" shit just to bail on him now.

you and toji met months ago at the dawn of fall, when the days were getting shorter and the nights were growing colder. your relationship was initially a fateful coincidence, a grocery store meet-cute that was as romantic as it was awkward. his series of brazen pick-up lines went right over your head (surely, you assumed, no one would tell you how good you'd look receiving backshots in the fucking frozen food aisle) but you still ended up giving toji your number that day.

and he's never been a religious man, but he was praising every god in the damn sky that you did.

one date was all it took for both of you to be locked in. he was a bad habit, an itch you couldn't help but scratch, irresistible. he was reckless, cocky at best and an asshole at worst, everything you weren't. needless to say, dating toji was against your better judgment. but for him, being with you was the first good decision he's made in a long time.

that's not to say things were perfect, or even easy. being with someone like you was so unfamiliar for someone like toji. loving you came as easy as breathing, but choosing you, choosing to work towards being a better version of himself... that was hard as shit. even small things took time, like physical intimacy. his body count was through the roof, so he had no issue when it came to having sex with you - but affection was a whole different story. it made him feel like he was in someone else's skin, someone weaker, someone who needed to be taken care of. it took til' mid-december, when the temperatures were practically sub-zero and frost crusted the ground, to get toji to warm up (no pun intended) to cuddling.

and now you'd gone and gotten him attached to this shit just to leave him high and dry?!

it didn't matter that your boyfriend was practically a walking furnace, heat radiating off of him in waves when he caged you in his strong arms. temperature be damned, toji thought, you started this, so you had to finish it.

"wake up." his gruff voice sounded out, a stark departure from the blanket of silence the night offered. when you only stirred slightly, he gave you a little shake. "oi, get y'r ass up. i'm talkin t' you."

at that firmer command, you rose your head, a displeased frown taking the place of your previous serene expression. "fushiguro, what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing waking me up at..." you paused, fumbling for your phone on the nightstand and checking the time. "...at three in the damn morning."

"don't gimme that shit. girl bye," toji grumbled, not sparing you so much as an apology for disturbing your sleep. you simply gave him a deadpan stare, making him scoff and roll over to his other side. "'s fine, not like i needed to hold ya to fall asleep anyway." he muttered bitterly into the pillow.

your eyes were already halfway closed when he turned around, but they immediately shot open when you heard his grumblings.

"what did you say? you need to cuddle me to fall asleep?" you perk up, pressing your hands on his shoulders to coax him into turning back around.

"i sure as hell didn't say 'cuddle'," he groused, but still turned around anyways. his voice might have sounded annoyed, but you knew your toji. the flicker of warmth in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

"heh, you said it just now, dummy." you grinned as you snuggled up to toji's chest, earning a flick to your forehead from the man in question. but you were unbothered, simply humming, "thought ya didn't like cuddling."

"y'r makin' assumptions," toji grumbled, the low, gravelly timbre of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "now quiet down so i can sleep."

at that, you scoffed in playful offense. "so you can sleep? you literally just woke me u-" you started, but he silenced effortlessly by pressing his lips against yours in a lazy, heated kiss.

when he pulled away, chest heaving with each hot puff of air, you were warm from way more than just the heat outside.

"go the fuck to sleep before i put you to sleep myself." he growled out, but there was no malice in his words - more of an invitation than a threat.

deciding to resist temptation this time, you settled back into his hold, your back flush against his chest. as you began to fade back into sleep, you heard toji whisper out, "meant what i said, y'know that? can't... can't sleep w' out you now."

the next words out of your mouth were simple, but they were all it took to put him at ease.

"i know, toji."

dawww <33 hope u like this fic everyone (esp mickey mwah mwah mwah) reblogs + comments appreciated !!

© shookuna ! toji header edited by me too tehe

[dilfl0v3rss]

hiii, I love your work, just wanted to ask if you would do the “shes busy bro” text thing with the baldies

i’m so slow bc this is not what you meant but i made the texts too don’t worry😭

she’s busy

𝑜𝑛𝑦

it wasn’t your fault that the waiter was flirting with you while ony was using the bathroom, but he still took it very personal. you knew how he felt about that “friendly” attitude you seemed to have towards people. and even though the waiter had no business trying to get your number while he was in the bathroom, you had no business giggling and smiling in his face like you were going to give it to him. you were both wrong, but since ony can’t deal with the waiter tonight, he will deal with you.

“ma stop wit the runnin. you not goin nowhere.” ony groaned, yanking your hips back to him as you tried to crawl away from his relentless backshots. “i-i didn’t even d-do nun” he chuckled at your weak defense, thrusting back into you at full speed to shut you up. “and ian doing nun right now either. you lucky ion got yo ass cuffed up. daddy bein nice” ony jingled the cuffs in his hand before putting them down and continuing his brutal thrusts, your stomach brushing the sheets as he held your back down with one hand. you decided to just shut up, because little did he know you gave the waiter your number. to you, ony was just overreacting. he seemed like a genuinely nice guy to you so you gave it to him hoping the two of you could become good friends.

*ring ring* the sound of your phone snatched the both of your attention. ‘please don’t be him please don’t be him please don’t be him’ you repeatedly thought as ony picked up your phone. of course the guy had one of those automatic contacts with the picture so ony immediately knew it was him. “oh so this what we doin now?” he mumbled, dick still fully hard inside you as he showed you the screen. “i-it’s not what it looked like baby. i wanna be his f-friend”

ony scoffed as he answered the phone, smirking as an idea popped up in his head. the next thing you knew he was starting his quick pace up again, pounding you into the sheets as he spoke normally through the receiver. “yo?….you looking for my girl?……nah nah nah it’s all good. she right here” he put the phone towards your mouth before thrusting into you even harder, making sure to get each one of your pitiful moans through to him. “d-daddy pleaseeee m’gonna….fuckk m’gonna cummm!” you screamed as you felt his dick kissing your cervix. he brought the phone back to his ear, hearing nothing but the man’s breathing on the other line. “she busy right now…..move your fucking hand ma m’not playin wit you….delete this number or your next shift at that lil restaurant gon be your last” and with that he hung up the phone. you already know you were gonna get it as soon as you heard the sound of metal clanking. the fur of the cuffs brushing against your ass while ony spoke.

“gimme your hands mama”

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒

“you can do it mami. just give me one more and you can get a break ‘kay?” connie said before dipping his tongue back inside your awaiting pussy. you came home from work with tears in your eyes as you explained to connie the rude words your coworker uttered to you. sentences like “what are you, stupid?” and “jesus you can do anything right” thrown your way all day as your frustrated colleague used you as a punching bag.

in order to help fix your sad face, connie decided to change it into one of pleasure. sitting in between your thighs for hours as he gave you words of encouragement and reassurance to help uplift your spirits. “you not dumb mi vida. smartest girl i know so don’t even trip over that . papi gon fix it” connie’s mouth worked wonders on you, kissing, licking, and sucking orgasm after orgasm to keep you from thinking about the harsh words said to you.

the vibration of your phone took connie’s attention. the contact name “charles (coworker)” was calling you. connie brought the phone to your face, giving you time to read the name as he continued pleasuring you with his fingers. “this him?” all it took was a singular nod from you before connie had the phone answered and at his ear. he could hear the man trying to apologize almost instantly. “listen y/n. m’really sorry about how i was actin today. i was just frustrated and you were the closest person to me. please let me make it up t’you with dinner or something”

connie looked up at you, pretty eyes all glossy and low as you tried not to scream from how heavenly connie’s fingers fucked you. he mouthed a “you wanna talk to em?” smiling as you quickly shook your head no. “didn’t think so” he said before putting the phone to his ear. “this her man. she s little preoccupied at the moment” connie quickly flicked his tongue on your clit, digging quicker and deeper into you with his fingers to draw out a loud moan. “auughhh ohh my goddd” your back arched off the bed as you felt your release coming close. connie continued to finger you while he moved his mouth from your clit to speak. “uhh she most definitely will not be having dinner wit your punk ass tho so you can dead that shit. m’not gon fuck you up cause she told me how much you need every check from that lil job, but if she come here crying again cause of you ima break your jaw”

𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛

“fuck keep suckin it jus like that mama” aran groaned as you were hard at work on his living room floor. knees burning from being in the same position for so long as you sucked the life out of aran’s dick while he sat on the couch. were you supposed to be here? fuck no, but there was no way you were turning down going to see the d1 athlete just so you can be home arguing with your bum ass ex boyfriend.

aran has been trying to get at you for awhile, and you would’ve been with him too if your ex would just hurry up and move out. he’s been purposely dragging his feet when it came to getting his shit out of your house, always lingering on the couch when you have company over to keep you from moving on. you don’t want to put aran through that so the two of you just settled for this. coming over to his place and getting the best dick if your life every weekend.

you had both of your hands wrapped around his thick dick. stroking him with a tight grip as you sucked on his tip. your eyes trained on his beautiful physique as you watched his big pecs move up and down with each breath. “shit girl you gon make me trap you” he chuckled as he watched you slap the head of his dick all over your tongue, spit dripping all over him as the both of your brown eyes locked. “do it daddy” you sighed before taking his full length down your throat. “oh i will”. the sound of your ringtone went off into the air, the both of you ignoring it as you continued, but it didn’t stop there. whoever was calling must’ve been dying or something because after the call came a bunch of notifications, then it rang again.

“man who the fuck-” aran mumble, his annoyed face quickly becoming one of mischief as he read the name on your phone. “s’randy” he said with a smirk. you rolled your eyes as you released his dick with a pop. “gimme i’ll just turn it off” you went to reach for the phone, but aran pulled it out of your reach, a petty smirk on his face as he answered the call and put the phone to his ear. before you could protest, his big hand found the back of your head, pushing you back down on his dick for you to continue.

“wassup randy. how you been nigga?” you rolled your eyes as you continued to let aran guide your head up and down. your tongue running along the underside of his dick while he continued to talk to your ex. “who is this? tell y/n it’s time to come home. m’hungry and i need her to cook something” randy mumbled, probably sitting on the couch surrounded by bear bottles and filth. “she busy. eating right now as we speak. how it taste mama?” aran said before pushing your head all the way down, his dick hitting the back of your throat as you gagged loudly into the receiver. aran brought the phone back to his ear with a smirk before letting go of your head. it was time for payback so you wrapped both of your hands around him again, quickly stroking him before roughly sucking his sensitive tip. “ooouu shit man we gotta go”

𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑎

“ohhh my godddd i’m about to give you a baby” tanaka groaned as he watched your skillfully bounce on his dick. large inked hands gripping your hips as the two of you moaned in unison. “want you t’nut in me daddy. cum in this pussy” tanaka’s eyes rolled at your words, the thought of him filling you up bringing him closer to his climax. he was the best bff you could ever ask for.

you’ve been having some issues with a guy you were talking to. he couldn’t seem to be able to grasp the fact that you are a bad bitch and could easily replace him if he didn’t act right. so that’s exactly what you did. you “replaced” him with tanaka. posting him and going on little “dates” with your best friend to get his attention. the two of you never expected to actually fall for each other. letting your true feelings take over as you plopped yourself repeatedly on his dick. you had forgotten all about your ex.

you knew he’d come crawling back one of these days, and you couldn’t wait to break the new to him that you were intact in love with another man. *ring ring* ‘just on time’ you thought as you snatched up your phone on the first ring, picking it up as you began to bounce harder on the man below you. “s-shittt who it that?” tanaka grumbled, but you ignored him. listening to the man on the other line beg for forgiveness. “listen baby i didn’t know it would be like this. i was stupid to think i didn’t need you. you were the best thing that every happened to me please give me another chance.”

a giggled escaped from your mouth before you put the phone to tanaka’s ear. “it’s my ex” you said before letting tanaka listen to the pitiful man beg. a smile planted on his face before he quickly brought your face down to his by your neck, thrusting up into you quickly. you tried to swallow your moans but he was just fucking you too good. “fuck daddy s-slow downnnn” you moaned, eyes rolling back as tanaka held the phone between your faces on speaker.

“stop bitchin, she can’t even talk right now. too busy getting fucked by her new man”

[90ekz]

do you think you could write hcs of jean with a softspoken gf? nobody writes for him fr it’s so sad

an! i love jean and this concept anon ! im a soft spoken girl myself so this really hits home 🥹 i hope you enjoy!!

jean as your boyfriend <3

SFW

when you two first started dated, jean was convinced that he hit the lottery. you were everything he ever wanted and he loved a girl that kept to herself.

jean sometimes takes you to wing houses & burger joints and watches with a huge smile as you try to order your food against the chaos of the other people conversing around you. you weren’t the biggest fan of having to yell in public, but you tried your best, and his heart melts everytime.

when you first met him at connie’s house warming party, you bumped into him, spilling the contents of your cup onto his white button up. jean had turned beet red as you stood on your tippy toes to whisper a hurried apology into his ear over the sound of the blaring music, while rushing to go get paper towels.

his favorite thing about you is how attentively you listen. it doesn’t matter what he’s talking about, you’ll be making eye contact and nodding along to whatever he has to say.

gets irritated with you during arguments, because you well… don’t engage. he could be giving a verbal, ten page, double spaced paper about how irritated he is with you, and you’ll just look at him like you’re bored.

“all i’m saying is that you don’t have to get aggressive with me over this. yes, i was at armin’s late and didn’t say anything, but i’ll tell you next time, okay? i’m sorry.” “okay.” “i said sorry, damn! stop yelling!”

you aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation, but he is. connect the dots yourself.

“SHE SAID NO GODDAMN TOMATO!” “it’s fine, i can just take them off—“ “not now, baby. gimme a sec, okay? anyway, FIX HER FUCKING BURGER!”

the two of you communicate so silently that it freaks your friends the hell out. when you want to go home, when you’re tired, when he’s needy, when he’s irritated? easy, simple eye contact will send you or him springing into action to fix the problem.

you may be quiet, but you love to laugh. jean doesn’t think he can think of anything more angelic-sounding than the sound of your genuine laughter, only for him.

jean had to learn how to be more tender when doing daily tasks. he was so used to slamming doors and stomping up stairs that he didn’t remember to adjust that behavior when you moved in.

(the first week you moved in, he’d thrown open the door to your bedroom and felt his chest squeeze as you almost tumbled out of your desk chair. now he puts three gentle taps on every door when he needs to come in.)

physical touch fanatic. end of discussion.

NSFW

lemme tell you, this man takes it to heart when you try to hold in your moans. you’re a little embarrassed with how loud you get, but nothing turns jean on more.

“nuh uh, lemme hear you—need to hear how good i’m making you feel, princess..”

during your first time together, he’d almost cum in his pants at the mere sound of your loud groans bouncing off the walls.

loves when you pull his hair more than anything. he takes it as a sign to go harder, fuck you deeper, and he obliges everytime. his cock throbs harder each time you run your fingers through his loose curls.

about 5.7 inches roughly, but thick. his cock flares as it goes downward; the head being the slimmest part. giving him head is fun, you think.

jean has this weird little fixation with your neck. it doesn’t matter what position he has you in, he’ll have a hand—or his mouth—running across the skin of your throat. backshots? he’s got a hand pressing against your nape to keep you in place. missionary? he’s massaging his thumb over your throat so tenderly that it should be illegal. cowgirl? he’s squeezing the sides of your neck while whispering about how good of a girl you’re being for him. he’s pretty damn weird.

his favorite thing to do is eat you out. you deny it, but your voice shoots up a whole octave when he massages your gspot with his two fingers of choice as he suckles on your swollen clit.

utterly surprised at how much you talk during sex. it almost embarrasses him how much you beg, scream, and whine for him. a mixture of ‘please’s’ and ‘fuck’s being infused in his head for eternity.

“oouu—shit, you’re so fucking loud…”

presses down on your stomach to feel where he is so he can try and go deeper… yeah.

tries to fuck your throat hoarse just to hear your raspy voice for a few hours. you’re such a trooper, just sitting there and taking it for him, even if he laughs at you after.

“babe, i’m so sorry—hahaha!” “this isn’t funny, i sound like t-pain!” “I LIKE THE BARRRTENDERRR—ouch, im sorry, i said i’m sorry!”

aftercare god. he’ll spend hours taking care of you, washing your back in the tub, greasing your scalp, making you tea and cookies, the whole nine. this man loves you deep.

[sintiva]

COD MEN FAVORITE POSITIONS (AND SOME KINKS)

includes: könig, ghosty pooh and price

content: black fem!reader, penetrative sex, different positions, cream pie, slight power dynamics, hair pulling, nudes!, size differences, minor sub/dom themes, spanking (briefly hinted at), each individual has their own tags!

notes: FINALLY WRITING FOR VIDEO GAME CHARACTERS THAT DAY DREAM ABOUT DAILY😣 i feel like i just worked off a heavy load, please enjoy this though it was very short. i hopw with this i’ll feel more comfortable with writing for them, plus some more in the future! feedback is greatly appreciated 🫶🏽

KÖNIG > missionary ☺️

| könig loves this position for many reasons, but his biggest reason for pinning your legs up by your chest, folding you in all the right ways, is because he absolutely adores looking at your face during sex. your praise, soft coos and gorgeous expression’s makes his cheeks burn out of embarrassment and how easy you make it to lust for you.

…“a little harder,” you pant and plead with the heavy man on top of you. könig has sharp ears and everything you say is responded to in little to no time. he’s come to learn that when you ask for it harder, you don’t mean fast and hard, but slow, and really sensual.

he realizes that he loves this position so much, because he loves seeing how much of his dick you can take, and he loves insatiable the both of you become.

his hips swing down harder, it’s skin to skin. your pussy takes all of him, but not without a little resistance. not without him knocking the air out of your lungs. your pants grow louder, and your body is getting pounded into the mattress with each of his thrust. you can feel him all in your stomach, placing all his weight into each individual thrusts. he’s itching to hear something though, forgetting that he’s fucking you absolutely senseless.

sometimes he hates that he likes this position so much, because when he ends up fucking you harder, listening to your every command— you lose all ability to respond. he’s fucking you relentlessly. making your body tremble, the words you can manage, rarely make sense; everything’s slurred. “come on, y/n? is’t good?”

“gimme something, please?”

he gives you those sweet, innocent puppy eyes of his. soft, warm kisses to your lips — that he ends up tugging on cause he loves, loves, loves your lips and how they make him feel… during other activities.

“‘s goo’” you mumble, your finger nails dig into the skin of his back, and you squeezing him in all the right places. könig grows so overwhelmed during missionary with you, he gets so loud and whiny. your pussy is the perfect fit, every ridge gets a feel, he scratches that itch so sweetly — he’s in so deep and won’t pull out. is the absolute king of ‘i tried to, really, i did, i just couldn’t you felt too good.” let’s not talk about how embarrassed he gets either, and how much he loves letting every single drop of cum empty out of his balls right into your pussy. do

and his eyes.!.!..!.!.!. puppy eyes all through missionary omg 🥺 <<< looks at you like that when you beg for his strokes to be not so deep

🪴

GHOST > doggy/backshots, asphyxiation, little bit of brat taming

| myself, personally, thinks that simon’s favorite position doggy. there’s something enticing about seeing how your ass and thighs ripple from each thrust, and hearing the sound of skin clapping together. and he definitely likes ass, no questions asked. him and his buddy price who i will get to next☺️

…simon has some obsession with being in control of many things. he needs answers, solutions and plans that keeps him in charge. but all that kinda goes away during sex. sex with you ends up being different. first your snobby, giving him attitude, then you’re begging for his attention, and then somehow you end up crying because he tends to get really aggressive and dominant when it comes to sex.

so it’s taken quite a while to find out how the both of you could find some common ground during the deed; which just so happened to be learned when you both tried doggy.

it keeps him grounded, the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips, being able to pull your hair, and all the ways he can finesse your body and make you feel just how pent up being GHOST gets him. hanging with dudes all day, and getting soft core nudes/videos from his s/o doesn’t make his days any easier. which explains why he comes through the door fuming, a bulge you can clearly see through his work pants and an irreversible silence.

he’s all big, strong, hot, an overwhelming and brute full man. he rarely gives you time to think, he’s pulling you onto his lap, tossing whatever spoon of food you have into the sink, parting your legs and stuffing two fingers into your mouth. then he’s filling you up with them. he’s stirring your insides with his fingers, just enough to get you wet and prepped, because every time you have sex with ghost, it feels like he’s reaching your throat. it feels like he’s stretching you out for the first time, “s-simon.”

“don’t.”

AND HE’S LITERALLY CHOKING YOU. thick fingers pressing into the sides of your throat, tears streaking your eyes, yet, you’re getting wetter on his fingers. he love’s that look in your eye when you start to get a little dizzy. eyes rolling into the back of your head, and you’re so close to cumming on his fingers. don’t ask me why, and if i get into it i will lose my mind.

and little you just loves to tease. you like to cry and act all innocent when he’s getting ready to put it in. he lines up his tip, and he’s literally throbbing, his dick feels like it’s ready to burst. just thinking of putting it in makes him squeeze your ass a couple of times, but then you’re always moving around or shying away from it. he’ll spank you a couple times, “stop acting like a fucking brat, or i’ll fuck you like one.”

“mhmm,” one wiggle of your hips, “do it then.”

a mission he never takes lightly. your face is stuck in your pillow, moaning and whining as he fucks you like a slut. one foot up on the bed, your ass all up in his hands, your back hurts from how deep your arch is, but you find it physically impossible to deny how good it feels. on top of that it doesn’t take long for him to cum — in this position, but it takes him a while to get burnt out. which causes long nights of sex, and love making, and it leaves you bruised and fussy for the next couple of days until your begging for more, which is a common reoccurrence.

🪴

CPT. PRICE > reverse cowgirl, daddy kink 🪖

| now listen… price loves when his partner is in control of sex, not because he’s submissive, but he likes when you control your pleasure, and he’s a man who loves to please. just lay him down, hop on top and you won’t here the end of it, and he likes it in reverse cause he gets to play with your ass while you ride him.

“who’s daddy’s good girl?”

“m-me.”

you sniffle, ruby red lip stick smeared all over your cheeks — puffy sore eyes from so many tears that bled black from your mascara.

“good girl, keep riding daddy’s dick just like that.”

he plops his hand down right on your ass, with one hand gently positioned behind his head as he falls in love with the view of your ass completely swallowing up his dick with each bounce of your hips. pussy managing to accommodate his girth, how’d he get so fucking lucky.

price is one helluva man, and he truly adores making you overstimulate yourself til you’re twitching on his cock, sensitive and bruised all over. every inch of you, from the fluff of your hips, to the dips in your back. when he’s doing anything, really, he likes to keep his hands on his pretty baby at all times, and he stands by that. it’s full on princess treatment with him.

but back to this position, price will gently tell you how he wants it, he’s a totally different man when he’s talking to you, but is nurturing about it. “let me help you, princess, gimme your hands.”

you pull your hands from his thighs and extend them backwards, and he will literally pull them back. hips pistoning up into you, carving his shape into you till you feel numb. it’s tiring, but he’s a soldier who’s done work far more excruciating. the moment he has your hands threaded among his own, your ass his big meaty thighs, that he definitely loves to see you sitting on, connect over and over. the sound of wet smacking, ‘plat plat’ ringing through out the room.

heeeee adores it! and will never not have sex without letting his favorite girl sit on her throne and take a sweet ride.

tagging: @p-powerr @blkcupid @takemichiluvr @lovelyyceleste @nneedynymph @privateparty3 @lemmetreatya @mochadollz @h3llokttybrat

[konigsblog]

more priest simon riley and his controversially filthy girlfriend ..

drug use (marijuana and cocaine)

priest simon who goes against his morals and commits sins with you. god, although you're younger than him, a pretty stripper and a filthy whore for anyone to use, you're just so convincing and able to seduce simon. he hesitates, before giving in, snorting cocaine while you rub and stroke his cock slowly.

twisting your hand around his hot shaft while smoking a joint, the smell of marijuana assulting simon's nostrils while he leans back and breathes out. his eyes shut tightly and his teeth grinding against eachother as he grits them, panting out when you rub his thick and sticky tip with your thumb.

“ain't'cha just so convincin', doll? gimme' a kiss, sweetness...”

simon's large hand grips your jaw, sloppily making out with you while you fist his fat cock. he tries so hard, desperate to convert you to christianity, yet always managing to give in to that high, pretty face. his large hand kneading and groping your pretty tits, playing and toying with your hard nipples while you pump his shaft rapidly, spurting a thick load of hot and wet cum all over your palm.

he bites your lip, enough to draw blood in your bottom lip. you pant breathlessly when he pulls away, taking a long drag from the joint before resting your head on the shoulder of his black suit, gazing down at his black trousers to see drops of cum stains around the crotch. you giggle softly, still in those revealing clothes he found you in, using the bible to make a line for simon to snort.

but, he won't hesitate from fucking you with your face buried in the bible. on a verse about submission and modesty, while giving you backshots and ploughing into you from behind. simon's thick and hard shaft pushes into your wet and sticky cunt, making you moan out while muttering the words, tears streaming own your face.

“fuckin' tease, ya' better fuckin' repent, lovie... better fuckin' covert christianity, be a good girl f'me, babydoll.. wha's so funny?”

in your high state, you can't seem to stop giggling, earning you a spanking with simon's belt and a nice, threatening and intimidating choking. his large hand curling around your neck form behind, his black suit unbuttoned and rolled up his muscular abdomen, rubbing against your bare skin while he pounds into you, squeezing your throat tightly as he thrusts one last time. hard and harsh.

the bibles pages left with teardrops from his overly rough pace, enough to knock his brat into obedience, or atleast for now...

[princessmixx]

Nights with NMIXX 1: Pounding

₊˚⊹⋆ Fem OC x Lily Morrow smut. (just smut!)

₊˚⊹⋆ Late Night, 9:25 PM..

“Don’t stop Lily! Don’t sto—OH MY GOD!”

You scream out as Lily is currently pounding your cute little cunt, completely ruining you. I know you said you were bored, but this isn’t what you had in mind, wasn’t it? Guess not!

“That’s right, little fuckmeat. You like this, eh?” Lily grunts, as you try to form a weak “yes”, but instead moan out loud. “AHHH FUUUCK YES PLEASE!!” You scream out loud, which only fuels her to go faster, now brutally slamming into you.

She moved her face to the crook of your neck, biting the flesh there, and making you more pleasured. Of course, you let out a louder moan, wanting even more. “PLEEEEASE GIMME MORE, LILYYYYY!!” You moan out her name as she pulls out, now flipping you over and taking you from the back. God, her backshots were too good! No wonder she just had a desire to use her skills on you! “C-CUM—FUCK—I—LET ME CUM PLEASEEEE!!” You beg, and she of course didn’t mind.

That’s when you and her both let out moans of pleasure, cumming at the same time. She filled your womb with her seed, as you squirted and made a complete mess on her cock. Don’t worry, she’ll remember to pound you when she gets a chance!

(This is incredibly short, but I hope its okay because that’s how all the “Nights With NMIXX” posts are gonna go. I hope you don’t mind and I hope you especially enjoyed this! 🩷-vienna.)

[matthewsturnioloo]

GIMME BACKSHOTS IF NOT PUT YOUR FINGERS IN MY MOUTH IDC IF I GAG. 😊

Literally come over tf?😵‍💫

[imauushi]

What do you wanna know, darlin'?;

Guess I'm s'posed to talk about myself here. Name's Wakasa Imaushi. Waka's just fine. I'm a 36 year old kickboxing instructor and active competitive fighter. I do some personal training sessions for a little more... One on one attention too. Gimme a call sometime, I'm sure I can help you out.

🔘 —Birthday; November 28

🔘 —Sign; Sagittarius

🔘 —Occupation; Gym owner and professional kickboxer. 🔌.

🔘 —Personality; quiet, but not shy. laid back. a little clingy. real charmer; certified smooth talker. does things at his pace. tease. loyal

🔘 —Appearance; down turned lilac eyes with a set of killer lashes. lean but powerful build. rarely found without something in his mouth. long blonde and purple striped hair, usually worn up in a ponytail. favours loose fitted and oversized clothing.

🔘 —Favourites; training. dango (he likes chewing on the sticks.) smoking (mostly weed, he's trying to kick nicotine.) his motorbike. beer. shinichiro sano. playing tricks on people. professional at the 'you up?' text.

🔘 —Dislikes; being rushed. bugs. hangovers. snobby and high strung people. being told what to do.

🔘 —Kinks; (dom leaning) switch. oral (he's a real giver.) edging and orgasm control. backshots. hair pulling. (semi) public sex. filming. stoned sex. body worship.

🔘 —Hard limits; dd/lg. mommy kink. watersports. feet.

[anhedoniashoujo]

it's the full moon, gimme backshots

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Wanna watch anime while somebody fucks me

[j-onecult]

not to be super explicit on here but like i respectfully need my guts rearranged and my back snapped like a glowstick

[iplayghoul]

𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing:: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

word count:: 2.7k

warnings:: erm, black coded charas, toji is such a househusband, smut, soft sex, f!receiving fingering, backshots, toji has a slight praise kink, size kink.

notes:: heres the playlist, hope u enjoy. not mandatory to listen to but i made it for the fic so take your time reading <3 hope yall like it

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, you can come home to your lovely husband and unwind with some soft sex. 💕

The garage doors beeped as you pressed the remote to shut them, parking your sleek, black Mazda RX 7. You grabbed your heels from the floor of the passenger seat, having kicked them off when you hopped in. Tired out from work and dragging your pained feet against the floors with your purse falling off your shoulders and weighing down your elbow.

You walked up the stairs to the mud room, pushing into the living area where you dumped your belongings: padding up to the bedroom through the dimly lit space. "Toji? Baby, you in here?" You softly spoke out into the bedroom, hearing the shower going. Grabbing your Ipad, you turned on a song that'd been playing in your head all day, letting it ring out through the built in speakers of your bedroom and bath.

Then, you flopped onto the bed, rubbing at your scalp that was tender from your butt-length braids but also hot from the heat of the day.

Groaning, you rolled back and forth with hands in your hair, sucking your teeth in annoyance and hearing for the shower doors as the water stopped. You felt like taking a long relaxing soak in the hot tub, or getting a hot oil massage, anything would do to kill your pain right now.

Luckily for you, the day's heatwave made way for thunderstorms: a flash of lightning in your peripheral vision reminding you of it. Shuffling in the bathroom made your head perk up from where you were laying, following it came a heavy downpour outside.

You shut your eyes and let the A.C tickle your skin, feeling your head lazily spin with the music while you mumbled along with the lyrics. "Cute song," his deep voice disrupted your laze. You lifted yourself to a seated position, eyes low as you peered at him and learning the giveaway of his musk. A towel slung over his broad, muscular shoulders and another wrapped tight around his waist; a blunt clamped between his lips.

"Hi, baby," you whisper, eyeing his damped skin, saturated from the steam of his hot shower and the prominent veins poking out just above where the towel lay on his waist. Toji eyed you back of course, sauntering over and dropping his head down to meet your lips; the hand holding his blunt rest gently on your waist. His thumb rubbed softly against you, disturbing the fabric your white button up that was wrinkled from a day's work.

A few long, closed kisses greeted you, another to your chin, cheek and finally on your forehead. "How was work, angel?" He straightened himself up, gravelly voice making your tummy tingle slightly. Him standing so close to you made you face first with his waist. He took a drag of the blunt, "It was a'ight, baby, watchu' been up to?"

Toji blows smoke down to you and hums in thought, "Cleaned up the garage like you asked, n' washed the other car. Made spaghetti n' meatballs f'dinner, should still be warm." You hum in acknowledgement, putting your hand on his waist with a kiss to a vein to push him back slowly as you stood up. Your acrylics tickled his skin, this week you had long, white and clear marbled, stiletto nails.

You wrap your arms around his neck, slightly on your tip toes to reach him; forcing his body to sway with yours to the music, a hand on your waist. Head bowed and resting on his bare chest, you guided his hips to follow yours, eyes closed as you basked in the smoke he blew out.

"You eat already?" Toji gives you a positve hum, "Gimme' a drag," you lift your head to him with your eyes close and pout. He gives you a deep laugh as you two rock with the music.

Your mouth drops open when you feel him poke the blunt at your puffy lips, taking a deep breath and letting the smoke out slow when he puts the blunt back between his lips. Toji holds your hips still and you open your eyes, his dark ones gazing deeply into yours, "Needa' get out of these clothes, angel." He holds the blunt between his teeth and fondled with the button and zipper on your pants.

"Wanna' eat dinner first, 'fore I shower n' shit."

"Nah, you needa relax, baby, c'n massage you if ya' want." Toji squeezes your hips and attempts to pull your pants past your hips with obvious struggle, the song switches and you bounce and nod your head to it. Grabbing ahold of your pants, you push them past your hips for him. He grumbles a 'thank you' and slips them down your legs, his well-kept nails softly grazing against your skin.

The plush, softness of your thighs, sway heavy as Toji pulled your pants off, bending down and letting you grab his shoulder for leverage while he unhooked them from your feet. It was a miracle his towel stayed on so snugly, you thought. While on his knee, Toji gives your feet a gentle squeeze, in return receiving one to his shoulder.

He kisses your knees as he stands up, pulling the blunt from his mouth with one last drag and resting it in the tray on the TV stand by the wall. Toji's hands quickly find your collarbone, caressing your skin and brushing his hands against your neck. He massages the muscles there as you tilt your head back to relax; your body weight supported by his hand on your waist.

"Toji... baby," You groan when he touches a specific spot, hands gripping on his shoulders as you melt into his touch.

"Yea, angel?" You stare at him and he stares back, love and mischief in his red rimmed eyes. He undoes the buttons of your shirt, slowly and one by one; your eyes can only follow his strong hands with each move. Eyes growing heavy with each unwinding touch.

You lick your lips, pushing your lips against his as he undid the last button, both his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. Your lips lock together and you moan into each other. Your tongues stroke the other and Toji's large hands cascade along your body similarly to yours, your shirt removed.

He kisses on your neck, decorating you with little love bites while you suck big hickies onto his. The aches in your body leave you when Toji lifts you, guiding your legs around his waist and taking you both near the headboard. He plops you onto his pillow and grabs two more off the floor, making a little mound of pillows at the headboard. His soft touches lead you onto your knees, back pressing against his chest.

Looking back briefly, you can only see his broad shoulders, at least twice the size of yours and he gently turns your head back with a few fingers to your chin. "Think you c'n relax f'me?" His hands grab your shoulders, massaging as you stared down at where your knees sunk into the pillows.

"I can try, baby," you murmur, biting at your lip.

Toji presses up against you, chin resting on your head, you could feel the heat radiating off him: it made your heart quicken with anticipation. His fingers skim the surface of your skin, working their way down past the small of your back to the band of your panties at your hips. He tugs his fingers into the bands, pressing them into the skin under it before sliding them down oh, so slowly.

You grow nervous,

"Toji, Y'should let me shower," You slightly turn back to him and he gives you a deep chuckle, "Not g'nna happen." He kisses your neck, "Besides, I like it better this way," He kisses behind your ear. Your panties are tugged off of your knees and sit by your ankles that are spread on the pillows. Toji kneels in the same position, his larger frame brings his ankles some distance around yours while your ass presses against his crotch.

His right hand graces your back, collecting your braids and carefully rolling them in half, securing them with a thick hair tie off the dresser. He ghosts his fingers over your body, another hand coming to your back again to unhook your bra, he slips them off easily. Returning once more, he presses kisses about the center of your back. His hands coming down to grab your hips, and fondling a handful of your ass.

"Get to it, Toji,"

"I told you to relax, didn't I? C'mon, angel," he presses his lips to your ear, fingers now playing at the sensitive skin between your thighs, teasing at the skin and inching up to your pussy. He drops his forehead against your shoulders, his the base of his voice humming to the song while he stroked up and down the wetness of your folds.

You swallowed hard, and he grabs your left hand, holding it away before you could try to move his. His lips touch at your neck, leaving kisses over every inch of skin within his reach. His thumb and index finger spread your cunt, middle finger stroking your clit with feather-like touches, you let your eyes drop shut.

Feeling your body decompress, getting hot with desire and focusing only on the way his finger worked at your clit. You feel his finger sliding lower, prodding at the wetness of your entrance. He plunges the finger in and you hold your breath, 'brows pressed together and body stiffening, "Relax, angel. M' gonna make y'feel good."

He's petting the inside of your cunt tenderly, your head drops back against Toji's shoulder. His ring finger joins the other and he fucks them into you deep and slow, you feel the coldness of his wedding ring lightly touch you. Throwing your left hand back to grab his shoulder, you grind down on his fingers; the beat of the music controls your hips and you match his strokes. Mewls drop from your lips as he curls his fingers, twisting them inside you with his thumb rolling against your clit.

"T– ah, faster– faster, please," your whimpers crescendo and he doesn't quicken the pace. Toji grips your hips hard with his available hand, stuffing you with a third and fourth finger: his thumb remains seated on your clit. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your moans airy and loud. Your right hand joins your left behind you, this time grabbing at the back of his head; fingers tangling with his short, damp hair.

Your thighs shake unsteadily, and Toji hums in your ear, the friction between your cunt becoming creamy and white as it slides down his fingers. He curls them again, the tips of his fingers brushing against your sloppy insides and you begin to pull your hips away from him. Toji holds you down with his weight over you, his palm smacks against your pussy with every stroke of his fingers in you. He watches as you go limp against his chest, your grip on his hair weakening and your sticky wetness getting thicker and more abundant as you came.

Your eyelashes were wet with tears, stuck together and you felt Toji removing his towel behind you. You'd forgotten about that. He sinks lower, slipping his dick between your cunt. The sound of him sucking your cum off his fingers, loud and wet, made you gulp. His wedding ring, with cum gathered around it gets pulled off with his teeth and he spits it on the bed to suck off your remainders. "Y'got my fingers all messy, angel," he whispers to you, "I know that's watchu' wanted, c'mon and fuck me."

"N' what do we say?" He maneuvers his cock between you, covering it in your cum and pressing the fat tip at your entrance, "Please, baby, c'mon." He hums, wedging his cock into you slowly. "Relax, 's only the tip, honey," He rubs your tummy to soothe you as you tensed at the intrusion. You rest your head back against his shoulder rolling your eyes at his comment. "Jus' put it all in, baby," he hums again, pushing his cock in slowly, relishing in the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around him.

He moans, deep, in your ear. Toji hikes your hips up, forcing you to arch your back and practically sit back on his hips, your knees ever-so-slightly elevated with the distance in height between you two. His cock is fat, n' he fucks it into you deep and slow: one arm wrapped around your waist with the hand on your clit and the other fondling your breasts. You feel him shifting behind you, changing his angles slightly each time 'till he gets a moan out of you.

"I like that, baby," your closed eyes open to look at him, he looks down at you, losing himself in your eyes but his strokes remained in consistent. You hum, closing your eyes again, "Hm, right there," and he listens.

Two fingers press against your lips and you lick them into your mouth, sucking and spitting on them, "Thank you, my angel," Toji takes the fingers back to your clit. He continues to fuck up into you the way you like, cock prodding at a sensitive spot. Your skin stuck to his, mouth dropped open, only registering the soft moans he let out with each stroke that harmonized with your own.

Each drag of his dick and swirl of his fingers sent little electric shocks of pleasure up your tummy, and a whimper would come from it every time. He doesn't change the pace, fucking you slow n' wet n' sticky, rolling his hips up into your ass. The softness of the sex and the hardness of his dick, his rough hands groping your plush tits and the pad of his fingers petting your fat clit: the idea of it all drove you crazy, the sensations had tears streaming down your face.

You were almost silent with the exceptions of soft mewls and a sniffle, basking in the pleasure. Your head was empty, "Fuck," a string of curses left you when Toji pressed a wet kiss against your neck. He sped up slightly, getting desperate to cum in you, careful to maintain the same position. The closeness between you both, combined with his new pace and the sloppiness of your cunt created a 'fwop fwop fwop' sound above the music that'd continued to play.

"Toji, fuck, get harder," you encouraged, he scoots back slightly and bends you, attempting not to disturb your head resting on his shoulder. Then, he spreads your ass with one hand and drills his cock back into you, establishing a faster rhythm and shifting on his knees 'till he knew he was in the position you liked. The new pace stings your ass and you feel his balls slap your thighs, flopping over into the pillows and arching up into his cock and letting him fuck into you deeper.

Toji's balls slap at your cunt now, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing quick patterns onto it as you whined into the pillows, "T– Toji, ah- shit," you sob into the pillows, intensely feeling every deep drag of his cock in you. Backing up your ass on him, your hands find your own clit, pushing his gentle touch away and rapidly massaging over your gushing clit.

You felt Toji's hips stutter, he eyes your throbbing cunt, and kept drilling his cock into your sopping walls. His eyes roll back when he feels you clench and wail into the cushions, your fingers that played with your clit sprayed your cum everywhere. The clear-white liquid spraying all over his abdomen as he locked his legs in place and came deep into you.

He reaches over to grab the back of your neck, pulling your body back to his again and sucking your tongue into a deep kiss. "Y'fucked me so good, baby," he keeps kissing about your face, "Did so well f'me, yeah?"

"Thank you, angel," He reminds you how deep his voice is in thanks and pulls his hips back from yours, his dick slips out and with it gushes out a mixture of your cum and his; he feels like snapping a picture for the moment.

You look down at your hips to see faint prints of his hands on your skin, reaching back to give him a kiss on the cheek and others about his chest.

— masterlist.

[aratakiis]

nsfw alphabet for my 3rd sexy man muse: arataki "tcg champion" itto!!

warnings: nsfw, duhhh..., very very brief mention of power imbalance.

A = Aftercare

itto doesn't understand how rough he can get sometimes, so you often have to tell him what you need afterwards. he always listens to your needs, mostly because he loves spoiling you, and he thinks aftercare is really, really cute.

B = Body part

this man is a boobs man. honka honka boobie titty hehe. but honestly, boobs are just a plus. who cares about boobies when he has you!! all of you! his tiny little lover... so cute.

itto, however, especially likes his arms and horns. he likes flexing just how strong he is (look at those biceps....), and he adores when you hold onto his horns.

C = Cum

this man probably has the fattest load in all of inazuma... will drill his cock inside of you and let loose. if you're not really okay with him cumming inside of you, he'll whine and groan, but comply, instead cumming on your chest, as well as giving you facials and backshots.

D = Dirty secret

immediately went home to jerk off every time you two met and messed around in hanamizaka or went on a "date." itto always came in the hand that you held that day.

E = Experience

your favorite oni boy? well, he's a virgin because "winners never lose!" he's never had sex prior to your first time with him. sure, some girls have thrown themselves at him, getting him drunk off of sake, but nobody captured his attention quite like you had. he knew you were the one he wanted to fuck first.

F = Favorite position

mating press. likes having you perfectly pinned down, feels best for what he loves most: deep fucking you and filling you with his seed. missionary comes in as a close second, he likes it when you run your hands through his hair while he's ramming inside of you at his usually animalistic pace. both positions allow him to see your fucked-out face, one of his favorite things about sex.

G = Goofy

goofball itto back at it again. would probably ask for a high five or crack a joke in the moment, like, "you took it like a champ, gimme a fist bump!" he's not always serious, but he's much less silly when he's angry.

H = Hair

itto cares very much about his appearance, combing his hair whenever he feels necessary (nearly all the time), so you can assume he takes care of it down there as well. his pants perfectly hide the well-groomed happy trail he has.

I = Intimacy

sex is a casual thing for itto, so he isn't much of an "intimate" guy. now, that doesn't mean he can't be romantic. he's much more of a gentleman after he spoils you and takes you out on a lavish dinner date, many more soft, passionate kisses and lighter touches.

J = Jack off

shamelessly masturbates whenever he feels like it. usually gets himself off while thinking of you, sometimes he looks at lewd porno magazines he stole from a shop.

K = Kink

this man has a fuck ton of kinks, mostly from sexual discovery in porn magazines. he's very much so into size difference and breeding. itto also likes imbalanced power dynamics, overstimulation, and quite possibly has a raging daddy kink. he just adores when you praise him, too.

L = Location

he likes fucking you anywhere, any time, all you gotta do is ask. there are some places he likes more, though. he has a favorite flower field in hanamizaka, he likes fucking you anywhere in your room, he likes fucking you up against that one shed owned by those scraggly old people that threw beans at him once, and he likes bending you over and fucking you in the shower.

M = Motivation

he likes it when you act like a brat, that really gets him going, but he's honestly just horny 24/7, he can go any time you want. it gets him hard when you ask him to fuck you. itto gets weirdly aroused when you fuck in places you two really shouldn't as well.

N = No

itto may be rough, but there are just some things he wouldn't do. he wouldn't ever truly harm his baby intentionally, he would cry for days and think you'd hate him, but itto especially gets turned off by "weird and gross things" as he said before.

O = Oral

he likes oral either way, giving or receiving. he loves how you taste, but something about cumming in your mouth and on your face gets him going. his preference would most likely be receiving.

P = Pace

you're fucking a beast here, he's gonna fuck you at top speed and probably destroy your insides. that doesn't mean he hates being sensual with you, though. infact, he loves it. he just loves having sex with you.

Q = Quickie

love-hate relationship. he loves having fast, quick sex, especially before he has to go somewhere or if you two are in a spot you both shouldn't be in, but he wants to indulge himself in you more, he's always hungry for you. quickies aren't as fulfilling as he wished they were, too, his stamina allows him to fuck you more than once.

R = Risk

risky bastard. of course he loves risks. he's willing to fuck you anywhere you want. he loves experimenting and shamelessly screwing you anywhere he wants. it's so awfully arousing to him.

S = Stamina

can go many, many rounds. he's an oni after all, a big strong oni. can and probably will manhandle you, pumping you full of cum for at least 6 rounds.

T = Toys

all you would have to do is ask. if you wanted toys, sure, he would spoil you with some as soon as he scraped up the mora. itto would prefer you using him as your toy though, eventually he would turn you back into his own toy. itto owns a fleshlight of his own, the toy now painfully neglected.

U = Unfair

itto is very very unfair. he loves overstimulating you and teasing you, putting you on edge a couple of times, then making you orgasm more times than you could count on one hand, proceeding to fuck you then and get what he wants out of you. he loves edging the orgasm right out of you. he's a big tease.

V = Volume

loud oni! loud oni!! he growls like a feral tomcat and curses like a sailor. (sorry beidou...) itto's specialties include being loud and vocal about his feelings.

W = Wild card

itto steals lewd magazines from inazuman shops at times, he hasn't told anyone though. not even you. (what a pervert...)

X = X-ray

8 inch oni dick. 5 inches flaccid, adorned with a nice happy trail. he is cut.

Y = Yearning

horny fuck. always ready to fuck. sex drive higher than the mountains of dragonspine.

Z = Zzz

all of that energy he carries was fucked out. he gets very, very sleepy after sex. he likes spooning you and grinding up against you while you cuddle him.

[jin0]

Jinn your conscious again, Lordy we’re on to something this time. This shit just keeps coming to my I know 😅😅

How could we have not talked about you and Dylan’s kink of him pulling your hair? Like he’s just got your whole ass head of hair gripped up in one hand while the other is just relentlessly slapping your ass. All the while saying the filthiest shit you’d ever heard. This guy literally be living in my head RENT FREE.

- Birdie🖤

he wasn't even angry at you !! you hadn't done anything wrong, he just wanted to fuck you as if you'd done something wrong.

so with his hand in your hair, pulling roughly on them and his other hand slapping your asscheeks, you could only take and not argue. you were too busy babbling and crying out in pleasure to say anything coherent anyways.

"d-dylan... c-cummin ! fuck, more ! more ! please ! please ! gimme... gimme more ! m-more cock ! please, please ! needa be... f-full !"

this time he slaps your ass again and pulls your hair tighter to bring you to his chest.

"feel that ? how fat my cock gets inside you ? you'll barely walk right but you like it... you like having me treat you like a worthless slut. answer me !"

"yes ! god, please ! yes ! yes, yes, yes, yes ! oh, fuck ! more !"

"i knew it. you love it when i treat you like you don't matter. all cockdrunk and stupid but still desperate for more. that's what you're good for. you take my fat fucking dick and you keep yourself loud. wanna hear more of what i do to that poor neglected pussy."

these days are like the weirdest ones cause you didn't do anything, but he still needs to punish you for ruining him from the inside. your pussy and entire self has him completely feral and it's only fair that he returns the favor in nasty backshots and violent slaps on your tender ass. he keeps you messy and full of cum. the way he's pulling on your hair has your neck extended and you feel yourself lose balance so you try and hold onto the headboard but no. he pulls you to his chest to keep you close and dependent on him. you wanna fall, you fall, but for now, you'll just be taking him until he's relaxed enough.

the way his sack and his hands are slapping on your flesh, you know you'll be flushed and tender all over. already throbbing around him, you're not going to be better anytime soon.

"take my fat cock, good, exactly like that... fuck, if i could die buried in this pussy i would... warm and dripping wet just for me... you're milking me dry bunny... keeping all that thick load just for you. you like it when im the worst with your pussy huh ? mistreating her but still keeping her full. that's what you should be doing