#it's not even a day when extra stimulants would be helpful and also I was trying to ration my adderall

[rulesforthedance]

Was trying to put tomorrow's adderall in the pill container, got distracted (lol) and swallowed it instead. I'd already taken todays's adderall. Currently on two doses (30mg) of adderall and there is a swarm of bees buzzing loudly inside my head and body. And I'm a little lightheaded

[yanderestarangel]

HEADCANONS JKK | DILF!NANAMI KENTO

A/N: It was very strange writing this to the sound of "snowy", sometimes I question my musical choices for inspiration ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯

TW: afab anatomy, ftm reader, fluff, soft!dom nanami, hard!dom nanami, gentle sex, rough sex, v!sex, fingering, praise, body worship, age gap, vulnerable!kink, degradation, daddykink, eat out, mild bdsm.

♡ SFW :

He is a man so tired of the life of working and being a wizard at the same time that he just needs a release. You are his younger partner, a few years younger than the forty-year-old man. He was afraid at the beginning of the relationship because he didn't think he was as attractive as men his age, but as time went by he saw how much you loved that he was older than you, there was a charm in every dark circle cold expression on his frown that was too sexy in your eyes.

You'll also have to keep him updated on things that happen in your social circle ── he doesn't really mind but seeing you smile and talk so excitedly about a certain topic also makes him happy and much more relaxed from the daily routine. He doesn't understand half of the slang you and Gojo say when you get together, but he doesn't mind at all (just don't call him 'boomer' Satoru already does that a lot and it gets on the blonde's nerves.)

He likes to be greeted by you when he gets home. It may be a simple gesture but it fills your chest with a warm and fulfilling feeling as he kisses you on the top of your head, smelling you while an almost invisible smile appears on his tired face. "Did you behave while I was gone baby?" Nanami spoke with a hoarse and low voice, listening attentively to you about your day while smiling when he saw that at least his daily effort was worth it because it could give you a more tolerable and comfortable life. Even though he was tired, he would help you with dinner, lightly rambling about how tiring his day was and what you could do at the weekend.

If you mention that you saw something you liked in a store, Nanami will immediately write down the address and go buy what you want ── even if he works extra hours to pay all the installments, your smile is more important to him. "All for my boy right?" He would speak in a calming voice to your nerves, while his fingers tilted on your shoulder as a gesture of tender affection coming from the older man.

♡ NSFW :

The first few times you two fuck he will be a gentleman to you ── calling you "my sweet", "pretty little thing", "darling", "prince", "pretty boy"; talking about how your moans are the most beautiful thing he has heard. "Keep moaning boy... I want to hear everything from you." "What a beautiful voice you have, moan my name darling and let me hear more, say my name when you cum ok?" These would be some of the several phrases that Nanami would say while inserting two thick fingers into your swollen and wet pussy from the exaggerated stimulation he would do to your body.

He likes to eat out you, seeing you tremble and suffocate him between your soft thighs makes the blonde's cock practically cum without even entering you. He sucks your clit running his tongue in circles while his calloused hands keep your legs wide open for his warm ministrations ── Kento will whisper praises against your pussy making you shiver with each vibration welcome to your sensitive flesh. The blonde finds it cute the way you rub your hips desperately against his lips, making him place kisses on your abdomen and connect your lips, separating the kiss seconds later and looking directly into your eyes, watery with pleasure.

"Looks like you're in a hurry boy... Come on, come and ride my face, don't worry about your weight I can really handle it." Nanami moaned as he watched you obey his request and sat gently on his face ── your sweet smell and wet juices, the sound of your voice begging him 'not to stop' was like heaven to him. Nanami just wanted to make you ready for his cock.

When you reach your second orgasm of the night ─ crying and turning into a beautiful, stimulated mess for him, Nanami will finally shove his cock in your little pussy, moaning hoarsely and privately in your ear. "You can handle this, can't you little boy? You're going to cum on my dick again." Kento would groan, hands resting on the sides of your head on the mattress as he looked directly at every reaction you gave him ── from your breasts bouncing with each thrust of his hips, to the sight of your open mouth salivating and smearing your sheets, until your wet hole sucking his cock back into your throbbing heat. "Desperate to get fucked but too shy to do anything about it... my pretty little angel can't do anything but blush. Do you love my cock in you so much?" He smiled, as he accelerated his movements, intertwining your hand with his, feeling his balls hit your ass, making a slow, lazy wet noise.

However, if you want him to be rude and take out all the anger and stress on your body, Kento will do it with all the strength he has suppressed for years. Tying you with his tie and gagging your mouth with your own underwear ── you are not allowed to speak or ask for anything, at that moment you are his personal toy.

You saw Nanami's veins stand out from his forehead, neck and arms as he approached the edge of the bed, roughly opening your thighs ── your once gentle and sweet boyfriend gave way to a sadistic and cold dominator. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw your little fucked face just looking at him ── dazed and shaking, your pussy milking the air as he slapped your thigh hard, going to squeeze your breasts as you moaned against the fabric and tasted it of your own humidity. "That's what you get for being such a good boy." His voice was serious, as you watched him take the panties out of your mouth and take his cock out of his pants.

Kento would also have vulnerable!kink, meaning you will be totally naked while he will be clothed yet just taking his member out of his clothes and fucking you ── completely trapped by the weight of his body, gripping the sheets and whimpering as he pounds into your cunt, treating you like a personal cum dump. He would be rude and say the most vulgar things you had ever heard from anyone, the gentleman in him was gone with every thrust he made on your body. "You're nothing more than a pathetic cum dumpster," he hissed, his voice filled with biting contempt. "Do you like being degraded, my obedient whore?" he taunted, a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

He would fuck you to the point where you couldn't feel your legs anymore. With final painful strokes he breeds your pussy as he watches you cry his name. "shh... I got you boy, you were a good boy for daddy ok?" He spoke, returning to normal, holding your trembling body. After the rough treatment, you will be looked after like a prince by him ─ he will clean your body by giving you hot kisses on your face and offering you water. Kento would take you to the bathroom and clean up the traces of sex, while stroking your hair. "Sleep now, honey, I'll be here when you wake up." You knew he would be there like he promised.

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[slushycoookie]

Pierced Perfection ~ Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Content: Breast play and fondling, Miguel goes crazy over your nipple piercing, leg humping, MINORS DNI!

A/N: Thought about nip piercings which turned into thinking about how Miguel would react to them so here we are. Enjoy!

“Baby, can you come here for a sec?”

Miguel came into the bathroom at your call, “Yeah?” He noticed you covering up your chest with your robe and his brows lowered, “What's wrong? You okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You reassured him with a smile, “I have a surprise for you.” He gazed at you in question, watching you open your robe.

Two red stones caught his eyes, dangling from a silver ring that enclosed around your nipples. The piercing fit perfectly on your body, as if it was made for you. Miguel couldn’t stop staring at it.

“Wow. They look great.” He got closer, “When did you get them?”

“Around noon.”

You had discussed the idea a few times about getting nipple piercings. A couple of designs on the internet caught your eye and you thought it would be a good idea to get one. Your husband liked the idea as well. The two of you did research on the healing process, understanding that it could take up to 6 - 12 months for you to heal. In some people's experiences, it was much longer. Almost 2 years. You were a little worried about that, unsure how your body was going to react. But you wanted them. So you got them.

“It's just been tingling a little but it's not so bad so far.”

Miguel’s brows furrowed again, “Tingling is okay, right?”

“Yes.” You provided a pat on his shoulder for more reassurance, “The artist told me that's normal and it shouldn't take too long to go away.”

He nodded at that, eyes still going back to your exposed chest. Miguel’s hand twitching at the idea of wanting to touch them. Your breasts were one of his favorite parts of your body and you couldn't help but have a twinge of guilt at the unexpected surprise.

“I'm sorry. I should've told you when I was going to get them.” Your lips formed a pout, “So you could prepare.”

“No, it's okay.” It was his turn to reassure you with his gentle hands on your arms, “It's not the end of the world that I can't touch them-”

“Well, you can touch. Just not right now.” You clarified, “You can’t suck on them now though.”

“Oh.” Miguel took a moment before clearing his throat, “I'll be fine. I can give more attention to other parts of your body.” You smirked when his hand squeezed your ass cheek.

Miguel stayed true to his word, not providing any additional stimulation by mouth or touch while you were healing. Your man had amazing self control, even when it came to sex. He tried to stay away from making contact with your breasts. Not wanting to hurt you. If he was really feigning for them, he'd place his head between the valley of your chest. Warm tongue licking up the crevice, causing you to shiver.

You knew he truly liked them by the way he stared with fascination. Crimson eyes reflecting back at the jewelry with a semblance of similarity. How a distinct feature of him was also on you. It was a little embarrassing when he asked for a picture of your breasts. His reasoning was so he could look at them while he was at work. You were no stranger to taking pictures like that and sending it to him. But somehow your mind created a scenario of an innocent spider coming in to see your unseemingly naughty picture on display.

It was a big day when Miguel found out he could finally touch them.

You were extra careful in cleaning your piercings, knowing you were going to clean them again once your husband finished fondling. He placed you on the counter in your bathroom, your shirt pulled up above your chest. No bra as you were still trying to get used to your nipples brushing against the padding. They've been extra sensitive since the procedure. But you also haven't been touched like this for 4 months.

“Be gentle.” You warned, “I'm still a little…”

“I got you.” Miguel kissed the top of your breast. As a test, he motioned his thumb against the jewel. That simple motion causing shockwaves throughout your body. You bit your lip, already missing the feeling. He did it again with your other breast and you sighed in bliss. “You okay?”

You hummed, “Feels good.”

Miguel grinned, placing his palm against your nipple, creating a gentle circle. You gripped his shoulder to keep steady. Low moans escaping your lips from his touch. He stood in between your legs, watched you whine and whimper for him. While his hands carefully rubbed you. The large palm hitting a right spot on your nipples that made you squeeze your thighs around his waist. He silenced you with a kiss, drinking up your sounds of pleasure underneath him.

You pushed your chest against him, begging for more under his hold. Only for him to pull away, tugging against your bottom lip.

“They feel nice.” His voice low, eyes filled with lust.

You leaned forward again for more but he dodged your advances, chuckling. You purse your lips, hunger in your eyes. “Just nice?”

Miguel flicked your nipple, causing you to tremble, “Just nice.”

You wondered if you made a mistake in getting your piercings. Because your husband was very touchy. Even though he couldn't taste you yet, he loved playing with your breasts. Running his fingers over your erected nipples casually. Gently pinching them. Teasingly flicking the jewelry. He'd always ask if he could touch them, still considering himself as being a gentleman. Who loved playing with your boobs.

He was going to be ecstatic when he found out he could taste them.

You were feeling great one day. Your nipples healed up nicely after almost a year. You thought it would be the perfect time for Miguel to place his mouth on you. And you were also going to clean it later to be sure.

If he had a tail, you would see it wagging. His eyes lit up when you told him on a call he could finally place his mouth on them. Whenever he was ready to do so.

That meant now as he portaled back home, hovering over your body in bed. “Let’s go.”

“Wait a minute.” You sat up, holding in your laughter. “Don't you still have work?”

Miguel sucked his teeth, “It's not important right now.” He got on his knees, hands gripping your sides. Desperation clouding his eyes. “Let me taste.”

How could you say no to that?

You pulled up your shirt to tease but your husband demanded to take it off completely. So he could have room. Your heartbeat picked up in your chest, practically heard in your ears. Miguel licking his lips in anticipation. You closed your eyes as you felt his breath against your breast, gripping the sheets to stable yourself.

A whimper escaped when Miguel's tongue flat against your nipple. Done in a way where the tip swirled around your ring, sending sensations throughout your body.

“Finally…” He groaned while sucking on your nipple with care, “I missed this.”

A firm hand rested on your back before pulling you closer. Miguel provided extra care to your nipple, practically almost putting your entire breast in his mouth. He moaned as if he starved. Wanting to keep you there as he finally got what he was denied for almost a year.

Your whimpers turned into full out sounds of pleasure as his fingers twirled your other nipple, his nail scratching along your areola. He kept you in place, making sure you never wandered off far. Your husband was still in his suit as you felt the material against your leg. While in his pursuit of tasting you, you felt his hard cock. Hips grinding slowly against your leg. Muted groans along your breast.

“Tan bueno (So good)…” He muttered, “Sabes tanto (You taste so)…”

Miguel rutted against you, his tongue and lips taking turns messing with your nipples. His hard thrusts shook the end of the bed. Causing you to hold on to his body. Your hand deep into his curls while the other was on his shoulder. Gripping him tight as he continued. Grunting and groaning before suddenly stilling. He was cumming against your leg.

His mouth parted against your nipple as he came. Those crimson eyes rolling back in his head. And all you could do was watch. Tug against the strands of his hair to prolong his orgasm.

“You really missed them, huh?” You asked when he calmed down, his face still buried between your breasts. Panting against them. All Miguel did was nod, hugging you tight.

[futureplayboibunnie]

Aphrodesiacs Pt.8

Miguel O’Hara x fem! spidey! reader

You and Miguel O’Hara were bitten by the same spider…what could possibly happen?

*sigh* let me just feed my starving children. consider this my girl dinner to you all. fully feeding u this time. the day has finally come (in more ways than one)

NSFW AS ALWAYS (but pls extra caution on this one, i got carried away and i don’t want to spoil the surprise) 18+

also i was gonna finish this series at 10 chapters but pls lmk if u want more!

It was far too late to function. You were pulling on many mental threads as you sprawled out on your bed.Sighing into the empty, overly spacious air of your room didn't alleviate anything, you were still wearing Miguel's shirt.

The streetlights dimmed into your room, the warm glow offering nothing to help fix this crack that resided in you. Tossing and turning wasn't helping, your limbs fluctuating from rigid to limp whenever you thought about Miguel. Your sheets were hurled to the floor and your half-naked form contorted at every angle on the bed, nothing was comfortable and you couldn't sleep. Your mind buzzed awake from the lightning shooting down your thighs whenever you inhaled, his shirt was so big on you but it smelled so good, and the fact that he let you just have it.

It smelled like him, his cologne, his natural ambiance, his musk. You rubbed your naked thighs together.

You couldn't help but sigh breathlessly and throw your head back into the pillow, whining at how stimulated you were just by inhaling. For fucks sake. Since when were you this pathetic? You almost wanted to bite into your pillow out of sheer aggression. Today was a cluster fuck of emotions, your lips still felt the tingle of him, your tongue was against his enough that you could still feel him exploring when he wasn't even there. It was like a ghostly touch, tracing against the most sensitive parts of your body. You still couldn't believe that he had finally kissed you, he had finally given in to such a disastrous impulse that he so constantly warned you about. Your pussy fluttered at the fact you affected him enough to go against everything he believed in, that you meant that much to him. The pulse under your heated skin sent your body into an unshakable overdrive.

Miguel tasted like testosterone, anger, and sex. The way you were just pressed against him had slick forming between your thighs. You were so ready for him. You've always been ready for him. The way he gave you a tiny fraction of what he was going to do- what he was prepared to do...well before Peter had to cockblock you into oblivion. He was going to fuck you on the sink like an animal. Hot and Heavy. But then Miguel had to go back into his old ways.

Your throat was raw, and constantly groaning in frustration was a default setting at this point but it was getting worse and worse. You draped your forearm over your eyes, involuntarily arching your back against the mattress and spreading your legs as your stomach lurched. Your pussy would drown in his cum. That seemed to be the last straw. The canines of your teeth dug into your bottom lip at a depth that pierced the blushed tenderness of your lips, tiny holes turned into splits as blood pooled inside of your mouth and slightly dribbled to the outskirts of your mouth and chin.

“Fuck…” You winced out, more pained by the thought of Miguel leaving you unfulfilled than the pulsating of your lips bitten raw.

-

Miguel was aimless, ice doused his heated veins as he swung from building to building. He attempted to convince himself that he was in your universe for any other reason he could get, he was particularly good at lying to himself but in this case, it wasn't. The most honest thought he's had in months is knowing that he wants you.

Miguel knew where he needed to be right now. With you. He hated how he left you in the bathroom, part of him wanted to fuck you while anyone watched, just to show them who you belonged to. But he could never do that.

He groaned as he whacked through the air, his fingers smashing against his neck to get rid of the mask. He felt claustrophobic like you were subconsciously taking away his ability to breathe. It left a bitter taste in his mouth. You had steel in your spine and that only fueled the flames of desire that were lit in him long ago. The roaring fire in your eyes every time you laid into him made him hard as ever, no woman has ever been stupid enough to question him- and then there was you. At HQ you were the perfect picture of cool elegance and competence, you weren't as fun-loving as the others and nowadays Miguel felt like he had pulled that out of you. Miguel frowned at the thought. Your presence evoked an unwanted heat in his gut and a leaking cock to go with it, and he didn't even fucking like you, he just had to deal with you. But now, after all this, you were the name he'd call in the middle of the night. His entitled, needy, girl. He couldn't take two steps without Jess or Lyla gushing to him about how lovely you were

It was galling.

Maybe he could marry you. Fuck you full of his kid.

Jesus Christ.

Miguel squashed the thought with a grimace and a shake of his head. With a grunt he landed on the side of your apartment building, using his claws to dig into the brick, subtIty was never his play but in this certain situation, it was completely off the board. He had no idea what he was going to say to you or if he was going to see you at all he just needed to be near you. He wanted to see those eyes darken in pleasure again, if that's all he could get from a kiss, he couldn't even begin to wrap his head around what would happen when he was actually in you. He knew he drew near when the scent of you clouded his brain, he quickly hung from the side of the building until he got to a large window, it was cracked open slightly. Windswept hair made tufts of his hair impair his vision, Miguel peeked his face to get a glance at the window it was your bedroom window.

You were sat on the edge of the bed, sweet face buried in your hands, hair tumbling down your shoulders, contemplating something for a second before standing up.

He could smell how wet you were. Maybe one day he could pour wine all over you, cum on you and then taste it off your sweet body.

He bit the bullet. He raised a pointer finger and tapped his talon on the glass. The moonlight outside kissed your face perfectly, but he did notice some red around your lips- he didn't know what it was.

His mouth dried as his gawk fell to what you were wearing- you were still wearing his shirt. Fuck

You hummed in irritation, thinking your sex-filled mind was making you hear things. Your heart sank at the wave of shock when your gaze accidentally flitted to your window. Then you saw it. Your tongue ground into your jaw, waves of shock reaching every corner of your already fire-tinged body- but now every single cell was about to sizzle into thin air. All this time, it felt like you were both dancing with your hands tied. Your pulse pounded in your ears when you saw him, eyes wide and concerned but ultimately fucking elated. It was like God answered your prayers just this once. You stood up from sitting, a random burst of adrenaline licking at your knuckles, you were practically shaking and Miguel was more than happy with that.

The sight of Miguel's face could make you cream: that black hair, olive skin, taut muscles, and brooding attitude made for complete devastation in a spider suit. You watched like a dumbfounded idiot as Miguel pried the window open and crawled through, he wormed into your room and stood up tall just taking a beat to drink you in.

Damn.

He thought you looked fucking incredible in a bikini, but here you were, standing there with a vacant doe-eyed look wearing nothing but his shirt. He doesn't think he's ever been this aroused just looking at someone.

Miguel raised an eyebrow to see blood on your lips, trailing a little down to your chin as you blinked up at him. He inched closer and raised his hand, his fingers slightly cupping your chin to meet his scorching, worried gaze.

“What happened here?” He asked softly, his breath was warm and honeyed, a stark contrast to the Miguel you've always known. That cool bleak demeanour cracked for a split second.

“You.” Leaning into his touch proved to be easy, you melted into his fingertips, lips parted and eyes needy as the man you've been fantasizing about for so long was touching you again, but it felt more meaningful than the last. Miguel's eyes were the clearest you've ever seen, a tinge of red gleaming against the burgundy of the outer rim. The way you uttered that word sent a shudder spiraling through him, you were both affecting each other so much- that first kiss only fueled the ever-increasing wildfire.

“What are you doing to me…?” Miguel whispered. He was asking himself that question too: what were you doing to him? He's driven himself crazy, utterly mad over this dance of death he called morality and ethics. You were holding your breath, scared that if you gave into the natural urge to breathe, you'd moan out his name.

“You never finished telling me all the things you wanted to do to me.”

“If I told you all of the things I wanted to do to you...we'd be sitting here all weekend talking and then I'll never be able to show you exactly what's been running through my head every hour of every day, the reason why I can’t sleep, why I can’t fuck my fist without thinking of you.” Miguel inched closer and cupped your face with both hands, smoothing out your soft skin, your palms fell onto his hands too.Just touching each other softly. Miguel was still afraid. He was afraid of hurting you, and losing himself, he's already not in control when it comes to you. You sighed out at his vulgar words and you were ready to get on your knees.

You stood in silence, gawking at each other intensely. You scoffed to yourself, teeth clamping onto your bottom lip as the corners of your mouth upturned to a smirk.

“That would be quite inconvenient.”

“Yes, it would carinõ.” Miguel hummed lowly, definitely understanding the effect the pet name had on you. Miguel thought your snarkiness would be the death of him by now but here you are, being so compliant. His thumb toyed with your bottom lip, teasing it into your mouth. Your eyes grew wider as his thumb massaged your tongue For easier access, you just stuck your tongue out, licking and sucking on it every so often. He had dreamed about this day but he never fully thought what it would really be like once he gave in.

Miguel's pretty features were locked in a state of vacant yet concentrated drunken smugness. Anger played at his brows, creasing the olive skin around it, his stare was piercing, looking at you as if you were both a diety that needed to be worshipped and a dirty slut that was begging to be pounded- he sighed at the thought, he was beginning to slowly lean in. Your free hand went to the fangs that he was baring, your fingers prodded at the sharp point, slurring completely drunk off of his presence.

“These are spikey...I love it.”

“This is so wrong.” He muttered against your lips, feeling the explicable sensation of hot and heavy lust sparking between your lip.

“Tell me how wrong it is then.” You nipped at his bottom lip, making his eyes flutter closed.

That was it.

A sickening crunch ripped inside of him.

A chain loose of its hinges.

His muscles coiled inside of him, reaching their apex, and now his restraint was seeping between his fingers until there was nothing left in his hands...except you.

Shock, hope, fear, elation, and uncertainty all mingled together on his face until they were indistinguishable from each other. He blinked for a second and then his eyes mixed both black and red, midnight specks in the violent pool of red. He was angry and so hard. Frustration overrode his guilty conscious. Fury carved harsh lines across Miguel's face, hardening his jaw and turning his cheekbones into slashes of tension by the moonlight. His eyes simmered with a slow-burning desire, the type that snuck up and annihilated him before he knew it.

Miguel had always been intimidating, but at that moment, he looked like the devil himself had left hell to exact his retribution. Arousal leaked out of you at that look. The air sharped with dense tension and desire, enough that it finally yanked him out of his frozen stupor. Time suspended for a brief, agonizing moment, just long enough for your breath to become his.

Miguel yanked your arm away from him and curled it behind your back, your soft gasp making drool form at the back of his throat. His other hand gripped your chin and at that moment he saw thunder in your eyes. “I'd rather fuck you instead.” Uncertainty evaporated from his voice, leaving nothing but satin and smoke in its wake.

His mouth shattered against yours, finding its rightful place in your mouth. Home. You thought his last kiss was good, but this was ferocity at its most unhinged. You had succumbed to the skillful assault on your senses.

Your body was molded to his, all hard muscles under the holographic suit. Your mouth was like a pure shot of heroin- the forbidden fruit that he was restraining himself for was now all his to devour, his to savor. The first kiss was passionate but impulsive. This... was sticky and wet, saliva mingling with saliva, this was primal and addicting. Miguel's worries melted into nothing, for now, he was fucking delighted that your body instinctively curved against his, seeking more contact like a horny virgin. His lips left yours to breathe, a rough calloused breath shot out of his throat, as his mouth fell to your jaw, kissing and sucking so fucking hard, desperate to mark you.

“Miguel…” You moaned out in failed protest, the word rolled like heaven off of your tongue. You were made to moan his name.

“I'm going to wreck this tight cunt..”

“Listen, listen...I'm bad. I'm a bad girl. Now I'm making you bad..” You whispered in his ear, yelping a little when he bit down hard on the skin of your jaw. You felt the indents of his teeth.

“Carinõ...I'm not a good man, you know that.” His eyes wildly found yours again, his face hardening like granite, his steely resolve thrumming in the air around you.

You begged to differ, but you didn't want to think about that right now.

Miguel shoved you on the bed, manhandling you by being completely careless of where you landed.

“Miguel!” You whined like a kicked bitch in heat, it felt so humid in your room, you scrambled to get your- well, his- top off. Miguel stood up straight and gawked at you from the foot of your bed, waiting like a hungry predator. You discarded the shirt so you were completely naked on your bed, shining and glimmering in the pale moonlight, skin as soft as fresh silk. Your chest rose and fell with every rapid breath, Miguel's eyes were clouded in the dark hellfire that is desperation when you spread your legs. You propped yourself up on your elbows, tilting your chin down to glare at him with impossibly sizzling fuck me eyes. Miguel's heartbeat pummeled to the tip of his leaking cock at the sight of you in such an impossibly filthy position- free for him to use, fuck and bite however he pleases. He glanced at your hands and your fingers were ripping up the sheets under you, spotlighting the tension and swirling heat in your cunt. He was like a kid in a candy store, your pussy was leaking, the clear sticky liquid running down your thighs.

“Every time you speak, this is what happens.” Your tone was dead serious and the expression on your face was stony- you were definitely not toying with him now. You were just too eager for that.

Miguel's eye twitched. Without warning, he grabbed your ankles and pulled them to the edge of the bed, you gasped softly when you felt your legs dangle out, Miguel was between your thighs, glaring down at you with a demanding instinct.

“Sit up straight.” He ordered coldly, you felt a new wave of wetness form between your folds at his words.

You did what you were told, eyes piercing against his, challenging each other but it was obvious who had the upper hand.

Oh…the things Miguel could do to you in this position. The things he wanted to do, x-rated scenarios reeled through his head. You blinked up at him with doe eyes, wide and needy. His needy, desperate girl. A hint of a wicked smile played on his lips. Miguel smashed a few buttons on his watch and his holographic suit disintegrated off. Your eyes scanned his golden olive skin, his body was sculpted with such perfection you expected to find Michelagelo's signature embossed on his V-line. Broad shoulders. Muscled chest. A faint dusting of black hair that tapered down to…

Oh fuck.

His cock was staring at you right in the face, jutting out, huge and hard- 11 inches for sure at least. It curved to the side, a thick vein bulging out of the underside, an angry red tip leaking pre-cum. The mere idea sent twin frissons of apprehension and anticipation spiraling down the deepest pit of your stomach. You gawked blankly at his dick, mouth open wide and eyes outspread. It felt like you'd never even seen one before. Well, you had never seen his before.

That fucking face, that gape. He was going to frame it in his office and fuck his fist under the desk staring at it.

There was no way he'd fit. It would be impossible.

“Oh my…God.” You mumbled under your breath

When you finally dragged your gaze back up to his, Miguel's eyes were already laser-focused on you, dark and smoldering with a banked heat that you were sure could crumble you to dust. His hand gripped your cheeks, ensuring that your eyes were on him without hesitation. Miguel smiled crookedly when he spotted the slivers of saliva hanging from your bottom lip, quite literally drooling over his cock absentmindedly. He loved how dumb he’s got you already.

"Aww querida...I always seem to think about my own suffering, yet I neglect yours the most.” His tone had slivers of mockery in it, and tears pricked in your eyes.

“Yes. You do. So just fuck me already.” You scowled, pretty eyebrows tensing and creasing when he planned on stretching out such a momentous occasion. If anything it should be you punishing him for the amount of times he had denied you of the very thing that kept your soul alive.

Hypocritical son of a bitch.

Miguel harshly let go of your face and slapped your cheek with his dick, your face whipped to the side due to the sheer force of such an obscene thing- he definitely caught your attention now, undermining his authority never sat well and it regurgitated back onto you tenfold. You blinked up at him, the surprise hitting you like a brick and making you choke out the breath you forgot you were holding, your cheek heated red as the stickiness smeared slightly. You were about to internally combust, for such vulgarity to feel that good.

"All you do is fucking talk.” Miguel snarled at you gruffly, the force behind it sounded very real.

“I'm prepping you, getting you all wet so you can at least take about half of me.” You wanted to kick him in the face and make his fangs stick into the walls of his gums and snap them. He really thought you wouldn't be able to take him? Well, a few minutes ago you thought it would be quite frankly impossible to take his sheer size but now since he doubted you...you thought otherwise, wildly determined didn't even begin to cover it.

You cocked a condescending eyebrow at his incredibly smug statement. “I'm wet enough! We were practically designed to fuck each o-!“

Miguel cut you off, waiting for the opportunity when your mouth was wide enough to just shove his cock in. And he did just that. He grinned and let out a low rumbling chuckle at your pathetic and dumb demeanor, who knew a woman who viewed herself so highly could end up being so damn bendy for someone else. Your eyes pricked glassy mirrorball tears, he almost saw his own smug reflection in them, that beautiful surprised look on your face needed to be painted and sold for millions. Your mouth was so warm, so wet, bucketfuls of spit spilling on his cock as you sucked, glaring him right in the pupils of his midnight rings. Miguel's lips flipped to a pretty smile as he watched you struggle to take him all. Your tongue was flat on his tip but what was really jarring was the barely there touches you'd flick onto the sensitive slit, causing him to be unable to repress his animalistic grunt. He could've cum right then and there just from how your mouth felt alone, but he had to endure- he couldn't be known for lasting 5 seconds.

“Yes, we were. You're exactly right.” He gritted through his grinding jaw.

This was exactly what you dreamed of, the spark that lit the flames of desire that licked at the very essence of your soul. It just felt so right. He was so thick and he tasted so good, his natural musk clouded your nostrils, and your throat flexed to take him that much more. One more jerk and he was sure he was going to cum.

Woah, easy. Easy.

Miguel's eyes shot open as you hummed around him appreciatively.

He really thought you couldn't do it. You'd show him that he meant jack shit. There was something so heady about the idea of making a man like Miguel fall to your mercy. You could either bring him over the edge or keep him there forever.

You slid him down your throat a little more. He put his fist in your hair to jerk your head around but you scratched and slapped them away earning nothing but a breathless, accusing scoff from him.

“You'll choke.” It was a half-assed warning and a half-assed patronizing joke. A hint of wariness crept into his voice when you finally gripped the base of his cock with two hands. The sensation tinged his nerve endings in heat, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth.

You didn't care, your eyes tangled with his as if you were saying ‘You think I can't? Watch me.’ You slid him all down your throat, hitting the very back of it. You whimpered tasting the salty sweetness before you swirled your tongue from side to side, bobbing your head up and down, suckling softly at first before fucking him hard with your tongue. Jesus Christ, his mind was exploding with static heat- he was trying to conceal his chest from heaving but he couldn't.

Fuck.

This was most definitely the best blowjob he's ever had, you had this twist-and-jerk technique that was truly remarkable. Miguel raised his eyebrow, dumbfounded by your skill but then a wicked smile slashed through that.

What a pretty little slut. His pretty little slut.

“You feel so good. You're...fuck. You're fucking perfect for me...” Miguel moaned drunkenly, unable to control his lips from moving. He's never been this sensitive before, every barely there touch elicited a new wave of pleasure. Pain and pleasure blurred into one at this point. The compliment made you wetter if that was even a possibility.

“I'm gonna...Mierda...g'na...I'm gn'a cum.” He could barely string together a sentence, a coil snapped inside of him, the coil that has been tightening ever since he met you.

Miguel pulled his cock out of your mouth and jerked himself off, cumming on your chest, creating a pearl necklace with his hot salty cum, dripping all down your tits to your stomach. His face creased into a desperate wince as he groaned from the deep chasms of his gut, a rumble as he released all over you. Your gasp was helpless and he wanted to hear that specific sound all night, it turned into his favorite music. This was the most gratifying and fulfilling orgasm he's ever had. He opened his eyes after they screwed shut, peeking through to see the mess he made on his fist and your body...and there you were looking like a sculpture, something akin to a Greek goddess, leaning back slightly, hair touselled and messy, skin glowing. He could finish again at the sight alone. His sex drive was insatiable.

“Still think I'm in need of prepping?” You chided, embarrassingly pleased with yourself at proving him wrong.

You didn't have any time to lose, your mouth was wrapped around him again.

You retracted a hand from the base of his leaking cock and let them slide down your thighs before your nimble fingers edged to your hot cunt. Your index finger found your swollen clit, rubbing it for a single second, feeling a small fraction of delicious pain before his glare caught you red-handed. Miguel's blood reared at the blurry sight, he gripped your hair again with his white hot fist and pulled you off of his cock, drooling-invisible strings of cum and spit connecting you together. He took a moment to admire you at your most beautiful, heated cheeks, swollen pink lips dribbling into a lazy smile

Miguel grew indignant in a matter of nanoseconds.

“No. Don't you dare think about touching. You've done more than enough yourself.” He grunted like a boar. He used your hair like a leash and threw you back flat on the bed, breasts bouncing at the action. You pouted as he crawled on top of you, his heavy weight being a welcome invite to your body, his cock slapped against your stomach and you could feel his skin turn wet due to your drenched mound. “I said don't give me that look.” He said seethingly. The feeling of his skin on yours was making you intensely needy. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking yourself in your new favorite position: under him.

“Please...Miguel. I need you, I'm desperate for you, I'm tired of waiting for you, I've been ready for you for so long…” A desperate plea ripped away from your throat in a choked sob. Miguel had never seen your eyes emanate such honesty and sincerity, glowing in the pale moonlight- you weren't making a glib or clippy joke about this. It was as honest as you could get.

Miguel's eyes darkened as your words fell on his ears, slurring at your incessant whining. “Mi nina necesitada…” He hummed under his breath. “So cockdrunk already?”

You had been dying to let him roam your body freely, doing whatever he pleased, a breathy moan escaped from your parted lips when his apathetic hand traced the curves of your body, goosebumps strangely patterning your heated skin. Miguel crashed his lips against yours again, his fangs snagging against your mouth and his teeth clinking against yours. It was messy and sloppy, spit against spit, tongue against tongue. His hands palmed your tits, feeling them before his talons pinched and rolled your already-sensitive nipples. Pulling and playing with them, snarling and grinning crookedly against your lips as he swallowed your moans.

“I'm gonna cum..” You breathed softly but Miguel was not having it. “Miguel...if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum.” You warned him but it landed on deaf ears.

"You're gonna cum on my cock.” He corrected you unkindly before chuckling lowly. “My sweet sensitive cunt.”

Before you knew it, Miguel gritted his teeth, you didn't have time to do anything more than gasp before his length slid into you so easily, hitting that spot that made him realize you were right: you were designed to fit each other, designed to fuck each other

“Fuck...Oh my god...” You moaned out loudly.

He filled you up to the hilt with only one thrust. You only had a few seconds to adust before one hand was on your neck and the other gripped your hip and slammed you up and down on his cock, hard, while he drove down inside of you. Each thrust was more brutal than the last, you were getting embarrassed at the whines and moans, and attempting to conceal them with your fist wasn't helpful either. You threw your head back into the mattress, exposing more skin on your neck for his palm to grip.

“Be loud. Let me hear you.” He demanded coolly, his steely resolve shattering just from watching your swollen lips turn into a full-blown gape. You gave in to his instruction and let yourself moan without shame. Miguel manhandled you and threw you about sloppily again and again, harder and faster until your knees buckled.

His fangs ground together, threatening to shatter the pearly whites he was known for as he watched your body contort. Fuck, you looked so beautiful. He saw his cock bulge under the skin of your stomach and it was just another lightning bolt that was the thunderstorm between you two. You whined when he grabbed your knees and pushed them into your chest, smooshing your breasts together, allowing him better access to pump you full.

Miguel knew you were on birth control but he couldn't help but feel disappointed about it. He disguised it as a throwaway thought

“You can't even begin to understand how bad I've wanted you.” Your tongue slipped out, reiterating the same thing as always: your desperation.

“Tell me I'm the best you ever had.” He growled brutally, staring down at you, watching your hair nuzzle into the pillow. Your nails dug crescents into his back, probably enough to draw blood if you angled it another way.

"You're the best I've ever had!” You screamed back, begging to finish. “Please...you're the best I've ever had.” You cried out, eyes welling up with tears, streaking down your warm face making Miguel even more aroused. Miguel felt so dirty and depraved, but that's the kind of man he was. He wasn't a good man at all.

You clung onto him for dear life as he rutted in and out violently, you threw your head back into the pillow, his talons were sure to leave indents on your neck, and you drooled at the idea. Your body felt nothing more than a mass of sensation and nerve as you matched his rhythm and grinding your swollen clit up against him: like you were made for each other. It was like you were sucking the soul out of him.

“You need to get used to being fucked like this because I'm not leaving you alone for the entire weekend Hermosa.” Miguel declared with a snarl and it felt like the world was tipped on its axis. “My pretty little cumslut, eh?”

That's all it took.

One promise.

One last final rub of your clit.

Your mouth fell open to a silent scream, but then Miguel glared at you- instructing you to be loud. So you did. Your pussy gushed onto him and your throat ripped out a pornographic moan, the sound echoed into every nook and cranny of your being- it was an out-of-body experience, both a complete cleansing and a complete dirtying of the person you've become. You've never cum that hard, ever. It was so powerful and all-consuming that it drowned out every sound other than Miguel's heavy breathing. He was still pounding into you, chasing his second release of the night. His dick twitched when he saw your face look so blissed out, stars burst behind his eyes as his dick pulsated. Miguel threw his head back and spurted inside of you, before pulling out, spurting again, and then plugging his dick back in.

You were both panting messes, sweat rolling off of your skin as if you had just finished a marathon. Your faces were inches away from each other, gawking at each other vacantly, eyes wide and glittering with that after-sex aura. Silence clawed into the atmosphere, all you could do was stare at each other, silently saying ‘I can't believe we just did that’

Miguel leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your lips. “I meant what I said. I'm not letting you leave” The contrast between his gentle kiss and his filthy words made you feel limp.

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i feel like this was lowkey self serve bc all i want to do is give miguel head LOL .

i also just have to say another thank u to all the people who love this series! i’m so overwhelmed by the idea that you guys like the way i write miguel. thank u so much! i love u

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[yandere-sins]

Do you think the miya twins would ever "mess around" with their darling at the same time? Ik they usually don't touch her like that unless they have her to themselves. Idk, I think it'd be fun to have the two crazies fighting over her as they have sex.

Oh yeah, totally!

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

Osamu is gracious, almost lenient. He knows Atsumu needs his alone time with you after a hard day of training, to celebrate his victory, or to just shut him up for a while. Having you bounce on his cock until he's satisfied is sure to knock Atsumu out for a while, as he'll be sleeping like a baby after a good fuck. And, to be honest, Osamu doesn't always want to deal with his brother's whining because you moaned the "wrong" name or because you've been kissing Osamu for too long. He just wants to be concentrating on your and his pleasure, knowing his brother can get off just fine by slamming into you but Osamu likes taking his sweet time. Also, Osamu is fully aware that his presence and extra stimulation could overwhelm you (although he enjoys that).

Regardless, that means he'll be the one to back off 7 out of 10 times, whisking you away after Atsumu is done for some fun in the bathtub and to help clean you up. Or he enjoys the rare time he has alone with you, bending you over the kitchen counter or taking you into the twin's room for somewhere more comfortable. There's also the delayed gratification in listening to your moans coming from the other room while he's cooking, his cock throbbing and waiting for his own chance of release that Osamu so likes. And he really likes being the one to pick up the you in pieces that Atsumu leaves behind, making sure you know he's the one to rely on in this weird relationship.

But there are times it can't be helped. I mean, look at you; how can anyone resist you?!

Surely not those two!

It's mostly when Osamu and you are getting frisky, and Atsumu comes home too early and catches you. He really has no shame, and there will be an unoccupied spot he can squeeze himself into. There's so much excitement in his eyes when he sees you, already hot and heavy, dazed, crying, or otherwise deliciously pleasured, and he can't help himself from asking you if you're enjoying his brother's dick and if you want to feel even better. He'll be so vocal about how pretty you are and how well you are taking Osamu's cock. How you'll be able to fit one more and take Atsumu as well, looking absolutely brilliant like this. If your mouth isn't occupied, Atsumu will make you tell him all about how you're feeling, asking you to say where his brother is making you feel good and apply some more stimulation that Osamu might have missed. Atsumu is always a little rougher with you, but he knows where to twist and pull to make your back arch, and he's the best when it comes to praising and degrading you, depending on what you need at that moment. And he knows. He always knows where you're itching to be touched, and if not, he'll make you tell him, kiss you feverishly when you speak up, and do everything you need him to do.

The twins might nag a bit at each other, but you know better than anyone that their teamwork is dreamwork. If they get together, you'll be drowning in pleasure until you no longer feel like the trapped darling you are. They'll make you feel like you belong. Like you are their lover and as if you want to be their bitch, chasing just one more height. The two of them are as addicting and devastating as drugs, but you'll never find anyone who knows your body better. Who's touch will make you cry from joy and who controls you from your thoughts to your orgasm, allowing you to let go of any worry or fear.

Although more rare, there are also times when Osamu joins you and Atsumu. Interestingly, Atsumu does give out an invitation every time Osamu walks in on you and his brother cock-deep inside you. It might be a jest, but Atsumu is unpredictable and mischievous in that way, and Osamu, too, can't resist his pretty darling, writhing and moaning in front of him, desperately in need of his attention. (It's what he tells himself, at least.) Sometimes, it's enough to watch you and his brother go at it as he jerks himself off, but on the very good days, Osamu will do anything to worship you, putting your pleasure before his, especially after seeing his brother rough you up. Isn't it nice of him to kiss all those bites and scratches? Osamu's hands can be so amazing as they dance across your skin, leaving trails of his touch from one hickey to another that make you gasp while his palms almost seem to burn when they settle. You'll want to nod and confirm any of his questions because you know he'll treat you to mind-breaking stimulation when you do. Of course you'll suck his fingers, push out your tongue for him and let him play with your hair as he rearranges you into new positions, making you feel things even deeper to the point both you and Atsumu are trembling and moaning.

Having the full attention of one twin can be exhausting or quite one-sided. But once you have both, you'll start to forget that you never wanted any of this.

Because in those moments, you'll only want more.

[ericshoney]

Sensory overload ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: Your day doesn't go as planned, which Nick, Matt and Chris help you through.

Warnings: possible swearing, shouting, crying, kicking, punching, nicknames, reader is ADHD and autistic, fluff ending

Reader's age: 6

a/n: I know everyone with ADHD and autism don't show behaviour like this when over stimulated/having a sensory overload, but this is how the reader deals with it at her age.

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It had started on Monday morning.

You weren't feeling the best after having all weekend with Nick, Matt and Chris, knowing after having a fun weekend with them, you had to go school, but they promised they would be home when you finished and would do something fun.

So as you went to school, you weren't the happiest. When you got to school, you saw your best friend wasn't in either, so that made you feel worse and then to top it all off, your teacher wasn't in, meaning you had a substitute who you didn't know and upset your routine.

The teacher, whose name you didn't care to learn, planned fun stuff. Which for most kids your age was awesome, but you didn't like surprise activities that didn't follow routine or you didn't have time to process. This also meant the classroom was very loud, something else you didn't like.

So by the time you were picked up by your mum, you were already overstimulated, since you didn't have any of your stim toys. You got in the car and your mum saw your sad face.

"Oh honey, what's wrong?" She asked.

"Bad day." You mumbled.

She frowned as you started tapping your fingers on the seat. She knew what she was about to say too would upset you.

"Honey, I can tell it's been a bad day and if you want to talk about it you know you can, but if you don't want to right now that's okay. But when you get home, Nick, Matt and Chris won't be there straight away." She began saying.

"What! But they promised!" You shouted, kicking your feet against the seat. Luckily it was the passenger seat.

"Sweetheart calm down please. I know they promised, but they went to the store with your dad." She explained.

"They thought they would have been home when you got there." She added.

You whined and pulled at your hair, everything had seemed to fall apart today. Your routine was messed up, you didn't have your stim toys and your brothers wouldn't be home when you got there.

Your mum soon pulled in the driveway, letting you out of the car. You then ran inside and to your room, throwing things around. MaryLou sighed as she brought your bag in, placing it on the sofa.

Ten minutes later, your dad and brothers came home, each greeting your mum cheerfully.

"Where is she?" Nick asked, noticing you not around.

"Crying in her room." She answered.

"Why, what happened?" Matt asked.

"Bad day at school, she hasn't said what happened, I also told her you wouldn't be here straight away, she started kicking in the car." She replied.

Nick, Matt and Chris came up to your room, seeing you crying on your bed. The three frowned and walked in slowly.

"Hey bub, we're here now. We just had to help dad get some stuff at the store." Chris called softly.

"Said you'd be here." You mumbled.

"We know bub, but dad needed some extra help. It was only ten minutes, okay." Matt replied.

"Wanna tell us what caused you to be upset about school?" Nick asked.

You sighed and told them everything. They listened closely and Matt noticed you drumming on your legs. He walked over to your dresser where most of your stim toys sat and grabbed you one.

"We're sorry it was a bad day, kiddo." Chris said, pulling you in for a hug.

"Just got messed up." You muttered.

"We understand, sweetheart. When things don't go to plan it can be hard." Nick responded.

"Am I in trouble?" You asked.

"No, petal! Never, we all understand your needs and it's all okay. You wanna go to the park?" Matt suggested.

"If that's okay." You said.

"Always kiddo. I'll even race you." Chris said, making you smile wide.

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a/n: lowkey don't feel this is any good 😞

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[eli0004]

Armin Arlert NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: sub!Armin x Reader

Warnings: heavy kink, mentions of body image insecurity and jealousy, subspace, msub, kink, cum play and pure filth bc Armin is a kinky fuck, mentions of porn.

[A/N: Another one down! It took a while but I’m pretty pleased. Feedback is always appreciated!]

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

Slumped. He’s boneless and pliable, he drags himself to lay on top of you in search of your praise and affection. He’ll keen and shyly bury his face in your chest when you tell him how good he did and how pretty he looked doing it.

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

Armin likes your legs. He’s a leg man, but he likes every part of you truthfully. He likes to lay on your thighs while you pet his hair, and he’ll slowly start to kiss over your skin. He likes your hands, and often imagines them around his throat or your fingers inside of him while he’s watching you do everyday tasks.

Armin likes almost nothing about himself. He has some body image issues, which calls for some praise and worship if you ask me. Someone’s got to show this boy he’s beautiful.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Armin is a little freaky, it goes without saying. He’s a bit of a cum slut. He likes when you make him shoot his load all over his tummy, he likes when you dip your fingers into it and pop them in his mouth.

He cums in large amounts, it all but pours out of him like a faucet. It’s not thick or super gooey, mostly thin and watery. It gets everywhere if he isn’t careful in aiming.

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

Armin is a pillow humper, he gets excited and can’t help but stuff his pillow between his legs to grind into it softly. I mentioned this in another post, but all that soft stimulation makes him extremely sensitive to deliberate touching, and he will cum in seconds, shaking and crying the first few times you get your hands on him.

Just wait until he starts sending you videos of himself hugging a plushy or pillow between his thighs, hunched over and trembling as he rubs the head of his cock against the fabric, soaking it in his release. 🤤

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

None at all. Absolute virgin. Armin hasn’t even so much as had a first kiss when he meets you, not because he’s undesirable, but because he’s awkward. He doesn’t know how to talk to people he finds attractive, if you’re in a relationship with him it’s likely because you’d known each other a long while.

But it doesn’t take long after the first kiss for him to start fantasizing about touching, being touched, and though he likely won’t initiate, he’s delighted when your make out sesh finally leads to grinding and slipping hands under clothes.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Armin likes classic missionary when he’s feeling romantic, prone bone and doggy (both giving and taking)

He loves the Amazon position, and I think this one was the pipeline to his obsession with pegging.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

The first few times are giggly and awkward, but the more comfortable he is with you, the more he loses himself in the pleasure. His eyes glaze over and he gets weepy and whiny, but he does smile a lot when he’s feeling extra good

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

It honestly depends. Most of the time he keeps it trimmed, and every now and again he will shave it bare, but a day or two later he’s complaining about the prickly feeling and going on about how he’ll never do it again. It never gets out of control though, he would easily become self conscious of it if he let it get too long.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He likes it rough, but that’s not to say he isn’t intimate. He’s a hand holder, he likes to cling onto you and press himself into your skin as close as he can get. He smacks his lips against yours in messy, sloppy kisses while he moans into your mouth. Praise makes him throb just as easily as degradation, he’s such a good boy, and he looks at you like you’re his lifeline.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If you’re not with him and he’s suddenly horny, he’s stuffing his hand down his sweats in an instant. Several times a day if he’s feeling extra needy, and he likes to take his time with it, slow strokes with one hand while the other massages his balls.

He has an oral fixation, so he’ll suck on his fingers and imagine they’re yours, and sometimes he’ll kick his legs up when he’s feeling kinky and bring his fingers down to dip past his rim for some extra stimulation.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Pegging- and really anything anal related. When Armin discovered prostate orgasms his life was changed. He says they feel stronger, like a full body experience. He has such a cute ass too, it’s a treat to be behind him while he’s taking it face down in the bed.

Degradation and humiliation- he wants to feel like he’s less than you, just your toy to play with, and to destroy when you’re angry.

Bondage- Armin loves to be restrained and rendered helpless, blindfolded, gagged. It really sells the “I’m your toy” act.

Dirty filthy talk- the vulgarity that comes out of this sweet angel faced boy’s mouth will have your head spinning. “Use me, fuck me, come on, harder” and “I want you to _insert the most insanely filthy thing you can imagine_”.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Everywhere and anywhere within the walls of your home. The kitchen making dinner, the bathroom on his knees, giving you head like a good boy while you get ready, on the couch watching a movie, in the laundry room on top of the washer. Anywhere is free game, he’s always yours when you want him.

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

Everything? Your lips, your eyes, your hands, your voice. The fact that you look at him and want him like that in the first place. The way you look doing household chores, the firmness and unwavering confidence in your voice when you send back your burger because you asked for no pickles. Armin is enchanted by you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s not much he would say no to once he’s comfortable with you. If you bring a new idea to him he often meets it with genuine enthusiasm and curiosity, and knowing you’re thirsting for him enough to want to find new things to do to and with him gets him excited as it is.

If I had to choose something, I’d say aside from public sex, things like sounding make him a little nervous but it’s not a hard no. Age play is a hard no and the idea of cuckholding makes him violently jealous.

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

This man eats pussy like it’s his last meal on death row. He takes munch to a whole other level, breakfast lunch and dinner, Armin is always ready to bury his face between your thighs. He’d happily suffocate himself between your folds, and die very, very contented. Almost all of his fantasies revolve around your thighs caging around his head, gazing up at you through long lashes while you praise him softly.

He’s good at sucking dick too if you’re amab, for a man with very little to no experience, he’ll have you questioning everything you thought you knew about him. No gag reflex, he probably taught himself how to turn it off just for giving head. He’ll happily let you fuck his face of course, he’s quite the masochist.

Armin doesn’t care much if you want to go down on him. He’ll let you touch him however you wish, but he’d much rather be the one putting his mouth to work. He gets so drunk off your sounds and your fingers carding through his soft hair, he’ll start grinding up against the nearest surface just for a bit of friction.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Baby likes it rough, especially if he’s the one taking it. If he can form coherent sentences, you’re not fucking him hard enough. He wants to be reduced to a crying, drooling mess, especially when he’s been stressed out recently. There are definitely times when he prioritizes romance and sensuality, but Armin loves a mean dom, and it shows.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Absolutely yes, all the time. He’s so sensitive anyway, if you aren’t trying to drag it out he can and will cum in minutes. While he isn’t too fond of public sex, he definitely enjoys the thrill of a time limit. Bend him over or give him a quick suck while you’re cooking, a quick morning fuck before you leave for work. He says likes a challenge, but it’s not really a challenge to get him shaking underneath you in 5.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

It depends on the risk you’re wanting to take. He’s terrified to get caught in public, so there’s no way he’d willingly agree to that, but he’s pretty kinky, so within the walls of your bedroom there isn’t much he wouldn’t do to please you. Especially if it’s something Emasculating or embarrassing, humiliation gets him off embarrassingly fast. This means things like feminization, pet play (making him eat out of a bowl or sit in a dog crate), chastity, cum eating, guided masturbation, pain play, and even omarashi (to an extent) are all on the table.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This boy has endless stamina it seems, he can go and go and go for hours on end. When he’s extra needy, his erections won’t really even start going down until the 2nd or third time he cums. He loves overstimulation, even though he’ll cry and whine and say it’s too much.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Probably…more than likely, he owns some of his own. Bullet vibes, pocket pussies, vibrating rings, etc. I’m sure he doesn’t use all of them himself, but probably collects them in hopes you’ll get curious and use them on him. Especially the rings; he knows he cums quickly, so he’ll try anything with the hopes to draw the experience out as long as possible.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He absolutely would never, unless he’s having a day where he wants it rough and messy. Mostly, Armin lives and breathes to be praised, he would mindlessly agree with whatever you asked of him just to hear the words “good boy”. He just falls into the roll of your sweet little submissive so easily.

To be teased, is a different story entirely. Edge him over and over, ghost your fingertips over his skin, go in for a kiss and watch his eyes flutter shut in anticipation, only to pull away and leave him confused. He loves to be reduced to desperate tears.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Shamelessly loud. I wrote in one of my headcannon posts that you could never discreetly have sex with Armin. He gets far too lost in the experience to really be aware of what noises he’s making or how loud he’s making them, but luckily you can quiet him down and satisfy his oral fixation by stuffing his mouth full of your fingers.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Armin has wet dreams a lot. He doesn’t dream every night, but when he does, 60% of his dreams are about sex. You can always tell because he’s so spacey the next morning, thinking about what happened in his dream. Sometimes he really wants to tell you about them in hopes to recreate them, but he gets too shy and backs out.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Armin isn’t big by any means, about 5 and 1/2 inches with a pretty, soft pink tip. He doesn’t curve, but when he’s fully hard, it points upward at a nice angle. Extremely sensitive, even a breath of air makes him twitch. It’s so cute too, the way it throbs and twitches against his belly when he’s laying there all horny and excited for you.

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

Armin isn’t just a closet pervert, he’s the closet pervert. Absolutely insatiable, he has sex on the brain morning and night and every minute in between. You cannot lie down horizontally together without him getting all hard and needy. I believe @ambassadorarlert wrote in one of their posts that his twitter saves are full of porn, and I second this, bby is into some wild things.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The second he lays his head down and you start brushing through his hair with your fingers, praising him for how good he did and how well he listened, Armin is knocked tf out and probably won’t be up until noon tomorrow. He can’t help it, his balls are drained and he’s being doted on, what more could a man want?

[fire-lizard-ro]

Dragon Dan Heng

warning: mention of COCK ovi, knotting, other non-human anatomy things????, biting and marking, rut/heat cycles, dacryphilia, egregious amounts of cum (I think that's how you use that word), dumbification, oral, tongue in throat (a lil choking), belly bulge, breeding, top character, rambling author

Reader's gender is not specified and I dodged around mention of genitalia I think.

SFW: So so so- As I said before, this man activates my fucking neurons. The two braincells I have bouncing around in my head suddenly rub together to create a single thought. That single thought is about how hot he is??? Literally he doesn't have to do anything and he already has rizz 100. Would. Very much would.

But like real talk this danger noodle doesn't really change much when finally unlocks his new skin (lmfao don't pitchfork me I was kiDDING-)

Still seemingly calm (almost) all the time. Still mostly silent (at least when compared with people like March 7th). But if you're with him, then I think that there are subtle changes. When you're together, he doesn't just hover within your space. He'll be sitting next to you and that pretty tail of his will curl around you- maybe around your waist or just laid behind you and curled to lay across your lap. Doesn't admit it but he likes it when you pet his tail. :D

Scent marking!!! Any time you come back from somewhere after being gone for a bit or he does, he needs to scent mark you. Rubbing his neck along yours and purring (in my head dragons can purr fight me) while he smells the way your scent mingles with his (and the way that he covers up others' scents with his but he won't admit it). When you two are napping together and he cuddles with you, his tail will also wrap around you. Makes trying to get up to pee or even to start your day a bit hard. If you try to, he'll grumble and growl at you groggily without any real annoyance. Nips at your ear for waking him up before pulling you closer. His face gets a little hot when you laugh at his behavior.

NSFW:

So,,,, There are so many ways this can go. I oscillate between different head canons about his cock just on its own- Like does he have two? Is it/are they ribbed??? Is there knotting involved? E G G S ? All of the above???????? Honestly I'd take any and all of it or whatever combo it might be. I also believe in internal cock pouch thing supremacy. No I don't know what it's called but it is my reliGION PLEASE- Like y'all can't tell me it's not enticing. I am 100% a degenerate, but imagine him getting aroused and like you can see the way the slit of his pouch is a bit slick. The way he'd moan and grip the bedding with a white knuckled grip when you make your way down his body to mouth at it, tongue darting out to lick at it. Imagine licking into it to feel the tip of his cock (cocks??????) before gently sliding a finger in to feel around it/them. At some point you add more fingers to help your tongue coax your prize out of the sheath (thank god I remembered that word) and you get to feel the way his slick cock slowly fills your mouth even as your fingers work around it in the slit of said sheath. You'd have him choking on his own breath and twitching with his tail laying across your shoulders to wrap around your waist. Please bring his legs up on your shoulders and wrap your arms around them and hold down his hips. Something about it gets to him. :)))

I could always talk about bottom dragon Dan Heng if y'all want, but I will be sharing my brainrot about top Dan Heng today. (No it's totally not because of my preferences what are you talking about-)

Just like with Gepard, I stand by my idea that slipping a pretty plug in these men is a need not a want. Just that extra stimulation that will make him cum even more when he gets there.

I can see him being soft with you unless he's in rut. Yes I'm basic I like rut cycles fhisejo- When he's in rut, his nails are more like claws and his teeth are sharper. Maybe longer, too. Bet he has a big dick already but it's only bigger in rut. Really got that breeder cock, lol. Still has enough coherency to prep you by sliding his long tongue inside you. He can't use those fingers of his when they're tipped with claws, after all. Doesn't wanna hurt his baby. :((

He'll kiss around your hole before licking around the entrance to tease you, rubbing at your erogenous spots while he does so. Then he'll lick into you, thrusting his tongue in like it's a cock. Little by little he'll pry you open with his tongue until you're all sloppy and you swear his tongue is in your belly. All the while, he's been humping himself into the bed beneath him, desperately wishing it was you he was rocking into instead.

Once it's finally time to take you, I like to think that he'd flip you onto your stomach with your hips in the air and a hand pressing between your shoulderblades to keep your chest pinned to the bed. Slides his slick cock over your twitching hole before notching it on the rim of your entrance and slowly rutting into you. The fullness has you rolling your eyes back and whining while he coos at you how you're doing so well for him and you only have a little bit more you can take it-

Once he's fully seated, hips flush with your ass and cock twitching inside you, he'll bring a hand around to your belly to feel the bulge he made there. Presses on it a little to hear you squeak and watch you squirm beneath him. Starts a slow pace to make sure you're used to his stretching you open. But be warned- The moment he's sure that you are adjusted, he's pounding into you with panting breaths and barely contained drool. His teeth ache with the need to mark you up- Bite into your flesh to leave marks that would claim you as his. His hands are anchored to your hips in a tight grip that you're sure will be leaving bruises along with the claw marks. His girth and ribbed texture to his cock have you moaning and clawing at the bed. Loves watching the way his dick just disappears inside you; the stretch of your hole around him.

Once he finally spills his cum inside of you after several orgasms from you, it's hot and thick and there's just so much of it. He's moaning and growling behind you while he thrusts a few more times as it starts spurting out of him, all of them rough and hard thrusts. But then his hips are pressed so hard to yours that you wonder if you'll ever be able to remove them. He just needs to empty himself as deep into you as possible. We're going with the knotting idea today so the swelling knot you've slowly felt beginning to stretch you out and then knocking against your entrance has now been shoved inside of you, locking you two together and pressing relentlessly against sensitive spots inside of you. The pulsing you feel through the knot and his whole cock is not helping and it's making you squeeze around him so hard so your body can milk all of his cum from him. You swear all the cum is making the bump in your belly bigger after he's done pouring it all inside of you.

When he's in rut he just doesn't stop going. So maybe hours later, you have cum all over your thighs and there's so much dripping out of your well used hole that you're questioning where the hell it all came from. You smell so much like him and his cum and there's so much inside you that it sates some possessive part of his rut brain. Regardless of whether he can or can't breed you due to your or his biology (I'm not actually sure what goes on with Vidyadhara procreation or if they can even do that anymore iofsj-), the rut brain is telling him that he can and seeing your belly distended a bit with how much cum he fucked into you is soothing his dragon hind brain, lmfao. You're likely unable to form any thoughts at all when you two are done. You feel like you can't possibly cum anymore and even small amounts of stimulation have you whimpering and writhing. You have bite marks all over your neck and hips- Maybe even a few on your ass, lol. Inner thighs for sure, too. He might lick away your tears before kissing you. :'''''''''))

Both out and in rut, he's always sure to give aftercare. Cuddles is a big part of this. Purring and other rumbling sounds as he envelopes you in an embrace that once again includes his tail curling around you protectively. Likes to sleep with his knot still in you, cock still pulsing as his cum continues to fill you. Maybe he likes to rub at your belly where that bulge is. Tells you about how good you did- Such a good mate for him. His precious mate.

P.S. I like the idea so I think he'd maybe also shove his tongue down your throat while fucking you. And I mean that more literally than you think. I mean it is long- The way you choke on it while kissing him with tears welling in your eyes does something to him. The filthy slide of it as if fucking your throat with it and all the drool swapping from his mouth to yours and vice versa.

If there are any typos then my apologies big dawg LMFAO.

There's so much space in my brain taken up by this man alone.

Considering starting to do requests and asks. I guess lemme know if people want that?????

[atomicladytimetravel]

Employees Only

Summary: No outbreak AU. Joel Miller owns Miller Contracting and you are his assistant. When Joel gets the bid from a huge client, he celebrates by doing what any sane man would do…banging the assistant.

Warnings: Porn with very little plot. Drug use (marijuana), Boss/Employee relations, Smut/Explicit. Contains sex under the influence of marijuana, nipple play/stimulation, oral (f and m receiving) light gagging, fingering, Joel’s a little cocky about his dick (pun intended). Joel is a simp for you. No physical description of reader, other than female.

18+ only - MDNI

Friday. Fucking finally. Not only is it the end of your work week, but it’s also the end of you spending longer evenings than usual helping your boss put together a bid for one of the biggest clients he could ever hope to acquire. You can’t do any real complaining though - Joel made sure you were well compensated for your extra time and (let’s just face it) he sure is fun to look at. Not to mention the, you know, huge fucking crush you’ve had on the man for…well, for probably about as long as you’ve worked for him. Suffice to say, you’d do juuuuust about anything Joel asked you to do.

You’re making your way to your favorite hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant, the air conditioning in your car blasting to combat the sweltering Texas heat. You have to pass the small office building that houses Miller Contracting on your way to get to the Chinese place and, even though it’s damn near ten o’clock, Joel’s old pickup truck still sits in its usual parking space. Curious, you pull out your phone and select his name from your recent call log. He answers on the first ring.

“Now why are you callin’ me this late darlin’?” he drawls. His speech is raspy and a little slow; he sounds so fucking sexy.

“Oh no reason really, just wondering why I see your truck parked at the office,” you respond. He chuckles a little.

“You stalkin’ me or something?”

You smile and roll your eyes, even though he can’t see you.

“In your dreams, Miller,” you retort playfully. “I’m on my way to get some food and I just so happened to pass by.”

“Well, I was gonna wait until Monday and tell you in person, but…Avalon Premier Hotels accepted our bid.”

You can hear the grin in his voice and you hear yourself gasp.

“Joel, oh my god! That’s incredible news!” you squeal excitedly. On the other end of the call, Joel thinks to himself that he would very much like to hear those first four words again in a much different context.

Unbeknownst to you, Joel has been smitten since you stepped foot in his office for the first time. He internally cursed his HR department that day for hiring the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But they had done just as he’d asked and hired the best damn person for the job. Joel has told you on more than one occasion that he has no idea how he made it without you.

“I’m just over here celebrating a little. The sound system Tommy insisted we put in the employee lounge outdoes mine by a long shot and I wanted to hear some music,” he explains further. “You should come join me. You know I couldn’t have done this without you.”

You look down at your outfit - a tank top, no bra and a pair of what are quite possibly the shortest shorts you own - and contemplate the offer. You remember you’re off the clock and think, “the hell with it, he can’t dress code me now.”

“Sure,” you accept. “You want some Chinese food?”

——————

When you open the front door to the office, you’re immediately hit by the pungent aroma of marijuana. Ah, now his slow, raspy speech makes sense. When you enter the employee lounge, you find Joel manspread on the couch, a fat blunt dangling from his lips. He’s changed out of the button up you had drooled over all day and into a Miller Contracting t-shirt that hugged his delicious biceps. Nirvana is playing loudly over the sound system and he doesn’t realize you’re there until you plop the food down on the coffee table. His eyes rake over your body unashamedly and you find yourself blushing under his gaze. He reaches for the remote and turns the music down.

“God damn sugar, I didn’t realize I’d be gettin’ dinner and a show.”

“It’s like 103 degrees right now Joel. Besides, I’m off the clock,” you remind him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hey, ain’t sayin’ it’s a bad thing,” he winks. You eye him suspiciously, but he just smiles innocently. He pats the couch cushion next to him and when you sit down, he holds the blunt to your lips. “You deserve t’relax a little, too.”

You take the blunt between your lips and inhale the smoke, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling through your nose. You’re not exactly a stranger to pot, but it has been a while since you’ve smoked any. It doesn’t take long at all for the foggy feeling to take over, your body feeling weightless. The munchies kick in soon after, and you and Joel practically inhale the Chinese food. As you eat, another blunt is passed back and forth and you’re soon the highest you can ever remember being.

Joel cleans up the remnants of your dinner and you sink into the couch cushions, your fuzzy brain content to just stare at nothing. When he returns, he sits so close to you that your thighs touch. He leans back and throws his arm around the cushion behind you. You’re close enough to smell his cologne and that plus the fact that he’s so close makes you want him, bad.

“This may have been a bad idea. Weed makes me so horny,” you say. You had wholeheartedly intended for that to be a thought and not something you said aloud to your boss. You’re mortified when you realize that the words actually came out of your mouth. Before you can even attempt to apologize, though, Joel responds.

“Oh yeah? You want some help with that?” He looks down at you expectantly and you stare back at him blankly for a moment before answering.

“I…y-yeah, yes,” you stammer. The next thing you know, you’re being pulled onto his lap; the fabric of your shorts is thin and you can feel just how hard he already is beneath the denim of his jeans. He kisses you with the passion of someone who’s been starved of affection. He holds you tightly close to his body, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

“Please tell me this is real,” he murmurs into the kiss.

“It’s real,” you giggle, resting your forehead against his.

“You are so pretty. Absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says softly. You kiss again, open mouthed and tongues swirling together. You grind your hips onto him, trying to relieve the aching between your thighs. He puts his hands on your hips to stop them.

“Ain’t gotta do all that now. I’ll take care of ya soon, understand?” he says sternly. You let out a tiny, pathetic whimper but nod in agreement. He shakes his head and uses his pointer finger to tap your lips.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, I understand,” you tell him.

“Yes what?” he asks, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Yes sir.”

“That’s a good girl. Fuck, I just knew you would be. You want to be my good girl, hm?”

The whole time he’s been talking, his hands have been roaming farther and farther under your tank top. His fingertips brushing against your skin makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Yes sir,” you reply in a voice barely above a whisper.

He’s cupping your breasts now, thumbs swiping repeatedly over your nipples. The urge to grind on him again is overwhelming, but you hold still. You whine softly when he removes his hands and he shushes you.

“Relax sweet thing. I just want to get this shirt off of ya is all.”

He pushes the shirt up your torso and you raise your arms to let him pull it over your head. He groans appreciatively at the sight of your breasts and pushes them together before burying his face between them.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbles against your skin. He puts his mouth all over your breasts, sucking and nibbling and making you want to rock your hips so badly you can hardly stand it. You gasp softly when he latches on to your nipple, sucking until the bud has hardened. When he switches to the other side, you can’t help but roll your hips, craving some sort of relief.

“Ah, ah,” he admonishes, his hands holding onto your hips firmly. “What did I say?”

“I’m sorry,” you pout. “I just need you to touch me so bad sir.”

“Oh, is that all?” he teases, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He pinches both nipples between his fingers gently. “How’s this?”

“It feels good, but I need more sir.”

“Hmmm…no, I think I’ll see if I can make you cum like this first.”

No one has ever tried to make you orgasm this way, and you’re not even sure it’s possible. You tell him this, but he just shakes his head.

“Can I try? If it doesn’t work for you, we can move on, I promise.”

“Yes sir, you can try.”

He smiles softly and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’m going to squeeze a little harder, just let me know if you start feelin’ anything besides good.”

It feels amazing. Pleasure surges through you and you tip your head back, your hands gripping onto his shoulders to keep you steady. He alternates between pinching and rolling and you concentrate on the throbbing between your legs. He squeezes just a bit harder and it feels so good that a drawn out moan passes through your lips.

“Yeah sugar? How’s that feel?” he asks.

“Good. R-really good,” you respond breathlessly. “Maybe a little harder.”

“How’s this baby?” he asks as he pinches a little harder. There’s a little pain this time, but it’s a delicious kind of hurt.

“Oh!” you gasp, surprised to feel the stirrings of an orgasm. “Don’t stop please, it feels so good.”

“You’re doing so good baby,” he praises, leaning forward to press a kiss to your throat. He keeps the pressure and rolls your sensitive nipples between his fingers. Your eyes flutter and your orgasm is so close you can taste it.

“You’re close aren’tcha? What a good girl; go ahead and let it go baby.”

With his encouragement, an orgasm washes over you and you hear yourself shouting his name. With one hand still tweaking a nipple, he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady as you shake above him. When you come down, your eyes open to see Joel looking at you with a mix of awe and adoration.

“That was the most beautiful god damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he says before capturing your lips in a needy kiss. He sets you gently back on the couch and stands above you, squeezing the length of his cock through his jeans.

“God damn, I swear I stay hard for you,” he groans. “You know how many times I’ve shot my load thinkin’ ‘bout you?”

“Probably as many times as I’ve made myself cum thinking about you.”

“You mean we coulda been doin’ this all along?” he asks, still palming himself through his jeans. You lean back into the corner of the couch and press your middle finger to your clit over your shorts while you watch him; something about the action turns you on so much.

“You’re my boss Joel,” you point out.

“I also own this company doll. I can do whatever I want,” he reminds you. He pulls his shirt over his head and you finally get to see the body you’ve been fantasizing about for so long. His shoulders are broad and his arms are thick. His midsection is soft, but you can still see v-lines disappearing into his jeans. He undresses down to his boxer briefs and you watch, mesmerized, when he slowly pulls his belt through its loops. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been more turned on. He kneels in front of you and taps your hip, signaling for you to lift them.

“Up,” he commands. You lift your hips and he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. He drags them down your legs and is pleasantly surprised to see your lack of panties.

“No bra, no panties? What a naughty girl,” he tuts.

“Told ya I was dressed for comfort.”

He doesn’t respond, just tosses the shorts aside and admires your naked form.

“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he says, shaking his head. He showers your body with kisses, sucking occasionally on your most sensitive places. You’ll be covered in hickeys later, splotchy red and purple reminders of how Joel worships your body. He places his palms on the insides of your knees and spreads them, giving himself a view of your glistening pussy. He spreads your lips with his first two fingers to admire what he considers a work of art.

“Look how pretty,” he murmurs. Before you can utter a response, he leans in and licks you from opening to clit. He alternates between this and kitten licking your clit and you have to fight yourself to not start riding his face.

“Fuck, you got the sweetest little pussy darlin’,” he groans into your center. He hooks his arms behind your knees and begins to eat you out with fervor. He swirls patterns on your clit with his tongue, dipping it into your entrance every now and then. You’re enjoying it too much to notice that he spells “J O E L” on your clit with his tongue, silently claiming your pussy as his.

“Mmm, fuck Joel, it feels so good,” you whine. You feel two thick fingers slide into your entrance and you buck your hips at the sensation. He flattens his free hand over your belly and pins you to the couch cushions. He curls his fingers into your g-spot as his tongue continues to flick over your clit and your moans mix with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy.

“Joel, oh my god!” you shout, your head falling back onto the arm of the couch. And there they were, those four words he’d wished to hear just over an hour ago. He’s never heard anything so beautiful in his life. You hear him moan and you lift your head to watch him. His eyes are hooded and his free hand is in his boxers stroking his cock. It’s undoubtedly one of the hottest things you’ve ever witnessed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Oh god I’m so close,” you moan. He sucks your clit once, twice and on the third time, you come apart for him. He can’t help the satisfied smile on his face as he watches you tremble, his name tumbling from your lips like a chant. When he pulls his fingers out, they’re shiny with your spend. He spreads them apart and a string of fluid connects them.

“Look at the mess you made for me baby,” he marvels. He brings his fingers to your lips and you open for him; you suck his fingers clean, never breaking eye contact. You hear him moan softly when you swirl your tongue around the digits. He stands and you can see how painfully hard he is through his boxer briefs. You can’t help but stare at the outline of his cock, wondering how he walks around with that thing between his legs. He sees you staring and smirks.

“You wanna see my cock baby?” he asks.

“Yes sir,” you nod, blushing a little at being caught staring. You watch in anticipation as he pulls his underwear down, cock springing free and practically smacking him in the stomach. Your eyes widen when you see his size. He’s thick and probably around eight or nine inches. He wraps a hand around it and strokes a few times.

“Think you can put it in your mouth for me? I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock,” he says, smoothing his other hand over your hair.

“Yes sir, wanna make you feel good,” you respond obediently, sitting up from your reclined position.

“Oh, what a good girl,” he praises. You wrap your lips around his tip and suck the precum seeping out.

“Oh fuuuuuck baby girl,” he rasps. You hollow out your cheeks and slowly inch him in your mouth. You put your hands on his hips as you bob your head back and forth. His hand flies to your hair when you pull all the way back to his tip before plunging him down your throat. You gag a little bit and pull back some, tears prickling at your eyes. You repeat the process until there are tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Shit baby, you give such good fuckin’ head,” he says through gritted teeth. “Look at ya, chokin’ on my cock.”

He lets you gag a few more times before he pulls your head back gently. He looks down at you sweetly and wipes the tears from your cheeks before offering his hand to help you up.

“You did so good f’me baby, gaggin’ on this big cock like a pro. I wanna stuff that pretty pussy now, though. Get on your knees f’me.”

You settle onto your knees, resting your palms on the back of the couch. A stinging smack lands on your right ass cheek and you moan.

“There’s that gorgeous ass I love to look at,” he says, squeezing it appreciatively. He lays his palm flat on your lower back, his other hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He pushes the tip into your entrance and your walls stretch around him. He’s a bit bigger than anything you’ve taken before and it stings for just a moment, making you whimper.

“I know it’s big baby girl. I’m gonna go slow,” he coos. He rubs his thumbs in soothing circles on your hips as he inches himself inside.

“You’re doin’ so good, takin’ me so well,” he praises.

“Oh fuck, I’m so full,” you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside you.

“Yeah baby? You like bein’ full of my big cock?”

“God yeah, it feels so good.”

He squeezes your hips affectionately as he sets a languid pace. He’s only been inside you for a minute and you know that no other man will be good enough ever again.

“Fuck, this is the best god damn pussy I’ve ever had,” he says, as if reading your mind. “Like it was made just for me.”

You begin to push back and meet his thrusts, your bodies moving in sync. His grip on your ass is so tight that you’re sure half moon shaped indentions will be left behind from his fingernails.

“That’s it baby, bounce back on my dick,” he grits out. He smacks your ass and groans appreciatively as it ripples underneath his palm. “Does it feel good baby, hmm? Tell me how good it feels, lemme hear you.”

“F-feels so good. You’re making my little pussy feel s-so fucking good.”

He grabs your shoulder and pulls you up so that your bodies are flush; he moves your hair aside and puts his lips to your ear as his thrusts become faster and more aggressive.

“I’m gonna destroy your pussy this weekend baby,” he says in a gravelly whisper. “I’ve been waitin’ so long. Might have to carry you into work Monday.”

“Oh god, please,” you mewl in response.

“Yeah baby? You’d like that huh, takin’ this cock all weekend?”

“Yes, oh god yes, your cock feels so good!”

He reaches around to toy with your clit and your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you pant. He rubs your clit faster, pressing a frenzied kiss to your lips.

“That’s it, give it to me baby girl. Cum all over my cock.”

You grab onto his forearm to steady yourself as you cum hard around him. He talks you through it, whispering lowly in your ear.

“There ya go baby, let it go. Doing so good f’me darlin’.”

Once you’ve come back to earth, he pulls out gently and sits down on the couch. He takes you by the hand and guides you to straddle him again.

“I wanna see you baby,” he explains. “You’re a fuckin’ goddess.”

You sink onto his cock and he rests his hands on your hips. He guides your hips back and forth slowly and it feels so good that you attempt to speed up.

“No baby, let’s go slow,” he says, looking into your eyes. “Just enjoy this with me, yeah?”

You smile softly, saying, “yes sir” before grabbing his face and kissing him. His arms wrap around your torso and he holds you close, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“I want you to be my girl. Tell me you’ll be my girl baby.”

You respond without hesitation, “I’m yours Joel, all yours.”

The two of you share another kiss; Joel can no longer hold back and he plants his feet firmly on the ground so that he can thrust up into you.

“Can’t believe I get to call you mine,” he pants. “My pretty fuckin’ girl.”

“Oh god,” you whimper as he pounds into your g-spot. “Joel, fuck baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too baby girl. Should I pull out?”

“No! I want you inside me. Fuck, I want to feel you cum inside me so bad.”

“God damn, dirty little thing,” he grunts. “Gonna fill this little pussy so much.”

“Oh god, I’m cumming,” you announce, clenching around his cock. A chorus of, “fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck YES,” comes from your mouth. Joel makes a deep, guttural sound and spills inside of you, hugging your trembling body tight.

“Shit,” you giggle breathlessly.

“Yeah? Good?” he asks hopefully, just as breathless as you are.

“Good? Amazing. Incredible.”

He grins and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I could actually go again. How about you let me take you back to my place and I’ll put you in my jetted tub, hm? We’ll take a nice bath, maybe smoke a little more and then I’ll fuck you to sleep. How’s that sound?”

It’s your turn to grin and you give him a long, burning kiss.

“Sounds like an offer I can’t pass up.”

[bloodyzmbie]

TF 141 Headcanons

How the group would react when you ask them to oil your scalp(Reader is AA & has braids btw)

Warning: none just fluff

Side note: Im African American so their reactions will be based off of my experience and from what I see on social media with couples. 💖

Soap: Soap would definitely be excited but, nervous to oil your scalp. He seen you do it plenty of times before but, he doesn’t want to mess up. Soap would ask tons of questions about the products you use in your hair. At first you would have to show him how much oil is good to put in your hair. When he gets the hang of it, it becomes his new favorite thing to do. He looks forward to oiling your scalp and gives great scalp massages btw. At some point he would ask you to oil his hair since he doesn’t want go bald lolllll.

Price: You don’t even ask him, he would ask you if he can help. Price has also watched you oil your scalp and wanted to do it for you sooner. Just like soap he was nervous that he would mess it up. Price would take his time applying the oil and rubbing it into your scalp little by little. When he’s done he gives extra scalp massages (I feel like since price has semi big hands it feelssss amazing getting a massage from him) His love language is physical touch so doing this brings him joy. (Alsooo Price would definitely have a basket full of hair care products so he can do your hair on wash day or any day in general lolll)

Gaz: Gaz already knows the drill loll. You don’t have to ask Gaz, he’s already grabbing a basket full of oils snd other products for your braids. (I picture Gaz being that mom hitting you with the comb for moving too much😭😭😭). Just like the others Gaz takes his time with each section of your braids and massages your scalp with his hands/scalp massager that stimulates it.

Ghost: When you ask Ghost to oil your scalp he gives you that “are you sure” kinda look. Once you reassure him that it’s okay he would take his sweet time. Literally paying attention to every detail in your hair. Each box outline in your scalp is getting massaged and carefully oiled. He loves the scent too of the oil you use, it brings him comfort.Ghost looks forward to oiling your scalp all the time since he’s gets to take care of you more. Just like Soap;Ghost doesn’t want to go bald lollll and it gives him a reason to smell just like his fav oil scent on you, so he asks you to start oiling his scalp.

Enjoyyyyy the short story. A longer story will be coming soonnnn��💋

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Bikini Body 👙 (Poly!KiriBakuMina x Fem!Chubby!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"So much for not coming out of that bikini."

Pairing: Kirishima Ejirou x Mina Ashido x Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Chubby!Reader

Synopsis: In which your boyfriends and girlfriend decide to show you just how good you look in your new bathing suit one hot summer day on the beach.

Warnings: Fluffy Smutty Smut; 18+; AgedUp!KiriMinaBaku; Poly Love; Oil Massages in Inappropriate Places; Tongue Kissing; Strip Tease; Ice Play; Fingering; Clit Stimulation; Masturbation; Daisy Chain; Double Blowjob; Mutual Oral; Doggystyle; Kissing While Fucking; Public Sex; Creampies; Aftercare Cuddling

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: This is based off a request I did for someone last summer, but it was unfortunately flagged. I decided to revise it & add Bakugou’s fine ass because I can’t get enough of them poly relationships. Enjoy! -Jazz 💋💋💋

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“Kiri, honey, playing with my bikini isn’t gonna make me come out of it any quicker…or at all.”

“Why noooot?” Kirishima pouts as he lays on his back beside you, his abs deliciously coated in sun tan oil. His fingers toy with the ties on your bikini bottoms, his hand brushing against your thigh here and there.

“You too, Katsuki,” you critically say, giving the blonde a glare from behind you.

He glares despite his hand blantally laying on your ass while he sips his water bottle. “Tch! You’re hallucinating, you crazy girl.” His body, toned by years of training, is also shining with oil.

You’re currently reading and sitting on your stomach on the cushioned bed provided by the private cabana he, Kiri, and Mina rented for this particular beach trip. It’s big enough to house six people and comes with a bed, furniture, and silk curtains that provide privacy from the rest of the beach-goers and relief from the hot, blinding sun beyond.

“Because I’m not in the water,” you reply matter-of-factly. “And I’m not gettin’ a tan, so what’s the use of takin’ it off?”

You flip to the next page in your book, doing your best to ignore Kiri’s pouting and Bakugou’s childish glare. “You’re lucky I even decided to come out in this. You know I don’t exactly have a bikini body like Mina.”

“Who said what about me?” Mina asks, entering the cabana. She’s holding a plate of juicy-looking fruit in one hand and sun tan oil in the other. “Went back to the hotel to get some stuff. And I bought snacks!”

When she saunters into the cabana, you can't help but admire the body of your girlfriend–she’s all lean muscle with perky tits and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of; not an inch of fat anywhere that could disrupt the aesthetic of her gold string bikini that brings out the pink of her skin and curly hair.

Her body is the total opposite of yours and you are now hyper aware of it after Mina forced you to pick out a bikini while shopping for your couples’ beach trip. You are much bigger with extra fat layering your body. You come with thick thighs, large breasts that require a bikini top with bigger cups, jiggly arms, back rolls, and a soft, pudgy stomach that jiggles when you make even one move.

You’re chubby–that’s just a fact. Though you know that realistically it isn’t a big deal…but when the summertime hits, it’s a different story.

You’re nervous to wear certain clothes that would show off your body, like tight-hugging dresses that would show off your rolls and shorts due to your thighs constantly rubbing together. You’re so afraid of the looks and the words that you’d see in people’s mouths, criticizing your size. You barely have any bathing suits in your closet because of this.

But when you met Kiri, Bakugou, and Mina a couple months ago and started dating, they had no problem with your shape or size. In fact, they adored it. They always made a point to boost your confidence by giving you compliments on your outfits or touching you on a whim–Mina might wrap her arms around your waist; Kiri will pick you up and squeeze you tight; Bakugou might slap your ass just to hear you squeal.

And though you appreciate your efforts, they don’t quite meet the goal of making you feel more comfortable in your body. Especially out in public.

“Oh, look, baby!” Kiri cheerfully announces, smiling smugly at you. “Mina got sun tan oil! Now you have to take it off.” You peer down at him in his shark-printed swim trunks that don’t do much to hide what he’s packing. Toss in the washboard abs, big biceps, and tree trunk thighs, and Kiri is a walking, talking wet dream.

Bakugou is just as bad. He is as tall as his and your boyfriend Kiri with a body that fills out his orange swim trunks. You can’t help but ogle at his thick, muscular thighs and big pecs you’d like to motorboat.

You already know people often wonder how someone like you managed to bag someone like him, Kiri, and Mina–three rich, famous, sexy individuals.

“I’m not taking it off,” you sternly reply. “And that’s final. I don’t need any sun tan oil anyway.”

Bakugou scowls at you. “What, you tryin’ to burn?”

Mina scoffs, climbing up onto the bed after lowering the fruit on the table next to you with a pitcher of ice sit. “What?! Then you’ll be all sunburned! You need some color on this skin, babe, and the sun is the perfect way to do that.” She moves toward you, nuzzling her face into your neck. “C’mon; don’t you want our friends to know that you took a nice trip to the beach when we get back home?”

“They’ll know from the pictures,” you passively say, flushing at the scent of mangos in Mina’s hair and Kiri’s soft nibbles on your jiggly thigh. “You three go ahead and enjoy the sun though. I’m good here.”

“Nonsense!” Kiri scoffs, sitting up next to you now. “There will be plenty of time for the sun and water once we prepare for the sun rays.” He takes the sun tan oil from Mina, smirking at both of you girls. “And once I get my hands on you two. I can’t tell you how good you girls look in those bikinis.”

Bakugou shoots him a sharp look under his sunglasses. “Greedy bitch,” he growls. “I’m here too, y’know. I’ve already gotta share what’s mine, so why leave me out?”

Kiri pokes his pierced bottom lip out at the platinum blonde. “Aw, ‘Suki, I’m sorry,” he coos. “You look good in your bottoms too.” He moves in to give him a kiss, but Bakugou pegs a piece of watermelon at him, earning a laugh.

You flush at Kiri’s suggestive comment while Mina giggles. “Why, thank you, babe,” she coos, leaning over you to give Kiri a peck on the lips. “We wore ‘em just for two.” She pecks Bakugou on the lips too, much to his enjoyment.

“Didn’t we, Y/N?” She runs her fingers over the string holding up your bikini top behind your back, her glossy lips at your ear. “You sure you don’t want a rub down?” she purrs. “I could do it instead of the boys. You know I’m good with my hands.”

‘You all are,’ you think, her suggestive tone pouring warmth into your core that distracts you from your book.

With the three of them so close and in such a semi-private place, it’s making it hard to not do what they want. But the idea of flaunting your body in or out of your bikini, even to them, still scares you. “I’m good,” you say, giving her a reassured smile. "You three enjoy yourselves.”

Though your partners don’t look happy with that, they leave you be regardless and instead indulge themselves in the oil. “Want me to rub you down, baby?” Kiri asks Mina, the pet name making your stomach flip even though it isn’t even directed at you.

“Yes, please,” Mina giggles.

“Uh-uh,” Bakugou demands, snatching the oil away from Kiri. “We’ll both do it. You take the top, I take the bottom.” Mina giggles, poking at his stomach. “Nasty man,” she tuts.

At the corner of your eye, you watch as she lays down on her stomach between Bakugou’s legs with her head resting on her arms while Kiri kneels above her. He squirts some oil into his big hands and rubs them together before starting on her back. He unties her bikini top, revealing her toned back, before firmly rubbing the oil into her skin. He takes his time kneading the oil into her back muscles and spine, his fingers expertly working over her skin.

Bakugou does the same, warming the oil up between his calloused hands. He then begins to work on her waist, kneading the oil into her pink skin, before gliding down to her legs toned from her pro hero work. His hands then begin to trail up and down her sides, pushing into her side muscles, until they finally move to her glutes.

Her gorgeous, firm glutes that you can’t help but stare at.

As he does, he gives Mina’s taut ass a firm spank, making her squeal. “It’s your fault, Pinkie,” he chuckles. “How the fuck can I focus on oilin’ you up when that thing is in my face?”

He then unties Mina’s bottoms, leaving her completely naked. Suddenly, you’re not paying any attention to your book anymore, instead watching your men massage your girlfriend’s ass. Her moans of enjoyment are soft yet arousing. Kiri and Bakugou seem to be enjoying themselves too judging by the little smirk that plays on their lips.

After a few minutes, Bakugou flips her over, revealing her toned stomach and naked, perky breasts to you and them. You can’t quite see what lies below her belly button where a diamond stud lies, but knowing that she is totally nude is doing things to you.

Kiri begins to massage her feet and ankles first before moving up to her calves and thighs, his fingers pressing and pushing into her muscles. Bakugou does her neck and shoulders. After a few agonizing minutes of working less androgynous zones, he moves up to her stomach and chest. You watch the oil dribble down her skin and over her hardened, dark pink nipples. The sounds that drip from her lips are beautiful and they make you clench your thighs together.

Bakgou suddenly turns his head to look at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Like whatcha see, mama?” He teasingly asks. “Y’know, we could do this for you too. Just need to take this off.” His fingers toy with the ties to your bottoms.

You press your tight together, uncertain. “I-I don’t know…”

“Are you scared someone might see?” Kiri curiously asks, pausing his massage. “We rented a cabana with curtains for a reason! Plus, we’re just massaging you. Nothing nasty…yet.” You and Mina slap his chest, earning a hysterical laugh. “I kid, I kid!” he cackles, raising his hands in defense.

“I don’t,” Bakugou bluntly says. But he never does.

“I’m just afraid someone might see me,” you timidly explain. “I had a cover-up on when we arrived, but now…” You look through the cabana curtains billowing in the summer breeze, the scent of sea salt and sand in it. Your cover-up is somewhere in the beach bag you lugged here but you know it wouldn’t make sense to put it on now.

Mina lays a comforting hand on your knee, smiling reassuringly at you. “No one’s gonna see you, cutie. And even if they do, they should be lucky to get an eyeful of all of this.” Her other hand runs over your thigh, caressing it. You whimper slightly at her touch as well as the looks Kiri and Bakgou give you.

“Okay,” you acquiesced with a defeated sigh, “but only the top.” Bakgou looks pleased, Kiri sighs in relief, and Mina squeals happily. “Now, put that damn book down and get that fuckin’ top off!” Bakugou growls.

“Yes, sir!” Mina giggles, sitting up to help you despite her very-nude body. Anyone could walk by now and peek in to see her and that ass.

You flush embarrassingly as she helps you untie your bikini top. Once it loosens, the cups fall off your chest, letting your breasts hang freely. Though they’re not as perky as Mina’s and don’t sit up on your chest, your partners still stare at them as if they are the most gorgeous things in the world. You even start to believe that they are.

You and Mina switch spots so you’re lying on your back now, as rigid as a board even as Kiri begins to massage you.

You have to admit that his hands feel good as he massages your legs and stomach. Though you flush and squirm slightly at his hands caressing your body, you start to relax and melt into his touch. Combined with the tropical scent of the oil and the sound of the beach outside the cabana, you’re in heaven. Your eyes flutter closed and suddenly, you don’t even care that your tits are out in a public place. “Mmm…”

“Just relax, mama,” Kiri encourages, a proud smile in his voice. “Let me know if you want me to stop or if a certain spot hurts.”

You slowly nod, melting further into the bed as he continues to press his fingers into the muscles beneath the soft, pudgy skin of your lower body. You’re so relaxed that you barely feel Mina’s hands begin to massage your breasts. Your eyes open to find her smiling down at you. “W-What are you–“

“Just massaging you, cutie. Don’t want your chest lookin’ like a raisin by the end of today.” She gives you a cheeky wink as her hands work along your breasts; teasing them; molding them; massaging the oil into the tender skin surrounding your areolas.

You can’t hold back the pleasurable moans and sighs at the sensations you’re feeling from both of your partners’ hands. But when Mina begins to pinch and tweak your nipples, you know that things are going too far. “M-Mina,” you stammer. “You shouldn’t…we shouldn’t–“

“Time to flip over,” Kiri announces. “Lemme see dat ass.”

Mina tuts, rolling her eyes at your boyfriend’s ridiculousness. “So childish.” You do as he orders and flip over, revealing your naked back and ass still in your bikini bottoms.

“My turn,” Bakugou growls, shoving Kiri out the way. “You’re takin’ too long, shark boy.”

Though you’re burning with embarrassment, you can’t help but love the way your hotheaded boyfriend’s firm but careful hands massage up and down your back. You relax further into the bed as all of your cares melt away.

When his hands trail down to your ass cheeks and he begins to massage there, you just about jump out of your skin. He knows that’s your weak spot! You want to protest, tell him to move his hands up, but it just feels too good! You didn’t realize how relaxing an ass massage truly is until now. “Ah,” you softly moan.

Bakugou chuckles at your verbal expression of pleasure. “You like that, baby?” he asks. You nod into the mattress, your eyes fluttering closed. “Good. I’m glad your feelin’ good. Shark boy and Pinky ain't the only ones who are good with their hands.”

Above you, Mina giggles. “Oh, we would know.”

You then suddenly feel her lips at your ear as her hands begin to caress your back, massaging your shoulders and neck. “You look so cute like this,” she murmurs. "So relaxed and comfortable. You and your body deserve to feel like this every single day.” Her words are oh-so sweet and they make you feel hotter than the sun under her and Bakugou’s hands.

You’re gone, drifting off into a realm of euphoria. You’re so relaxed that you barely feel Bakugou’s hands begin to wedge between your thighs. When you do, you’re too relaxed to stop him, your body like jell-O. All you can do is give a whine of protest as you feel his fingers brush your bikini-covered pussy.

“You feel tense here too, baby,” he coos. "Don’t worry; I know just the trick.”

He then begins to rub you through your bottoms, slowly stroking his fingers over your pussy. He takes his time, never going under your bottoms until he has your permission. “Fuck, ‘Suki,” you moan. “P-Please…keep going.” You lift your hips to give him more access, flushing when he, Kiri, and Mina begin to laugh at your neediness.

He slowly unties the strings holding your bikini bottoms up and when the summer breeze hits your skin, you softly sigh. You hate to admit how nice it feels to be naked.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Kiri groans from behind you. “And so wet. I bet that massage did the trick, didn’t it?”

Without receiving an answer, he begins to kiss your asscheeks while Bakugou begins to stroke your pussy, his fingers gliding across your slit and the underside of your sensitive little clit that has seemed to become more sensitive from the constant physical stimulation your body feels.

Your eyes flutter closed and your mouth forms the shape of an O as sparks of pleasure shoot from your clit into every part of your body. You know that you should stop. You know that anyone could look in and clearly find Bakugou playing with your pussy right now.

‘But this counts as a massage, right?’ You deliriously think. ‘He’s rubbing oil onto me.’ And he is. The oil staining his fingers makes your pussy nice and slick, making his ministrations that easier to do to you.

A soft moan makes you open your eyes, finding Mina above you with her legs spread. She’s leaning back against the pillows, running an ice cube up and down her stomach and chest. Your eyes catch each droplet that cascades down her soft, pink skin and across her hard nipples.

“Don’t worry about me, cutie,” she giggles. "Just felt kinda hot seein’ you and our boyfriends like that.” She then brings the ice cube to her mouth and sucks on it, causing water to dribble down her mouth and chin.

Your mouth becomes dry, suddenly parched for her. “You want a taste?” she teasingly asks, popping the cube in her mouth. You wordlessly rise onto your hands and knees to reach her and lean forward to press your lips to yours. Her lips are cold and wet but soft; intoxicatingly so.

Small moans leave your mouths as you kiss, tongues beginning to swirl with one another. The ice cube melts between your lips at the heat of your mouths and tongues, causing more water to dribble down your chins.

From behind you, Kiri groans in arousal. “Oh, now this is a sight,” he sighs.

Bakugou hums in agreement. “And a perfect angle.” As you continue to kiss Mina, you suddenly feel Bakugou’s face in your pussy where his tongue begins to caress every sensitive bit of it. “Bakugou!” you whine as his hands begin to massage your ass.

Kiri laughs, watching your boyfriend slurp at your cunt. “Y-You did that on purpose!” you whimper to Mina who deviously smiles at you.

“Maybe, maybe not,” she snickers. “But doesn’t his mouth feel so good on that pussy?”

As if to prove her point, Bakugou suckles gently on your clit, emitting a strangled moan from your lips. Mina giggles as she leans back, watching the show before her as her hand sneaks down between her thighs. “So much for not coming out of that bikini.”

You can concur. You were so adamant about not coming out of your bathing suit before. Now you’re completely nude with your man’s face in your pussy and your woman playing with herself in front of you as she indulges in your naked body.

Kiri shimmies up to Mina, standing up on his knees. “Your other partner needs some attention too, darlin’,” he says, suggestively jutting his hips towards Mina’s mouth.

She giggles sexily, using one hand to pull Kiri’s trunks down. His hard cock, pierced at the tip, springs to life, much to the delight of you and Mina. “Wanna get it wet for me?” He asks, smirking playfully at her. Wordlessly, she licks up, down, and around his shaft like it’s a big, juicy lollipop and begins sucking.

Kiri’s tilts his head back, his long, red locks cascading down his back and shoulders while Mina sucks him off, her fingers rubbing her pussy. Bakugou hums into your cunt, giving your ass a smack. You’re receiving both types of stimulation right now: visual and physical. It’s almost too much for you to bear.

Before you know it, minutes later, you’ve got your face planted in Mina’s pussy while Bakugou continues to mouth yours, your tongue stroking her inner walls. Meanwhile, she’s still sucking off Kiri, earning delicious, rasped moans and whines out of him.

Mina clenches her thighs around you and grinds her hips up into your mouth, her mellifluous moans filling the space of the cabana among the sound of the crashing waves and cawing seagulls.

She pulls away from Kiri, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. “God, yes!” she whines, her head thrown back against the pillows. “Such a good girl for me. You look so pretty like that.” Her one hand moves through your hair while the other lazily toys with Kiri’s cock, pumping it up and down.

Kiri hums, hands watching you and Bakugou at the same time. “She definitely does,” he agrees. “Toss your ass into his face, baby. You know he can take it.” He leans forward to smack your ass, making your pussy throb in Bakugou’s mouth.

As if agreeing, the blonde growls against your clit, sending vibrations throughout your body. And you do, unable to hold back anymore as his tongue strokes every sensitive bit of your pussy from the inside, his fingers still toying with your clit while you play with Mina’s.

Probably for anyone else, oral would be a simple way to get off in such a public place where you could possibly get caught. But not for you. As you get closer to cumming around Bakugou’s tongue, you beg him to stop and to fuck you instead. “I need you inside me,” you whine, shamelessly pushing yourself back into him. “Please! I’m begging you!”

It doesn't take long for you to turn into a needy, helpless slut in need of attention, and your partners know that.

So Bakugou wastes no time untying his trunks to free his throbbing, hard cock to you and finally sinking into the wet, velvet walls of your pussy that instantly clench around him. Kiri does the same to Mina, bending her over on all fours and sliding himself inside of her. You watch her reaction as Kiri finally slides home inside her just as Bakugou does to you, her pink lips falling open as a gasp exits her mouth.

Both of your boyfriends rock their hips into you and Mina almost immediately, their balls swinging against your clits. It’s making you see the entire galaxy behind your eyelids, feeling Bakugou’s heavy balls gently slap your rosebud. You can’t keep quiet, moans and gasps escaping you.

“God, you’re tight!” Bakugou grunts, gripping your hips for dear life. “Bet you needed this, hm? You wanted us to show you just how pretty you are in and out of that damn bikini, huh?”

He lifts one leg up and proceeds to beat your pussy all the way up, his dick stroking your inner walls until your tits are jiggling and the bed is rocking with every single thrust.

“You know you’re a pretty girl,” Kiri groans, reaching forward to stroke your lips while he continues to fuck Mina’s pretty, pink pussy. “You know that, right, mama?”

You whine in response as Bakugou rocks his hips back and forth, propelling you into that state of euphoria until you can hardly breathe.

“So cute!” Mina whines, her brows furrowed and her jaw dropped in pleasure. Her tits and ass are bouncing as Kiri pistons himself into her from behind. “Need you,” she whimpers. “Kiss me, baby.”

You lean in, connecting your lips in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss that makes Kiri and Bakugou groan in pleasure watching their two girls sloppily kiss each other while getting fucked. “Goddamn, you two are so slutty,” Bakugou growls. “Only we can see you like this.” With one hand, he grips one of your heavy tits, massaging it. “You hear that, baby girl? You understand me?”

“I don’t think this is enough, Bakugou,” Kiri teasingly says. “I think she may need more after this.”

From behind you, Bakugou laughs but it sounds more like an evil cackle. “Like I was gonna stop here,” he huffs. “I still need to make you cum, and we’re not leavin’ here until you two are seein’ fuckin’ stars.”

“Same here,” Kiri replies, mirth and a challenge twinkling in his crimson eyes. “Let’s see who can make these cuties cum the quickest.” Bakugou smirks, up for the challenge.

Both of them are men of their words. After fucking your and Mina’s brains out to the point where you’re cumming all over Bakugou’s dick and screaming into a pillow to avoid gaining unwanted attention from beach-goers, you switch with her. You spread your thick thighs open and let Kiri fuck you on your back while she toots her ass up for Bakugou who fucks her into oblivion, his abs and body glinting in sweat and sun tan oil.

The sight of it is too much and you find yourself cumming again all over Kiri’s cock as Mina coaxes you to orgasm with her words. “You’re so pretty,” she babbles, her face hovering over yours while Bakugou fucks her from behind. “So pretty when you cum on that dick, babe.”

And that isn’t even the best part.

Even after Kiri maes you explode all over his cock and you greedily swallow every ounce of his cum when he fucks your pretty face, making your cheeks look full.

Even after you watch Bakugou cum deep inside of Mina and makes her clean it up, her tongue greedily licking up and down his dripping cock.

Even when Kiri strokes your hair and whispers compliments to you, telling you, “God, you’re so pretty. So hot when you take our cocks. You deserve all of this…all of our cum…”

Even after both he and Bakugou make you kneel before them and feed you their cocks again, bringing them to orgasm again while Mina eats your pussy from behind, giggling as you quiver and let out a third orgasm.

The best part to end the day is when you’re finally snuggled between your three partners as you lie spent and exhausted from the activities, nearly passing out on the bed as the mid-afternoon sun glints along the water.

You lay your head on Kiri’s hard chest, breathing in his scent of sunscreen, mangos, and sea salt as he strokes your hair. Mina lies between you and Bakugou, her front pressed against your back, and her fingers caressing your thighs and sides while Bakugou spoons her.

“Rest now, baby,” he coos to you. “And do it now because when we get back to the hotel, you ain’t sleepin’ at all.”

The devious giggles Mina and Kiri let out are enough to make you sleep with one eye open.

THE END.

[roseykat]

Okay sooo, I don't know if you're into this but I'll leave it here

Since we've established that minsung can and would probably get you pregnant with their babies at the same time, and since breasts produce milk based on how many babies you have to feed...

Lactation kink with minsung

Thoughts?

I got too carried away with this one lmao

No bc firstly Minsung would be so in love with seeing you develop into motherhood. Despite its trials, tribulations, and hardships with carrying their babies, they always see you persevere especially through areas where sometimes there’s nothing they can do to help.

One of those issues would be when your milk starts coming through early and it starts to hurt and feel uncomfortable because there's nowhere for the milk to go. You can pump even though you’re just over a month out from giving birth but it wouldn’t be as beneficial to store it since it will end up expiring regardless if there are other methods for its use prematurely.

Which is why and when Minho tells you that he and Jisung can help out by using some of your breast milk for other things while you’re still carrying the babies. So he suggests that you pump to collect your milk in order to use it for cooking, in cereal and what not, mainly just food for related purposes.

But Jisung thinks along a different line.

Whenever he’s helping you get ready to pump, you sometimes need to massage your breasts because you know it helps with milk flow. Then one day Jisung is sitting next to you, ready to help you set up to pump as you take your bra off. You’re exhausted, sore, fed up, and borderline done with being pregnant until Jisung scoots himself closer to you and very gently starts massaging your breasts for you.

Then just out of fucking nowhere, he leans down and latches his mouth down onto you nipple and sucks. You’re stunned at first, definitely not angry, but taken aback because you didn’t know he’d be into that. Then again, he’s a bag full of surprises.

“So sweet,” Jisung would say as he releases, then will come to his senses, realising what he’s done. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Just…needed to taste you.”

You’d reassure him to not feel guilty because not only did it feel good to get some of that milk out, but simply because there’s just nothing wrong with it in general. Minho wasn’t actually surprised that Jisung wanted to drink straight from you since he’s always been a tits man. Not that that’s the point but, Minho has seen the way Jisung has been looking at you ever since he saw that bump grow.

But then again, Minho is the same way too, just less obvious. He had to admit to himself that watching you get your milk out wasn’t something he was prepared to find satisfying. From that point on, you wouldn’t mind if that’s how either of them wanted to taste your milk.

However, even afterwards - after you give birth, when you start overproducing milk, you’re able to bottle and store extra, but there are days where it doesn’t stop. That’s where Minho and Jisung come to help.

Firstly, you all make sure both of their sons (I’m calling it that they have boys) have a sufficient supply of milk because the last thing they want is to obviously deplete them of their only food sustenance that they have.

Once that’s ensured, both Jisung and Minho help you by practically latching onto you. Both of them would start out by stimulating your sensitive nipples with their tongues before eventually sucking to taste your milk.

I’m also just imagining those two like fucking bulking up bc of how nutrient rich breast milk is. Like they work out a lot and undoubtedly their gains would just shoot through the roof. Minho’s biceps and thighs get bigger, Jisung’s chest and arms get bigger. Christ. They just end up getting thick and they’d look so fucking good. At that point you’re not just helping nurture and grow two babies, but also the babie’s two fathers lmao.

[osachiyo]

For BSD and fem reader

Ass, tits or thighs with Poe, ango,Akutagawa and lovecraft (seperately ) plz

Sfw and nsfw version plz

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤ ASS, TITS OR THIGHS ?

—FEATURING ꔫ VARIOUS BSD MEN x FEM READER —INCLUDING ꔫ EDGAR ALLAN POE, ANGO SAKAGUCHI, AKUTAGAWA RYŪNOSUKE & HOWARD PHILLIPS LOVECRAFT —CONTENT WARNINGS ꔫ EXPLICIT SMUT, TITJOB, ORAL SEX, SLIGHT DEGRADATION, NIPPLE PLAY, MARKING ETC —AUTHORS NOTE ꔫ HELLO! I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT DOING A FIC LIKE THIS AND THEN YOU BLESSED ME WITH THIS REQUEST. I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO WRITE THIS, IT'S BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG BUT I FINALLY HAD THE MOTIVATION TO FINISH IT. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING! . . . MINORS DO NOT INTERACT . . .

ꔫ EDGAR ALLAN POE (thighs)

(SAFE FOR WORK . . )

Poe loved every single body part of yours from head to toe. But if he had to choose a favourite, it would be your thighs. This man goes absolutely feral when you wear thigh highs, stockings or anything of the sort. He loves how soft and squishy your thighs are. Don’t be surprised if you catch him staring at them at whatever time of the day. He also loves how he can use them as his pillow, resting his head on your lap as you ramble on about your day. He enjoys falling asleep on your thighs more than he’d like to admit. Sometimes even drooling on them while he’s sleeping peacefully, making you giggle at his adorableness.

(NOT SAFE FOR WORK. .)

Like stated before, Poe goes crazy when you wear stockings or thigh-highs. So of course you love to tease him about it, being the little minx you are. You wear extra short skirts and cute frilly stockings with your outfit, just to see him all flustered and red in the face. Plus point if you have thick thighs, you know he’d love to bury his face between them. Your favourite thing about teasing him like this is-

It always ends up with you sitting on a counter or desk, with Poe on his knees holding your legs open. He loved leaving tiny bruises on your supple thighs, decorating the insides with bite marks. He practically moaned into your sopping wet pussy when your thighs clamped around his head, he’d be happy to be crushed between them if he could.

“Squeeze me more, fuck- grip around my head tighter w-while I pleasure you, my love.”

ꔫ ANGO SAKAGUCHI (tits)

(SAFE FOR WORK . . )

Ango wouldn’t admit it even if the world burned down, but he’s absolutely enamoured by your breasts. Its not even in a perverted way. Whenever he’s stressed or under the weather, he loves to bury his face in your chest. It helps him calm down and relax. The sound of your heartbeat reassures him that he’s not alone, and you’re always here with him. He also loves to use them as his personal stress balls, unconsciously squeezing them whenever you two are cuddling. Small and big breasts- he loves them all. If you have big breasts, he loves how they spill out of his hands when he holds them. He massages them gently when you’re feeling sore, sometimes leading to spicy sessions. If you have small breasts, he loves how they fit perfectly into his hands. He nuzzles his face into the valley of your breasts and whispers soft, loving words to you.

(NOT SAFE FOR WORK. .)

Like any man, Ango loved it when you wore lingerie for him. It turned him on beyond words, and if the lingerie especially showed off your breasts? He'd go wild.

But even if he loved lingerie on you, he preferred when you wore his shirt with nothing underneath. Just his shirt and a pair of panties that would soon be soaked in your own arousal when he traps you against the bed right after coming home from work. He would suck and nip at your soft tits endlessly, turning them swollen and red from the non-stop stimulation. You twitched and writhed underneath your beloved husband as he sucked on your beautiful tits, occasionally biting them to leave his little mark on you.

After all of that, he'd tell you to push your tits together and slide his pretty cock between them. His spit and precum making it easier for his cock to slide through.

"F-fuck, yeah- hold them together for me just like that, princess."

ꔫ AKUTAGAWA RYŪNOSUKE (tits)

(SAFE FOR WORK . . )

Akutagawa loves how much softer your body is compared to his own lanky frame. So naturally his love would also lean towards your breasts more. Especially if you have particularly larger breasts. What do you mean it's hard on your back? Well, endure it. He doesn't understand why you complain about having back pain so much. Are you perhaps aging quickly? Nonetheless, he'd still massage your back and tits from time to time. That doesn't mean he won't grumble and complain about how needy you are.

He'd also love using them as his pillow, laying his head on your chest and quietly listening to your heartbeat makes him feel at peace.

If he even sees someone else staring at your chest, he'd try to kill them on the spot. It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, they shouldn't be staring at what's his. Though of course, this does not apply to one particular man. (Iykyk)

(NOT SAFE FOR WORK. .)

During sex, Akutagawa can't keep his hands off of your plush breasts. Slim, bony fingers reaching from behind you and kneading at your soft mounds while he takes you from behind.

When you ride him, he always wants you to face him. Just to stare at your breasts bouncing while you try to chase your climax. He'd pinch and twist at your nipples, making you cry out and jolt in pleasure. He’d lean in to suckle on them, groaning as clamp down tightly on his cock. He’d leave dark bruises and bite marks on your soft skin, mouth latching onto your hardened nipples, leaving them swollen and red. “Fuck. Just like that, slut. S-scream my name as I fuck you stupid.”

ꔫ HOWARD PHILLIPS LOVECRAFT (ass)

(SAFE FOR WORK . . )

Lovecraft is a simple man, who likes to enjoy the more simpler things in life. He's definitely a total ass man, he just can't help but appreciate the soft fat of your buttocks. Especially if you decide to wear booty shorts, barely covering your plump ass. He just can't keep his boney, cold hands off of you when you wear those, loving the feeling of your soft flesh in his big hands. Please don't push him off :( Sometimes doesn't understand why you would choose someone as monstrous and sicky-looking as him :( you reassure him everytime, carding your pretty hands through his dark blue locks as you show him how much you love this man.

(NOT SAFE FOR WORK. .)

Monsterfucking go brrrr

Lovecraft's favourite position is probably reverse cowgirl. He loves the view of your ass bouncing on his lower abdomen as you try to work to bring both of you over the edge. Don't be surprised if you find him spreading your ass cheeks just to see the view of your sweet cunt taking him oh so nicely. He can feel himself drooling as he stares at your puckered hole, sticking a thumb in it as he watches you cum so fucking hard for him, clenching his thick cock so hard that he finishes inside you with a deep grunt. He's also heavily into spanking, most definitely uses it as a punishment when you act particularly naughty. Bending you over his knees with ease before ripping your clothing and undergarments off. Might feel bad if you sob and wail just hard enough and let you off the hook with 15-20 smacks but won't let you get away with it all the time. Wants to try anal but is too shy to ask so you have to take some hints.

"Oh fuck- you feel so good around me, darling. You clench around me so tight when I push my thumb in your..other hole, oh yes, take that cock-"

©ambrosiaa— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated

—TAGLIST ꔫ @luvyein

[yunhohours]

ATEEZ: Top 5 Kinks

request: idk if you’ve done a post like this,,,but ateez’s top 5 (or even top 3) kinks?? and i love your blog so muchh.

a/n: this request has been sitting in my inbox for two years (i'm so sorry). granted, i wasn't posting for one of those, but still. my b.

p.s. the kinks are not necessarily in order

hongjoong

restraints - he'll say he likes this because he gets to have you under his control, but he equally likes it if you ever turn the tables on him. frankly, he might even like it more when you restrain him.

temperature play - this one definitely goes both ways. his body is very sensitive, so doing something like taking an ice cube to it will have him shivering violently. he likes doing it to you too, though. he'll watch with fascination as hot wax drops onto your stomach, making the muscles tense in response.

lingerie - this one's a no-brainer. he very much appreciates good style and has an eye for aesthetics, so there's simply nothing better than seeing you in a pretty little piece. he will take you shopping and buy his favorites.

dry humping/clothed sex - i must reiterate how sensitive hongjoong is to stimulation. it doesn't take a whole lot to get him riled all the way up and once he's at that point, he does not want to stop and take the time to get undressed and all that. he also likes the idea of you being so desperate for each other (especially you for him) that you have to have him now.

cockwarming - to put it frankly, he just likes to torture himself sometimes lmao. like yeah, he really does love the intimacy of cockwarming, but he loves seeing how much he can take, too–not that he would tell you that.

seonghwa

perfume/cologne - truly, seonghwa loves all the atmospheric parts of sex–lingerie, lighting, occasionally some music. but when you wear a fragrance he likes, it goes right to his dick. he will not be shy about inhaling your scent, letting himself get drunk off it.

threesomes/sharing - to get this out of the way, you belong to seonghwa. he isn't into this because he likes you being with someone else. he does, however, love you with every single fiber of his being and wants nothing but the most mind-blowing pleasure for you. so he's happy to let someone else help him take care of you, as long as he's still your main focus.

sex toys - he likes toys for two reasons: 1) he likes going shopping for toys with you. it's like foreplay and he likes to have a pretty collection for you. 2) he likes to try them out on you to see what kind of reactions he can get.

voyeurism - this isn't something that happens often because he doesn't necessarily go out of his way to sate this kink, but if ever you two are in the position to watch someone else, you better believe you will be. touching each other the whole time, of course.

praise (giving) - this isn't a surprise considering seonghwa sings your praises all day long, anyway. but he puts a lot more effort into making you feel like the undeniable god/goddess you are when he's pleasuring you.

yunho

phone sex - you've heard yunho's sleepy voice in his voice messages and his lives. don't even play lad. he knows the affect it has on you and he very much uses it to his advantage. will call you when he knows his voice is dripping with extra rasp and play it off innocently only to be like aw~ do you like the sound of my voice~

somnophilia - likes it when he stirs barely awake in the middle of the night and fucks you until you both cum and drift off back to sleep. sleeps like a baby afterwards.

breeding - the fact that you'd let him breed you makes him fucking feral omg. uses this as an excuse to fuck every last brain cell out of you with no mercy (not that he needs an excuse for that).

orgasm denial (giving) - he will deny your orgasm over and over again with a smirk on his face and all the mock pouting he can muster. he always gives it to you in the end, though, and makes sure to love you so much extra afterwards.

finger sucking/fucking - much like his voice, yunho is also aware of the deadly weapons that are his hands. and just the same, he will abuse this power every chance he gets. always telling you to open your mouth for his fingers or ghosting them between your legs while he asks you if you want them inside you, already knowing the answer. he just wants to hear you say it.

yeosang

pet play - yeosang gets unreasonably hard at the sheer thought of collaring you. you can be his puppy or his kitten, he doesn't care. you just have to be a good pet, whatever you are, because his rules are strict.

dumbification - never one to half-ass something that matters to him, he is a master at pleasuring you. he knows all the right buttons to push and when he sees the physical evidence of his success in the form of babbling, drooling, or the inability to talk at all, he's the most satisfied.

spanking (giving) - tbh, this gives him a perfect way to peacock his strength. even if he doesn't slap your ass as hard as he possibly he can, he knows that you know how much damage he could inflict, should he so choose.

praise/degradation (giving) - he often switches back and forth in the same session. he'll be telling you how well you're doing for him one second and the next he's calling you a 'dumb little slut' for not being able to form sentences.

sexting - my guy's poker face when he's texting you around other people is unmatched for real. he will send you the most mouth-watering text with a straight face. he likes to test himself this way, seeing how much he can take before he's losing his mind to actually have you.

san

dirty talk - this man never closes his mouth when he's playing with you. he simply has to tell you every single nasty thought and idea he has. he loves it if you can talk dirty back to him, but even if you can't, he loves to see how flustered you get from everything he has to say.

face-fucking (giving) - the fact that you trust him this much <3 you giving him full ability to fuck your mouth and throat until they're sore is precious to him. he often happily loses himself in this, eyes closed and jaw slack. he won't go easy unless you need him to.

marking - san is possessive? who ever would've thought? he wants you to mark up his big, strong back with his nails and he wants to leave pretty hickies on you.

exhibitionism - he likes the full scale of exhibitionism. he's content to just have someone listening in the other room or accidentally seeing when they come into the room unknowingly, but he's also not shy to just fully and intentionally fuck you in front of other people. he knows he'd want to watch you two, so really, it's a favor to the lucky audience.

body worship (giving) - san will worship your body in and out of the bedroom, but he will take his fucking time doing it when you're naked and craving him. will kiss every inch of your body, muttering the most love-laced words as he does so. he treats making you cum like a tenet of the religion that is your body.

mingi

roleplay - omg, he has so much fun getting to play different characters and scenarios with you. he likes that he gets to experiment with different personas for himself and seeing different versions of you makes him want to bed each one.

quickies - when mingi gets the urge to have sex, he wants to have sex now. like it's physically painful for him to have to wait or ignore it. he likes having the kind of relationship where he can alert you to his needs and fuck one out really quick. he does some of his best work in these instances, tbh.

strip tease (receiving) - the way you slowly stripping just for him makes him feel so special and wanted. he'll have the biggest smile on his face and the stiffest erection in his pants.

choking (giving) - i don't think he'd even know he has this kink until you mention it to him. he doesn't want to hurt you, but he only has to try it once and see that you're perfectly alive and well to want to do it again and again. once he gets comfortable with it, he will choke tfff out of you too, if you want him to.

overstimulation (receiving) - he lowkey but highkey loves when you take the control from him and make him a moaning, pathetic mess. it's incredibly easy to overstimulate him and every time you do it, he feels like he floats out of his body by the end.

wooyoung

spit kink - he just gets so fucking cocky about the fact that you'd let him do something so "nasty" as spitting in your mouth. it's an easy way for him to constantly prove your devotion to him to himself. every time you willingly open your mouth to accept his spit, he knows you're not going anywhere. doesn't love the idea of you spitting into his mouth in theory, but will occasionally succumb to it when he's really desperate.

mutual masturbation - he looooves a lazy, playful session where you're seated on opposite ends of the couch, watching each other get off. neither of you has to do too much work and he can make all the teasing remarks he wants because his mouth isn't otherwise occupied.

filming - he films more for the art of it than for any sexual reason. however, once again, he likes that you let him film you. he loves how you let him position you this way and that and follow whatever he says so he can get the best shots.

intoxicated sex - whether it's alcohol or something else, wooyoung loves to have sex when you're both fucked up. it's always messy, unorganized, and spontaneous. just how he likes it.

degradation - this isn't the first time we've talked about wooyoung's degradation kink on this blog, but i'd be remiss to not include it. he likes talking shit to you and he likes it when you talk shit back. it will arouse him quickly every time, and it won't stop until you're both too busy catching your breath to speak.

jongho

thigh riding - discovers this kink when you're extremely needy one day and take to attending to that need yourself–on his thigh, of course. he enjoys watching you satisfy yourself so much that he will sometimes tell you to just use his thigh when you come to him all needy. watches with hearts in his eyes.

guided masturbation - this usually happens on a video call. he will be completely clothed, just sitting in his desk chair, while he tells you how to take off your clothes for him and how to touch yourself for him. he's so casual about it that it makes you want to get a reaction out of him, but he'll maintain his composure. at least until he gets his hands on you next.

make up sex - unlike you might think, jongho doesn't like make up sex because it's desperate and intense and the like. he actually really likes it because he uses it as a time to show you how much he loves you. it's very soft, slow, and focused on you. the intimacy is unmatched.

teasing - jongho loves to go through a very normal day with you, casually dropping suggestive words or lingering touches in a place that's just barely appropriate. does it all so coolly that no one else is the wiser, but you're dying.

watching porn together - he'll use this time to discover new things you're into, but his favorite part is when you can't handle it anymore and have to have him. you're so cute when you're crawling on top of him and begging him to touch you.

[sashasmenu]

Hey beautiful, i heard you weren’t feeling great today? Want to talk about it?

Oh, you overate today and now you’re scared you’re going to gain weight?

Lovely it’s ok let talk about it.

First i want you to take a deep breathe and remember we are going to get through this together.

Ok, now let’s talk about why you won’t gain weight from one day of overeating. So it takes approximately 3,500 extra calories to gain weight. Most people need 2,000 calories a day (even more than that if they restrict often). Your body also burns around 10 percent of its consumed calories to digest what you ate. So assuming all of this is true, you would have to consume 5,889 calories in one day to gain a pound. That’s about 53 slices of bread, or 10 McDonalds big macs. Chances are you didn’t consume that much. And even if you do cha cues are your body will let most of those calories just pass through you because it’s overwhelmed.

But you’re scared still? Why?

Oh, it’s because the number on the scale went up 3 pounds???

Oh my gosh you must have eaten 13,000 calories then!!! I’m just kidding, that not what happened. Here are some things that probably actually happened;

- You ate salty food; This causes your body to retain water which weighs a lot. Don’t panic though you will pee it all out within the next day or so.

- You’re backed up; Poop weighs a lot, and when you restrict you tend to get really backed up. Eventually you will pass all of it and go back to your normal weight though. If you need help i recommend eating more fiber, or using MiraLax (or another non stimulant laxative) if you’re really backed up. Also try drinking more water.

- There is food in your stomach; There is currently food being digested in your stomach and intestines and it has weight. This may make your scale read heavier before the food is fully digested.

- You drank a lot of water; Water is heavy! You need it to survive and function, but when you drink it does make your scale go up temporarily. But don’t worry you will pee it all out soon enough.

Now here are some things that didn’t happen;

- You gained weight over night; Literally not possible for this to happen, i promise.

Ok now that we cleared that up let’s talk about what we are going to do tomorrow.

The best way to avoid overeating is to eat enough. Usually we overeat because we restrict for so long that our bodies are basically forcing us to eat.

Think of it like sleeping. If i decide i want to stop sleeping in so late, what should i do?

If i go to bed really late, then just trying to wake up early won’t work. I need a certain amount of sleep for my body to function. No matter how hard i try, i’m either going to sleep through my alarm, or crash later in the day. And it’s not my fault that my body needs sleep.

The only thing that will work is if i go to bed earlier. If i need sleep sent my body that won’t help, what will help is if i stop restricting and instead change my behavior to give my body what it needs.

Now let’s apply that to food. The best way to avoid binging and overeating is to eat the right amount and allow our bodies to be satisfied. You deserve to eat what you need, and if you don’t let yourself have it, your body might force you anyways.

Now that we’ve talked that through i think you need a virtual hug, and to know that i love you and care about you. You might not think you’re sick enough, or that you’re too sick, but i promise recovery is ready for you.

❤️

[candycandy00]

The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 3

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex. Blood. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader. This is dark and quite intense!

Extra Note: I usually hate dropping random Japanese into a fanfic but I just had to incorporate his “Gambare, Gambare” line because I ascend to a higher plane of existence every time he says it in the anime (there is literally nothing I wouldn’t let Junichi Suwabe do to me). Also this chapter is entirely from Sukuna’s perspective.

It was nearly sundown when one of the shrine maidens reported to Sukuna that the offering was awake. They had cleaned her up and bandaged her wounds while she slept, and now she was in one of the side rooms, eating. 

He was lounging on a pile of pillows on the dais, absently looking through some of the material offerings that had just started to arrive at the shrine’s doors. He held up a beautiful silk robe that had been stitched with an intricate cherry blossom pattern, and found himself imagining the offering wearing it. 

He could see the pale pink color of the robe against the girl’s flushed skin, could see how the silk would glide across her body and cling to the wetness between her legs. He could see himself ripping it off her, could see her crying because she’d never worn something so fine in her miserable little life and now it was in tatters. He even imagined spreading it on the floor and fucking her on top of it, staining it with her blood and a mixture of their cum, then making her wear it again. 

“Lord Sukuna?”

The shrine maiden’s uneasy voice interrupted his daydream. He looked down at the bowing figure before him and said, “Yes? What is it?”

“I asked where you would like us to take the offering once she is finished eating,” she replied, never looking up. 

He rubbed the silk between his fingers and said, “Take her back to the bed.”

“Yes, Lord Sukuna,” the woman replied, getting to her feet without ever raising her eyes. 

“And have her wear this,” he said, tossing the lovely pink robe to the shrine maiden. 

She caught it deftly and gave another bow before leaving. 

Sukuna stood up and made his way to the bedroom, trying to decide what he would do to the offering tonight. He had plenty of ideas, ways to make her cry and scream in agony, ways to make her moan and cling to him as pleasure wracked her fragile body, ways to get any sort of reaction he wanted out of her. But something had occurred to him this afternoon and it had filled him with irrational annoyance. 

The offering had only climaxed when he used his mouth or fingers to stimulate her, never from being fucked by him. It shouldn’t have bothered him. After all he’d never cared the slightest bit about such things before, but he couldn’t help feeling irritated. So he decided: tonight she would cum on his cock. Multiple times. He would make certain of it. 

Once in his bedroom, he removed his own robe and climbed onto his bed, where he sat with his back against the wall and his legs stretched out in front of him. While waiting for the offering to appear, his mind wandered back to the fantasy he’d been imagining on the dais. His hand moved down to his cock and began lightly stroking while he pictured the offering in all sorts erotic or horrifying situations. 

By the time the shrine maidens announced their presence, he was rock hard and ready. 

They stepped into the room with their faces lowered, and behind them came the offering, wearing the pink cherry blossom robe. She got down on her knees and bowed as low as possible, and Sukuna dismissed the shrine maidens immediately. 

From the bed, he stared at her submissive form. While seeing her bow to him was pleasing, he wanted to see her whole body. “Stand,” he told her, and she did as he commanded. 

Now getting a good view of her in the robe, his breath almost caught in his throat. She looked so delicate and innocent in the robe, he wasn’t sure he’d have the patience to stick to his own plan for the night. 

Her eyes were instantly drawn to the raging erection he was still idly stroking. Like always, her eyes were glossy and frightened, but also unmistakably aroused. He still couldn’t quite grasp why she was so horny for him at all times, even when he hurt her, even when she was terrified. But that mystery was a part of why he found her so entertaining. 

“Th-thank you for the robe, Lord Sukuna,” she stammered out in that sweet voice. “I’ve never worn something so beautiful before.” 

Ahhh, there it was. Now he wanted to destroy it in front of her, to ruin it in some disgusting way and then tell her that’s all she deserves to wear and-

His eyes met her face, and she was smiling. It was the first time he’d seen her full, joyful smile, and it was far more lovely than he expected, so lovely that it derailed his train of thought entirely. 

He stopped stroking himself. He didn’t need to anymore. Her presence in the room, the smell of her skin, the certainty that beneath that fine robe her succulent little pussy was wet and needy for him, was more than enough to keep him hard. 

“Open the robe,” he told her, “but keep it on.”

That smile slowly slipped from her face, her cheeks reddening as she untied the sash and pulled the robe open. She was bandaged from her chest to right above her navel. There were a few faint red spots here and there to mark where she had been cut. 

“Come closer,” he commanded, and she stepped over to the bed. When she was within reach, he extended one arm and touched her bandaged breasts. With his fingers, he parted the white strips of cloth so that her pretty nipples stuck out between them, exposed, then he looked her over again. The bandages with their small blood stains, the way they squeezed and shaped her breasts, the hardening nipples peeking out, all made a very lurid sight. Then his eyes shifted down to her pussy, glistening with arousal, clear fluid already beginning to drip down her thighs. 

He used one finger to rub up her inner thigh, collecting a sticky drop. She flinched and tried to press her thighs together, obviously embarrassed. He licked the finger clean and wondered why she still felt shame over this. Did she not realize how pleasing it was for him to know he had this effect on her? 

“Climb onto me,” he said, and she blinked in surprise, then looked at his erection and seemed to understand what was happening. 

There was terror in her eyes, but also desire. She hesitated, then very carefully climbed onto the bed beside him. “How should I-“

“Face me,” he told her, and pulled her into his lap. With his height, they were at eye level with each other even with her sitting on him. She was a grown woman, but to someone as monstrously strong as him, she was practically weightless and had no more strength than a young bird. Her knees were on either side of his lap, her bottom resting on him, her slick pussy pressing against the underside of his cock, which was pointing at the ceiling. 

For a moment they just stared at each other. She was blushing again, probably intimidated by the extremely intimate position. Their faces were inches apart, and she had no choice but to look him in the eyes. Then he leaned even closer and said in his lowest, sexiest voice, “Get on my cock and fuck me until you cum.”

She drew back from him as if she’d been slapped, but his firm hands on her hips kept her in place. Her face was red as blood, her lips parted, her eyes becoming even more shiny and moist. Again, that glorious battle between fear and lust, all playing out on her face. 

He gave her hip a quick, light slap that made her cry out in surprise, and said, “You heard me.”

She looked so uncertain, so deliciously naive, that he couldn’t suppress a laugh at her expense. 

Her eyes darted back to his face. Was that… a hint of annoyance? At him? The audacity of it made him laugh again. “I’ll help you get the tip in, then it’s all you,” he told her. 

She nodded, then placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up. He positioned his tip in the right place, just barely going inside her, then moved his hands back to her hips and waited. 

After several seconds of looking like she might faint from sheer panic, she finally began to ease herself down. After he was only halfway in, she winced and halted, her knees holding her up. She stayed that way, seemingly frozen, until he sighed and said, “You’re going to have to move at some point. Or can you really cum like this?”

She closed her eyes, her hands gripping his shoulders so tightly they might have hurt a normal man, her legs quivering on either side of him. And then she moved, just slightly, making shallow little thrusts. They were wholly unsatisfying to him, but watching her clumsy attempts to fuck him were amusing nonetheless. 

He spoke into her ear, “I hope you have a lot of stamina. It’s going to take you all night to cum like this, and you’re not getting off me until you do.” 

Upon hearing that, she took one hand off his shoulder and reached down, tentatively touching her swollen clit with her fingertips. 

He immediately grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. “No, you’re not allowed to touch your clit. Cum only from the feeling of my cock inside you.”

She made a pitiful whining sound and returned the offending hand to his shoulder, her eyes still closed. 

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he said, and she obeyed. While maintaining eye contact, he asked, “You’re always drenched for me, so why can’t you cum when I fuck you?”

She had tears in her eyes as she kept trying to move up and down on his shaft. “Because you’re so rough with me, Lord Sukuna. It hurts too bad.”

“Then you should thank me. In my infinite kindness, I’m allowing you to control how deep and how hard you get fucked.” 

She said nothing more, but he felt her slide down a little further, her movements increasing in speed. She had nearly found a rhythm. She moved in a circular motion, and he felt his tip hit a spongey spot that caused her to release one of those little moans that he loved so much. 

Her hands slid from his shoulders to press into his abdomen, right below his navel. The pink robe slipped from her shoulders and pooled around her elbows and waist, revealing her bandaged breasts and pert nipples. Her eyes shifted down to his bare torso, seemingly enjoying the sight as her moans became louder. 

“Look me in the eyes,” he said in that low voice, and he could see goosebumps spreading across her flesh. He grinned, then added another command, “Announce when you’re about to cum.”

Her eyes flew open and she looked mortified. “I… I can’t!”

“Do it or it doesn’t count.”

She whimpered, but kept moving, kept looking him in the eyes. 

She was getting close, he could feel it. She kept moving in a way that caused him to hit that spot she liked so much, her moans getting longer and closer together. 

He decided to help her out just a little. He put one hand in her hair, threading his fingers gently though the strands, and pulled her closer to him. With his lips grazing her ear, he said in such a soft, low voice that it was almost a whisper, “Cum for me. You have the great Ryomen Sukuna’s cock buried in that tight little pussy of yours. Think only of that. Concentrate on how I feel inside you, and cum while looking into my eyes.”

He pulled her back enough that she could look at him, and the expression of pure arousal on her face made his cock twitch. She mumbled something he didn’t hear clearly between her moans. 

“What was that?”

“… c-cumming,” she murmured, her eyes darting away from his for a split second. 

He smirked at her. “You have to speak clearly so I can hear you.”

Her voice was just a little louder when she said, “I’m about to cum…” And again she briefly looked away when she said it. 

His fingers were still in her hair, so he tightened his grip and held her head still. “Stop looking away. And be louder.”

Her eyes locked on his, and he saw that she was nearly in tears. “I’m cumming,” she cried out, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ahhhh!”

He felt her pussy clench him tightly as her body tensed up. She sat there, eyes frozen on his, her entire body twitching and convulsing until her orgasm finally passed. Then she collapsed against his chest, panting heavily, her weak legs somehow still holding her up. 

Sukuna had watched all this with amusement, but his own desire was totally unfulfilled. He’d told her she could control how deep he went, but how could he resist going deeper when this warm, wet little thing was over halfway down his cock, her body trembling against his? Even his willpower wasn’t that strong. 

His hands moved to her hips, and before she could react at all, he jerked her all the way down, his entire length disappearing inside her. The shocked expression on her face made him want to laugh. She’d gasped, her eyes widening and instantly filling with tears, her soft hands pressing against him as if she could push herself back up. But he was holding her down firmly, thoroughly enjoying how this angle allowed him to penetrate her even more deeply than the other times he’d fucked her. 

“You haven’t made me cum yet,” he told her. “Don’t be selfish and pass out before satisfying me. Now start moving.”

She was shaking, looking at him as if he’d betrayed her. “I can’t,” she cried, “it hurts!”

He reached up and stroked her hair in a comforting manner, and in a sweet voice he spoke savage words: “Ride my cock until I cum into your womb, or I’ll paint the entire shrine in your blood.”

Her face was stricken with horror, but she gradually began to move again. It seemed harder for her this time, as she was practically impaled, but she’d just figured out how to move in a way that felt good, so she tried repeating the motions from earlier. It worked, evidenced by the short moan she released. 

Sukuna grinned, using his hand in her hair to hold her head still, not allowing her to look away. He wanted to watch all the delectable emotions in her eyes as her body was caught between pleasure and pain. With his free hand he squeezed one of her breasts, then used his thumb to circle an exposed nipple. She was moaning again, filling his ears with such glorious sounds. 

“You’re doing so well, taking me so deep,” he whispered in her ear, “but you can take me harder too, right?”

She shook her head while maintaining eye contact, but she was clenching him again, breathing harder, making an actual attempt to move faster. He moved his face closer to hers and ran his tongue across her lips, parting them and invading her mouth, letting his own saliva drip onto her tongue. He pulled away and said in a voice that he knew would send shivers through her whole body:

“Gambare, gambare…”

The result was immediate. She clamped down on him and cried out, “Ahhh! C-cumming!”

He was pleased that she remembered to say it, and he enjoyed watching her lose herself to her climax, but her movements had slowed considerably. She was leaning on him, her weak body nearly spent. 

“Don’t stop moving,” he said, his voice low and threatening. 

She whined but picked up speed again. It looked like such a struggle for her, keeping his massive erection so deep inside, moving up and down while her orgasm was still wracking her body, keeping her teary eyes locked on his. She was still using that motion that caused him to hit her sweet spot, and she was so sensitive from cumming twice in a short amount of time that she was working her way to another climax.

But he didn’t want the pleasure to completely overtake the pain, so he pinched her nipple harshly, making her wince and grip his shoulders. 

Disappointed by her reaction, he moved his hands to her waist and lifted her up, then slammed her back down. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, as if she had lost her breath. 

“Not going to scream for me?” he asked. “That’s the fastest way to get me off.”

He lifted her up again, but as he did so, she suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching him as if doing so would make the pain bearable. He suddenly remembered the sight of her radiant smile while thanking him for the robe, and his hands faltered. She eased back down onto him, as deep as before but nowhere near as hard. 

“Lord Sukuna…” she murmured, tightening her arms around him, moving up and down slowly, carefully. He could feel every part of her, from her breasts pressed against his chest to the walls of her drenched pussy, to her delicate hands gripping him. 

His hold on her hips tightened, and he pulled her down so that he was as deep as possible when he shot his seed into the very core of her being. Even after he had bottomed out, she still clung to him, not moving off him. 

He pulled back enough to look at her face, and found her usual lusty expression. He laughed. “Do you like being stuffed full of me that much?”

She didn’t answer, but she moved as if to climb off him. He stopped her and said, “Take off the robe and throw it to the floor. You don’t want to stain it, right?”

She nodded, looking embarrassed for not thinking of that herself. She slipped the robe off and dropped it beside the bed, then she eased herself off his cock, wincing. 

His cum, hers, and a small amount of blood poured out and spilled in his lap. He didn’t mind, but she seemed distressed by the sight. “Ah, there’s a mess, Lord Sukuna,” she said, rolling off him and sitting up on the edge of the bed. 

He grabbed a blanket and wiped it all up, then tossed the blanket aside. The offering stood up and bent down to retrieve the pink robe from the floor. She carefully folded it into a neat square, then smiled again and hugged the bundle of fabric to her chest. She looked so happy, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

“Do fine clothes please you so much?” he asked her as he scooted down so that he was lying on his back. 

She looked at him and then back to the robe, a faint blush on her cheeks. “It is beautiful, my Lord, but more than that… it’s a gift from you!” She turned her face away shyly, but he could tell she was wearing an ecstatic expression. 

He blinked, surprised by the fact that he liked looking at her this way. He’d never once wanted to see someone happy, to see them smile. He craved suffering and misery for everyone around him. But just this once… perhaps seeing someone’s joy wasn’t so bad. After all, he was going to kill her once the festival ended. He’d never left an offering alive, not even in other villages that held similar festivals. He watched her hugging the robe and extended his hand to her. “Come,” he said, pulling her back into the bed after she laid the folded robe on the nearby dresser. 

He pulled her on top of him and threw a sheet over them both. She looked at him curiously, but he was already starting to fall asleep. For perhaps the first time in his life, Ryomen Sukuna fell asleep with a woman in his arms. 

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