#i have no idea whats wrong i think its overstimulation or something but everything is so fucking awful that

[chucklechampion]

welcome back from vacation!! everything is fucked forever

[tonycries]

Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 2] - G.S. 

Synopsis. “Besides, Toru, just because it worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.” “Wanna bet?” For Satoru, convincing you to take the aphrodisiac chocolate too wasn’t the hard part - the hard part was being shoved into that bathroom stall, cock throbbing, mind spinning - trying not to beg for mercy. 

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, slight femdom, overstimulation (male), lots of cum, you absolutely ruin Satoru, semi-public sex, subby! Satoru, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, shutting up Gojo Satoru by making him cum in his pants, pet names (darling, my girl), swearing.

Word count. 3.7k

A/N. Can be read as a standalone, but PART 1 HERE.

Bros this was mad hard to write oml. Art by @_3aem on X.

Satoru had everything he needed to absolutely ruin you tonight.

Overpriced Cartier glasses? Check.

Jet-black Hellcat freshened up, ready with a little surprise for you inside? Check.

You, all dolled up and brows furrowed adorably at him? Holy shit, check.

“Toru, if we’ve missed our reservation because you had beef with the neighborhood cat again…”

“He was looking at you wrong! I had to defend your honor!” Dramatic protests falling on deaf ears, Satoru speeds through the darkening city streets, still grumbling under his breath about “cats these days”.

With your fiancé being absolutely swamped with missions recently, you’d been anticipating this night for weeks now.

Little did you know, Satoru had just as much - if not more.

Soon enough, the neon lights of that upscale, new restaurant you’d been absolutely dying to visit recently come into view. 

Okay, it’s time. 

“Y’know…” he begins, glancing at you with that familiar mirthful glint in his eyes. Laughter bubbling to his throat at your knowing stare, he plows on “Remember that one night where I just so happened to come across your special chocolate?”

“You mean swiped from my secret stash?”

“Semantics” he waves off. “But anyway, I was thinking…” he voice trails off mischievously as he swiftly turns to grab the mysterious black bag sitting on the backseat that you’d been eyeing suspiciously ever since you got in the car.

Oh shit, so that’s what he was onto. Eyes widening, “Toru, no.”

He whines, a pout forming on his lips. “C’monnn, no one’s gonna know except me. I want to make this night unforgettable, my girl.”

You raise a brow, “Unforgettable? Toru, your idea of unforgettable will end up with both of us arrested.”  After the madness of last time, you’d ignored his sticky note for a reason!

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you try to justify - probably to yourself just as much as Satoru, “And just because the aphrodisiac worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.”

He wiggles his eyebrows, twinkling eyes still undeterred. “Wanna bet? I’ll do the dishes for all of next month. We’ll never know till we find out, darling.” 

You narrow your eyes at the hand already snaking its way inside the bag, faded finger marks from last time still searing into your skin. Catching Satoru’s gaze - behind the amusement, something else shines darkly. 

Shit.

Goosebumps erupt down your spine. 

A beat passes. One. Two. Only the revving of the engine filling the tense air. 

“...two months.” 

It’s all Satoru can do to not jump in joy in his seat right now - knowing his girl, you’ll probably take back what you said and immediately bonk him on the head for being so ridiculous. 

“Deal.” he mutters lowly, pulling up to the driveway.

 A flash of hot pink. In the short time it takes the valet to reach your car, Satoru has already split that too-familiar chocolate, holding out the bigger part to you, eyes gleaming with excitement. “I swear this’ll be a night you won’t forget.” he grins, biting into the chocolate. 

God, he was going to be the death of you. 

The decadent flavor washes over your tongue, a slight tingling on your tastebuds. But, it’s still just chocolate, right? You scoff - at least you won’t have to do the dishes for two months.

Now, Satoru knows he won’t have to do the dishes for two months. 

Ah, how heavenly you’d be, splayed out and begging for mercy underneath him. Heels clacking against the polished tile and your hand warm in his as the maître d’hôtel ushers you both inside, dick twitching in anticipation. Shit, was the chocolate working already?

He risks a glance at how you’re faring - nope, still normal. That’s okay, he’ll be driving you crazy in no time.

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Okay, maybe he won’t be driving you crazy in no time. 

How dare you sit there so gorgeous and unbothered, sipping slowly on your wine while he’s here mind whirling around how he’ll fuck you right here right now on this table without getting arrested for public indecency.

Fuck, it was hitting him hard.

Cock aching, heat rushing to his cheeks, eyes bleary - he sighs in frustration, resigning himself to do the dishes for two months.

Why did he even think of this? Damn his big fucking ego, he should’ve never taken that chocolate again. Maybe if he eats you out just right he could lower it to-

A feathery touch on his thigh. Too light for any sort of friction - just enough to set his skin ablaze. So deft that Satoru thinks he must’ve imagined it.

Until there it is again. Soft caress dancing delicately up his thigh. 

You.

A shiver creeps down his spine, blood rushing straight to his dick. Probably for the first time in his life, Satoru is speechless - maybe because you’ve reached underneath the table, teasingly sliding a heel along the top of his thigh.

“…darling…”

“Hmm?”

He blinks away the haze in his eyes, raising them to meet yours. “Wha-”

Oh. Oh, fuck.

What has he gotten himself into?

Eyes half-lidded, brows furrowed, and looking into his soul with a predatory glint that jolts the great Gojo Satoru right to his very core - and to his throbbing cock. He’d be lucky to make it out alive. Maybe he should just beg for his life right now.

Minutes tick by - or maybe it was seconds - Satoru is clueless. Mind only focused on the heel inching closer and closer, dangerously near to where he needed you the most. A smug smirk curls your pretty lips as his mouth drops into a soft oh.

The air crackles with an unspoken tension - his hips trying to subtly move you towards the erection furiously straining against his pants. He needed it so bad. It’s fucking pathetic, he knows. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck as your sole grazes his aching head. Pressing down. Hard.

“Fuck!”

Stomach flipping - before Satoru could fully process what the fuck was happening - he cums embarrassingly in thick spurts that pool on his pants, soaking right through the fabric, probably smearing on your new heels.

Head spinning, he bites his knuckles hard enough to draw blood, muffling the desperate moans threatening to escape his lips. 

He grinds his hips in shallow, mindless motions in a desperate attempt for more friction.

Instead, he gets the opposite.

“Behave, Toru.” you warn, swiftly resting your heel back on the floor, voice strained with something that makes his sensitive dick quiver animalistically. 

You huff out a chuckle at the almost-inaudible whimper of disappointment that rips from his throat. It’s laughable, really, he was supposed to be the one ruining you. This was so not fucking suave.

Face burning - whether due to the chocolate or embarrassment at the warm patch on his pants, he doesn’t even know - Satoru wishes the Earth would swallow him up whole. Would it be overkill to just teleport outta here?

The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his little reverie is your pretty lips forming into a tut. “Now now, Toru. It’s rude to make a mess at a restaurant. Why don’t we go to the restrooms and get you cleaned up, hm?”

Oh. Shit. 

A firm grip on his arm, his hands desperately covering his crotch. 

He was not going to make it out of this alive. 

Honestly, it wasn’t hard to bribe the waitress into letting you follow into the restroom after your fiancé - and put up an Out of Order sign promptly afterward. The actual hard part was trying not to rip off his clothes and give into your desires before you two even made it there. But you couldn’t let anyone else see him like that, of course. 

You were sure that if you had Satoru’s powers then you would’ve hollow purpled everyone here and taken him already.

You were going to ruin him.

Mind running a mile a minute, Satoru wouldn’t even be surprised if he’d just teleported to the restroom. If he was in a better state of mind he might’ve even admired the decor.

“My girl.” he breathes out, voice ragged. It’s all that is said before your lips are on his. 

It was like a fever dream - the bruising urgency of your lips, your aching pussy, and the heat of the stall as your quickened breaths mingle in a desperate dance. Your tongue intertwining with his. 

Manicured nails ripping his shirt open, you don’t have half the mind to register the designer buttons hitting the floor.

Satoru’s lips hazily chase yours as you pull away delicate strings of spit snapping just as quickly as your sanity. 

Your mouth waters at Satoru’s chest in all its chiseled glory, creamy skin peeking out from whatever remnants of the shirt were clinging to his sculpted shoulders. You wanted to ruin him.

“You dirtied my heels, Toru.” you frown, mockingly innocent. A choked-up gasp leaves his throat as you snake a hand down to firmly grip the erection straining against Satoru’s wet pants. Unmoving. “What shall we do about that, hmm?” 

“Ah! Please, my girl.”

“Please what? Use your words, Toru.”

“Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

Satoru learned the hard way that he could never turn back after uttering those words. 

Though, he already had an inkling once you immediately slam him against the stall door, fumbling with his belt, nails digging hard into his prominent v-line. “If you say so, Toru. Better not stop till you’re shooting blanks.”

The only thing that registers in his mind is the deadbolt echoing throughout the empty bathroom and his still-rock hard cock throbbing in your hands. 

“Ah- hah! Fuck.” low groans leave his throat at each jerky movement down his length. 

Head thrown back, pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, your tits pressing against his body as your hands urgently move along his veined length - up, up, up. 

Your thumb harshly teases his flushed head, spreading the precum from his leaking tip lewdly. “Oh God.”

His knees buckle, hands slamming against the top of the stall hard enough to make the walls tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing. Mind spinning, he doesn’t even know if he’s on planet Earth anymore.

“Toru~ Gonna let me join in on the fun?” your dangerous purr sends his cock twitching, breath hot against his ear.

Your cunt quivers, slick soaking your panties and trailing down your legs at the pornographic moans spilling from his lips as you fucked his thick cock with your fist. You wanted him so badly it was driving you insane.

Straddling a muscled thigh, your clothed core meets the fabric of his pants. It was already ruined, so what was another stain?

You grind your hips down on him, hard. Humping him like an animal in heat. 

Your slick seeping into the fabric of his leg. Harsh texture stimulating your needy cunt so painfully good. Swollen folds parting, mewls of pleasure leave your swollen lips as your clit catches on the rough fabric of his overly expensive pants. Over and over. 

Distantly, you register a strong hand tugging roughly on the thin fabric of your panties - easily ripping it and letting it fall to god-knows-where. 

Your hand doesn’t let up either, milking Satoru’s cock mercilessly the way you’d been dying to ever since you stepped foot into his restaurant. Your head spins, hips moving so animalistically on Satoru’s thigh.

A hand reaches down to sensually massage his heavy balls, squeezing and pressing hard circles - just the way you knew he liked it. 

“Oh, my girl. Always so good t’me- Ah! Hngh, gonna-” 

Satoru doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s pumping hot ropes of seed that decorate your pretty hands. Hips fucking up into you desperately.

You’re not far behind, juices squirting all over that expensive fabric, pooling on the tiled ground with a drip! drip! drip! that bounces off the walls of the restroom.

You two were so fucking loud. 

But right now, you wouldn’t even mind if anyone walked in to see your Satoru so debauched - as long as they see you fucking the soul out of him as well. 

It wasn’t enough.

“You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you, Toru?”

A shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his dick. “What? W-wait, darling. Fuck- Oh!” the strained words tumble out of Satoru’s kiss-bitten lips as you push down his soaked pants, kneeling to leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to his twitching, thick base. 

“I won’t be merciful, Toru.”

Ah, you could do this forever.

Nipping teasingly till you’re satisfied with the bite marks decorating his pelvis, you pool the saliva in your mouth, spitting a long stream into his furiously flushed head.

Once. Twice. Mixing enticingly with his precum, trailing down his length. “Ah! Hngh- oh, darling. So sensitive-” he bucks his hips into you, moaning loudly.

“You can do it f’me, Toru.” you murmur darkly against his twitching tip. Satoru keens as you take him until his fat head hits the back of your throat, pulsing around your warm mouth.

Your fiancé’s choking on his breaths more than you as you hollow your mouth, bobbing up and down at a ruthless pace. Gagging, you shove his throbbing dick all the way in with a desperation that eclipses the need for air, till you’re nose-deep in those tufts of snowy hair. 

“Oh, darling. Jus’ like that. Losing m’mind.” he whines.

Your pussy quivers at Satoru’s slightly salty taste, making you moan around his rock-hard length. Drool and precum dribble down the corner of your mouth, mixing with the mascara running down your cheeks. It was debauched. It was messy. And it was exactly how you wanted him. 

Tonguing Satoru’s sensitive slit in a delicate dance, you feel drunk off his sinful moans as you suck on him desperately. Breathless. Craving for more. 

Looking up to see a delicate streak of tears falling down his pretty face at the overstimulation, your cunt clenches around nothing. Fuck, you could just devour him.

“Cum, Toru.”

It was too much for him- 

Tight balls twitching sensitively, he cums onto your ready tongue. Fucked out whimpers leave his lips, tears clinging to his long, white lashes as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick, white seed.

Ah, he was always your favorite taste. Tasted so good - so good that you could cum untouched. 

And you do.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head and pussy clamping down on nothing as you reach your high.

You milk his cock ruthlessly, relishing in the thick cum flowing down your throat. But it still wasn’t enough.

Removing yourself off his dick with a lewd pop! you reach a hand to grab Satoru’s flushed throat, nails placed right over his thundering pulse. With a single tug, the great Gojo Satoru is on his knees before you, in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant. 

Walls still quivering, you stand over him, connecting your sweaty forehead - and your mouth - with his. 

Kiss-bitten and smeared with your lipstick, Satoru’s lips are soft - or maybe that’s the cum coating yours. A part of you delights in his half-lidded, fucked out gaze as your eyes bore into his - does he even know what he’s doing anymore? 

Hot seed flowing down his throat, Satoru can do nothing else but kneel there and take it. He feels lightheaded, all the blood in his brain rushing to his cock as you suck on his tongue. This was driving him insane. You were insane.

And he fucking loved it.

“You d-drive me insane, my girl.” his words muffled by your hand still around his throat. His voice cracks with sensitivity in a way he would definitely be embarrassed about if he were in the right mind. 

Yet, how could he ever be with the slow, feral smile that spread across your beautiful face?

Leaning down, you whisper lowly against his ear. “I’m the same, Toru.” 

Maybe it’s your words, and the hot breath that sends shivers down his spine. Or maybe it’s the way you lift your dress so alluringly - cunt dripping on full display, slick trailing down your legs. 

All Satoru knows is, he’s surging forwards. He’s got your front pressed against the cold wall, cock twitching to life and bullying its way through your swollen folds. 

Mindlessly, a strong hand smacks against the stall as Satoru tries to keep himself steady. Too drunk off of you - off of your whimpers of his name, and the feeling of your plush walls clamping down on his throbbing erection, struggling to accommodate his size despite being so dripping wet. 

He doesn’t give a fuck. 

“Hngh- S’tight. Oh, fuck! S-sucking my cock back hah- in s-so needily” 

Ramming in and out of your hole at a merciless cadence, Satoru’s balls smack your clit so animalistically. You two feel like a pair of fucking animals. 

Shudders of overstimulation and pleasure wrack his body. Chest heaving, his blown-out eyes roll to the back of his head at the rapid, desperate thrusts inside your warm core. 

Pulling out all the way to slam back in mercilessly, Satoru could pass out at the sight of your ass jiggling as it arches to meet the rhythm of his hips. 

“God, m’girl. Gonna- gonna cum ah! Fill this pussy the way you want-” he groans raspily into the heady air of the stall, exhausted cock shooting wispy strings of cum that fill you up - some missing as he pumps into you, spilling out to paint your swollen folds white.

Before he knows it, a low hiss leaves his throat as you remove yourself off of his furiously pulsing cock - only to shove him seated on the commode. 

You take a split-second to admire your gorgeous fiancé - face flushed as much as the prettily leaking tip of his throbbing cock, eyes dazed and miles away, curtained by his sweaty white locks. A delicate trail of drool made its way down the corner of his ruby, kiss-bitten lips. Exactly how you wanted him.

What a fucking picture. Maybe you should take that chocolate more often…

“Toru~ Remember what I said? You’re not tapping out, are you?” you hum, eyes narrowing at the way his erection twitches so ferally at your dangerous tone. 

“Ah- don’t know- Can’t, please.”

You loom dangerously close, a hand reaching out to mockingly push his cheeks together, drool pooling at your fingertips. “I’ve told you before, Toru. Use your words. Please what?”

“M-mercy, please!” pathetic pleas muffled by your hand.

“Mercy?”

“Mercy!”

“No mercy for you, my darling Toru.”

The great Gojo Satoru, begging for mercy, will face none at your hands. 

You straddle his muscled legs, shivering with sensitivity. “Ah! Hah- Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god-” he whines nonstop as his quivering tip teases your swollen, messy folds. In one, fluid motion, you sheath him fully in your dripping cunt.

Ah, you feel so full. 

You relish in the way he twitches instinctively inside you. Steadying yourself using Satoru’s shoulders, you drag your cunt along his length, his prominent veins grazing that one spot inside you. Pulling out till his thick head teases your entrance, you drop down - inch by inch - over and over.

Satoru thinks he could cry right now - or maybe he already is. He doesn’t know, nor does he care - not when you’re so beautiful and fucked out, nails digging into his shoulders and heart eyes palpable in your gaze as you ride his sensitive cock into insanity.

He can’t stop the ragged moans that escape his swollen lips, head thrown back and hips bucking up exhaustedly into you to meet your every bounce. A hand is at his throat, pulling your face to his, “Don’t run away, Toru~”

He felt so raw. More a feral beast than a man as he watches his abused cock get swallowed up over and over by your wet pussy.

If he thought his dick was broken after this time then it’s really unsalvageable now.

He wanted to run away. He wanted more. He wanted you to keep looking at him with that fucking predatory gaze that made a carnal part of him twitch so good. He wanted to cum.

“I wan’- I wanna cum, please, my girl.” Satoru gasps out, teary eyes blown and looking up at you so delicately.

“Cum?”

“Yes.”

“Cum, Toru.”

Maybe it was the glint of fondness in your eyes, maybe it was the piercing of teeth as you bit down hard into the crook of his neck. Or maybe it was the way your snug cunt clamped down on him so sinfully as you cum as around him. But Satoru is immediately bucking up into your hips - reaching his climax, if you can even call it that. Poor, exhausted cock cumming dry. “Ah- Cumming- M’cumming hgnh-”

Satoru doesn’t even know if he feels his orgasm, just waves of pleasure that overwhelm him as he rides it out on your cunt. 

Ah, he thinks if heaven was a person then it would be you. 

Maybe he’s died already.

“Toru? Open your eyes, darling.”

Slowly opening the eyes that he didn’t even realize he had furiously scrunched closed, Satoru slowly blinks his vision back.

An angel?

“No, Toru, your fiancé.” you huff out a laugh. Oh shit, he said that out loud? 

Head still reeling from, well, everything - the great Gojo Satoru can do nothing else but sit there, exhausted and fucked out of his mind as you slowly remove yourself off his twitching cock. He’s never felt so vulnerable - so ruined.

Ah, someone remind him to never let you have a bite of that chocolate every again. 

A low hiss leaves him, along with a few tears that later he swears were never there. 

As you tenderly clean both yourselves up in the humid stall, Satoru thinks he’s never been handled with so much care. Ah, he loves your gentle hands. He loves you.

“I love you too, Toru.” you whisper into the intimate silence. Oh, shit, he said that out loud again?

Your beautiful laugh, “Yes, you did, Toru.” Throwing away the used tissues, you grin “Y’know they’ve probably brought out our food by now.”

Absent-mindedly, “Mhm?”

“I was thinking I wanted chocolate for dessert.”

A/N. Oh Satoru, you poor, innocent fool…

Also this turned out longer than expected. Reblogs so so appreciated!

Plagiarism not authorized.

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[worldly-fluster]

The LADS boys...when you go 'missing'???

(angst with some comedy cause it's fun)

So the plot is: you get tired of being near people, get overwhelmed and overstimulated so you need a bit to yourself...well you forgot to tell a certain someone you went MIA. He...panics? I don't think that's the right word for what he does.

Sylus(featuring the twins), Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel

ALSO-None of you are dating yet in any of these I write. Unless I specifically say so anyway. Lil note at bottom too lol

Sylus-

•So. He is definitely not panicking.

•He sooo knows where you are.

•He tells himself anyway.

•Only to realize that you weren't where he thought you were.

•You were supposed to be at one of his bunkers- your favorite bunker that he has in his possession. He even saw you go in there!

•But you aren't there?!

•The only way you could have left his/Mephisto's sight was if you literally disappeared. Like, poof Lola's gone.

•He looked everywhere in that place for you but he couldn't find a clue so he branched out.

•Poor Mephisto...his poor little wings, having to fly around like a, well, Chicken with its head cut off.

•It was actually a whole TWO days until he remembered that the twins existed and he could get their help.

•They were gone too??

•So, time skip until almost a week- 5 days, 8 hours and 37 seconds on the dot- he wasn't counting- go by and he gets a call from the twins.

•Apparently, they walked in on you having a breakdown and when you asked them for help to get you away from everything for a bit, they couldn't say 'no'.

•And all three of you completely forgot to tell the big boss man. Actually legitimately did forget.

•The twins were panicking about your well-being that they forgot about Sylus until you said you were okay enough to go back.

•lets just say, he was not pleased.

•All three of you- more like the twins only, he couldn't stay mad at you- were 'grounded' until he said so.

Xavier-

•He didn't really think much of you being gone at first, he just figured Jenna sent you on another mission by yourself again. The third time that week.

•Yeah he was worried, but he only got really worried when he asked Tara about it and she said you went on leave.

•He almost immediately signed for his own leave.

•He tried calling, texting, everything. But you didn't answer so he thought the worst.

•Where was his little teddy bear?

•he tried your apartment- he teleported into it and no it wasn't trespassing, he was checking on a friend. What do you take him for? A criminal??

•he tried all your favorite shops, cafe's and even asked Zayne, your doctor, whom had no idea about this but we'll get to his reaction later.

•it was barely two days until he found you.

•at a cat Cafe/bed and breakfast that you told him about in passing a few weeks before.

•He remembered it only because he remembered you were wearing that cute little blue blouse he got you for your birthday a month ago while telling him and he saw someone wearing something similar to it while he was pani-sorry, calmly looking for you.

•Oh he pouted.

•he whined.

•he almost cried.

•so a few head pats and apologies later he was docile and telling you not to do that again, without him anyway.

•he didn't think to ask Jenna about your whereabouts, she knew where you were going the whole time.

Zayne-

•He only realized something was wrong when Xavier popped in asking where you were. Saying he couldn't find you.

•Zayne thinking rationally, first tried to contact you.

•because who would ever ignore their doctor?

•...wait no, you have done that.

•Panic.

•has his own mental breakdown for a few minutes then immediately goes home because life is too much and he needs a bit.

•...why did he find you cuddled in his bed with all the plushies you have given him.

•you're gonna be the death of him, he swears.

Rafayel-

•He noticed immediately.

•boy texts you every other minute because he's bored. Wether it's a meme of a fish or about how sharks eat for free. In this economy?? He thinks not.

•so when you don't text back the normal 'k' within 2 minutes, he calls Thomas to inform him that the assassin sea urchins finally got you and are now after him.

•on a serious note, he is ✨ panicking ✨

•you are officially 'missing' for about a day and a half when he finally gets a message back from you.

•he ignores all messages and calls from you until he sees you in person.

•acts like he doesn't know you but then his act quickly falls apart as he starts whining about it being more than 800 years and something about the assassin urchins being back, crabs wanting vengeance and how barnacles are the new currency of the new age.

•Just text him next time you want a long vacation from everything. He knows the best spots.

##So I might actually write out these things at some point when my brain starts working correctly, who knows when that will happen lol##

[reignpage]

hello my love 💕 loving the recent updates as alwayysssss 😩 but I had a horny ask if you could, pretty please, you don’t have to but would love if you could

how often do each of the jjk men jork it? 😈 and any added details of their sesh: which hand(s), any edging/overstim, or do they play with the back door (i think Toji defo does but will NEVER admit) or you know general jorkin details 🙈

sigh, I woke up to horniess and now I will sleep to horniness, ventila98 you need holy water 😔

this was a little difficult cause I have no idea what goes on in a man's head as they jerk off but I really tried to embody their spirit, even closed my eyes and phantom jorked my imaginary penis and everything

....

Gojo:

how often?

depends on how busy this man is, I think. like if he doesn't really have much to do in a week, he'll likely do it everyday tbh. does it when he's bored is what I'm saying.

where?

anywhere really. he's away on missions often, so hotel rooms, in the bathroom, in bed, on the sofa. just anywhere he gets the urge to.

edges/overstimulates?

he edges himself for sureee, man wants to push his limits and tries to see how long he can last until the need becomes overwhelming.

choice of lubricant?

he's too good to use just any lotion, his dick is special. probably strawberry flavoured. deffo gets curious once in a while and tastes his own cum.

porn?

I feel like he doesn't really watch porn, just uses his imagination most of the time cause he's so focused on his own personal challenge. but if he does watch porn, it's of a threesome, two men one woman, totally doesn't think about a certain long haired bff 👀

Geto:

how often?

not too often, very rarely. too busy with his cult and plans for world domination. but when he gets really frustrated with monkeys and all the burden he has, then he'll seek out release.

where?

in the bath. he's kind of a clean freak, right? or at least he just hates monkey dirt, so I imagine being around so many non-sorcerers gets to him and the knowledge that he's partaking in something as monkey-like as self-pleasure fills him with a need to cleanse. and it's a bath, not a shower, specifically because he likes to take his time, to pamper himself.

edges/overstimulates?

edges too. there's a bit of internalised disgust so he tries to punish himself by pushing away the pleasure until he's sure he deserves it.

choice of lubricant?

lotion. I imagine he carries hand lotion often, he takes care of himself. and because he doesn't do it often enough to buy himself lube.

porn?

exhibitionism shit. like sometimes semi-public videos, and other times, fucking in front of a crowd. doesn't really like the aggressive porn videos, wants one that takes it slow, that builds up the torture, not just physical but also mental.

Choso:

how often?

every night. needs it to fall asleep tbh. thinks its wrong to do it during the day and he really beats himself up when he gets horny when the sun's still up. there's a lot of shame there that no one, under any circumstances, should exploit in our poor cho cho 🙂

where?

in bed. doesn't even dream of doing it anywhere else because it's too filthy, too naughty. he hides under the covers even if he's completely alone and tries to stifle his moans, biting his lip and throwing his head back against the pillows as he writhes.

edges/overstimulates?

overstimulates once in a while. most of the time he's just trying to get rid of the urge so he can sleep soon. but sometimes, he's in a mood to push himself, to extend the pleasure, to bring himself to tears. he loves being overstimulated so so so so much.

choice of lubricant?

lotion. has one right on his bedside table that he uses just for his special time. likes the vanilla scent. tasted the lotion with his cum once. he didn't hate it.

porn?

probably doesn't even know what porn is lol. if he does though, he goes wild. like he's watching every single video he possibly can. when he first starts watching porn, anything he watches gets him going. but once he's gotten over that beginner phase, he's a lot more discerning. likes the intimate videos, the one where it's at night, and you can tell the couple actually really loves each other.

Toji:

how often?

3-4 times a week. surprising? I think he's at an age where he's not getting turned on by a nice piece of ass. plus, he whores himself out, so he gets plenty of sex. he's not a pent up little teenager. does it when he's bored or when the natural need arises. morning wood is dealt with and if he can't sleep he'll jerk off.

where?

anywhere. does it in shiu's car sometimes. he jerks off pretty often in public toilets. does it on the sofa more than the bed, like if he's watching tv, he'll absentmindedly jerk off.

edges/overstimulates?

jerks off to cum most times. doesn't really view masturbation as an form or anything. it's just to satisfy an itch so he doesn't play around. but if he's feeling extra frustrated, he edges cause he knows the orgasm is better when you push it away.

choice of lubricant?

his spit and then his pre-cum. I hc he leaks a lot of pre cause of them big ass balls (is that how it works biologically, idk and who cares). doesn't have money for fancy shit.

porn?

lesbians probably. doesn't really like orgies or gang bangs. seeing too many men turns him all the way off lol. but he deffo likes the ones with a plot. sexy fireman saves slutty nurse from vibrating chair or something idk

Nanami:

how often?

a couple times a week. he's too busy to even think about sex. and he's also too stressed to get boners. I kinda feel like erectile dysfunction would be something that isn't a complete stranger to him if he's in a relationship. well anyways, he does it when he's really stressed and frustrated and he has so much tension to release. he'll take it out on his cock.

where?

in his office quite often. under the desk, not even bothering to lock the door. or in the bathroom cause he wants to be able to clean up the mess quickly.

edges/overstimulates?

usually neither. jerks off to cum too. he's always in a rush so he doesn't have time to play around. but if he does, then he switches up. edges more often than overstimulates, but he does the latter if he's reallyyyyy into it. like he's really feeling freaky and wants to feel some pain.

choice of lubricant?

lube. he used lotion a lot when he was younger and it caused him rashes, so he's since invested in proper lubricant. not flavoured, but definitely the warming/tingling kind.

porn?

only when he's in a safe space, like without the fear of getting caught. so if he's at home. and he has the time. probably watches couples too, likes the more intimate ones, the ones that focuses on the women's pleasure. he hates the fake moans and the overly produced videos. think it's just shameful. so he really likes homemade videos. sometimes tho, he does like the ones where its teacher punishing student. but that's very rare cause it gives him so much post-nut guilt lol.

Sukuna:

how often?

once in a blue moon. maybe even once in decades tbh. just doesn't really get boners and if he does, he just leaves it alone cause he's not a weak little mortal.

where?

in his chambers mostly. thinks it's a private matter so wants to keep it personal and intimate. and he also wants to take his time so he needs a place where he won't be interrupted with the sight of a snivelling little rat.

edges/overstimulates?

edges. personal challenge. wants to see how long he can last and how much he can take. could go on for hours. squeezes his base just at the last minute.

choice of lubricant?

spit. doesn't use lube, might not even know it exists, and he probably doesn't even use lotion let's be real. so he spits on his hand, or drools right onto his cock, or manifests his curse mouth onto his palm to slobber his own dick with his spit.

porn?

does not watch porn. he's traditional. doesn't even really think of anything in particular. his sexual experiences is limited I imagine. and if he does watch porn, then he'd much prefer homemade ones and bdsm, probably hates the overproduced ones too cause of all the extreme plastic surgery. he's a snob.

[kooksbunnnn]

Helping Hands - Min Yoongi

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Summary: an innocent intention of helping you with your back pain, turns out to be a breaking point of Yoongi's resistance. 

Warning: a very torturing massage (for the masseuse lol), SMUT, unprotected sex (be more sensible than that people), fingering, clit stimulation, oc crying due to overstimulation, YOONGI FUCKS YOUR THROAT, his long fingers making you cum, ass slapping, sloppy kisses, multiple orgasm, slight dirty talk, its basically filth, porn with slight plot, fluff in the end because we love aftercare right?

Words: 3.2k

Rating: 18+

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"Mmh. Fuck yea-"

Okay, this was not a good idea. When Yoongi tried to help, he didn't think it would be this tough. But you were in pain, he couldn't help it. He never felt his fingers shake, especially on a girl. But this? You?!

The muffled voices, the short-relieved moans, and the deep humming were making him go feral. He cant even see your face and he is so glad he doesn't because that would definitely make him give in. 

He knows you feel good, fuck, you sound so fucking good. The skin under his hands feels smooth, soft, and biteable. He wonders how he could bite and leave purple marks on the inside of your thighs. Fuck, he would make you writhe on his tongue, make your whole body squirm. 

Dammit!? Think of something else Yoongi. Anything!

Jin doing aegyo. Yes. Its works, he just needs to keep thinking about his Jin hyung making cute faces, while he keeps kneading the flesh of your strained waist, without making his crotch touch your ass. Oh, that perfect, round, plum ass. 

Fuck.

While he is trying his best to divert his mind, you're being a complete menace. Knowingly or unknowingly you're giving him a boner and it feels so wrong. He can't help it. He is literally hovering over your thighs, with a boner he wants to let go but the sounds, the groans, oh god help him. 

He looks at the clock and his eyes widen at how only 4 mins have gone. If only he could've kept his mouth fucking shut. 

I could help you with the pain y/n. Trust me.

Fuck his help. He needs it more that you now. He should've called a physiotherapist for fucks sake, when you told him how strained your back is. 

Shifting the pressure to your lower back, he kneads the tense spot on the small of your back. Balancing the pressure in his index and thumb fingers he massages it in circular motions.

You groan at the pressure and your thighs rub against each other. He doesn't want to think over the possibility that you might be wet because fuck that would be so hot. He spreads his palm and slightly pushes against the tight muscle, slight jerks against the skin but maybe it was the wrong move because it makes your hand clutch the pillow in a tight fist. "Mmph" you groan, the way you hold the pillow case makes his mind run wild. 

"Fucking stop." He growls. 

"What happened?"

You try turning over to get up, but he pushes you down with a hand on your neck. Gasping, you turn your head sideways, looking up at him, his eyes were already on you. You feel shivers running up your spine at the darkness visible in his eyes.

"Yoongi? Is everything okay? Did I make you uncomfortable?" You ask with a pout, with feigned innocence in your voice. You're playing dirty. 

His lips turn into a sneer and he sees how your lips twitch at his reaction, smirking at this, he asks bending forward a little. "Are you really playing dumb right now?"

He can see through you, the smile you try to keep in, the way your cheeks turn slightly red at his close proximity. Breaths turning ragged slowly. He knew you were up to something, with the amount of sexual tension going on between you two, this was bound to happen. 

Being roommates was not very easy for you two, him walking in on you taking a shower, then the shorts resting just below your ass while you cook the breakfast in the kitchen, moving your hips slightly to the tune playing in the background.

It was fucking frustrating. 

Later he realized, that you were doing it on purpose after he called the drunken kiss a mistake two weeks earlier. He didn't want to make you feel awkward since you both were roommates. But you were on a damn mission.  

He even had to take a cold shower the day before because apparently, you were into popsicles now. Sucking the soul out of it, he wanted to feel your lips around him so much, he wanted you to lick his dick just the way you were licking the Popsicle's tip. He had to hold in a whimper when you made eye contact with him, hollowing your cheeks. How did Joon and Tae not see your ministrations? He doesn't fucking know. 

But today? He really wanted to help. You came home late after an overtime shift at the restaurant. He knows how hectic being a chef is because he saw his older brother complain of back aches very often. You were complaining about the no chair policy in the kitchens lately too! So he thought he should help. Well, your plan worked, cause he was gonna fuck the shit out of you. 

Chuckling, he sits up and flips you on your back. 

"You think you're very slick with this push and pull, huh?"

Your hands automatically try to reach up to him but he hold your wrists and brings them beside your head. Leaning in, he drags your hands against the couch leading them above your head. His warm breath fanning on your skin, making it flush.

"I don't know what you're saying, Yoongi."

Smiling at your devilishly innocent doe eyes, he bites lightly at the apple of your cheeks. You squeeze your eyes shut when he moves his lips to the spot beneath your ear. He bites at your earlobe and you squirm in his hold. 

Spreading your legs with his knee he makes himself comfortable between your thighs and its then, when you feel how hard he is. You whimper involuntarily and he chuckles near your ear deeply. 

"I wanna fucking ruin you, princess." He says rutting his hips in your clothed core and you gasp. He is not rushing anything. He is very slow with his thrusts, you can feel how hard he is and you wanna rip both your clothes off but damn his strength, he is holding your arms down with one hand. 

You feel yourself leak, you feel it ooze out of you making you clench your thighs together but its of no use because min yoongi is nestled between your legs. He ruts into you and arch your back. 

"Fuck, yoongi t-touch me, please"

He licks down to your collarbone, biting and sucking in his way. His other free hand comes to your waist, going inside your spaghetti top and you gasp lightly at his cold fingertips. 

He comes up and looks into your eyes, your mouth is slightly parted and you shut your eyes in embaressment. His eyes are too observant for you, you feel too vulnerable. 

"Ah-ah, sweetie. Keep your eyes on me"

You open your eyes hesitantly, which makes him smile. Leaning down he kisses you softly, lips moving in sync, its so soft that it makes you melt. You're kissing Yoongi, your roommate. The kiss makes you feel like floating and you moan whenhis tongue enters your mouth. So much warmth and overwhelming feelings that your head feels dizzy. 

You feel his fingers reach your underboob and you shiver at his touch on your bare chest. He detaches from your lips cursing under his breath, he cups your breast, eyes flicking twice between your face and chest. 

Gasping at his fingers rubbing your perked up bud, your back arches slightly and your eyes squeeze again. Suddenly he pinches your sensitive nipple making you moan, "You sound so perfect, baby."

Giving your cheek a wet sloppy kiss, he drags his tongue down your neck slightly loosening his grip on your hands. He leans down and rips the strap on one side of your top, making your boob pop out. Freeing your hands in the process, they fly straight to his head wanting eagerly to touch him. 

But he pins them back, getting up suddenly, looking straight into your eyes. 

"Hold them still, and keep watching me." He says as he leaves your hands and gets back to your chest. Locking eyes with you he smirks and puts his tongue out. You watch as he uses his long ass tongue to give kitten licks to your perked up buds and your body jerks. His other hand busy rolling your nipple in between his index finger and thumb. 

He chuckles at your red face and how flustered you look. The way he licks at your nipple, you feel so exposed. Not that you dont like it, you just feel so open to his eyes and his hungry gaze is making you heat up. 

You feel his hand moving from inside your tank top to the waist band of your joggers. He circles the tip of his tongue around your nipple, making shivers travel down your body. Lifting his head, his hand goes inside your pants and panties at the same time cupping your soaked core making you moan.

He rests his forehead against your collarbone with a deep groan. His middle finger parting your folds and you clutch your hair in order to not move your hands. Your stomach twitches at the sensitivity and his deep voice. Breathing shakily, the room is only filled with the sound of deep shaky breathes and groans. 

"You're so wet, so warm."

"Y-yoongi please please fuck do somethin- ah!"

He slides his middle finger on your clit raising his head at the same time, locking his eyes with yours. "So fucking greedy." He bites your skin with a growl and you cry out at the sensitiveness all around your body. 

His tongue at your collarbones, his fingers on your clit, rubbing you so deliciously, hands under his command, the eye contact and the anticipation of not knowing his next move makes your body shake. 

"Yoongi please I need you inside me, please." You gasp because you feel like you're hyperventilating and you might faint if you dont cum anytime soon.

"Do you now?" 

He starts rubbing your clit in smaller sharper circles and a moan escapes from the back of your throat, eyes shutting, you feel like your body is on fire. 

"Fuck fuck please fucking hell-"

He inserts two of his fingers and latches his mouth on your nipple at the same time. You moan lewdly and he just chuckles around the nipple while he fucks you with his fingers. 

Your high pitched 'ah ahs' makes him want to destroy you, he twists his finger in a come hither motion while his thumb rubs at your clit. He sits up and removes your joggers along with your panties. Leaning back down and latching his mouth to the other ignored nipple, renetering you with his fingers as you breathe heavily. 

"P-Please make me come fuck, pleasepleasepleas-"

His fingers hit the spongy spot in your walls and he groans. He looks up, as you twist in oversensitivity, rubbing constantly against that one spot which makes you see stars. 

He wants to see you, see you come and writhe beneath him. He lifts his face off your boob and grits out, "Eyes on me, if you ever wanna come, baby." You sob as your body arches, he holds your hips down as he works his fingers with his other hand. 

"Look at me." He says firmly. 

You squeeze you eyes tightly gathering enough strength to make eye contact with him, opening your eyes you look at him and he smiles, watching you through the black bangs covering his eyes, he is so evil. Sitting up, he shifts his weight on his legs and uses the other hand to rub at your clit and the other to fuck against your spot. Your pussy gushes at this and he knows you're close. 

Your body tightens and your eyes roll back, he groans at the sight as you clutch your hair with one hand and gripping his wrist with the other. 

"F-Fuck yeah. Come all over my fingers, baby. You're fucking soaking."

Your body twitches and whatever he says is white sound to you as you hear your heartbeat in your ear. Your nails digging in his hand, and the other digging in your scalp. You came after so long and you came so much. 

You push his hand away at the overstimulation, and close your thighs due to the sensitivity. He leans in to kiss you but its a very brief one because you needed to breathe. 

"Fuck, I knew you had good hands." You chuckle breathily and he laughs at your comment. 

"You take a minute, princess, cause I am nowhere done with you." 

You giggle as you watch him get up. Removing his trousers and boxers to sloppily work up his cock. He strokes it slow and your mouth waters at the sight. His cock is pretty just like him. The prominent vein on his cock makes your tongue come out to wet your lips. 

You watch hungrily as he uses his thumb to gather the precum and use it make the strokes easier and sloppier. 

"You know?"

He says stepping forward towards you and you sit up on the couch, he comes up and rests his hand on your head, weaving his fingers through your hair. Titling your head, he wipes the wetness on your cheek with his thumb. 

"I used to love popsicles"

He uses the same thumb to run over your bottom lip as he pulls it downwards. You open your mouth slightly and he scoffs, stroking his cock with the other hand. You gasp when he grips your hair in a tight grip, wincing at the pain and pleasure combo. 

"But fuck them for making me feel so helpless that day." He grits out as he leaves his length to grab your hair in a ponytail, you part your lips and push your tongue out. Scoffing at your face he brings his dick to your mouth and you raise your hand to rest at his thighs. 

"Tap my thigh if it's too much okay?"

You nod. And he pushes in, groaning at your warmth, "fucking hell, baby" he groans with his eyes shut. You try to control your gag reflex but his length touches the back of your throat and you let out a lewd gag making him moan. He shudders as you roll your tongue around his length brushing against the vein as he pushes back and forth. Pulling back he enters your mouth once again and your eyes tear up when you feel his dick in your throat. 

"Yes. Thats it."

He says while gathering your hair and holding them as your eyes let out tears. Your slightly smudged mascara now covering your cheeks in blotches. 

"So warm. So fucking warm." He says through his teeth and you relax your throat before swallowing around him.

He moans deeply at that and you feel your cunt clench at the sound. Pulling out, he leans down at your face level and asks, "Are you on the pill?" You nod before taking deep breaths and looking at him through blurry eyes. 

He smiles before kissing you, almost falling back on the couch. He kisses you wet and urgently before lifting and flipping you on all your fours. Getting up on the couch, he gets behind you, smacking your ass cheek with a scoff bringing out a moan from you. He parts your legs and brings his fingers to your pussy to rub it in rough circles, making you whine out in frustration. 

He chuckles at your impatience and slaps your ass once again. You are about to turn and tell him to please fuck you but you get cut off when he pushes his dick inside you in one smooth thrust. You lose your balance and your head falls onto the cushion giving Yoongi the perfect arch of your back. He puts his palm on your neck and keeps the pressure there as he sets a pace that makes your eyes water, and drool forming in your mouth. 

He doesnt say anything, nor could you, the room is filled with pornographic skin slapping sounds and deep groans and moans along with high pitched whines.

Snaking his hand around your waist he pulls you up against himself, the couch cushions making squeaks as he fucks you into oblivion, you whine at the building orgasm and he chases his own high. You clench around him when he wraps one hand around your throat.

He puts more pressure around your neck. Not blocking your air passage and making it hard to breath, just making you light headed. 

"Yes. Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum. "

His breathy voice makes you clench. His words gritted out of his teeth indicating his climax. You reach your hand around and tug at his hair which makes him growl and reach his hand down to rub at your clit. 

Your thighs shake and you cum around his cock with a long and deep moan, making him fall off the edge too. He stills inside you and you fall on the cushions in front of you as he grips your hips while releasing. You both groan at the warm feeling of his cum spurting inside you and he gives two harsh thrusts to milk his cock entirely. 

You both stay in the same position panting and heaving until both of your highs go away. Pulling out he winces at the sensitivity and plops down on the sofa with heavy breaths. You turn around half naked with just a half torn tank top on your stomach. 

Kicking at his arm playfully, you ask for something to cover you up. "I feel cold, help me out. I cant feel my fucking legs." You chuckle and he smiles at you. You lift your leg again to kick him, but he stops it mid-air and bites your ankle. You laugh at him as he smiles and picks you up in bridal style. 

"I am a gentleman, for your information, if you didnt notice it yet."

"Oh I did notice it when you offered me a massage, you softie."

"I will drop your ass down if you say that again." He says playfully, smiling and you laugh along with him. 

After getting a nice hot bath, making out for 15 mins in the bathtub, you both change into fresh pair of clothing and play stone paper scissors to decide in whose bed you want to cuddle in. Him being the champion of this game, he won.

Laying in his bed, him spooning you, you whisper. "Yoongi?"

"Mm?" He mumbles.

"You know I like you right?" Your heart beats fast as you say this cause this would get complicated if it turned out to be a one night thing for him, because you actually had feelings.

When he doesnt answer for two seconds, you feel your heart sink and regret starts forming in you, wishing that you didnt provoke him for a meaningless fuck. 

"Me too, princess." He mumbles against your ear and you audibly sigh out in relief to which he squeezes you with his hands around your waist, nuzzling his head into your neck, pecking the top of your head. You smile as you feel sleep take over your mind, the warmth of each others bodies making you both fall into a slumber. 

The next morning you woke up with not only a sore back, but a lot of sore muscles, but at least it was worth it. 

[frankenkyle19]

Let go, I’ll catch you

Word count: 1.7k

Description: You walk in on Kyle. On your bed. Naked. With a hard on. Warnings: Smut, handjobs, blowjob (barely), slight sensitivity/overstimulation. Kyle gets upset at one point because he thinks he hurt reader.

You’d never expect to walk in on a horny zombie boy sitting on your bed, but that’s exactly how it went.

There Kyle was, just looking down at his naked body, cock hard and prodding at his tummy, droplets of water slipping from his hair before rolling down his body. It seemed he’d just gotten out of the shower.

His towel was tossed on the ground as he grunted, chest heaving heavily as he breathed, wondering just what the hell to do with this new feeling. 

He hadn’t even noticed you walked in on him as he carefully brushed his cock with one of his fingers, a surprised and very loud whine slipping from his lips at the barely there touch.

You immediately closed the door behind you. The last thing you needed was for someone else to stumble across the same scene you had.

This got Kyle’s attention, his dark eyes popping up to look at you, something behind them desperate for something he didn’t quite understand. His hand had felt so good and his mind quickly fell back to that thought as he copied the action, brushing his fingers along the head of his cock, brows furrowed in confusion at the thick liquid that rubbed against his fingers. 

A long, drawn out deep groan left his lips as he felt his hips arch up into the air. He looked back at you, eyes shining, his usual adorably curly blond hair sticking to his forehead, still soaked from the shower moments before. He must have gotten hard in the shower and came to your room to figure out exactly what to do. Which he still hadn’t found out yet.

“H-helppp” his brows furrowed as he formed the words, looking up at you hopefully. Surely you’d know what to do. In Kyle’s eyes, you knew everything. So many words, how to help him put his clothes on, how to make the best Mac and cheese, and so much more. He had no doubt you’d make him feel better.

Meanwhile you stood there, frozen. Do you help him or not? Did he fully understand what he was asking for? It was all so confusing and you didn’t want to make a wrong move and trigger him into one of his rages. 

You carefully took a step towards him, keeping your eyes on his face as you blushed, hard. He was naked and open in front of you, asking you to help him. How could you say no? 

Sitting down next to him on the bed, you cleared your throat, looking back into his eyes, his own progressively getting more desperate. 

“H-heeelp. To-touch Kyle.” He seemed a bit frustrated with himself for not being able to fully express what he wanted. But dammit he wanted you.

“Kyle I- I don’t know-“  but he wasn’t listening to your words, his mind seeming to come up with an idea of its own. He got on his knees, hands coming to wrap around your shoulders in an awkward hug as he carefully humped your clothed thigh, crying out at the much needed friction on his aching cock.

This took you completely by surprise, almost shoving him off, but you couldn’t do that to him. Not with how desperate and needy he was. 

“A-aughhhh- g-good.” He mumbled, brows furrowed, jaw clenched as he ground against your thigh once more, a bit harder this time, his cock twitching as his pre-cum left a wet patch on your jeans. With a determined attitude, he began to thrust against your thigh faster, whimpers turning into frustrated grunts. He needed something, he needed his cock to stop aching and this just wasn’t doing it.

You sensed his upset, and in order to keep things peaceful, you gently pushed him away, which caused him to nearly shout at you in frustration, before you wrapped your hand around his cock.

That shut him up instantly. 

Oh god, that was the best feeling he’d ever felt in his life, hips jutting into the tight ring your hand made.

He cried out some unintelligible words that sounded somewhat like your name, hands gripping onto the bed sheets tightly, knuckles turning white at the effort. He felt like he was going to explode, and right now he wouldn’t mind that.

“S-s-su-“ he groaned in frustration, obviously trying to tell you something.

“What is it, Kyle? Tell me.” You slowed down your strokes so he could better focus on getting the words out.

“S-suuuck. Suck” he said, glancing down to where you stroked his leaking red cock. Oh.

Something must have snapped in him and he knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted you to give him a fucking blowjob, and you didn’t say no.

Carefully, you pushed his chest so he’d lay back on the bed as you settled in between his thighs, holding his cock with your hand as you carefully licked across the tip, getting a taste for the salty pre-cum spread across it. Kyle’s whole body was shaking as he tried so so hard to control himself, eyes shutting as he bit his bottom lip. 

You found this a reason to continue, tounging gently at the slit which caused him to wince, shaking his head as he cried out.

“N-noooo” His hips came up a bit as he tried to get you to stop. Which you did, instantly. You didn’t want to do something he didn’t enjoy.

“G-gen-gentle t-touchhh” you had taught him that phrase when he was too rough and you needed to remind him to be gentle. This was him telling you he wanted this, you just needed to be gentle. Which was completely understandable.

“I’ve got you baby. I’ll be gentle. Promise.” He gave you a nod. He fully trusted you and was putty in your hands. It made your heart clench a bit, knowing how big a deal it was that Kyle trusted you this intimately.

You resumed your previous actions, being careful not to stimulate the head of his cock into over sensitivity, lips wrapping around it before beginning to bob your head carefully.

Kyle’s reaction nearly scared you. A gargled shout left his lips as his hips bucked up, causing you to gag and lift off him a bit.

The sound of your gag panicked him as he tried to sit up, tears instantly forming in his eyes. 

“B-bad Kyle- Kyle h-hurttt.” 

You carefully sat up, cupping his cheek in your palm as you shook your head. “No no no, not at all, Kyle. You didn’t hurt me, that just happens sometimes. Your throat is very sensitive to touch. I’m not hurt.” You reassured him, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he leaned closer to you. You wanted him to relax and let go, and he needed to let go so bad. 

Maybe a hard, fast fuck would ease his troubles, especially if they were accompanied with intimate, gentle cuddles afterwards. 

You carefully began to peel off your clothes, which made Kyle’s eyes go wide, hands reaching out to touch your breasts. You let him, watching as his mind worked in overdrive, some part of his brain remembering all of this from before his accident.

Once you were stripped bare, it seemed to click in his brain and he sort of just… went for it. He shoved you back on the bed, wiggling between your thighs, cock pressing against your core. It was so warm, and so slick and Kyle just had to be inside you right now.

And that’s exactly what he did, without regard for going slow for your sake, he thrust into you to the hilt, breath hitching at the warm tunnel of your walls clenching around him. He placed his arms on either side of your head and began to thrust in and out of you, leaning down to nip at your shoulder to conceal some of his very loud moans.

As for you, it was so much at first, you felt so full, but the slight pain you felt at first quickly turned into pleasure as Kyle’s every thrust seemed to hit that certain spot inside you that made you lose your breath. 

He didn’t slow at all, rutting into you with near inhuman speed, animalistic groans coming from his parted lips. The bed creaked and jolted against the wall from the power of his thrusts and you just knew you’d be sore tomorrow. 

You could tell he was close by the way that his thrusts began to lose their rhythm, more desperate and almost panicked cries leaving his lips. You felt him pulling back and you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him back into place as you breathed against his ear.

“I know it’s a lot, I know, it feels so good doesn’t it? Almost too much..” Kyle’s thighs began to shake as he still tried to pull back, unsure of what the bubbling feeling was working its way up from deep inside.

“Stay right here, Kyle. Just let go, okay? It’ll feel so good I promise. You’ve got to trust me. You trust me, don’t you?”

He whimpered with a nod, thrusts so shaky and weak as he finally tipped over the edge, rutting his hips up into you a few more times before he was writhing and trying to pull his cock from your warm walls.

You unwrapped your legs from his waist, letting him pull back and collapse onto the side of the bed next to you, panting hard, cock covered in a mixture of his cum and your slick. 

Your first thought was how intense that was. And then how you hadn’t gotten to an orgasm. And then to the boy who panted next to you. The last thought was what you focused on as you sat up, glancing over at him. He was wrecked, sweat clinging to his skin as he blinked up at you, in a haze.

“L-love.” He cooed, voice soft and barely audible.

You weren’t sure if he was saying he loved what you two just did, or if he loved you, but either way, he was happy and satisfied, and loved it. And hopefully he felt loved too. 

[roe-and-memory]

lightning and his struggle with emotions save me….

those feelings of inadequacy that suffocate his every thought, that fear that if he messes up — acts in a way that nobody wants him to — then he’ll lose everything.. and how, for a little while, all those feelings carry over to radiator springs (maybe they even stick around for the rest of his life)

i cant see lightning as much of a crier, he doesnt seem like the type to want to express those emotions, especially in front of people, and thinking about this concept in the context of radiator springs is sooo…

hes finally got those people that love him and hes so terrified that if he makes one wrong move, says one wrong word, then they’ll kick him to the curb and he’ll be alone again that he just. Stiffles. these feelings.

for a while no one really notices, but flo is the first one to realize she’s never seen him in any negative mood aside from anger like.. ever? she tries to brush it off, make an excuse in her mind for him, but the more she tries to neglect it the more obvious it becomes that he’s purposely hiding his feelings from them and she cant figure out, for the life of her, why. she mentions it to doc, asks him quietly if hes ever seen or heard lightning cry, and the silent pondering from the man is enough to tell her that he Hasnt.

she doesnt wanna be nosy, but shes so concerned because she KNOWS there has to have been something thats upset him in his time here, he just hasnt expressed it to anyone…

but imagine her shock, three months into lightnings life in the town, he comes into the cafe on the brink of tears with scraped shins, blood staining his now torn jeans, and a glimmer of fear in his eyes.

he apologizes to her, sits down in a booth — seemingly not realizing hes wiping blood everywhere — and buries his face in his crossed arms that are resting on the tabletop. its the first time flo has seen him look this scared, and it brings up those thoughts of how long he’s been hiding these emotions from everyone. she watches from behind the counter, a half dried bowl in her hand as she finally catches the slight trembling of his shoulders and her heart just Breaks.

lightning had nowhere else to go for this — docs clinic was closed and doc himself was at home, sally was at home, Everyone was at Home — so the best idea he could come up with was hiding at flos in an attempt to get away from everyone else because when the string of events that went wrong occurred, he Knew then it was that final straw that was gonna rip the carpet out from underneath him and bring him to exhausted, overstimulated tears.

i think at some point flo stops what shes doing, studies the empty cafe, and abandons her dishes to sit down at the table with him. she scooches into the booth beside him and rubs gentle circles on his back like a mom would, and, unbeknownst to her, that just makes him sob harder.

part of her is happy that hes feeling this, but oh Boy, that mom part of her is genuinely heartbroken for him. she doesnt know what happened but she can safely assume hes in pain and startled, and she knows shes willing to sit here for as long as she needs to make sure he feels safe and comfortable again, even if it means keeping these tears a secret from people like doc and sally at lightnings request.

[popp1nstaxr]

༉‧₊˚. Vampire in love 🦇

Warnings: YeonJun is a vampire (obvious), Fem! reader, Dom! YeonJun, maybe yandere YeonJun (a little at the end), mentions of blood (not much really), NSFW, smutt, overstimulation and maybe a little degradation (Y/N calls stupid to YeonJun and YeonJun makes fun of she gently, but not cruel I guess)

My first language is not English, so I apologize in advance if there are any spelling or narration errors in the text.

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She let out a sigh, for some time now her neighbor had been making strange sounds at night... not that she wanted to accuse him of anything, but this was annoying and didn't let her sleep, and it was even worse when she left her apartment to seeing this same one greet him with a charming smile and then say "shall we go together, Y/N?", clearly she just smiled and politely denied.

I repeat, she didn't want to accuse him of anything, especially when he seemed to be so... perfect, he was athletic, thoughtful, kind, popular, attractive, and intelligent, why would he do something wrong? But of course, not all of us know what happens to people... anyway, there she was, looking at the moon through the window, it looked so big and luminous, it seemed that the dark sky gave it its shine and I let her be the protagonist of heaven... of course, all that ended when another knock was heard, the girl sighed and rolled her eyes, already tired.

"Up to here..." she thought to herself and she left her apartment to go to the next door <<202>> was the door number, she knocked three times and waited. The silence was heard on the other side, a silence so... great that it was even scary, a sepulchral silence, and then the door opened, revealing your black-haired neighbor smiling from ear to ear... ugh, that smile so bright and striking, perfect white teeth, and his... fangs were what stood out the most, this only increasing his attractiveness even more, and hell, having him so close to you made wheezing for a microsecond.

"Do you need something, Y/N? It's already late, I don't think you like having dark circles under his eyes tomorrow" he spoke confidently, joking with little, of course, I forgot to mention, he and you are classmates in calculus class, that's why seemed like a curse the fact that you always ran into him somehow, although perhaps, it could be destiny.

"No, it's just... is something wrong? I hear a lot of noise and as you say, I need to sleep, YeonJun" she spoke and the black-haired man nodded, understanding the situation "I'm sorry about that, doll, but don't worry, it's not nothing alone... it doesn't matter it's nothing." The brunette just nodded and when she was going to turn around to leave, YeonJun spoke again "But, it's a red moon, you should be careful with that... when that happens the vampires are more bloodthirsty, and who knows" and he did He made a gesture with his hands, raising them as if he really had no idea for nothing "maybe you are prey" and smiled innocently before closing the door.

The girl just laughed and rolled her eyes, amused, YeonJun always joked like that so she didn't give it any importance, "stupid.." she muttered to herself in amusement and headed to her own room.

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4:00 A.M.

And there she was awake in bed, why couldn't she sleep? No more noises were coming from the apartment next door, everything was just silence... just, silence, not even a dog barking in the street, or a bat over there screeching, no, nothing, there was only silence, you had never felt a night as long as this and it was definitely a nuisance and at the moment that you thought—rather, you considered—that you had gone deaf was when a noise was heard, a sigh... a damn sigh and to top it off in your room, The girl stayed completely still, her ears becoming sharper to pick up any unusual sounds in your room and then you felt a breath on your neck "oh god, but what the hell is happening?" you asked yourself and felt The touch of something icy on your warm skin, it looked like two somewhat thick, very icy needles, you swallowed, nervous.

"I-Is there anyone there?" the silliest question, clearly no one was going to answer but fear did not make you think clearly and some hands, large and icy, took your waist, suddenly you felt a weight on top of you, someone who placed himself perfectly between your legs, someone who He made your hip fit perfectly with the other person's, his hands made your hip rise a little and your pelvis rise, rubbing your intimacy with that of the other person.

"But what the hell?" you thought, you were going to speak but someone came forward and placed their index finger in your mouth, making you shut up "Shh... okay, I know this may be strange and illogical, but it's the moon of blood, I need to be able to have some bond with someone and that person... it has been you. You don't understand it now, but soon you will, just trust me" Again, you were going to speak, denying you, you didn't want anything to see to do with, whatever this was and it was then that smile you would recognize anywhere, and the little light of the moon allowed it to be seen perfectly.

"YeonJun..." you whispered quite surprised, he caressed your cheek with his thumb, and he slowly moved on to caress your lips "I promise to explain everything to you later, but it's hard for me if you keep pushing me away" his voice was suddenly so sweet, and of course I was right, he always seemed to be kind and want to get closer to you but what were you doing? ignore him or push him away with clumsy excuses or polite rejections.

You decided to believe him, was that decision very clumsy? Yes, but the truth is, you were a little curious.

He seemed to smile even more "The eclipse is just beginning, in 30 minutes it should be a blood moon as it will be a total eclipse... by that time I need you and I to be united" You nodded, and really you didn't understand anything but he seemed to know what he was about talking.

And that was when you felt his lips go to your neck, leaving soft and wet kisses there, his fangs grazing your skin only made you let out a shameful sigh, he smiled into your skin at this and took more confidence to raise your pelvis even further, taking your waist with some force while his lips devoured your neck, licking, biting (careful not to draw blood, but enough to leave marks from his fangs there) and kissing it, he released you carefully, letting you rest on the bed. and he was still on top of you, he found a way to get his hands under your pajama top, his icy skin contrasted with your warm skin making you sigh once again, pushing your shirt up until he took it off, internally enjoying the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. to sleep and with one of your hands he played with your nipples, while he slowly directed his mouth to the other nipple, beginning to carefully suck that area, sucking equally, while his free hand went down to your pajama pants, lowering them little by little, he was stimulating you and he did it so well.

Once he finished with your breasts, he made sure that your pajama pants would not be in the way and then he took one of his hands to your intimacy and rubbed two of his fingers over the underwear, moving them in circles, he could feel your humidity above them, making him laugh softly.

"Don't you get excited very quickly..?" He scoffed a little and licked his lips in amusement, continuing to stimulate.

"S-Shut up" you spoke, somewhat embarrassed and he let out a soft laugh, before lowering your underwear and leaving you completely exposed, she brought her face close to your intimacy and licked it, taking all that natural lubricant and tasting her lips thereafter, and then Without prior notice, put two fingers in there, penetrating with them.

He stayed like that for several minutes, stimulating you until... "m-I'm going to cum" you moaned and he smiled, removing his fingers immediately, you whimpered at this.

But he stood up from you, and began to remove his own clothes to return to bed with you, climbing on top again and aligning his hips. "Take a breath, honey, it's a big for you..." he murmured, his voice huskier. and you obeyed, when he shoved his cock inside you, their hips lining up in a way so perfectly pleasurable that it seemed like they were made for each other.

He was enchanted, by your body, your sounds, your smile, your personality... he loved everything about you, every inch and he definitely couldn't hide it anymore on this special eclipse night when the vampires had already chosen their partner forever, and of course you had YeonJun fall in love for you...

The point of the total eclipse arrived, the red light of the moon illuminated the room a little and darkened other parts, YeonJun's fangs stung, and with each movement and clash of their bodies, he only wanted to mark you more, he licked his lips and without stopping his movements he approached your neck, licked it, left a couple of kisses and munch, bit you, this time, making sure that the fangs penetrate the skin and draw blood, although he wouldn't take it, he wanted the mark to be durable.

He licked the traces of blood from his neck and smiled as he heard you cum, he had done it, finally, you were completely his.

[acescorazon]

I have a fic idea for you cause i suck at writing, i don't know if its been done before but-- 👉👈 buggyxmihawk where mihawk is tired of watching buggy doing his eyeliner wrong so he offers to do it for him instead djdjskjd but once he is done he realize he now wants to ruin buggys make up completely uhum if you know what i mean 😏🤭 you can crocodile if you want idk he may have been watching the whole thing DO AS YOU PLEASE

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, COLO. Also, a loooooooooooooong time ago you said that i could make this into a yuri and i did. So this is my one (1) yuri fic of the year. Enjoy

(P.S. i think i lost the plot)

Title: All Dolled Up

Pairing: Fem!Bughawk

Rating: E

Word Count: 6523

Warnings: PWP, Fingering, Strap-ons, face sitting, very minor overstimulation, dirty talk (I guess don't ask me.)

Excerpt:

Buggy glances up just in time to see Mihawk walk through their bedroom door. “As always, you look stunning, my love…” Mihawk murmurs as she makes her way towards her with a hungry look in her eyes, “But…” But, what? Buggy thinks. “When are you going to be done?” Mihawk asks before quickly adding, “I’ve been dying to get a taste of you all night.” she complains, and her voice sounds tight, perhaps even a little desperate as the words leave her mouth. She drops down to her knees all of a sudden and stares up at Buggy with big, pleading eyes, and the act makes Buggy’s face burn slightly. “That’s what you always say…” Buggy whispers as she quickly adverts her gaze and then chuckles nervously, “You always need to taste me…” “Can you blame me?” Mihawk asks as she stares up at Buggy. She rests her chin on one of Buggy’s thick thighs, then sighs, “You can keep doing your makeup, I just need a taste of you. Please, just a little lick.” 

Buggy adores putting on makeup and sliding into something cute before taking some pictures of herself. It’s kind of like a hobby for her, something akin to painting but on her skin, and she finds the whole process from looking for inspiration to applying products to her face to be so fun and relaxing. Hell, even taking off her makeup and then getting ready for bed is something that she also finds peace in, but we can discuss her skincare routine some other time. 

If Buggy’s not doing her own makeup, though, then she’s most likely watching other people do theirs or scrolling through social media, looking for more inspiration. Speaking of which, the other day, she was scrolling through social media when she noticed a cute look that she has just been dying to try which happens to be a glittery red smokey eye with bright red lipstick. The moment she saw the look, she knew that she had to copy it. It’s a little average, sure, and Buggy usually likes to do something more creative and eccentric, but the idea is cute. Plus, she feels like doing something quick and easy tonight, instead of spending hours perfecting one look.   

Buggy feels so pretty as she sits in front of her vanity wearing a red skin-tight cutout dress that clings to her curves and shows off just a hint of her side and cleavage. She already has her hair done up in two long, cute blue pigtails that hang loosely at her shoulders, and now all she has to do is finish her makeup and take pictures.

After Buggy dabs some glitter on top of her eyelids, she picks up her eyeliner with a small sigh. Buggy has gained a lot of experience with makeup over the years, but one thing she’s never been good at is applying eyeliner. Her hands are always too shaky, and sometimes she draws it on unevenly or pokes herself in the eye and, ugh, it’s just the worst. Her girlfriend, on the other hand, is so good at doing eyeliner, but then again, she’s good at everything. 

Speaking of her girlfriend, Buggy glances up just in time to see Mihawk walk through their bedroom door. “As always, you look stunning, my love…” Mihawk murmurs as she makes her way towards her with a hungry look in her eyes, “But…” But, what? Buggy thinks. 

“When are you going to be done?” Mihawk asks before quickly adding, “I’ve been dying to get a taste of you all night.” she complains, and her voice sounds tight, perhaps even a little desperate as the words leave her mouth. She drops down to her knees all of a sudden and stares up at Buggy with big, pleading eyes, and the act makes Buggy’s face burn slightly.

“That’s what you always say…” Buggy whispers as she quickly adverts her gaze and then chuckles nervously, “You always need to taste me…”

 

“Can you blame me?” Mihawk asks as she stares up at Buggy. She rests her chin on one of Buggy’s thick thighs, then sighs, “You can keep doing your makeup, I just need a taste of you. Please, just a little lick.”

 

Mihawk’s words send a shiver down Buggy’s spine, and she forces back a small groan. Why is she like this? She wonders, but she would be a liar if she said she didn’t love how desperate Mihawk acts whenever she finds herself in the mood to eat Buggy out, which is often by the way. Anyways, how can Buggy possibly continue to do her makeup with Mihawk’s head between her thighs?

Buggy caresses Mihawk’s head lovingly, “Just…Just give me a few more minutes, okay?” She stammers quietly, though the idea of Mihawk eating her out until she’s a shaking mess is already at the back of her mind. Mihawk groans softly, “Fine, just please… I really need you.” She tells her, and the combination of Mihawk’s blunt words and her burning stare make Buggy squirm in her seat. She can feel a dull ache growing between her legs, but she tries to ignore it for the time being and get back to doing her makeup. Buggy just needs a few more minutes, and then Mihawk can do whatever she wants with her. 

Buggy leans forward and continues what she was previously doing. She tries to apply eyeliner to her waterline, but now her hands are a little shakier than they should be, and she can’t seem to focus. Buggy can feel Mihawk watching her every little move as she remains on her knees, peering up at her with the same intense gaze as before, but she tries to ignore her. 

Buggy moves to finally apply her eyeliner, but freezes up at the last moment. "Um…" She mutters, trailing off before setting her eyeliner pencil back down onto the vanity. “ Do you have to watch me? It makes me feel nervous.”

Mihawk sighs softly but looks away from Buggy. She keeps her head in her lap, though, running a soft hand up and down Buggy’s calf as she waits for Buggy to finally give her what she so desperately needs.

Buggy feels slightly better now that Mihawk’s not watching her so intensely, so she leans forward again and attempts to apply eyeliner to her waterline, but her hands are still so shaky and she more or less ends up poking herself in the eye even though she tries hard not to. “Shit.” She mutters under her breath as her eyes begin to water slightly. 

“My love,” Mihawk groans quietly when she notices Buggy’s struggle, "Do you need help with your eyeliner?" Pft… Yes… No… Maybe. 

Buggy tries to play it cool and like she didn’t just stab herself in the eye. “No, no, I’m fine,” She mutters, but when she glances down and sees how impatient and needy Mihawk looks at this very moment, she grows flustered again. The ache between her legs grows as she recalls the fact that they were literally in this same situation during lunchtime when Mihawk insisted she’d been dying to taste her all afternoon before making quite the mess of Buggy on the living room couch of all places.

Well... Buggy thinks, as her face grows hotter, Things would go a lot faster if Mihawk helped me out a little… "I mean… if you want to help, I'm not going to stop you."  She says with a sheepish grin, "But…just know, I could totally do it myself, baby.”

"...Mhm." Mihawk hums softly before finally getting up and reaching for Buggy’s eyeliner. Despite seeming slightly impatient beforehand, Mihawk applies eyeliner to Buggy's waterline slowly and with ease and precision. Her hand is nowhere near as shaky as Buggy's would have been if she applied the eyeliner herself, and Buggy can’t help but admire that about Mihawk. Even when she’s clearly impatient,  she still takes the time to do things correctly the first time around. After Mihawk finishes, she admires her handiwork with a smile, “What do you think?” She asks as she gestures towards the vanity mirror with her head.

Buggy smiles as soon as she sees herself and then quickly thanks Mihawk for everything. She gets up and gives Mihawk a quick hug, or she tries to at least. “You’re the best,” She whispers softly as she tries to pull away from their embrace, only to have Mihawk wrap her arms tightly around her. 

Mihawk leans forward and presses a soft kiss into the crook of Buggy’s neck, “You look so pretty tonight,” She mutters into her skin, and Buggy’s smile grows. Well, if she thinks that Buggy looks pretty now, she should wait until she sees her with her mascara and eyelashes on! “Thank you, thank you,” She chuckles, “But I'm not even done with my makeup yet.” 

“Doesn’t matter. You always look gorgeous.”  Mihawk replies as she pulls her closer to her, “I really don’t think that I can wait any longer, though, my love.” She whispers quietly. Oh, she’s just being dramatic as always, what’s another ten minutes or so?

“I’m almost done, I promise.” Buggy assures Mihawk with another chuckle, yet she puts absolutely no effort into pushing an extremely needy Mihawk away from her.

Mihawk pulls back ever so slightly so she can look down at Buggy, and she actually gives her a small pout. Cute . Buggy finds her girlfriend so unbelievably cute, especially when she does things that she normally doesn’t do, like pout. “Buggy.” She calls out in a soft voice as she leans down slowly.

“Hm?” Buggy replies, pretending as if she doesn’t already know what Mihawk is about to say to her.

“Come on,” Mihawk pleads, “Please?”

Oh, how could Buggy ever say no to such a pretty face? She puts on a small show by sighing dramatically, “Fine, but If you mess up my makeup, I'm going to be pissed,” Buggy manages to complain just seconds before Mihawk presses their lips together for a hungry kiss. Part of her already knows that her poor makeup isn’t going to stand a chance against Mihawk now that she has her hands on her, but Buggy just can’t turn Mihawk away. Plus, it’ll give her something to complain about later, and she would never pass up the opportunity to complain about something.

Buggy can taste a hint of red wine on Mihawk’s lips as their kiss quickly grows in intensity, it’s a rather intoxicating taste that she’s grown accustomed to over the years. She sighs softly when Mihawk begins to caress her skin. Mihawk’s touch is so soft and teasing as she slides her hands up and down Buggy’s arms and her sides, and Buggy has to admit, she thought Mihawk would have her pinned down to their mattress by now, but she’s pleasantly surprised. 

Buggy matches Mihawk’s passion and then some. She eagerly grabs at every part of Mihawk that she can get her hands on as they kiss in an attempt to show Mihawk just how much she wants her back. Mihawk’s skin is a little icy, but so soft underneath Buggy’s fingertips, and Buggy loves the breathy little noises Mihawk makes every now and again and how she shudders underneath her touch. 

Mihawk breaks their kiss for a second, just long enough to whisper softly into Buggy’s ear: “Let me take care of you tonight,” She tells Buggy and before Buggy can even get a word in, she smashes their lips together again. Buggy knows exactly what that means and quite naturally wants to complain and say something like: ‘Hey, it’s not fair how you always take care of me and don’t let me return the favor,’ but her complaints dry up in her mouth when Mihawk slides a hand up her dress.

It’s just Mihawk, she touches her all the time, and yet Buggy’s face still grows hot and her heart begins to pound furiously the moment Mihawk starts rubbing her through her underwear. She tries to focus less on her own shyness and more on kissing Mihawk back, but Mihawk’s teasing touches become harder and harder to ignore.

“Hawkeye…” Buggy whimpers between kisses. 

“I got you,” Mihawk assures her before she pulls her panties to the side and begins to massage her clit in gentle circles. Buggy’s knees damn near buckle at that moment, and she only adds to her own embarrassment by whining noisily into their kiss. Another cocky laugh from Mihawk only makes the whole ordeal worse, yet it adds to Buggy’s arousal. Her legs grow shaky, and she finds herself involuntarily trying to rub herself against Mihawk’s two fingers, desperate to get just a little more pressure against her clit.

Every little touch feels embarrassingly good and part of Buggy is ashamed of all of the sounds she’s making as well as just how turned on she is right now, but another part of her feels too good to even care. She clings onto Mihawk tightly, feeling herself start to grow a little overwhelmed by Mihawk’s lips, tongue, and just her fingers in general, and that feeling only grows when Mihawk’s rubs her clit faster.

Mihawk slowly eases a finger into Buggy’s pussy and then a second one, causing Buggy to whimper in response. She breaks their kiss and releases a shaky exhale as she clings onto Mihawk, panting slightly. “You aren’t about to come already, are you?” Mihawk teases. Buggy opens her mouth to complain again, but she ends up squeaking instead when Mihawk presses a playful kiss against her ear. 

“Oh, be quiet…” Buggy’s says and her voice is shaky as she tries to get the order out, all because of the way Mihawk is slowly pumping her fingers in and out of her. 

"Oh, what was that?" Mihawk asks with a smirk before she leans forward to whisper another teasing comment into Buggy’s ear. “You make the cutest little sounds whenever I finger you, you know that, right, my love?”

“Shut up…” Buggy orders only to have Mihawk laugh in her face again before kissing her again. 

Buggy breaks their kiss again a moment later, desperately needing some air. Her thoughts are all hazy and clouded with lust, but she’s still caught by surprise when Mihawk pulls her fingers back, leaving Buggy feeling empty, before quickly bringing them up to her lips and sucking on them. The sight alone makes Buggy’s face feel like it’s on fire, but she damn near screams when Mihawk makes a show out of the whole ordeal by moaning as licks her fingers clean. “You’re so…” She trails off because she’s genuinely so caught off guard and doesn’t know what to say. Eventually she finds the right words her hazy brain is struggling to say, “Nasty.”

Mihawk seems to find her response funny, “I couldn’t help myself,” She chuckles, “You just taste so sweet.” 

“Whatever…” Buggy mutters under her breath, trying to hide her embarrassment as she looks up at her girlfriend. Her red dress clings tightly to her sweaty body, making her slightly uncomfortable, and she’s just about to take it off herself, but Mihawk beats her to the punch. Mihawk pulls away from Buggy, only for a split second, though, so she can yank her panties and dress off of her and then pull her towards the bed behind them. Buggy whines. It took her longer than expected to get in that damn dress, but Mihawk was able to take it off of her in a matter of seconds. It’s unfair.

Buggy crawls into bed and then lies back with a soft sigh. She spreads her legs slightly, inviting Mihawk to settle between them, and less than a moment later the two are tangled up in another tongue-filled kiss. Her hands are instantly all over Mihawk again, squeezing and caressing any part of her lover that she can reach. She pays specific attention to Mihawk’s toned abs as well as her firm ass, though.  

Buggy gives Mihawk’s ass a rough squeeze, which catches the other woman off guard and causes her to gasp into their kiss. Cutie pie. Buggy thinks as she giggles and begins to unbutton Mihawk's dress shirt. Once Buggy has it undone, she runs her hands over Mihawk's toned abs again and then up to her chest before giving her breasts a soft squeeze. They begrudgingly break apart for a split second again so Mihawk can get her shirt off, and during that time, Buggy gets the chance to admire her beautiful girlfriend's strong body a little before Mihawk's lips are all over hers again. 

Oh, how Buggy wishes Mihawk would let her admire her and spoil her the way she spoils Buggy. She wishes Mihawk would let her stare at her like a love sick fool and admire every little detail about her, she wishes she could shower her in compliments and words of affection, and more than anything she wish there were just one night where Buggy got the chance to make Mihawk feel like she was a priceless gem meant to be protected and admired and cherished at all cost. 

Buggy manages to get Mihawk's pants undone in between sloppy kisses and tries to slide her hand down the front of them, but Mihawk catches her wrist. She pulls away from her lips and presses a gentle kiss against the back of Buggy’s hand. "Don't worry about me, this is about you." 

Sigh. This really isn't fair, but Mihawk gives Buggy a gentle, reassuring smile before she leans down and begins to trail hot kisses down her neck and chest.

"Seriously, Mihawk…" Buggy mutters as Mihawk sits her up for a moment to undo her bra and toss it to the ground "I want to make you feel good too," she tells her, and Mihawk gives her another smile before pushing her back down to the mattress and continuing to cover her skin in soft kisses,

"You already are," Mihawk assures her as she peppers her chest in kisses, "I feel amazing right now." That's … That's not what Buggy meant at all and she knows that. 

Mihawk continues her journey down Buggy’s body, and Buggy is yet again surprised and sort of impressed by how patient Mihawk has been so far. She thought that Mihawk would have her face buried between her shaking thighs by now, but Buggy’s not about to say anything because she knows Mihawk will tease her mercilessly if she does.

One of Mihawk’s hands dances across Buggy’s flushed skin. Her touch is light, feathery. and fleeing, and occasionally she teases Buggy by allowing her hand to get just close enough to the spot that she needs her the most before pulling her touch away completely. Maybe this has less to do with patience and more to do with revenge. Maybe Mihawk is making Buggy suffer after Buggy made her wait for sex. Ugh, she hates her. 

(She loves her more than anything in this world)

Buggy shudders and arches her back slightly when Mihawk runs her tongue over one of her nipples. She bites her bottom lip, trying to ignore the arousal that’s dripping down her skin as Mihawk plays with her chest. She reaches up and idly plays with Mihawk’s hair, basking in the feeling of Mihawk’s warm mouth and playful tongue, as well as the soft touch of one of her hands against her chest. 

Buggy gasps softly a moment later when Mihawk sucks harshly on her nipple, and she arches her back slightly off the bed again before threading her fingers through Mihawk’s short raven hair, and pulling her close. 

Mihawk seems to find her reaction comical, of course she does, because she chuckles softly at Buggy’s reaction before showing her some mercy. She lifts her head up from her chest with a cheeky grin and gives Buggy another quick kiss. Mihawk continues her way down Buggy’s body after that, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach before moving down to her thighs.

Despite Mihawk’s earlier impatience though, she continues to tease Buggy a little. She rakes her black, well-manicured fingernails across the inside of Buggy’s thighs, causing goosebumps to form on her skin before she presses kisses all over them. At this point, Buggy’s feeling that same sense of desperation that Mihawk must have felt earlier. She wants to grab her by the hair and just…

Ugh.

Buggy’s heart races the closer Mihawk gets to her pussy and she feels a mixture of impatience and excitement fill her at that moment. She chews on her bottom lip as she stares down at Mihawk with lust filled eyes, suddenly remembering that she still has a full face of makeup on and that she’s probably messing up her lipstick if she hasn’t already, but all well.

There’s a smile on Mihawk’s face as she settles in between Buggy’s legs, “You’re shaking already.” She teases in a husky voice, and Buggy can’t help but look away after that. “And I thought I was the eager one.”

“Do you ever stop talking…?” Buggy mutters, shuddering slightly when she feels Mihawk’s warm breath against her pussy. 

“Why should I?” Mihawk asks with a small chuckle, “How will you know how beautiful you are or how divine you taste, if I stay quiet?” Oh, there’s no way in hell Buggy wouldn’t know all those things, not with how vocal Mihawk suddenly turns when she’s about to give Buggy the sloppiest head ever.  “God,” Mihawk whispers breathlessly as she leans forward and presses a kiss against Buggy’s clit, making Buggy jump slightly, “Have I ever told you that you look just as good as you taste?” Oh, there she goes again saying all that embarrassing shit, and yet… It works like a charm on Buggy. 

“Stop teasing me,” Buggy complains, and her soft whine turns into a sharp gasp when Mihawk gives her pussy one long lick. Her embarrassment grows because of course Mihawk refuses to listen to her and continues to tease her ruthlessly. Mihawk groans loudly as soon as she gets a taste of Buggy and she looks up at Buggy with the same intense look in her eyes from earlier. “Just as sweet as ever.” She moans before she buries her face into Buggy’s cunt. 

Mihawk makes sure to maintain eye contact with Buggy as she laps at her clit and pussy hungrily, but occasionally her eyes will fall shut, and Buggy can see the pleasure written all over Mihawk’s face as well as the blush that faintly spreads across her cheeks. 

It’s so embarrassing being eaten out like this, with Mihawk being so loud and vocal about how much she loves Buggy’s taste and how she can’t get enough of her. Buggy repeatedly tries to get her to shut up, but any time she tries, Mihawk chuckles at her and only grows louder. Her praises just continue to come, making Buggy whine and want to hide but there’s nowhere to go. 

Buggy throws an arm over her face, and at this point, she can’t bear to look at Mihawk anymore. The way she gazes at her is embarrassing, yet gratifying. Mihawk makes her feel so beautiful and wanted, but it comes at the price of making her painfully flustered, especially at times like this when Buggy can hear and see how much Mihawk enjoys simply giving her pleasure. 

Buggy closes her eyes as her pleasure slowly starts to consume her. Her hands wind up in Mihawk’s hair again, and she moans loudly as she grinds her cunt against Mihawk’s face slowly, unable to keep her hips still for a moment longer. 

Mihawk reaches up and grabs one of Buggy’s hands, and Buggy eagerly squeezes her hand as pleasure washes through her entire body. Buggy can feel her orgasm building up, and knows that she won’t be able to last much longer, especially with the way that Mihawk is lapping her up. “God, right there,” She says breathlessly as she raises her hips up slightly to meet Mihawk’s mouth.

“Mm, there?” 

“There, right fucking there. Oh, god.” 

Buggy’s moans grow louder and breathier the closer she gets to her orgasm. She squeezes Mihawk’s hand tightly as her hips buck forward again. It’s all too much, but at the same time, she wants Mihawk to keep going, “Faster,” she whines as her pleasure starts to consume her.

Mihawk hums and moves her tongue faster, seemingly egged on by the need to see Buggy reach her orgasm. She continues to watch her intently every step of the way, never letting up for even a second. 

Buggy reaches up with her free hand and grabs one of her breasts, squeezing it roughly as she opens her eyes again and stares down at Mihawk. She tries to watch her for as long as she can before she inevitably becomes too flustered to watch her girlfriend eat her out again. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as her orgasm builds in the pit of her gut. She’s close, so close, and lets Mihawk know by babbling out a slew of curses and poorly put together sentences. 

“Don’t stop,” Buggy whines in between sharp gasps and moans, practically begging Mihawk to keep going as she keeps her head locked in place with a firm hand. “God, Mihawk, I-” She whines as she grinds her wet cunt against her face again. 

Mihawk groans softly, and it’s then that Buggy glances down and notices that Mihawk has her hips slightly raised off the mattress and has her hand between her legs. God , Buggy thinks, feeling breathless just from looking at the sight of Mihawk touching her own pussy while she eats Buggy out alone. 

“Shit.” Mihawk hisses sharply all of a sudden, “So good,” she whines nosily,  “So, so good.” her breathless noises coupled with Buggy’s own pleasure are almost too much for Buggy to handle. She bites her lip hard as another wave of pleasure washes over her.  It seems so unfair that Mihawk won’t just let Buggy touch her, or better yet, taste her, but Buggy doesn’t have it in her to complain more right now.  

Buggy’s stomach tightens and she gasps sharply as she finally comes, “Shit, shit.” she whines out, squeezing Mihawk’s hand tightly. Her entire body goes tense for a moment, and she accidentally clamps her thighs around Mihawk’s head as her orgasm hits her. She quickly opens her shaky legs a moment later, though, and whines softly when Mihawk continues to run her tongue over her, cleaning her up and not wasting even a drop of her come.

Buggy’s legs are shaking as she closes her eyes and takes a moment to enjoy the blissful feeling washing over her body. “You’re amazing,” She murmurs to Mihawk as she strokes her head gently. Mihawk in turn, presses one last kiss against her pussy before getting up and kissing her, allowing Buggy to taste herself. 

Buggy pulls away from their kiss a moment later though, and presses her lips against Mihawk’s neck, leaving faint red spots across her skin, “Here, let me–” Buggy pants, She struggles to get her words out, but Mihawk seems to get the gist of what she’s trying to say and shakes her head. “No.” She responds without hearing Buggy out, “I’m happy just making you feel good.” But… Buggy thinks, hating how selfless Mihawk is at times. 

“That’s not–” Buggy’s words are silenced with another kiss, one that makes her pout afterwards. She really wants to make sure her girlfriend feels good, and doesn’t feel right when she’s the only one receiving pleasure because more often than not Mihawk ends up giving Buggy what she needs and doesn’t let Buggy return the favor. 

“It’s fine, I just want to take care of you.” Mihawk assures her again with a gentle peck. She reaches over and opens up their nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of lube, her harness, and a dildo, “Okay? don’t worry about me.” Buggy wants to protest, she really does, but doesn’t. She watches Mihawk put on her harness, still pouting. So stubborn, Buggy thinks a moment later as she watches Mihawk cover her cock in lube before getting comfortable between her legs again.

"You ready?" Mihawk asks softly, and Buggy whimpers, still feeling a little sensitive from her first orgasm. At the same time, though, she can’t deny that a part of her wants Mihawk to keep going. "Y-yeah, I'm ready," she murmurs, giving Mihawk a small, coy nod.

Buggy’s breath catches in her throat as Mihawk slowly sinks her cock into her. "Oh, god," She groans and quickly reaches up and threads their fingers together, squeezing Mihawk's hand tightly as she begins to start moving her hips, 

Mihawk fucks her with slow, steady thrusts, never breaking eye contact with Buggy for a moment. Her expression is soft yet focused, determined even, “Does it feel good?” She asks in a soft voice. 

Buggy nods her head quickly and hiccups out a response, “So good. It feels so, so good.” She tells Mihawk, and Mihawk gives her another affectionate smile in response, one that makes Buggy’s heartbeat soar. Buggy feels so hopelessly in love. There’s no way having someone smile so softly like that should make her feel so overwhelmed. She feels so lucky, so pretty, so loved. 

Breathy pants and moans pour out of Buggy's mouth but she's too far gone at this point to care. She just needs Mihawk as close as possible right now, she just… She lets go of Mihawk’s hand and hugs her tightly, sinking her nails into Mihawk’s broad shoulders as Mihawk slams her hips into hers. 

"Oh," Buggy whimpers, “Right there,” She says as she sinks her fingers deeper into Mihawk’s pale skin.  

Mihawk leans down and presses her lips against Buggy’s, and Buggy practically mewls into their kiss. She pulls away a moment later, turning her head to the side so she can catch her breath and, Mihawk presses her lips against her neck, sucking a bruise into her skin as she fucks her. 

Mihawk’s hips come to a slow stop before she pulls out of Buggy and flips her over. Buggy’s heart actually starts to race as her world shifts. One moment she’s looking at Mihawk and then the next, all she can see is a mountain of pillows and their headboard. Mihawk gives her a playful smack to the ass which causes Buggy to gasp, “You ass,” She hisses, but there’s no real weight to her words. 

Mihawk chuckles and gives Buggy another playful slap before she digs her nails into Buggy’s waist and starts fucking her again, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” She groans, dragging out her words as she speaks, “You have such a cute ass,” She says in between thrusts. 

Mihawk picks up her pace and shifts her hips ever so slightly, and when she finally hits Buggy's sweet spot, Buggy gasps sharply and claws at the sheets underneath them. Mihawk giggles again, “Does that feel good?” she asks again. God, more like amazing. And amazing turns into terrific when Mihawk pounds her pussy, causing moans and various profanities to fly from Buggy’s mouth.

Buggy lifts her head up a moment later and looks over her shoulder. She slowly starts moving her hips backwards, fucking herself on Mihawk’s cock, and enjoying the sight a lot more than she should. She can't seem to express just how good she's truly feeling right now. She never wants this pleasure to stop. She continues to fuck herself on Mihawk’s dick until one particularly hard trust has her practically crying from the overwhelming pleasure it causes. She stops moving her hips, letting Mihawk take over completely again and fuck her quick and rough. 

“Kiss me.” Buggy whines, breathlessly, and Mihawk obeys her order without hesitation. She leans forward and gives Buggy a soft, tender kiss that quickly grows rough and filled with tongue and leaves Buggy lightheaded. Her body is drenched in sweat and she feels another orgasm building in the pit of her stomach, “ God, I love you.” She tells Mihawk in between breathy pants, “God, I love you so much,” She babbles before she drops her head down and buries her face into one of the pillows at the top of their bed. "God, Mihawk, you're going to make me come again," She whines.

"Then come for me, my love." Mihawk orders as she reaches between Buggy's shaky legs and begins to rub her clit again.

Buggy doesn't last long after that, how could she when Mihawk's making her feel so damn good? One particularly hard hit to her g-spot has Buggy's toes curling before she's finally sent over the edge and coming with a loud moan. Her entire body is left trembling after her second orgasm for the night and she takes a moment to catch her breath. She whines softly when she feels Mihawk slowly pulling out of her, and she closes her eyes, feeling light as a feather and slightly sleepy. 

When she opens her eyes again, she finds Mihawk staring at her, patiently waiting for her to notice her, “What’s wrong?” Buggy asks in a hoarse voice. 

“Please, just a little more.” Mihawk asks, sounding like she’s damn near begging at this point, “You can go a little longer, can’t you? For me?” She asks, “Please, I just… can’t get enough.” 

“I…” Buggy replies, biting her bottom lip. She’s covered in sweat and getting tired, but Mihawk is staring at her with those big, pleading eyes of hers, and Buggy finds her almost irresistible. How could she ever say no to her?

“Please, just a little more,” Mihawk repeats, “I’ll take care of you, just…” She pauses for a moment before releasing a shaky breath, “Could you just sit on my face?” she asks as she leans forward to press a kiss against the side of Buggy’s temple. “Please, love?”   

Buggy feels like she’s going to scream. 

Buggy takes a moment to pretend to think about Mihawk’s request before nodding shyly, “...Sure,” She mutters, feeling her face heat up from just the thought of sitting on Mihawk’s face. They kiss again before quickly and quietly getting into position after Mihawk climbs out of her harness, with Mihawk lying down on the bed and Buggy climbing on top of her.

Buggy complains quietly about how embarrassing the situation is as she places her thighs on either side of Mihawk’s head. Mihawk, however, rolls her eyes, and reminds Buggy that it’s just her before grabbing her by the hips and forcing her down and onto her face. 

Buggy immediately gasps and grabs onto the headboard the moment she feels Mihawk’s tongue on her again, “Shit. Go slow…” She hisses and involuntarily tries to move away from Mihawk’s overwhelming touch, only to find herself unable to.

Buggy feels so sensitive right now, and every little flick from Mihawk’s tongue leaves her hissing sharply and squirming, but Mihawk has a tight grip on her. Anytime Buggy actually manages to move away from Mihawk’s touch, Mihawk simply pulls her back down and usually mumbles something like “Stay still.” before she continues to eat her out. It’s too much at first. Every suck, lick, and kiss leaves Buggy trembling and overwhelmed but Mihawk doesn’t stop.

Soon her arousal overpowers most of the sensitivity she was feeling and Buggy finds herself whimpering repeatedly as she grinds herself against Mihawk’s tongue as best as she can, just so she can get a little more. For the most part, though, Mihawk is completely in control and she laps Buggy up enthusiastically, moaning happily any time Buggy moans or calls out her name. 

However, it's one loud moan from Mihawk in particular that catches Buggy's attention. It’s then that Buggy looks back and notices that Mihawk is once again touching herself. Good God, she loves this shit, doesn’t she? 

(She’s not the only one.) 

Buggy swallows down a moan before she parts her lips and forces herself to speak as steadily as she can, “Let me…” She pauses as she feels another wave of pleasure wash over her, one that forces her to close her eyes and moan again. “Let me…” She tries to get Mihawk to stop and finally let Buggy take care of her, but she can't seem to get the words out. Mihawk sucks roughly on her clit before pulling away, panting. “No. Let me take care of you, damn it.”

“But...” 

“I'm fine,” Mihawk insists before she buries her face in between Buggy’s wet folds again. Buggy whines, but doesn’t make any further complaints. Instead, she finds herself watching Mihawk’s every movement as she quickly rubs her own clit. Buggy is utterly memorized by the sight and finds herself almost moving in sync with Mihawk as she sloppily rubs her cunt against Mihawk’s face.

It was already abundantly clear that Mihawk values Buggy’s pleasure over her own, but the way that Mihawk touches herself just highlights that fact even more. She rubs her own clit quickly, clearly just trying to get off as quickly as possible, but at the same time, she takes her time eating Buggy out, making sure she gets as much pleasure as possible. Buggy would feel bad for her if Mihawk wasn’t constantly moaning, and if she didn’t find the sight extremely attractive. 

Buggy grabs the headboard again, leaning her sweaty body against it as the pleasure once again becomes too much for her to handle. “Hawk... Hawkeye, I’m close.” she somehow manages to warn with some effort. The mere thought of coming on Mihawk’s face sends a shiver down Buggy’s spine and causes her to groan softly.

Mihawk moans loudly from underneath her, and Buggy takes that as a sign that Mihawk understands and that she’s close too. She sure sounds close at least. Her moans might be muffled but they’re becoming louder and louder by the moment, and Buggy notices how Mihawk’s moving her fingers faster just before she turns around and places her sweaty head against the cool surface of their headboard. 

Buggy’s thighs are shaking and aching, but she’s trying her hardest not to lose her balance as her orgasm inches closer. Hers and Mihawk’s moans are almost blending in with each other, and it’s hard to tell who’s making what noise, but it doesn’t matter at this point, it all has the same effect. They lose themselves in that intense moment, where everything seems to be just perfect. The perfect rhythm, the perfect pressure, the perfect amount of pleasure. The final blow comes when Mihawk suddenly squeaks and Buggy looks back just in time to see her girlfriend coming all over her own long fingers.

The sight combined with Mihawk’s high-pitched cry feels like a punch to the gut and leaves Buggy almost breathless. Buggy almost instantly feels a wave of intense pleasure wash over her entire body, and she grinds herself against Mihawk’s tongue sloppily a few more times before her body tenses up and she gasps, finally coming for a third time tonight

She manages to keep herself up just long enough to get from on top of Mihawk’s face before she collapses to the side of the bed, panting and shaking slightly from her latest orgasm. As Buggy tries to recover from her third orgasm of the night, Mihawk covers her in kisses and pulls her into her arms, holding her tightly, “Thank you,” She whispers to her, “I needed that so much."

“But I didn’t d–”

“You did enough. Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you too…” Buggy murmurs, giving Mihawk one last pout. She closes her eyes and is moments away from drifting off when she suddenly remembers that she has a full face of makeup on, or maybe she doesn’t. She isn’t sure how much of her makeup came off during sex, actually. She tries to get out of bed to check and remove any makeup that might remain on her face, but Mihawk clings to her like a koala, refusing to let her go. 

Eh, it probably doesn’t matter anyways. 

[the-s1lly-corner]

Damn I sent u that ask like 2 or 3 hours ago and u already did it? (The one with the Kinger angst)

Props to you ^^

But anyhoo, u mentioned that the angst thing became more of Kinger’s grief than the original one which made me curious as to what u had in mind? Sorry I know I already sent a request today and I kinda feel greedy about it

Feel free to prioritize other requests! I feel like I overstayed my welcome or more like ur inbox lol

More Kinger Angst!

i must admit, i said that rather loosely! my creative process for these posts is a little untraditional (i think, i mean it doesnt sound like something other people do but maybe im not special LMAO) but i go in these posts with vague ideas that i dont really expand until i actually down and write :0 if that makes sense ! vague to refined !! that said (grips my silly ideas) and dont feel bad about requesting too much! nothing wrong in sending in an additional request now and then, itd be different if you were spamming or swamping up the inbox (neither of which youre doing) so no harm there! uhuhuh building up off of the other main idea from the previous post that i didnt get to explore because i got caught up in the grief; kingers paranoia other post

touching up on the idea that hes constantly worried about you and the fact you might get hurt or abstract, i think there would be ups and downs with his mental health... some days hes okay, but others its like hes taken a nosedive, you know?

kinger already is shown to be a very paranoid individual but to see that getting worse? like im not sure about you guys but i personally know first hand what its like to be constantly in that sort of headspace for an extended period of time (admin note, im fine now this was years ago and it was surrounding a family members health) but it can really destroy a person

lack of sleep, constantly on edge, irritability, your tolerance for bullshit really runs into the ground, things like that. you start lashing out or you start isolating. i personally see kinger being more of the isolation type, but given that he feels the suffocating urge to keep an eye on you to make sure youre okay... its like a loop, it just keeps going and it keeps getting worse

i think if you want to see a stop, or at least a moments peace, youre going to have to slam on the breaks and try to get him to calm down. help him ground himself, reassure him, work a system for the two of you to make sure he doesnt get too caught up in his own fears.... though i will admit that im a little stumped on how exactly to help him (given that this is a lot of self projection on admins part, the thing in their life that happened only stopped because the issue itself was forced to a stop by outside means)

take him away from IHAs that are getting too intense or overstimulating, walk him over to a quieter space so he can regather himself

take him out for walks around the grounds so he can get fresh air.... or at least... the closest you guys can get in this world.. better than to be cooped up in a confined space with other people in it

just let him. be and experience things in the moment rather than letting him drown in his own thoughts. is it a long term solution? no, but he needs to have a moment to breathe, you know?

but we arent here for comfort, we're here for angst

i think sometimes he would stay by your door at night, caught between disturbing you and checking on you to make sure youre okay. its a ritual of his every night, multiple times a night he feels the overwhelming urge to make sure youre still there

i think he does this with other characters he may be close to, like gangle and ragatha (admins personal hcs).. but i think sometimes it would bleed into wanting to check in on the others every now and then

^totally not borrowed from admins day to day of needing to check on things they know are okay a dozen times a day though its usually stuff like making sure everything is locked and shit

thinks

[meera000]

Crazy smells lately

day 1

Obviously i appreciate and cherish all of my senses equally but i feel like i overlook smell the most. i think for me it's a three-way first-place tie between sight touch and sound, and then smell and taste are a two-way second-place tie. if i had to rank them that is — i've been faced with that question a maximum of two times. that being said, the first time i got covid i was like if i lose my taste and/or smell i will kms. didn't happen thank god.

anyway. committed voluntary overstimulation by going into le labo this morning. now i am back in the hotel room and i smell like their paris exclusive vanille 44 perfume and it's giving me a headache. this is just like the time last spring when i put on my usual fragrance before going out — margiela replica by the fireplace … need to try something new i fear — and it gave me such a fucking horrid headache that i had to go to bed early. i like perfume just fine. sometimes it is totally too much though. and, like, i want to understand le labo, because everyone who is cool likes it, but i must have tested out like 10 of their perfumes (8 on paper, 2 on my skin) and i did not like a single one. the only way i can describe how i feel about it was that everything smelled wrong. too strong in an industrial way. i can't come up with a better word. i walked out feeling like i was covered in soot.

and like i'm not even trying to be contrarian here!! i tried so hard to like it! it just didn't do it for me.

tomorrow i am going to go to dover street parfums market. surprisingly i have never tried out any of the cdg perfumes, ironic bc it's my favorite. looking at the brand list on the site rn. little nervous but we will see how it goes.

a couple of my friends work at the aesop downtown which is near where i work, and i should probably go visit them. but i am worried that i just won't understand again. at least i will get a discount.

day 2

hit dover street parfums market. layout was crazy imo. it was like a very clean maze. i left overstimulated … surprise !

i don't have much to say. everything looked cool but i was overwhelmed. lowkey i blacked out. i have only a couple of formulated thoughts which i will share next.

guys i think there is something wrong with me … i didn't love any of the cdg perfumes either. i did like concrete the most, and cdg2 knocked me out in a bad way, but i was just like oh my god for most of it. i don't know what's going on!! i tried out the replica perfumes they had and those were the only ones i actually liked. have i been conditioned by maison margiela to only like their fragrances?! am i going through a phase??? is it ok to not enjoy perfume?!

ugh i need to get into perfume more because i have no idea what i'm talking about. i need to be able to recognize what smells i like-- in the winter i like to be warm and in the summer i like to be fresh, but i need to learn to pinpoint specific smells. hopefully i just smell good naturally too but my biggest fear, more than rejection and being forgotten, is smelling bad and i feel that i have to wear perfume to feel some sort of control!!

now i'm all like, why does it even matter if i don't like any of these dsm perfumes? obvi i want to signal to people that i know what i'm doing -- i am a bitch who loves fashion and has a coherent style whatever, and also a deep love of external validation even tho i am also confident in myself. so it shouldn't bother me if i don't fuck with a cdg perfume because regardless i still have my shit together. i can't let the perfume wear me just because of its brand! and yet here i am like nooo what's wrong with me. i need to take a nap

dspm

[foxsoulart]

Feral mode is triggered aka Chapter 4

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The boys had returned from patrol arguing. Tension had been high the last few days and it escalated that night. A few cross words and everyone spiraled into yelling. Master Splinter couldn't stop them no matter what he tried. "Boys please-" "IF YOU HAD JUST LISTENED TO ME-" " AND WHY THE SHELL WOULD I DO THAT OH HIGH AND MIGHTY" " RAPH YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE LISTE-" "BUT DON LEO'S PLAN DIDN'T WORK ANYW-" "IT WOULD HAVE IF YOU HA-" "LEO, IT WOULDN'T HAVE"

They all paused to breathe in. Then Leo was tackled by a snarling Ali. "Ali stop! That's Leo!"

"Ah, let her he needs a few-"

"Raph she's using her claws!" Oh shell. Rushing forward they managed to get her off him; but not without getting hurt in the process. She lashed out at all of them, attacking anything that moved. Something was wrong, she was too animalistic, too savage and she had never attacked them before.

"Ali calm down its us!"

"We're not gonna hurt you!"

She hissed and spat from Splinter's hold. Thrashing as she tried to attack them. She flung her head back smacking Splinter's chin causing him to lose his hold.

"MIKEY DUCK"

Mikey hit the floor just in time as she lunged at him. "Sorry Ali" Raph murmured as he hit the back of her head with his sai's hilt. She collapsed unconscious, a snarl on her lips. "What was that?" Donnie asked as his legs gave out from shock and he sat down with a thump.

"I am not sure, but we must tend to you and your brothers first my son. As much as I hate to do so...Michaelangelo please go grab the rope, I'm afraid she can't be loose until she is in her right mind." Splinter's ears drooped at the thought of having to tie up one of his children. "Raphael can you help Leonardo get to the medbay? I will help Donatello" "Yeah, I got him"

The mood was somber as they patched everyone up. "I think...I might have an idea as to why Ali went....feral" All heads turned toward Donnie. "I think she sensed our hostility and anger, and maybe that triggered some sort of defense mechanism and I've noticed she's been hyper focused or hyperobservant the past few days plus she doesn't seem to do well with a ton of noise or things going on at once cause it would be harder for her to concentrate so our yelling may have startled her and kinda pushed her over the edge meaning she was probably overwhelmed or overstimulated or some form of that and her body's and mind's reaction to that may have been to regress into a more animalistic state and attack everything in an attempt to protect herself but I could be totally wrong I have no idea how exactly her mind works."

"And how would we fix or prevent that?" Donnie rubbed his head "I have no idea, not yelling at each other would probably be a good start. But I haven't researched enough on overstimulation to know for sure."

"So how do we get her back to normal?"

"I highly doubt simply not yelling would cut it."

"Hah, talk about an impossible task"

"Perhaps we should ask what exactly triggered it and work from there"

Donnie hmmed in agreement, hopefully she'd be back to normal when she awoke, otherwise they'd have a bigger problem on their hands.

Ali's face twitched and scrunched as she blinked awake. Shifting she noticed that she was tied to one of the pillars. Her ear flicked and she looked up at Raph. "How ya feeling?" She looked him over "Ali hurt you"

"No. That wasn't you"

"was"

"you weren't yourself-"

"was, Ali was. Ali hurt what supposed protect. Ali fault, should punish"

"No, it wasn't your fault it was ours. If we hadn't freaked you out you wouldn't have felt unsafe, so stop that kind of thinking right now." Her ears drooped "angry?"

"Not at you, let's get those ropes off" Untying her he sighed at her aversion of him like she was afraid of hurting him. "Do you know what triggered...the... aggression?" "Loud, bright, nightmare, family not safe, must protect, too much, too loud."

"Oh." He had not been expecting that knowledgeable and detailed of an answer. Great, that is alot of stuff to handle, ugh. "Well, Dad wants you to talk with him about it, he'll see what he can do to help. Donnie'll want to know too."

Quietly "okay"

Ali had been doing alot better after her talk with Splinter. And the boys now knew how to spot her warning signs and help her de-stimulate. The first and what they hoped was the last time they encountered feral mode, slipped into the past where it belonged as time wore on.

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[cattyanon]

Hello. May I ask a possibly indelicate question? If you don't want to, you don't have to answer it. I just wanted to ask you something. About autism. Don't get any ideas, but I'm writing a story right now where one of the main characters is autistic. I honestly wouldn't bother you, but there's very little information on the internet about autistic people...

Oh yeah, that's fine!

One very important thing to note is that Autism manifests in different ways from person to person. Both with the triggers and how we react to them. So this is just my experience/the best I can explain.

Speaking of explaining, that's a good place to start on examples. You see, one thing my autism does is make it hard to explain things without thinking on it first. Especially when it's on the spot. Sometimes I'll try and explain things to my mom but then fumble over my words and ask her to give me a moment while I collect my thoughts. I like to refer to it as being "wording is hard".

Another example is whenever I hear a repetitive noise. It's not bad at first but the longer it goes on the more it frusterates and drives me crazy. Like I can try to ignore it but that only works for so long before I can't take it and have to ask them to stop or walk into a different room. But the thing is while repetitive noises might annoy me, another autistic person might do it as a stim. Like tapping their foot or a table. And since I'm mentioning noise, too much noise (especially if its loud) can overstimulate me.

The reactions to said triggers can vary too. Like becoming frustrated at everything for a while, yelling at them to stop doing whatever is annoying you, extensive crying, snalping at everyone and everything, and in some cases even hurting yourself or others. When they get as extreme as the last example, that's what you call a meltdown.

So I guess having autism can be seen as someone acting out of the expected societal norm? Like if you expect someone to act one way because that's how everyone else does it (or it's expected to be how everyone else does it) but then they act a way you definitely didnt see coming.

I think a good example of "out of the societal norm" would be comfort items. If you've never heard of the term, its basically something you bring with you everywhere because it makes you feel safer and/or happy.

In fact, I once had a meltdown because my old principal took away several of my comfort items (stuffed animals in my case) out of my inside pockets (they were pretty big pockets and the stuffed animals weren't that big so the bitch was able to take multiple). And as for my reaction, I am not exaggerating at all when I say that I was going to search the ENTIRE school to find them. And while that didn't end up happening, I promise you that I was.

So whereas you might expect a teenager to just get upset and/or annoyed but except it if their stuffed animal was taken from an authority figure, I was absolutely dead set on getting them back. Although for someone else, they might just cry a lot, or maybe they'd swear a bunch, or perhaps a m.jn.vmixture. I hope this makes sense?

Honestly the whole fact theres a "societal norm" pisses me off cause it shrouds those who don't follow it as weird (derogatory) outcasts that don't fit in when in reality it's just that everyone is different. There's nothing wrong with being different, being autistic, we just are. Nobody is the same and to expect that, that everyone should fit into this societal norm, is stupid.

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Pro Hero!Mirio x Reader x Pro Hero!Tamaki

TW: Smut, Threesome, Praise, Soft Degradation, Overstimulation, Pet names, Sub/Dom implications, just a tiny bit of angst with a very happy ending.

It was always the same.

Tamaki and Mirio would work, and work, and work together, coming back every evening tired, exhausted, barely able to put a foot in front of the other as they reached towards you and each put a soft kiss on your forehead. It was supposed to be a daily ritual, the little routine they’d taken on, something that would give a taste of everything coming after; cuddles, sweet words exchanged in low whispers, less than chaste kisses, and maybe something more. The forehead peck was just an appetizer to the main course, a promise of more, and yet, it had been days since they’d felt energetic enough to lay you down on the bed and feast on you like they used to, before they got so caught up in their daily patrols and hero duties that they forgot their intimate ones.

Tamaki still shyly brushed his fingers against yours whenever he was close enough to you, and Mirio still cracked jokes in the hopes to make you smile whenever he saw you frown at the two of them, but it just wasn’t the same. Something was missing, and you needed it back.

“That’s enough,” you told them one day when they came back to your apartment together just as the kitchen clock rang twelve. Night had fallen hours earlier, and the dinner you’d made for the three of you wasn’t just cold by now; it was packed in little boxes tucked into the fridge so that the food wouldn’t go bad, which it would have if you’d left it outside a second more.

Tamaki startled and avoided your gaze, all confidence earned during his day spent doing heroics fading from his stance at the sight of your obvious anger. Mirio, on the other hand, was bolder; his strong arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you to him, concerned little wince pulling at his lips.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, as if he truly had no idea.

“S-sorry we’re late,” Tamaki muttered, an embarrassed blush creeping over his cheeks.

He took a discreet, almost quiet step towards Mirio and you and softly hooked his pinky into yours. It was a sweet, shy gesture, adorable and so characteristic of the man you loved and cherished that it made you want to forget all about your anger and simply cuddle with him until he got comfortable again.

But you wouldn’t. That would only be ignoring the problem, and you couldn’t, not anymore.

You pushed them both away, and they stumbled back, shocked by your reaction despite the fact that you were simply returning them the favor; they’d been pushing you away in other ways for weeks.

Mirio looked confused, Tamaki looked devastated.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you told them, and your voice wavered just a bit as sadness made its way inside your chest, drowning every other feeling in its wake. “It’s like I don’t even exist anymore, like you two don’t care about anything but being heroes.”

You took a deep breath, swallowing the tears that were coating your throat and making it hard to breathe.

“You never have time for me, you’re always too busy or too tired when you come home.”

Your fingers trembled as you tightened your fists. Your nails dug into your palms, but the pain helped your mind stay focused. You wouldn’t back down, not now that you had an opportunity to tell them how you felt.

Tamaki was so gentle when he pulled you into his arms that you didn’t even think of pushing him away.

“We’re sorry, angel,” he whispered. “There isn’t anything that’s more important to us than you, I promise.”

For once, his voice was firm because you knew, deep down, that it was the truth; he wouldn’t let you doubt it. And it was so easy to let yourself melt into the warmth of his embrace, the strength of his arms around you, the tenderness with which he softly stroked the shape of your spine, cherishing every inch of you that was within his reach.

Mirio joined you, catching you from behind as his arms gently wrapped around you, his chin resting on top of your head as if to accentuate the size difference between the two of you. Or maybe he just liked to have you snuggled against him, tiny little lover that he could pride himself in protecting from the rest of the world.

He kissed your hair, taking a deep breath to let the sweet scent of your shampoo fill his senses, as he often liked to do.

“We just want to be heroes you can be proud of,” he said, and Tamaki nodded.

You wanted to stay like this forever.

To lean into their embrace and never let them go.

“I know…” you muttered against Tamaki’s shirt, the words just a bit muffled by the fabric.

It was as if something shifted in the room then, and you felt Mirio smirk while his chin still rested on top of your head. It was the kind of smile that he kept secret, just a bit of mischief glinting in between his pearly, perfect white teeth, the kind of smile that was only reserved for Tamaki and you and just in very, very special times.

“If you felt lonely, princess, you should have just said so,” he whispered, lust dripping from his tone.

Slowly but surely, his hand crept over your belly, higher, higher, and higher, until he started toying with the collar of your shirt, and even then, he didn’t waste a second before sliding his fingers inside, his digits brushing against the silky skin that was hidden under the pretty lace of your bra.

“Oh, is that what you wanted, angel?” Tamaki asked, his voice uncharacteristically condescending. He loved to pamper you as if you were so weak you couldn’t do anything by yourself, not even voice your own needs. No, Tamaki knew better, and he loved to show you just how well he understood what your body wanted. His fingers were soft when they rose under your skirt to reach inside your panties, ever so slowly and yet firmly, until his digits were resting against your little nub, unmoving but still tearing a surprised yelp from your lips.

“Maybe you can tell us just what you need with that sweet little voice of yours,” he cooed, shyness all gone when he had you writhing under his touch.

“Y-you, I need you…” you breathed, grabbing the fabric of his sleeve to steady yourself as their fingers had your legs give out under you. Mirio let out a laugh at your reaction, and he was proud, triumphant when he took you from Tamaki’s arms to hold you in a bridal carry towards the bed you all shared.

“We’re going to catch up, right?” Mirio said as he laid you on the sheets, towering over you with a smile on his lips. You let out a surprised yelp when Tamaki pulled down your bra to suck at one of your nipples, fingers playing with the other. “Give you all of the attention you’ve missed these past few weeks.”

There was something menacing in his words, a dark undertone that had shivers running down your spine. Your suspicions were confirmed when he leaned towards you to lick a streak along the crook of your neck, his voice threatening when he whispered:

“And with the sweet way you just begged for us, I don’t think we’ll be able to stop even if it gets too much for you, princess. Gotta show you just how much we’ve missed having you come undone for us.”

A trail of saliva connected Tamaki’s lips with your hardened nipple when he perked up, his gaze intense as it licked at every single curve your body had to offer.

“Wanna taste you somewhere else, now,” he muttered, and Mirio let him settle between your parted legs right after throwing your panties aside. The purple-haired man licked his lips, his expression hungry, famished when he dove into your warmth, tongue so skilled as it licked, and played, and teased, delighting in the exquisite taste of you.

Mirio leaned in to kiss you, a wet, passionate kiss that was as forceful as it was sweet, and it wasn’t long before you drowned in pleasure and ecstasy under their touch, tearing a lustful moan from Tamaki’s lips that sent shivers through your whole body as it had his cold breath tickle your still sensitive clit.

“Hush baby, we’re not nearly done yet,” Mirio cooed, his strong fingers slowly caressing your cheek. “Now, be our good little slut and show us just how much you’ve been craving for our cocks.”

You knew exactly what he expected and, obedient, good girl that you were, you did exactly what he wanted from you. Your lips parted as you opened your mouth, wet little tongue nearly dripping spit on your chin, waiting for him to slide inside and let you get a taste of him.

He let out a low hiss of pleasure when he did so, gently petting your hair as if to reward you for good behavior. After tearing two other orgasms from your overstimulated body, Tamaki then took his turn sliding inside you, strong thighs holding your legs apart as his cock pushed through your walls, settling in your warmth just like Mirio had in your mouth. And then, even before he started moving, Tamaki leaned in towards you to leave a trail of soft kisses along your throat and collarbone, delighting in the fact that he had you writhing under him.

“Such a good, perfect girl,” he praised, voice low, a smile pulling at his lips.

You couldn’t reply, not when Mirio was moving inside your mouth, his cock so big on your tongue it felt like it could cut your breathing at any forceful stroke, but Tamaki didn’t mind, and his merciless fingers kept going back to your clit, stroking it restlessly until you felt like you might faint if he touched it once more.

The next time you fell down the edge of yet another orgasm, they joined you, finishing in unison as they filled you from both ends, until cum was dripping all over the sheets both from the corner of your lips and between your legs.

They let themselves fall down on the bed on each side of you, both of them taking one of your hands in theirs, gently stroking your palm with their thumb until you let out a satisfied sigh.

“I had missed that,” Mirio confessed, eyes closed as if to let the remains of the sensations he just experienced linger in his mind.

“We’ll never let you feel lonely again,” Tamaki promised, placing a soft kiss on the crook of your wrist.

“So you will make time for me, now?” you asked, hope dripping from your voice.

The three words slipped through their lips at the same time, firm, definitive:

“We will, baby.”

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step bro!itadori yuuji x f!reader

synopsis: i don’t think i even have to say this but you get stuck in a dryer and your step-brother yuuji fucks the shit out of you

t/w: 18+!!!, aged-up yuuji, stepcest, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, filming without consent, mild impact play, creampie, mild overstimulation, mild dumbification (but also reader is just dumb), mention of masturbation

w/c: 2.3k

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you were a good daughter, certainty not the sharpest or the most intelligent, but you were helpful and compliant and you always did your chores. and you truly didn’t mind helping out around the house either; sweeping the floors and doing the dishes was easy enough, but there was one task that plagued you a bit more than the rest — doing the laundry. the buttons were just so confusing, and there were so many of them! and on top of that, your short stature made it nearly impossible to empty the fresh clothing out of your top-loaded dryer. 

you were struggling with that exact issue right now, pushing onto your tip-toes as you tried to reach that last pesky sock stuck at the bottom of the dryer. your finger tips brushed over the warm fabric, just an inch short of being able to snatch it into your hand.

you wiggled your hips a little further, your feet lifting off the floor and your weight shifting so you fell deeper into the dryer. you were finally able to grasp the sock, but you were unable to push yourself back out, feet swinging wildly as you tried to squirm your way out of the machine.

“hey, what are you doing?”

your face flushed at the sound of your step-brother’s voice coming from behind you, your senses becoming suddenly aware of how far your dress was riding up your thighs. a pitiful whimper of embarrassment slid past your lips as you realized you couldn’t even pull your dress down — you needed both hands to hold you up and prevent you from falling into the dryer. 

“ah! yuuji! ...i got stuck,” you pouted shamefully, thankful that you couldn’t see his face right now.

“again? isn’t this like... the third time?” he asked it like a genuine question, but you still felt stupid for getting stuck in the same predicament multiple times.

“mhm, can you help? please?” you whined at him, still wiggling your hips in a poor attempt to free yourself.

this only made your dress slide higher, the underside of your ass cheeks becoming prominently visible against the edge of the fabric. yuuji couldn’t help himself, gabbing his phone and snapping a few secret pictures of your exposed back-side. he planned to save those for later, maybe jack off to them if he was bored, but then a different idea flooded his head — you were no position to stop him from doing whatever he wanted right now.

he propped his phone up on top of one of the various laundry baskets, starting a video recording without your knowledge. then he waltzed back over, sliding a single finger under the fabric of your dress and tracing his finger around your round ass cheek. the sensation of touch made you flinch, your mouth gaping open as you fumbled over your next word.

“y-yuuji?” you stammered, trying to move away which only caused your ass to jiggle and shake more than it already was.

“shh, i’m helping,” he murmured, stroking his finger all the way down to your thigh.

he moved his other hand over your pretty cunt, the fabric of your panties hugging perfectly against your folds. he brushed two of his fingers up your clothed slit, causing you to yelp and continue to wriggle around.

“step-brother? what are you doing?” you continued to question him, your voice light and laced with confusion.

“i’ll help you get unstuck, but you have to repay me somehow, little sister,” he clicked his tongue at you, an evil grin that you couldn’t see stretching his lips.

he continued to poke and prod at your soft, clothed pussy, his mouth salivating as he imagined the things he could do to you in this position. every brush of his fingers coaxed gasps and whimpers from your lips, your worries and protests falling on deaf ears.

“y-you’re my brother, yuuji! w-we can’t do this!” you continued to argue, but his gentle fingers were starting to feel really good — small streams of fluid flowing out of your cunt and seeping into your panties.

“it seems like you want me to,” he observed, poking his finger at the small wet spot that was forming now, “and mom and dad won’t be home until later. no one will find out”.

you felt his strong hands weave their way underneath the straps of your undergarments, swiftly pulling them down your thighs and letting them dangle from your ankles. you sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your wet cunt being exposed to the cool air, shifting your hips and filling yuuji’s head with more sinful ideas.

you couldn’t see anything (with your head still being stuck in the dryer) but you heard your brother’s own pants fall to the floor, a loud clank of his belt buckle against the tiles confirming your suspicions. everything about this felt so wrong, but at the same time, you’d always been shamefully attracted to yuuji — eyes lingering on his chiseled chest for a little too long when he walked around the house shirtless.

your head was swirling with thoughts like: would it really be that wrong if the two of you indulged in each other while no one was around? it’s not like you were actually blood related or anything.

on the other hand, yuuji had a one-track mind, and he wasn’t having any of the doubts that you were — he had a tendency to listen to his dick instead of his brain. and right now your round, plump ass was staring him in the face and begging to get fucked. how could he not take advantage of this opportunity?

he lifted his hand and gave a firm slap to your right ass check, earning a gasped yelp from you which made his dick twitch and strain. he mumbled under his breath, something along the lines of ‘i’ve always wanted to do that’ but it was kind of hard to hear from the depths of the dryer.

he’d used a reasonable amount of force, a puffy handprint forming on the surface on your skin. he decided that the other cheek should match, delivering another firm strike to the other side and watching you squirm and whimper at the impact.

he grabbed his phone and pulled it over for a few close ups, showing off the swollen skin to the camera. he then placed a finger at the front of your entrance, the puffy, slick walls sucking it in as he delivered a few warm-up strokes with his hand. the camera picked up on all the grotesque squelching noises made by his finger in your cunt, as well as the embarrassed yelps and moans leaving your lips.

now that you had two matching, swollen hand prints, and your pussy had been properly prepped, he decided he was ready for the main course. yuuji returned his phone to its spot on the laundry basket before grabbing a low stool from the corner of the room and setting it in front of the dryer so he could stand on it for easier access. his cock was red and veiny, begging for entrance into your tight cunt as he wrapped one hand around it to position himself.

you’d always imagined your step-brother’s dick to be lengthy, and your assumptions were proven correct when your felt a tight pressure in your core. his girthy size pushed and stretched at your walls, pained mewls leaking from between your teeth as you clawed at the bottom of the dryer.

yuuji let out a groan that was almost animalistic, throwing his head back and placing a firm grip on either side of your hips. the way your pitiful form was positioned on the dryer gave him excellent access, the curve of his dick allowing him to stretch you deep, reaching all the way to the spongy patch of tissue that made you feel so good.

a jumble of grotesque noises filled the room, a chorus your sloppy moans, yuuji’s pleasured grunts, and the steady slap of his hips on your ass. he’d imagined what this would be like more times than he could count — fucking himself into his fleshlight and mumbling your name while he did so. but no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment, he never expected your walls to be so tight — so perfectly snug around his cock.

“yuuji!” you repeated his name a few times, head so dazed from the overwhelming bliss that you’d forgotten all about the initial guilt you’d felt.

“see, i knew you’d like this, little sister. your big brother would never steer you wrong, would he?” he knew his words were manipulative, but god, you were much too dumb to understand or grasp the concept of manipulation — you’d just agree with him like you always do.

“no! he would never!” you whined, letting your head dip lower into the dryer so he could fuck you at an even better angle.

your messy cunt squelched and squeezed a small stream of juices down your thigh as he picked up a deeper, faster pace, your moans becoming higher and more unsteady in response. he could feel your sloppy walls fluttering and constricting against him, his fingertips digging deeper into your hips as he let out a few breathy moans.

the tip of his cock slammed into your pleasure spot with every stroke, voiding your brain of any cohesive thoughts you might have had hiding in there. you moaned and whimpered over and over, whining yuuji’s name like a mantra as drool spilled from your lips.

yuuji could almost imagine your perfectly fucked-out face — your eyes rolling into your head and your mouth hanging open lazily. he grunted at the thought, deciding that the next time he fucked you it was gonna be somewhere that he could watch your face and really enjoy the show — because there was definitely going to be a next time.

there was a tight coil forming in your stomach, building up more and more the longer that your step-brother railed himself into you from behind. you hardly even noticed how sore your hips were getting or how numb and tingly your legs were from being bent over the dryer, yuuji’s dick filling you up so well that those things became an afterthought.

after a few more pounds to your oozing cunt that hit deep enough to graze your cervix, you felt a heightened wave of pleasure begin to crash over your body. surges of the most blissful sensation you’d ever felt racked through your systems, your whines becoming borderline screams as yuuji fucked you through your orgasm.

the way your warm, messy walls fluctuated and gripped around his cock pushed him close to his own climax, but he wasn’t quite ready to be done with you yet. he continued to provide heavy, forceful thrusts, abusing your now sensitive cunt and moaning loudly as your juices squelched out around the edges of your entrance. the disgusting sounds of your fluids squeezing out around his cock nearly sent him over the edge again, but he was determined to ride this out for as long as he could.

“it’s too much!” you wailed between heavy breaths, every stroke sending jolts of overstimulation through your clit.

you wiggled and whined, legs clenching together in defense and causing your pussy to wrap even tighter around yuuji’s dick. the added pressure and increased pleasure was something he could no longer surpass, succumbing to his own orgasm just moments later.

“fuck, feels- too- fucking- good- shit,” he grunted a long string of mostly profanity, emptying his hot release into your caverns as you continued to cry out and whimper underneath him.

yuuji had fucked you even stupider than you already were, your head way too dazed for you to even realize he was filling your insides with warm, sticky semen. he milked his orgasm all the way through and then some, his cock aching and twitching by the time he finally pulled it out of your white-stuffed cunt.

he wrapped his toned arms around your waist, finally pulling you out of the dryer and attempting to stand you up. but between the lack of blood flow to your legs from being stuck, and the good fuck yuuji had just given you, your lower extremities were in no shape to hold you up. you sunk right to the floor, your messy pussy spilling everywhere and leaving puddles of fluid and semen.

“thanks for helping me get un-stuck, big brother,” you looked up at him with admiration, blissfully unaware of how he was using your utter stupidity to his advantage.

“of course, you want me to carry you to bed?” he gave you a sympathetic look, squatting down with his back to you.

you hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and climbing onto his muscular back. he carried you down the hall and into your room, laying you down and handing you an old towel for you to clean yourself up with. you were a pitiful site, hazy eyes and an ignorant smile resting on your face as yuuji admired your damaged little cunt for a few more moments before returning to the laundry room.

he grabbed his phone and ended the video, thankful that you were much to oblivious to notice that it was recording the entire time. he was definitely going to hold onto the recording for safe keeping and later use — and shit, maybe he’d even upload it to pornhub and make a quick buck too.

[cynettic]

How to Dom Genshin Men 101

Summary - Tips, tricks, and the unofficial guide of how to dominate genshin men in bed. ( Not really- just tips and a quick sneak peak )

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Albedo / Diluc / Kaeya / Childe / Kazuha / Venti /  Zhongli / Dainsleif / Scaramouche

Warnings - NSFW ( edging, overstimulation, penetration, pegging, foreplay, bondage, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, heavy dom, punishment, cunnilingus, blowjob )

A/N - “How to dominate Genshin Woman,” is up next ;)

Mentions - @clouds-rambles I saw you wanted someone to tag you for a post with Kazuha or Venti content :) sorry if it was comfort you were looking for tho- ;-;

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Kaeya needs to be told he will be fucked. That you’re going to throw him on the bed and have your way with him. With the blue headed cavalry captain, communication is the key to seducing him into your bidding. Kaeya naturally can be submissive, but he often prefers to take control, so you’ll have to keep firm with him.

Rub his thighs while you whisper into his ear all your dirty little plans. The contact will catch his attention, and he’ll grow hard at the thought of you taking control.

But be careful.

As much as Kaeya can be a bratty sub, he is equally teasing and capable of taking control again. You need to stick hard with your decision, and never falter into his words. Keep him on edge, control his orgasm, make him long for you.

“Y/n… please… I cant take it any longer.”

Kaeya in general is open to many things, so bondage and many kinks are open to him. Use them to keep him blinded in ecstasy and want, until all he can do is whine out your name.

Degrade him.

Play with his hair as he shakes for the orgasm, and pull at his locks when he tries to get off when you pull back. You need to remind him constantly that you’re in control, that he does your bidding and that your words are law.

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The room was hot, sweat dripping down your neck as you loomed over Kaeya’s toned chest. But the warmth was hardly a bother with the view in front of view, whimpers and grunts escaping the man’s lips as he clenched the white silk bedsheets.

“Y/n,” he breathed, head crushed into the bedsheets by your hand that gripped his neck. You only squeezed his throat tighter, making him flinch and unable to speak. All he could do was try to meet your uneven pace and throw his hips up in an idle attempt to orgasm.

He should’ve known better.

Because you drew up when he was close, lifting your wet dripping pussy from the slick coated juices that covered his dick. Leaving his erect and overstimulated length throbbing as he cried out. 

“I decide when you get to cum,” was your only reply, harsh and strict against his lustful desperate eyes. “I am the one in control of your needy little dick right now, so dont even try to find out what I’ll do if you do it without my permission.”

He could only nod, tears welling up in his eyes when you slammed back down on his dick. The obedient way he melted into you making you loosen the grip on his neck, slowly trailing your hand down his chest. Hand settling on his abs as you bounced on his dick, pace getting quicker. 

“Cum you slut.”

His seed filled your hole, and his hands clenched into fists as the wave of pleasure washed over him. He curled his toes at the edge of the bed, knees and thighs shaking when you sank back down on his dick. He was reduced to a mewling mess, unable to form proper words.

“You didn’t think we were done did you?”

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Quick Tip - Touch his chest, especially his nipples. He was his window exposed to the cold air after all~ its sensitive and the contact there with the one on his dick will have him trembling.

Diluc doesnt know how to be anything but dominant in his sex life. He’s unlikely ever had the chance to be at someones complete and utter mercy. In a way, he liked it like that, he likes control better than the unknown. But he trusts you, openly submitting himself to you when you ask. Cause thats all you have to do when it comes to Diluc, ask with a pouty face and a “pretty please?” And its yours.

Diluc probably got the idea that you’d be gentle with him because of your words. Maybe it was your soft expression, or just the way you patted his shoulder and told him he’d enjoy it, you promised.

But you were anything but gentle.

Actually, he’ll likely try to avoid looking at you directly because he might feel ashamed for looking so vulnerable. Scared that you might find him disgusting or revulsive in the state that he’s crying and begging for your touch.

With Diluc, praise him. 

Tell him how good he’s doing, how hot he looks all wet and hard for you. Talking about what you’re going to do to him also turns him on, stroke his dick and whisper into his ear how you’ll be pounding it in your pussy.

“So g-good… dont stop… d-dont…”

“Magic word ‘Luc,” you whispered slyly into his ear. 

“Please…” he whined almost immediately. “Please, please… p-please-”

But once you start, you’re in complete and utter control.

Unlike Kaeya, he wont be able to turn the tables on you if he feels like it. Being at someones mercy is so thrilling, and all he can do is think about how to make you tell him he’s doing good.

He’ll do everything you ask without hesitation.

A good boy just for you.

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“Sensitive,” you remarked smoothly as the pads on your fingers rubbed Diluc’s cock. You were gentle, slow and torturous as you rubbed the tip and drank in the boy’s muffled gasps and cries.

Diluc was face down on the bed, hands grasping the pillow and just about shoving it in his face. His hips bucked everytime you touched his needy dick, toes digging into the blanket to support him in any kind of way. 

You hovered over his quivering body, a smirk plastered over your face at the feeling of euphoria this gave you. Diluc was never a bottom, and it felt so good to know that it was you who was changing that.

‘He’s so cute being so submissive too…’

Ass up in the air as if begging you to suck his cock, to do anything instead of teasing him with your fingers. Adorable attempt, but if he wanted to be sucked off, he needed to vocally beg for it, plead and whine for your mouth.

You pressed another kiss against his neck, nipping at his tender red skin with your teeth. He struggled and whimpered when you didnt go any lower.

“You want something…?” You asked gently into his ear, holding back the grin when he nodded wildly.

“‘Ask for it.”’

He opened his mouth to say something, but was overcome with the sensation of your fingers sliding up and down his dick. The pillow didnt help, muffling his voice so you couldnt hear him either way. Feeling trapped, he could only thrust his hips into the strokes of your hand.

“Y/n…” he tried, stopping halfway. “I want you to… I n-need you to…”

So you helped him out a little bit.

Your hand quickly came to his neck, holding his face up above the pillow. It was grasped as if you’d choke him, but your touch was soft and gentle enough not to hurt him. “What was that?”

“Suck me…” he sputtered out, thighs trembling. “Please…”

You let go of his neck, instead trailing your body down. You left little kisses and love bites on the crevices of his back, noting how he arched his spine obediently. “Good boy,” you whispered when you got to his cock. You gave the tip a little kiss, “Good boy.”

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Get into a position with Diluc that’ll make it hard for him to escape your grip completely. He’s not used to this, so he’ll be really shifty and squirmy the entire time.

Albedo might be a little harder to go about, but it all comes down to how you phrase it. The poor boy is so obsessed with knowledge and discovering more that it really isnt that hard to persuade him with the right words. Tell him that you simply want to experiment body reactions, and that someone suggested a little something ‘different.’

Can I just start by saying that Albedo is probably one of the prettiest bottoms out there? Like the way his mouth opens to moan out your name, but then he chokes back on pleasure and now he’s just breathing really hard, eyes slitted.

During the entire process, he’ll be completely obedient to you and only you. Asking what to do so that the supposed experiment will work. 

In general he’s pretty touch craved, so even just the simplest stray of your fingers along his thigh will get him hard.

“You’re… sure this is part of the experiment?”

“Absolutely. Something wrong?”

“No… I’ve just never done this before.”

Make him sit on your lap. 

I don’t care if you’re shorter or taller than him. If you’re looking up or down to see his face, because either way its the best position to see his expressions. And the best thing about Albedo is his expressions.

You’re used to seeing his usual stoic demeanor and maybe even the slightest smile that he spares for you. But here, you get to see the pleasure that he cant hide, moaning your name and whining for more.

_-_-_-_

“Like t-this…?”

Your hand was on the soft skin of his back, fingers stroking the crevice of his spine and sending goosebumps up his spine. “Perfect,” you purred back, legs widening under the pressure of him above you. 

You could tell Albedo was desperately trying to stay in control of his face, but his body reactions gave way to his actual feelings. Face slightly tinted as he screwed his eyes shut and delved into the feeling of being inside you. His thighs shook as you grasped his hips, slamming him in and out of your pussy mercilessly.

“Y/n…”

The way he moaned your name was just as satisfactory as his dick pounding into your walls. You stroked the sensitive skin of his sides, pinching and gripping his ass. It was tender in your hands, and you rubbed the flesh as you hoisted him up and down into your hole.

“You like that?” You asked into his ear, nibbling at the exposed hollow of his neck. 

“The e-experiment?” He began, clearing his throat as if to give you a fully proper answer. 

You thrust your hips to meet his.

“Its certainly- c-certainly… I…” He pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing hard as his thighs gave away and he fully submitted into you. Into the sensation of you pumping his length into yourself. 

“Certainly what Bedo…?” You teased, satisfied with his unfinished answer. You didn’t want him to give you his hypothesis, you wanted him to tell you how good he felt, how he wanted you to fuck him harder.

One of your hands rose up to his face, harshly pushing off your shoulder. Your hand came to grip his neck, angling his face in just the ‘right’ position so you could view the ecstasy dimming his eyes. Mouth open while nothing but moans and whimpers escaped, head tilted to the side because he couldnt focus on anything but the feeling of you.

“Feels…. good…” he mumbled, hazy eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head.

Your hand on his neck tightened, and you pulled his head up higher so you could see the diamond like mark on his chest. Pressing a soft kiss to the symbol, he tensed, trying to handle the stimulation on both his dick and neck.

“Now thats the answer I wanted,” you simply said in response, thumb rubbing the sensitive spot on his collarbone. 

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Bondage and toys are also okay with Albedo as long as its for ‘research’ purposes. Seeing his expressions when he’s overstimulated would be all the more better :3

Childe would never willingly submit himself to you, never willingly let himself be submissive when it comes to sex or… anything. As you know, he is a very competitive man, so its easier if you trick him into it. Its consensual of course, Childe would never back down to a challenge, so who’s to say you can’t win for once?

Tell him you’ll be the one fucking him when you get back home.

He will laugh and tell you he’d like to see you try, the smirk on his face telling you he plans to be the one pumping into you all night anyways. 

But you slowly drive him crazy, occasionally brushing your fingers along his hip, up his thighs, ‘accidentally’ on his chest. Until his hard member is throbbing and needy, and he is easy to catch off guard when you make it back home.

He puts his stuff away, changing out of his dirty clothes. But you are prepared when he comes out in his boxers, the rope on his pull up bar undetected by him.

Yes, Childe has a pull up bar on his door, I swear thats canon-

Anyways, as he slowly paces towards you, lustful look in his eyes, you only smirk back. And its when you’ve pulled his hands into the waiting knot and pull the other two ends to secure the bindings, thats when he realizes he’s screwed up.

‘And yes I know Childe could probably break the pull up bar if he wanted to- shush shush.’

“Oh Childe… eating up your words now arent you?”

Tease him.

Degrade him and show him that you are in charge. That you are always in charge, that if you wanted, you could do anything to him. He is at your complete and utter mercy, and he can’t do anything about it.

Look him dead in the eye as the confidence fades from his face. As he can only acknowledge one thing, one thing only.

You’ve won.

_-_-_-_

“You’re holding up pretty well,” your fingers trailed alongside the side of his face, scanning his features. “Pretty determined arent we? Don’t worry, I’ll fix that up for you quick.”

“Go ahead and try,” was his only answer.

Your fingers gripped his dick firmly, positioning it over your pussy. “Oh I plan to,” you whispered sweetly in a promise. “I can’t wait to see you begging for me, your needy little dick at my complete and utter disposal.”

Before he could answer, you thrust your hips to meet his length, biting your bottom lip slightly. He was big, and a grunt left his lips as he thrust his dick up into your entrance. With a gasp, you grabbed his sides, pushing his ass into the door and flashing him a nasty stare.

“Don’t even try.”

With your hands restraining his body against the wooden door, he was left to deal with your terribly slow pace. As you slowly pumped his member in and out of your pussy, a torturous tempo that even had you yearning for more.

His face was worth it.

“Go faster…” he managed to get through his teeth, “You’re so damn slow-”

You pulled away from his member, letting it hang loose and dripping. Your hand still gripped it though, and with a long prolonged sigh, you looked up to give him a stern face. “Say that again and I’ll make sure you’ll stay stuck tied to the door, helpless and needy like the little whore you are.”

At this, his face scrunched in anger as he tried to pull away from the pull up bar. You pushed a hand to his chest, shoving him back into the door. Of course he wasnt used to being degraded and toyed around like this, but in his position, he needed to learn his place.

“So? What’ll it be?”

Stroking the tip of his cock hard in your hand, you watched as his resistance came to crumble, slow until you rubbed up and down his length. He closed his eyes ever so slightly, a whimper escaping his lips as he threw his head back against the door. You took a step closer, positioning his member right at the entrance of your pussy. You rubbed the tip of it against your clit, letting out a little whine out yourself.

“Fine…” you heard him mumble. “Please… Y/n, fuck me.”

You slowly pulled his cock closer against your hole, till only the tip was inside. “Louder.”

His eyes flashed open to give you a harsh glare, but nevertheless he had no choice but to beg. “Please,” he began, jerking when you pulled his cock into your pussy. So far that he hit his head against the wall in an act to hide his moan. “Oh god Y/n… just like that.” A whimper escaped his lips when you pumped in and out of him. “Dont stop… oh d-dont stop… fuck me… please.”

The slick sounds of squelches and Childe’s ass hitting the door filled the room. “Look at you,” you cooed, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as you looked at his half slitted eyes. “Looking so obedient now arent you? Who knew you were such a good little slut.”

Childe only mewled in response, knees threatening to give in as you thrust into his dick at a quicker pace. His thighs and legs were all but ready to give out, and it was the restraints on his wrists tying him to the pull up bar that kept him upright.

It wasnt till he was overstimulated and barely hanging onto the threads of consciousness when you spoke to him again. Untying the rope on the pull up bar and pulling him against you to bring him into the shower.

“Now now,” was what you whispered into his ear. “I want to hear it from you, who won?”

Your fingers treaded through his hair as he only managed to mumble back, “You.”

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Run. I’m not kidding, morning comes and Childe awakens with his strength back? Bro, get outta there before the mf decides to take revenge-

Kazuha is poetic and takes a gentle approach to intimacy with you. Straight out telling him you want to be in control might throw him off a bit, so its best to lure him into it. Kiss him and whisper loving words into his ear. Have him lose himself in your lips, your words, and he wont notice how you’re not not wearing clothing, and now you’re pegging him in the ass.

Like Diluc, Kazuha wants to be praised, hearing your loving words in his ear. He’s usually the poetic one, so how come you’re the one being so romantic and cute?

Whisper the haiku he read to you yesterday, and he’ll be down and ready for whatever you want.

Overall, Kazuha probably wont mind if you’re dominant in your sex life, considering that he just wants to be loved, and that the intercourse is something intimate between the two of you. Special.

“O-oh… that feels nice…”

Be aware that Kazuha has slightly heightened senses with smell and hearing, and has a general sensitivity along with his senses. So yes, he will moan a lot. Be prepared to hear his usual calm collected voice squeaking and whimpering which each thrust of your hips.

Take advantage of that, touch him, talk to him. Don’t be harsh with Kazuha though- no degradation, teasing is acceptable, but poetic verses and loving words will be his favourite.

_-_-_-_

Your hands were gentle against his hips, lifting his ass up and spreading his legs at just the right angle. Beneath you, he squirmed just a tad bit, face buried into the bedsheets as his stomach faced the bed, unable to look at you.

“You’re doing so good,” you whispered, your hands at his hips leading to his ass. You softly rubbed the flesh, squishing it in your hands and molding it to expose his needy little hole. He only mumbled something against the white silken sheets, muffled.

You drew your fingers up to your mouth, sucking on them to leave them slick and wet. Tender as you rubbed them against his hole, you slipped them in, slowly pumping in just to stretch him out. Under you, he began to clench the sheets, whimpering something and calling out your name.

Your harness was already tied around your hips and ass, ready as you positioned yourself over him, doggy style.

He jolted when even just the tip touched his tight little hole. You could see his hands shaking, face buried deeper into the mattress. You gently put a hand over his shaking one, pressing a kiss on the back of his neck. “Do you remember that Haiku you wrote me the other day?” You asked him, hoping to distract him for just a moment.

“Y-yeah…” he mumbled back, and you slowly slid the strap on farther down his ass. You felt him shiver against you, thighs trembling at the unknown feeling.

Stretching him out farther, he moaned when you got halfway through. “Mhm, me too.” Your thumb gently stroked the backside of his hand as he quivered beneath you. “It went something like this I think…” You slowly slid the strap on father down. “Sun and moon rejoice…”

He gasped, whining as you eventually did manage to shove it down his ass. His tight hole clenched at the unknown feeling, pleasurable waves rolling back at him.

“Birds of dawn sing songs anew,” you continued, beginning to thrust in and out at a gentle pace. You wished you could see the expressions he was making, the flushed look or the pleasurable one. You could imagine his eyes rolled back as he moaned into your thrusts.

You sped up.

He now tried to meet his ass along with your thrusts, trying to reach deeper and deeper until this unknown knot building up inside him would untie itself. It was uncomfortable, but it felt so good at the same time. Your words sent shivers down his spine.

“Far from home,” you stated at last. “With you.”

Kazuha hummed, clenching his bottom lip to swallow down the moans and whines. “You remembered,” was all he managed to mumble. Half pleasured, half in awe.

“Of course I did.”

Somehow, that made it all the more intimate, and Kazuha wished he could completely give himself to you. He loved you with all his heart, especially with how you made him feel so warm. So full, so happy.

You thrust faster, hands slowly drifting back to his hips so you could thrust his ass into the strap on. You could tell he was coming close with the volume of his moans, thighs shaking and hands raking up and down the beside.

“Y/n…” he cried. “Y-Y/n-”

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Kazuha can be really loud during sex, so make sure that if you’re anywhere public, or on the Crux, to somehow keep it on the quiet side- last thing you want is a grumpy Beidou. “I cOuld heAr yOu hOrny sHits all niGht.”

Venti is quite literally a bottom. Theres really not much convincing you have to do when it comes to actually getting him down on the bed and being in control. Actually, I have a feeling it would take more convincing to get him to be in control, mainly because he likes to be on the receiving end.

When it comes to Venti, despite his delicate small form, you can easily be rough with him. Degrade him and show him that compared to you, he’s nothing. All that Barbatos shit is nothing compared to you, your hand on his neck choking out all his noises and thrusting his dick into you. 

Tie him up.

Or rather, do anything you’d like to him. Venti is by no means fragile. He wants you to be rough with him, push him till he thinks he’s gonna break.

But you’re gonna have to have some hella nice aftercare prepared afterwards.

“Worship me, your god.”

“Worship you? You are nothing but my slut in bed, now get down on your knees and ‘beg.’”

Overstimulate him. Make him keep count everytime he orgasms until he can’t remember anymore. 

“How many times now…?”

“Too much… too m-much-”

Make him cry and cling onto you if you were his lifeline. Because you’re the only thing he can hold onto when you’re shoving his hips inside your pussy. You’re everything to him, he needs you.

It doesn’t take too long for Venti to actually submit himself fully to you, babbling incomprehensible words. Crying out your name, begging for you and agreeing with anything you say.

Venti can be extremely obedient.

_-_-_-_

You were enjoying the view.

Leaning back into the cushioned wooden chair, legs spread and wide as the smaller boy sat on your lap. He squirmed, hands tied in scratchy rope that kept his hands unavailable to him, leaving him bare and vulnerable to you. His chest was puffed out, nipples bright red as if begging to be sucked.

“Hurry up now,” you began, your unwavering eyes boring into his wide ones. “You were so confident before as well werent you? Telling me to worship you, Barbatos.” You just barely skimmed the skin of his back, up his neck and clenching the locks of hair. Pulling his hair back to get the full glory of his face, obedient for you. “All I see in front of me is a little slut.”

He grinds his throbbing member against you, needy while his lustful eyes peer at you through lidded lashes. “P-please…”

“Please what? Speak up.”

He fidgeted with his restrained hands, flashing a pouty look your way to see if it’d draw a reaction. It didnt. “Put my cock in your pussy,” he instead whimpered, moving his hips closer to your entrance.

You just leaned deeper against the chair, waving your hand to the side as if bored. “You want to bury your dick in my cunt? Go do it yourself then.” He glanced up, pleading eyes as he again pulled at the restraints on his arms. “Go on, I’m waiting.”

Whimpering, he tried to push his hips into you, his cock missing slightly and just pushing against your thighs. He felt so hot, the contrast of the cold air that tingled against his bare skin. His length throbbed and his chest pounded, your little touches igniting fireworks across his skin. “I ca-cant…” he sniffled, again thrusting his hips only to be meant with your thighs. 

You stayed quiet.

Your stare only made his member harder, and he was now lost in the sensation of rutting his hips into your thighs. The stimulation felt good, but not good enough to get him off. No, he wanted your pussy, your calloused hands roughly holding his hips while you drove him into you. The need drove tears to his eyes, thighs shaking with anticipation as he continued pumping feverishly against you.

“You really cant do anything without me can you?” Was your harsh reply, hand positioning his cock right in front of your entrance. Venti only mewled in response, cut off by the sharp motion of your hands on his ass thrusting into your entrance. He was now panting, head leaning against your shoulder for support as you pumped him in and out relentlessly.

“Y/n!! Its.. mm, so g-good.”

“As it should be, your dick belongs to me.”

And he just nodded, letting you take full control of the pace as he laid there and moaned. He couldn’t even manage to push his hips along with your hands to chase his release. Just submitting all sensation to you and the feeling of your walls clenching around his length.

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Make him worship you, sit down on the chair and tell him to suck all your juices dry. Degrade and tell him he’s lucky to get any taste.

Zhongli is pretty open when it comes to trying new things when it comes too sex, considering that with how long he’s lived, its probably nothing new. Nevertheless, the best way to convince Zhongli to go along with whatever you’re saying is just telling him, “Let me make you feel good love.”

Zhongli won’t be fazed by what you decide to do, no matter how kinky or odd it might be, he has no doubt seen worse somewhere else.

You don’t have to worry about being gentle with him, and he won’t really be fazed if you decide to degrade him. Of course, it doesnt turn him on as much as whispering loving words in his ear does, but he wont object either.

Very obedient.

Zhongli knows what he’s getting into, and he never goes back on his word. He says he’ll do something? He will do it.

He’s the god of contracts after all-

“Ah… so tight, just for me?”

Touch his face.

Whether its having your hands around his neck, brushing your thumb over his soft cheeks, or giving him soft forehead kisses, he’ll love it. He wants to make eye contact with you during it, always. Even if you’re the one in control, he wants to have you in his sights as he moans out your name.

_-_-_-_

You were gentle at first.

Tightening the straps on your hips, you adjusted their positioning as you climbed on the bed. The silk sheets were soft against your knees, soft on your hands as you crawled overtop of the archon. He was laying flat on his back like you’d asked, hands resting against the sheets palms up as he stared up at you. Pensive, waiting.

You went to press a kiss to his lips, one hand at the back of his neck as you bit his bottom lip. Just like you’d asked, he didnt use either one of his hands to hold you or press you tighter against him. Just melted against the rough feel of your lips against his. When you were done, you lifted yourself up to get a good look at him, satisfied with his swollen lips and breathless gasps. You held your fingers to his mouth.

“Suck.”

He was compliant, taking your digits and swirling his tongue around in expertise. Coating them in a slick layer of wetness as you pull them out. You get more of a reaction out of him when you press your fingers against his hole, slowly sliding them in. 

“Good, just like that.”

You delved in the sight of your fingers disappearing into the clenched hole of his ass. Sucking them in greedily and making a ‘pop’ when you pulled them out. 

Taking a deep breath in, he hums into the sensation of your fingers slowly filling his ass. He isn’t impatient, instead letting you take slow torturous thrusts of your fingers in and out without complaint.

It all changes when you pull them out and align the tip of the silicon strap on to his hole.

Because you were being nice earlier, coaxing him with your gentle touches and peppering him with kisses. You knew he expected you to be kind, to handle him with care with each thrust. To say that you loved him and him to say the same.

Nothing wrong with surprises.

It must’ve been a nice surprise by the looks of it, because when you fully sheathed the strap on into his ass in one stroke, his back arched, a moan escaping his lips as he now clenched the sheets. Eyes wide and mouth wide and panting, you thrust in and out without mercy, watching the strap on disappear deeply into his ass before you pulled it all out and slammed it back into him. A pattern that had his eyes rolling back and mindless sounds escaping his lips.

Your hands, gripping both sides of his thighs, propped them up on either of your shoulder. Zhongli through his dazed eyes managed to give you one confused look before you pumped the strap on right back, and the angle had him crying out your name feverishly as he curled his toes. His walls clenched tightly around the silicon, the strap on reaching so far in his ass that all he could do was moan and cry for more.

“So pretty,” you commented, another hand stroking his hard neglected member. “Just for me.”

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - For someone new or someone who hasnt actually dominated anyone in bed before, Zhongli is a perfect first option. Will provide no judgement at all, and might actually help you out if you get nervous.

Dainsleif prefers to be in control, to have full superiority when fucking you. He doesn’t see any reason for you to suddenly act like the boss, after all he respects you and would never do anything to hurt you. However, if you give him a reason to force him into submission, he’ll put up a fight, but will eventually sink down for you.

Tease him.

Dominating Dainsleif is a one time thing, which means you have to take advantage of it with all you can. Drink in all of his expressions because believe me when I say you wont see them anywhere else.

Tell him this is ‘punishment.’

When he asks what he did, don’t answer. Just grab the hems of his jacket and throw him on the bed. Strip him bare and tell him that you could list all the things he did, but you want him to think about it instead.

And he does.

He’s always the one coming home to tell you he needs a good little fuck after work. And then you’re laying on the bed while he takes out his frustrations, and you know he doesnt mean to hurt you but-

“Say it again.”

“I’m… I’m s-sorry Y/n. Please do-dont touch… mm, don’t touch m-me there- ah!!!”

“Again.”

So you do the same with him, and he lays there and takes it like a good boy. Because he deserves the punishment, at least you’ve told him that much.

Degrade him.

Overstimulate him and don’t let him orgasm, keep edging him on like Kaeya and don't allow him to have even an ounce of the release he’s craving for. After all, this is punishment, you arent giving him any rewards.

Stroke him and bring him to his orgasm, only to pull away. 

And while you edge him, whisper dirty little things in his ear. Of what you would’ve done if he wasn't being punished, how you wouldve made him feel so good. Till he was crying your name nonstop, till he couldn't walk the next morning.

Oof, better luck next time Dainsleif.

_-_-_-_

His hips bucked feverishly against your hand, the slick juices covering his dick making a squelching noise every time your palm slid up and down his length.

Dainsleif was panting, hands tied behind his back and knees tied to the bedposts as he laid there in all his vulnerability, His legs were spread wide and exposed, wet with precum just for you. 

“Y/n… please…”

You weren't sure how many times you’d heard that sentence tonight, certainly too many. And even if it was his nth time that he’d reached his climax and you didn't let him orgasm, it didn't matter. This was punishment, he wasn't supposed to like it, he was supposed to lay there and take it.

“Shut up you slut, if I want to let your pathetic little cock cum, I’ll let you.” Your thumb rubbed the tip, eliciting a gasp from him. “And if I don’t, you’ll just have to put your big boy pants on and deal with it.”

You lowered your head till your face was in line with his growing erection. As if he could sense your plans, he twitched in your grip, groaning in want, in ‘need.’ Slowly, you pressed a kiss to the tip, letting him know exactly what you planned to do.

He squeaked out in shock, or rather, as high of a squeak as he could manage. His voice was still rather deep afterall.

“If I wasnt punishing you… maybe this wouldve been my pussy instead.”

But you didn’t stop, opening up your lips to slowly suck the head of his dick. Your other two hands strokes his sides, groping and feeling around his hard length.

“If you d-do it like that… I’ll… I’ll…”

Your mouth widened to swallow more of his dick, tongue swirling around the tip as you sunk deeper into his hips. He squirmed, legs trying to thrash around but held by the restraints on his knees. Moans and whispers escaped his lips as he tried to move his arms to no avail. He was coming close, he could feel the sensation grow from the pit of his stomach, member tingling and warm as you sucked him in.

He was so close… almost there… just a little more and-

You pulled away.

Licking your lips, your hand wiped away any stray liquid on your face. 

“If I wasnt punishing you,” you began mockingly. “Maybe I would’ve let you cum.”

And Dainsleif was left to simply hit his head against the sheets, a groan of frustration escaping his lips as his throbbing member pulsed with need. 

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Blindfold him. He won’t know when or what you plan to do, and that makes it all the more arousing.

Scaramouche would never in hell allow you to top him, or anyone else for that matter. He is always in control, he is always thrusting into you as you sob for him, beg for him. Until he’s not. With Scaramouche, its simpler than you think, but it does involve the fact that you need to be strong. Physically, because Scaramouche without his hat and vision is basically useless :’)

Make him earn it.

Stay away from the short boy for a long time, tease him when you see him, and deny him any release when he wants to fuck you. He came back home from a tough day at work and wants to fuck you silly? You’re not there. He feels horny one night and tries to find you? Make yourself disappear.

He’ll grow needy.

And here ladies and gentleman, is where you strike. Because poor little Scaramouche needs you so much that he might even be willing to bow down and follow any of your commands so long as he gets a release.

And you better damn well take advantage of that.

Make him go on his two very own knees, make him ‘earn it.’ Earn the right to have you pleasure him.

“Lick my juices until thats the only thing you can taste, the only thing you’ll want to taste.”

“Yes… maam…”

“Louder.”

“Yes maam.”

“I said louder you whore.”

Degrade him, make him feel like nothing compared to you. Because just for this once, this moment, you can. 

Convince him that he is nothing without you, that he needs you to survive.

And then after that, grab his hips and thrust his dick into you. Until he lost count of how many times he’s came. Till he’s hanging onto his consciousness by a thread and is fucked silly by you.

_-_-_-_

“Fucking slut.”

You leaned into the chair, watching as Scaramouche thrust into you again and again with the help of your two hands on his hips. Eyes dazed and clouded, he could no longer focus on the details. He didn’t notice how you degraded him, how it was basically you that guided his cock in and out of your pussy. 

But he was gone, far too gone. Sensations around his body sent him on a rollercoaster, and his dick felt numb, the slightest tingle of heat climbing up his chest. He felt good, that was all that mattered in him dumbed up state.

Your hand came to caress the skin of cheek, a sickening laugh erupting from your lips as you focused on the way he stared at you. “I fucked you dumb didnt I?” You cooed, never stopping the motion of your other hand guiding him in and out of your pussy. “Fucked you so good that you cant even talk.”

He just hummed in response, lips breaking off into a moan.

“Good,” you whispered to him, pulling his head closer to rest against your shoulder. “Such a good boy for me.”

And then your hands were on his neck, squeezing slightly to alter the pitch of his moans as you lead his face down to yours. Till you pressed a kiss to his gentle lips, a once in a lifetime opportunity where you could take control of the kiss, of him. Licking his bottom lip and sliding your tongue in to rub against his. Lips parting to kiss, his dumbed out whimpers a musical melody in tune with the pace of your hands dragging his dick in and out of your overstimulated cunt. 

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Uhm…? Run? Similarly to Childe, Scaramouche aint gonna react positively in the morning. Might discard your body for seeing him in that state. Jeez… what's up with the harbingers….

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On a side note… after writing this, I kinda feel like I’ve discovered I have a choking kink… ;-;