#jus lemme manhandle them a little

[narancias-headband]

Doing this to La Squadra

Apologies, that TikTok just... Inspired me...

Okay so... That link broke?? It was a TikTok wherein men would take a shot, then get a glass of water thrown into their face before receiving a hearty slap. Soooo... That's the basis here. 😅

And I think I'm gonna just...

NSFW - 18+ - Minors DNI

Risotto

He's gonna have to be drunk drunk first. Probably gets peer pressured by the rest of the team to let you. Handles it like a champ; doesn't flinch, doesn't whine, just takes it. Oh, but that slap did something to him. He's a bit scary the rest of the night, dark and intense. Don't worry, he's not mad. He's literally just really horny and doesn't know what to do about it. He might make that your responsibility.

Formaggio

He thinks it sounds kinda fun, and he's not even that drunk. Excitedly gets in position and gives you this big cheesy grin. It was not as fun as he expected, but he's a good sport. He laughs and smiles as he readjusts his jaw. It hurt a lot more than he thought it would. Will ask you to kiss it better sometime later.

Prosciutto

Shoots you down immediately. Says it sounds barbaric. Once someone says that 'he's just scared' you see his jaw tense. Not wanting to be seen as a coward, he sits across from you, straightens out his jacket, looks you dead in the eyes and downs his shot. You better be ready to follow through. This is about him proving something now, and you're here to make that happen. He's very tight lipped about the whole thing afterwards. He's not letting you know how he feels. Lets his hair down since it's all wet now anyway. 👀

Pesci

When you explain what the plan is, Pesci is terrified. He can hardly down a shot anyway, and now you're going to splash him with cold water and slap him across the face? He's going to take some serious convincing and peer pressure. If/when he finally caves, do him a favor here; make the slap look worse than it is. When he's able to brush it off better than anyone expected, he gains some massive respect with the team for a while.

Ghiaccio

He's not into the idea. At all. But after a few insults from the team, he's angrily getting ready for it. He's got something to prove, I guess. He's got quite the scowl going on until your hand hits him. Whoops... Was there some pent up anger in that slap? Maybe. He probably deserves it, though. He tries to stay stoic, but man that slap did something to his brain. He hates that he liked it somehow. His scowl stays plastered across his face, but if you watch his eyes intently, you'll see them shift to a dreamy, faraway look. He's going to be extra mean to you for a while because he's bad at emotions.

Illuso

He's more worried about the splash of water than anything else. Will whine about not wanting to get his hair wet. Once you concede to not splashing him, he's game. Downs his shot and sends the cockiest, most shit-eating grin your way. Why did you let him weasel his way out of the splash? He deserves it. This slap isn't nearly enough of a comeuppance for the cocky bastard. Or... Maybe it was. It hit much harder than he expected, and now he's kind of mad that you went through with it. He's going to be pouting all night about it. You're gonna have to do some serious sucking up in order to get back on his good side.

Melone

Is excited for anything that makes your hands touch him in any way, shape, or form. He's fidgeting in his seat, amped on the anticipation, as you get ready. Full on moans when you hit him. He's the worst. Genuinely hopes this becomes a new tradition. He'd love to get slapped by you again. He bruises like a peach and he'll soon have a hand shaped purple splotch across his cheek. It makes you feel awful, but don't worry, he loves it.

[killxio]

no good | onyankopon

word count: 520 [2 min read] | ✪ content warning: fingering, cum eating, clit slapping, slight manhandling, established relationship

onyankopon x reader / boyfriend!onyankopon x reader

✭ boyfriend! ony fingers you on his lap and slaps your clit.

your boyfriend onyakopon is back to the headboard and you’re ontop off him, getting the sonic coins finger-fucked out of you and holding onto your orgasm for dear life as per threatening demand.

“oooohh shhhitt,” you mewl, pushing yourself up by grabbing his thighs and trying to escape his fingers.

ony lands a swift slap to your clit and wraps his free hand around your neck, “stay fuckin’ still. you’n wanna know what i’ll do t’you if i gotta cuff you mama.”

the stinging sensation halts your movements and has you back on his lap, ass jiggling over his hard dick.

you’re left wondering what you could’ve possibly done today to deserve this, and truthfully you’ve been on your best behavior, ony just wanted to fuck you real good tonight and he couldn’t do that if you kept squirming away.

you kick your feet out, thrashing slightly until his grasp on your neck tightens and his legs push yours down.

but the issue here is ony wasn’t just prepping you- he was teasing. torturing, even. telling you to hold onto your orgasm so you’d squirt on him. he wanted you messy tonight without the wait of making you cum a bunch of times over, he just wanted you to wet up his dick.

“pa- daddy ohmygoddd please jus wanna cummmm, please please please please” ony smirks at your sudden switch to daddy instead of papa, knowing he’s pushing you further into submission.

“if i let you cum you gon’ squirt on me, baby? make it real wet princess or you gotta keep holding it.” he asks, pausing between the question and the sentence to start kissing your neck and the valley between it and your shoulder.

“hahhh- yes baby, m’finna squirt for you jus lemme- please i…” you’re cutting yourself off, loosing your train of thought as your wetness runs down his knuckles and between his fingers.

he releases your neck and instead moves to rub your dripping pussy, massaging your clit. the added stimulation of the bud sends you into your orgasm, arching your back off of him as he rains down praise upon you.

“let it out, that’s my good girl. such a good fuckin’ girl for me, huh?” he asks, knowing you’re not going to answer him, you can’t answer him.

his and your sleep clothes have been long discarded— so your wetness is wets the sheets, his dick and a little of his lower abdomen. mostly his hands and tattooed, veiny forearms that he’s yet to remove from your cunt.

he continues penetrating you through your orgasm, eventually slowing down along with the circles his fingers are making around your clit, no longer being able to keep the tight circles he was making as your orgasm was making it too slippery.

you spasm once or twice, taking harsh and heaving breaths, as he slips his fingers out of you and slides them into his mouth, choking you lightly in the process.

“tastes so fuckin’ good…” he pops them out and his lips are now glossed, “now let’s get you to do it on my dick.”

[our-smooty]

The Munchies

Fandom: Gorillaz

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: 2doc

Tags: Food Porn, 2doc, whipped cream, unsanitary, gross, trans 2D

Summary: “You will get this place tidied up and ready for Noodle’s birthday,” Russel had growled before he left Kong that morning. He was taking their guitarist out to get an outfit for her birthday party, which meant the two other band members were left with getting everything ready. Including the cake.

“You will get this place tidied up and ready for Noodle’s birthday,” Russel had growled before he left Kong that morning. He was taking their guitarist out to get an outfit for her birthday party, which meant the two other band members were left with getting everything ready. Including the cake.

“How many eggs are we supposed to put in this again?” 2D asked, holding the carton precariously over the mixing bowl. Murdoc was fiddling with the stove, trying to get it set to the right temperature. With no answer, he plopped a few, whole eggs into the batter for good measure.

“Stupid piece of shit!” he shouted, kicking the oven door. The singer jumped at the loud banging. “There we go!”

The kitchen was a complete tip, as usual, though the mess from the batter added a new layer of grime. It was just a boxed cake mix, all they had to do was add eggs, water, and cook it. So far so good.

“Ok D, pour that in the pan and we’ll pop it in the oven, easy as pie!” Murdoc said, adjusting the temperature.

“Or as easy as cake!” the singer added, doing as he was told. The batter looked a little lumpy, but that wasn’t a big deal, right? He gave it to Murdoc, who set it on the middle rack and.

Murdoc looked around the kitchen and at the other. The younger man was covered in batter and cake mix powder. 2D had a little bit on his nose, right at the tip, and the bassist reached up to wipe it off.

“You’re a mess, Stu,” he laughed, wiping the batter off on the other’s shirt.

“Hey! That’s not fair, I did all the hard work!” 2D frowned, then got a sly look on his face. Before Murdoc could ask what he was doing, the singer wrapped the bassist up in a big hug, effectively getting him covered in the goop as well.

“What the--!” he shouted, trying and failing to wiggle out of the taller man’s grasp. It was no use, and Murdoc was about to give 2D a shove or punch to get loose when he noticed a can of whip cream on the counter. They were supposed to use it on top of the cake, but...

“Hah!” the bassist exclaimed, grabbing the can and directing the nozzle straight at the singer’s face. 2D sputtered and let go of the other man in surprise. Murdoc continued holding down the nozzle, getting whipped cream all over the floor and everything else within reach.

“That’s not fair!” 2D whined, holding his hands up to keep the confection from getting in his eyes. Murdoc wasn’t showing any sign of stopping, so he looked around for a weapon of his own. His eyes landed on a bowl of sprinkles and he took action.

From that point on, it was war. Both men threw cake decorations and anything else they could find at each other, laughing the entire time. At one point they were huddling on either side of the kitchen island, tossing fistfuls of sprinkles like grenades. 2D was at a disadvantage, being too tall to get behind the island fully, and he was quickly running out of ammo. He only had one other option, and in a flash he darted around the counter, charging the bassist with a handful of whipped cream.

He took three long strides up to Murdoc, hand outstretched and ready to smack and cream right in his face. Unfortunately, the floor was slippery with dessert, and he started sliding. Murdoc could only watch on as the singer slid into him, knocking them both to the floor, 2D on top.

“Bloody fucking Hell!” Murdoc swore, trying to sit up but slipping back in the mess. Stu fared just as poorly, his legs splayed out at awkward angles.

“Ouch…” he whined, twisting this way and that, trying to disentangle himself from the bassist. It was no use, and in fact, every time he tried to get up he made things worse, pressing their bodies closer and closer together.

“Stop wiggling you bloody idiot!” Murdoc snapped. The singer didn’t listen, and the bassist began to lose his patience, each movement brushing their hips together in the most delicious way. “2D stop moving!”

“But Murdoc--!” the younger man cried. He was sticky and sore and something was poking into his belly that made him really uncomfortable. He wanted to get up and take a long, hot shower.

Satan, the singer didn’t even know what he was doing, did he? Murdoc bit back a moan, feeling himself harden against the pressure over his crotch. Finally, when he could take it no longer, the bassist sat up, taking 2D with him. The younger man yelped as he was manhandled into the Satanist’s lap, their faces inches apart.

“Lemme up Murdoc!” He was squirming again, and the bassist let out a low growl at the feeling. That was enough to make the singer stop and glance down at where their bodies pressed together. “O-Oh…”

“Yeah, oh,” Murdoc mocked, brushing his hands along the singer’s sides. “You’re in trouble now, Dents.” The way he said it sent shivers down the singer’s spine. You could never tell with Murdoc.

“I-I’m sorry!” he whined, arching his back a little and pouting. The bulge in the bassist’s pants was more obvious now, how had he not noticed before? The thought of a little mid-afternoon friskiness wasn’t exactly unpleasant, especially with the hungry look on Murdoc’s face.

Murdoc growled, taking the younger mans hips in his hands and making him sit still. 2D continued to pout and wiggle enticingly, knowing how it turned the bassist on when he did. Murdoc’s grip tightened further, nearly to the point of pain, but 2D loved it.

“Mmm, you’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you Dents? Gotten yourself all messy,” Murdoc said, leaning forward to lick a spot of whipped cream off the other’s cheek.

“Don’t tease!” Stu said, arching into his touch. The bassist chuckled darkly, grinding his hips against the singer’s in slow, small circles. “You’re the one who sprayed the whipped cream all over the place.”

“Don’t sass me, Bluebird,” the older man warned. Stu huffed but was quickly silenced by the feeling of sharp teeth against his neck. Murdoc began to lick and bite at the pale skin there, leaving purpling marks everywhere he went. “Delicious.”

“D’you always get off on baking?” Stuart laughed breathily, tilting his head to give the bassist better access. He tried to speak evenly, but Murdoc's teeth against his skin made his voice shake and wobble.

“Only when I'm doin’ it with pretty, blue-haired morons,” Murdoc answered. His hands began to wander from the singer's hips to other places, pinching and rubbing all of 2Ds most sensitive spots. “You tastes good.”

“S'cause I'm covered in cake stuff!” Murdoc was a mess as well, and the singer wondered what cream and sprinkles would taste like off his skin. The bassist didn’t bother replying, too busy with the other man’s belt and fly. Within seconds he was shoving a hand past Stu’s trousers and pants, feeling the heat and slickness inside.

“Murdoc!” 2D wailed, thrashing around the Satanist’s lap. He knew first hand how good Murdoc could be with his fingers.

“Ah, that’s pretty mate,” the bassist praised, gently taking the other’s clit between his fingers and rubbing. Stu whined highly, his grip on Murdoc’s shoulders tightening to be almost painful. It wasn’t long before they were both moaning into each other's mouths.

“Murdoc, you gotta--” the bassist cut him off by pushing him off his lap and onto the floor. Stu was seconds away from telling the older man off when he noticed that Murdoc was actually scooting back to take off his own trousers and pants. He got the hint then and quickly kicked his the rest of the way, then shucked his shirt. He left the binder on, but he knew Murdoc wouldn’t mind. This wasn’t the first time they’d slept together.

As soon as Murdoc was naked he was back on the singer, pushing him to lay down on the cold, sticky tile floor. He crawled overtop of the younger, leering down at his body. His hungry stare gave Stu an idea, and he reached out a hand, grabbing one of the discarded cans of whipped cream.

The singer angled the nozzle towards himself and sprayed a line of cream from his belly to right above his cunt. The bassist’s eyes lit up immediately, and he leaned down to lap at the delicious treat. His long tongue wriggled over Stu’s hip bones and into his belly button, making sure not to miss a single spot. The singer writhed and arched, beginning to regret spraying so much.

“P-please jus’...” he trailed off, bucking his hips up to get his point across. Murdoc ignored him, now sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh of the singer’s belly. “M-Murdoc! I-I want more!”

“More of what?” the bassist asked, skipping over 2D’s core to kiss and bite at his thighs. The singer whined and reached down, tangling his fingers in Murdoc’s hair and practically forcing him to press his face into his pussy.

“Fine, fine. Needy one aren’t you?” the bassist said, rolling his eyes but also finally, finally, prodding his tongue between Stu’s folds. Murdoc knew what he was doing, tonguing the singer’s clit and thrusting two fingers inside him. 2D’s grip on the other man’s hair was brutal, but Murdoc didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seemed to spur him on, eating the other out with gusto and lots of sloppy wet sounds.

The singer made his gratitude known with lots of vocals. Each thrust of Murdoc’s fingers or swipe of his tongue would be met with a loud cry from Stu. He couldn’t even feel the sticky sprinkle covered floor below him, couldn’t smell the cake baking. Everything was a pinpoint, narrowed in on the feeling of his throbbing cunt being masterfully eaten out.

“I-I’m -g-gonna--” Everything was tensing and rising up up up until he crested over the peak and came in a gush against Murdoc’s face. The bassist watched him as he came, working him through it until he lay flat against the bed, twitching from overstimulation.

As he came down, Stu threw an arm over his eyes, groaning softly. His whole body felt like rubber stretched just a bit too far. A nap sounded really good right about then, but he could feel Murdoc moving around in front of him and knew they weren’t done yet.

The bassist was sitting back on his knees watching 2D, a can of whipped cream in one hand, the other wrapped around his own cock. He smirked as he shook the can and sprayed a little whip topping onto his dick, still watching the singer the entire time.

“Come’on Dents, time for you to have a taste,” he said, tossing the can aside. Stu had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Even though it was kind of ridiculous, he sat up and scooted forward so he was eye level with Murdoc’s prick.

“That’s it, good boy,” Murdoc praised as 2D licked the confection off with slow, careful laps. The singer really did enjoy sucking the other man off, but he was so boneless and tired after his orgasm he couldn’t quite bring himself to be as enthusiastic as usual. Luckily that didn’t seem to be a problem for Murdoc; the bassist was moaning and grunting with each lick, his breath hitching when Stu finally took him in his mouth.

“Mmm, take it darlin’,” he murmured, cradling the younger’s head in both hands. “You gonna let me fuck your face?”

He nodded a little, letting his jaw go even more slack. Murdoc groaned and began thrusting into his mouth. He was surprisingly courteous, not gagging the singer or pulling his hair too hard. Stu rewarded him by wiggling his tongue against his slit and moaning. That made the bassist’s eyes roll back. 2D had to suppress a smirk at the sight.

“Oh, yes, yes that’s good, Bluebird,” Murdoc praised as his thrusts got faster and more erratic. “You’re gonna make me cum, Stu, oh shit--!

Murdoc came with a grunt, holding the singer’s head tightly against his hips. Stu did his best to swallow everything, but a little bit dribbled out onto his chin, mixing with the whipped topping from before. Eventually, Murdoc relaxed and pulled his softening cock from 2D’s lips with a satisfied sigh. 2D brought an arm up to wipe his face, coughing slightly but still smiling.

“Good show, Stu,” Murdoc said, straightening up and stretching. 2D was going to say something back, something sexy or maybe sweet but he was cut off by the shrieking blare of an alarm.

“What the--?” he screamed, hands flying up as he scrambled back towards the cupboards. Murdoc didn’t startle as easy, and he immediately seemed to understand what had happened.

“Tha cake! You bloody idiot, you forgot about the cake!” he shouted at the singer. 2D covered his face with his hands, whimpering.

“Y-you were the one handlin’ the oven!” he said quietly as the bassist fussed around the cooker. Murdoc didn’t hear him, luckily, too busy pulling out the blacked husk of what could have been a birthday cake. He set it gently on the counter, still naked. Stu watched the smoke rise from the pan and looked around the ruined kitchen.

“Russel’s gonna kill us…”

“Shut up, Faceache.”