#like you know that ‘tap tap tap’ men do with their dick on your cheek

[anilovie]

wanna be slapped in the face with ani’s dick so hard i forget my past and can only communicate through hieroglyphs :(

[mixingandmelting]

You Know Other Men Meme HC

Summary: when he gets randomly jealous while cuddling on the sofa and you tell him he’s the most jealous man you know feat. Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, and Damian

Dick

“You know other men?”

He’s offended. Shocked. Insulted. Disappointed. 

Like who are the other men??? There were other men???

Snaps his head up and looks at you with either eyes that can probably beat Batman’s when he’s angry or the saddest, puppies eyes you’ll ever see on the planet though the grip on your waist says otherwise

Starts questioning you who these “other men” are and goes from wanting their information including address to phone number to since when you started knowing them or where you met them

But when you tell him “I know only one man and it’s you”, he’ll quickly melt - getting all dopey with a silly smile on his face as he peppers kisses all over you

Cuddles into you more though asking for you to look at something else. If not, he’s going have to use a different method to get you to listen ; )

Jason

“Yeah and you better remember it.”

It’s not confidence in himself that makes him say it - rather, it’s knowing that you chose him and would always choose him over anyone else

Like, what is there to compete? All the other guys (cough Bruce and Dick cough) are already sucking it since he’s winning with having you, the best thing in his life

Plus, since you made him yours, you’re stuck with him for eternity whether you like it or not 

Does playfully pull you into a suffocating bear hug, enjoying the warmth of your body seeping into his

Chuckles if you play along and tap his biceps, shoulder, or chest, spouting “uncle”, “I lose”, or something that’ll show you surrender

Gives you a kiss on the lips or cheeks before going back to critic and rate whatever you were looking at earlier

Tim

“You do realize I’m the only man you know?”

Rolls his eyes and pretends your comment isn’t bothering him - after all, knowing you inside and out, there are no “other men” other than him

He’s awful at hiding it though when he starts to nuzzle into the junction where you neck meets your shoulder to hide his disgruntlement

Shuffles and pulls you closer to him, trying to “imprint” himself on you. Whether it’s conscious or subconscious that is yet to be decided

Play with his hair and tell him “yes and you’re the only man I also love” will earn a warm grin from him

That or him hiding his face into your shoulder with the tip of his ears burning red as his Red Robin suit

Either way the arms around you won’t loosen up for a while, going back to cuddling in his embrace. This time with him not minding what you’re looking at making a comment here and there, mostly jabbing at your taste

Duke

“I thought I was your man?”

He’s so confused by what you just said

What do you mean “most jealous man I know” - you know other men??? Is he not your only man???

Literally will start overthinking and confront you on whether you actually have starting seeing people behind his back

Has his head-up with an “excuse me?” written all over, needing to confirm you aren’t hiding anything based on your expression

Only to feel silly and embarrassed when you give him sass e.g., “are you not the only I’m dating?” or “do I look like I have another man besides you?”. Especially if your eyes are deadpan

Poor guy ends up hiding his face, becoming the smaller spoon. Dies but appreciates if you snuggle closer to him and pat him

Damian

“You know other men?”

Does the same thing as Dick but much angrier and more hissing

It’s going to take a while to calm him down especially when he’s ready to end things there and then with plans to also take down and ruin those “other men’s” lives

Listen. You are his and only his. How dare you have other men besides him???

When you tell him “you do realize you are the only person i’m dating?” that gets him to put the katana down

He’ll ask you who these “other men” are and realize they weren’t there from the start. Not when it’s his siblings and father

He just grumbles about how you should’ve said that from start and expect you to go back cuddling with him, head pats and all other expressions of affection to comfort him

Will succumb and completely “forgive” you if you give kiss on the top of his head 

[anxiousbabybird]

Love and Deepspace men x fem!reader slightly unhinged and NSFW HCs, PART 2!

Once again, minors do not interact! I made you guys a part 2 of my current thoughts. No plot or card spoilers in my comments or reblogs, please and thank you 💙

Part 1

Rafayel

Have you met this man? He wants to know where you’re at and who you’re with at all times. So jealous. It’s probably in your best interest to forget other men exist once you’re dating him

Convinced you to suck his dick while he’s painting to see if it helps convey emotion into his painting—he accidentally pushed the paintbrush through the canvas when he came

Loves when you ride him��it’s so cute watching you bounce on him and use his body for your own pleasure. This also allows him to sit back a little and enjoy every sound you make, every facial expression, every feeling. Of course he does eventually get bored and flips you onto your back for his turn

Before you’re dating, he persuades you into being a nude model for him. He takes his time caressing your skin and telling you he has to “feel” the art, lets his hands wander and linger as he moves your body little by little until you’re in the exact position he wanted. Spends hours staring at your naked body, pretending to draw it (he finished his sketch hours ago but he doesn’t want you getting dressed yet)

Kinks/fetishes: biting, marking, breeding, spit, primal, spanking, mirror sex, praise, wax, shibari, choking, exhibitionism

Loves a pussy job—just sliding his cock between your folds and tapping at your clit like he’s knocking on a door until he cums all over you. Loves this for two reasons: 1) you look exquisite with your clit swollen and body spattered in cum, and 2) the banter between the two of you during a pussy job is top tier. It’s not quite degradation, but you’re both going back and forth in the most teasing way, riling each other up.

Has the biggest praise kink. He thinks he might actually die if you don’t tell him how amazing he is at least 12 times a day

Part of the pretty dick club. It’s actually perfect—thick but not too thick, long but not too long, nice veins wrapping around and well groomed at the base. Some would say it’s perfect.

Xavier

Sometimes when he’s flustered by you, his body emits a soft glow because of his evol. You notice it for the first time when you surprise him with a kiss to his cheek. He glows a little brighter the first time he kisses your lips too.

He’s fallen asleep during sex before. Usually after several rounds, he’s cum twice already, and you’re laying on your sides on the bed and he’s lazily thrusting into you from behind and all of a sudden he stops. Sheathed inside you and an arm around your waist. When you look over your shoulder, he’s sounds asleep and already softly snoring. You have no choice but to do the same, falling asleep in his arms and keeping his cock nice and warm all night

His favorite position is missionary where your legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s slowly, deeply thrusting into you. He likes seeing every expression on your face, really feeling you sucking him in, hearing every breathy moan you try to hide from him. And he likes that he can kiss you whenever he wants

Likes to read at night, even though he falls asleep doing it. When you start staying nights at his place, he convinces you to read out loud to him and you do that every night until he falls asleep with his head on your chest.

Kinks/fetishes: hair pulling (he likes when you give a little tug), overstimulation, marking, cum play, face sitting, cockwarming

Loves fresh flowers and brings you new ones every week. He thinks they’re pretty and hopes you appreciate them the way he does. Sometimes he buys them or sometimes he picks them from some lush patch in the forest. Always takes some for himself so he knows when they start dying and he needs to get you new ones.

Loves to lay his head in your lap so you can play with his hair

The kind of guy who will keep his hand holding yours no matter what because he wants to make sure you’re staying beside him. Sometimes takes one of your hands and puts it in the pocket of his sweatshirt with his just so it stays warm.

Zayne

He was very opposed to fucking in the hospital at first but then on a day he was super stressed, you stopped by and sucked him off under his desk while he reviewed charts and he was able to successfully perform a surgery other doctors thought was inoperable—he was more lenient on sex in the hospital after that

Kinks/fetishes: size kink, spanking, brat taming, choking, degradative praise, impact (spanking/flogging/paddle), breeding, edging/denial, thigh riding, dirty talk

Has absolutely bent you over his knee to spank you when you’re being a brat and talking back to him all the time with no regard for your own well being. All he wants is to take care of you because you never take care of yourself. And he would take the best care of you.

Cunt smacks. No further explanation needed.

Favorite sex position is prone bone. He likes hitting it from the back because sometimes the prolonged eye contact that can come with facing each other makes him uncomfortable. But doggy style isn’t what he wants because he wants to feel your body against his, holds you as close as possible. This position works best because every inch of him is atop you and he can feel your body there beneath him, he gets to tuck his head into your neck to bite or kiss or moan into, he’s close to your ear and can whisper filthy things or tell you how close he is or how good you feel around him, and most of all, this position has him so fucking deep inside you that he swore nothing in this life felt better the first time he entered you in this way

Allergic to saying nice things to you 98% of the time.

He runs cold because of his evol and sometimes when he cums, it feels like ice inside of you. Made you scream in surprise the first time but leads to some fun temperature play where he uses his tongue to warm you up after. He’s also often cold and loves to curl up against you and tell you that you’re his heater.

#ThickDickClub

@luffysprincess @seraphofthesimps @adaurielle

[c0llisiion]

★Pairing: lee know x bang chan + f!reader

★genre: smut

★: npr, drabble , threesome , bf!minho x reader x chan , filth , oral , cum eating , unprotected sex — lmk if i missed any!!

★W/C: 916

A/N: 2 posts back to back?! wrote this fic back in oct of 2023 and was js letting it rot in my drafts 😭 so I finally decided to post it hehe FIRST SKZ FICS AH- enjoy pookies <3 (p.s i was rlly h0rknee for minchan when i wrote this so please have mercy.)

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

  "Fuck fuck fuck fuck" were the only words echoing throughout the room, along with the sound of your skin clapping against Chan's abdomen. "Fuck c-chan, right..the-re," you said in between loud moans. Chan was fucking you mercilessly. Ass up, and your face is buried in the pillow, collecting your hot tears.

You could feel a pair of eyes burning into your body as Chan kept fucking you. It was your boyfriend. Minho. He was sitting in the corner, watching every move and analyzing every sound you were making. To begin with, it was his idea to have Chan fuck you. He insisted on it. “Fuck Minho How are you ever able to control yourself when you are with her ... F-fuckkk” Chan said. But Minho ignored his words and just kept staring at you. He was growing jealous. Hearing you moan like this over another man's cock was not sitting right with him. Minho got up from his place and climbed on the bed to face you. Chan got the signal and pulled your arm back, and his pace slowed down. This made you face Minhos crotch. He lifted your chin up using his fingers. You were looking up at him with teary eyes and a fucked-out face. His eyes were filled with lust and rage.. "You liked getting fucked by other men, huh?" He said it tauntingly. You shook your head. "Look, how well you are taking Chan’s cock? It feels good, right?" You shook your head once again. He slapped you, not too harshly. He leaned in closer. "Now don't say that, baby. You know how much it will hurt Channie Hyung?" Chan thrust harshly into you, making your face contort in pleasure. He looked at the older man and gave him a wink. You could see the way he was grinning. "Do you want to have Channie's cock or my cock inside of you now?" ,, "Y-y-you" he shoved his fingers into your mouth. Playing with your tongue. "You are not going to get it, love." Your face turned sad. Minho put his hand behind your head, gathering a handful of your hair. He pulled out his dick. "Let me fuck your face." He said it with a devilish smirk on his face. "Open wide, doll.." Chan leaned in and whispered in your ears. Minho tapped your cheek with his dick, and you opened your mouth willingly. He quickly shoved it in and started fucking your face. Your eyes filling up. Loud, muffled moans left your mouth as Chan started abusing your puffy cunt once again while Minho fucked into your mouth with no care. His grip on your hair tightened as you gagged and spasmed around his length, your throat perfectly molded for his dick. Minhos eyes were closed and his head thrown back; eyebrows furrowed as curses left his mouth. “S-shitt… You are doing so well, baby..” he said while pushing away the stray hairs on your face. Chan, on the other hand, was fucking you into tomorrow. His hands were on your ass cheeks, spreading them as he observed the way you sucked in his cock. "Minho, look at how well she is taking me … “ he praised you. Minho smirked. “Ya hear that slut? You like being someone else’s fuck toy, don't you?” You moaned against his dick. You felt Chans dick twitch inside of you, as well as Minhos, signaling that they were close. “Im going to fuck!” Chan loudly cursed at how you clenched around him. He eventually pulled out, the sudden emptiness making you whine and cry more. He started jerking himself off, trying to reach his final high. Minho did the same; he made you lay on your back as they both kneeled in front of your face. Their hands were picking up pace as they started jerking themselves. curses after curses left their mouths. You laid there as you fondled with their heavy cum filled balls. “G-give it to me.. please.. fuck- i need your cum all over my face…” 

Chan busted over your chest and body. A heavy load of his creamy, clear cum coated your sweaty body. You moaned and coughed, spreading the mixture all over your swollen tits using chans Hand. Chan groaned as he watched you take his fingers and put them in your mouth, sucking and licking his cum-covered digits with a sultry smile. You turned to Minho before using your hands to guide his own down his length. “Cum on my face minho.. need it so bad… i need you.. come on you can do it..” you encourage him, as he seemed to be struggling. “Fuck-“ Minho grunted as he watched suck on his tip while you stared into his eyes. Within a blink of an eye, Minho shot his load onto your face. You let him paint your face with his cum. Your eye getting glued shut by the sticky substance. He took deep breaths, his eyes focused on the way your lips licked his cum off of them. Minho’s thumb scooped the glob of cum that was on your eye before spreading it over your clean lips and pushing his thumb through your lips for you to suck on. He had a shit-eating smirk on his face as he watched you. You turned over to look at Chan, who laid next to you, caressing your bruised hip. You gave him a smile.“Was I a good girl?” You asked both of them.

“The bestest girl.”

A/N: THANKS 4 READINGGGG! ILYSMMMM reblogs and comments are appreciated! Lmk if I should write more skz smut eheh

[tasiawrites]

Aot men x black reader who is feeling a bit insecure

Cw: smut, mirror sex, recorded sex and whatever else y'all finna tell me

Connie

He found out when you were adding stuff to your cart but never asked for his card to buy them, when he asked you why you just off-handedly mentioned that you weren't pretty enough to pull it off. Incorrect.

Now you were sat on Connie's lap. His rough fingers played with your clit, while his dick rubbed against your sweet spot. “Look at the phone mama,” he whispered in your ear. You whined as you watched yourself cum on his dick. You watched as your tits bounced with each thrust. You tried to look away as the camera panned up to your face showing you what you looked like as you came all over Connie's dick. “Look mamas, look how pretty you are,” Connie said kissing your cheek as your pussy fluttered around him in both embarrassment and pure arousal. “Now put the next one on, we're not done.”

Eren

You had been at a party and overheard some people talking. Saying shit like Eren could do better than you. It hurt a little bit as you looked over to where a model-like girl was talking to him. You believed it for a second.

That didn't last long. Once you go home Eren realized something was wrong now he was fucking you an inch from insanity. “Ren I'm sorry slow down,” you whimpered pushing your hand against his hips in a futile effort to get him to stop, or slow down. It wasn't working, he kept fucking you like a man on a mission. He slapped your hand away. “Nah, this is what you get for listening to bitches shit talk,” he said angrily as he plowed through your pussy making your juices fly everywhere. “Gonna come ren… please,” you begged. He just leaned down and captured your lips in a sensual kiss as you came all over him. He slowed down with his forehead against yours. He looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. “you know I love you right?” You nodded in affirmation. Eren smiled, “Good, now turn around and catch this nut, ion wanna hear any of that shit again.” He said slapping your ass as an indication for you to put your face down and ass up.

Armin

You had taken too long to come and watch a movie with him. He found you standing in front of the mirror looking at yourself with a look in your eye he didn't like. At all.

Your thighs quivered as Armin stopped again. “C’mon princess, keep going or I'll stop again,” he whispered against your pussy. His blue eyes looking into your brown ones. You looked away in embarrassment as the sight of his face covered in a mess you made in this situation was a bit much. “I- I'm pretty,” your voice cracked into a moan as you felt him dive back in eating you out slow and sweet. “I'm smart,” you said again trying not to cover your face in embarrassment. Armin making you affirm yourself was embarrassing enough, but if you stopped or said anything he didn't think was good enough he would stop. “I'm p-perfect,” your thighs clenched around his head as he sucked on your clit gently. “Min, m gonna come,” you begged trying to both push him away and pull him closer. He just hummed as he looked up at you through your legs. You came with a loud moan. He pulled away and brought his face close to yours. “you're sexy,” he said, pressing a kiss on your lips. “Think you have one more for me princess?” He asked rubbing his tip against your folds.

Onyakapon

His girl? Insecure? No, not possible. 

“Onya, please,” you begged, closing your eyes. “none of that,” he growled in your ear. “You're gonna be a good girl and watch me fuck my pussy and watch yourself cum on your dick,” he pressed a kiss on your temple. “Fuck you talkin' bout you ain't fine,” he kissed his teeth in annoyance as he held your face forcing you to watch yourself bounce on his dick. You watched as your pussy creamed all over him messily. Your eyes followed it down his balls and watched it drip to the floor. He tapped your face making your eyes flutter back upward. You met your eyes in the mirror. You took in how utterly fucked you looked. There was drool slipping down the side of your face, your eyes were lidded and teary, even your hair was fucked up. You closed your eyes and tried to hide your face in Onyakapon's neck. That wasn't sliding and your eyes shot wide open as he lay a slap on your clit. “Eyes in the mirror baby, ion wanna see you do that again,” he tsked fucking you harder. “Onya, gonna cum,” you cried, your nails digging into his arm as he began to play with your clit while somehow bouncing you harder on his dick. Your thighs shook as you came, squirting all over the mirror. “That's it cum for me pretty girl,” he kissed your cheek, licking off the tears that escaped your eyes.

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝ PUSSY PRIVILEGES ARE GONE ❞

— talking about pussy + one mention of “dick privileges”, whiny satoru, poly! satosugu x afab! reader, serial manspreader + sassy man Suguru, black reader in mind :3

“You can’t do this to me.” Silence. “Baby, pleaseee!”

“Nah.,” you scoff. “Over with, pussy privileges are gone, and that’s final.”

“All because I don’t like the nickname?,” Suguru asks besides you, head cocked like a puppy.

You tug at Satoru’s strong hold around your waist. “Yep. Can’t get a kiss, can’t give my boyfriend a nickname. You two don’t love me anymore.”

Suguru crosses his arms over his chest, sinking further into the couch, traces of a pout falling over his face. He sighs. “What’s wrong with just calling me Sugu?”

You fight helplessly against Satoru, ignoring his continuous whining as he pulls you back into his lap. “What’s wrong with calling you ‘Papa Sugs’?”

“You can’t be serious.”

Huffing, with Satoru’s overdramatic and agonized moaning in the background. “Pft. Imma show you some damn serious.”

Suguru’s chuckle, exasperation creeping up the edges. “Sure. You’re gonna ban us from your pussy for…?”

“Indefinitely.,” you grunt, finally prying yourself from Satoru’s grip in his shock at your response.

“Baby!,” he whines, blinking shiny blue eyes at you beneath white lashes. “Baby, I-“

“Ohhh, so now I’m baby?”, you tease, rolling your eyes. “I wasn’t baby when you weren’t kissing me back, loser.”

“It was a joke!” Gojo puffs out his cheeks. “I’m a changed man, I promise.”

“Oh, okay.,” you smile at the knit of his brows. “You’re gonna be a changed man, alright.”

Satoru falls over into Suguru’s lap, stuffing his face into aforementioned man’s shirt and whining a muffled ,”You sooo hate us.”

“Whatever.,” you brush them off with a wave of your hand, heading to the kitchen. “Consider it a lesson in punishment.”

Six days. Just shy of a week before Suguru shows signs of cracking, because Satoru couldn’t withstand this whole thing to begin with. He’d tried everything from begging to gifts to taking your ‘dick privileges’, and then being immediately thwarted with a flick of your vibrator.

“That thing’s gonna replace us?,” Suguru snorts, nibbling the inside of his cheeks.

“It’ll do for now.,” you giggle with a raise of your chin. In truth, it didn’t even come close, but you’re far too petty to admit that.

“Can’t believe that is gonna get more action than me.,” Satoru groans into the pillows. “I’m gonna die at this rate.”

“Good.,” and he jolts up with wide eyes at your response. “I’ll make an example out of you for Geto.”

Satoru drags himself up to pout in your direction. "You could at least call me Satoru, he's the one you're upset with about names."

"No, first names are for boyfriends only."

Suguru lays sprawled out on the bed, legs spread open in retaliation, tapping around on his phone. "Oh? And when did we lose boyfriend privileges?"

"Since just then."

Both men narrow their eyes at you, glancing at eachother before Suguru massages a temple, lids fluttering as his eyes roll to the back of his head. "Fine, we're terrible boyfriends. Happy now?"

You adjust the towel around your chest, and disappear into the bathroom for a shower. "Nope, but I'm glad y'all know."

Ever dramatic, Satoru points an accusatory finger at Suguru. "This is your fault, she didn't take these privileges until you and that whole Papa Sug nonsense!"

"Well, you started it."

Their bickering raises bouts of giggles in your throat. Water spouts from the shower head when you turn the knob, and you tinker for a few minutes to get it to a temperature of your liking. At the sound of your 'ahem', both men go silent.

"First one to join me in the shower gets pussy privileges ba–“

There's a sound of rapid scuffling, Satoru's 'ow!', and then a flash of dark hair as Suguru slams and locks the door behind him.

"Not fair, I fell!," Satoru whines from the other side, jiggling the knob.

"Desperate are we?," you flash your tongue at Suguru as he strips bare.

"Mm." comes his quiet response, not wanting to fully admit this little game of yours was a lot more painstaking than he let on.

"Does that mean I get to call you Papa Sugs now?" Before he can open his mouth, you add, "If not then you gotta get out."

"Yes, kick him out!," Satoru pipes in, door now wide open and you notice the knob is not as attached as it was before.

Suguru sighs, throwing his shirt in Satoru's face before pinching your waist, and he smirks when you give a small yelp. "Fine."

[papaya-twinks]

what about perv!LANDOSCAR x innocent!reader? idk if you ever wrote anything with 3 people but maybe reader being a new intern for mclaren and she is really shy around them so landoscar decide to do something about it, with smut ofc

Warnings: smut, 18+, threesome, blowjob

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader x Oscar Piastri

“Who the fuck is she?” Lando asked, eyes wide as his gaze landed on you. “She’s pretty,” Oscar mused, eyeing you up as Lando smirked. “She’ll be fun, a new intern by the looks of it,”. Oscar hummed, walking forwards as Lando followed, knowing what the had in mind. “Hey,” he said, making you squeak and look up, seeing the men behind you. 

“Hi,” you said, cheeks red. Wow. First day on the job and both F1 drivers were already talking to you. That’s something off the bucket list. “New intern?” Lando asked, your attention moving to him. “Cool, well, we can use some help,” Oscar said, not quite bothering to let you finish. You nodded, following them both down a corridor. 

“So, you’re like an assistant?” Oscar asked, eyeing you as you scampered beside him, wearing a simple white dress, your hair tied with a bow. “Yeah,” you said, walking between both of them. “Can you do some stuff for us?” Lando asks end. Of course, he wouldn’t start with sex straight away, no, he wanted to find your barriers first. 

You nodded, walking into an empty room with them, as they sat on the edge of an old massage bed. “Get me a coffee,” Oscar said, watching as you turned around and rushed to get it for him. “She’s quite easy on the eyes, huh,” Lando said, once you’d left the room. “Quite so,” Oscar hummed, watching as you rushed back with his coffee. 

“Good,” Oscar said, as Lando turned. “Can you get my phone?” he gestured to where he’d left them on the table. You picked it up, handing it to him. “Good girl,” he hummed. You didn’t take any notice of the nickname, not really thinking anything of it as Lando’s eyes raked your body. 

“Come here,’ Oscar said, drawing your attention to him as you walked up to him, standing in front of him. You watched as the Aussie parted his legs, pulling you to stand right up against his chest as Lando smirked. Still, you thought nothing of it. 

“Name?” Lando asked, as you realised neither of them knew your name, as you knew theirs. “Y/N,” you said. “Y/N,” Lando repeated, the name rolling off his tongue, almost as if he was savouring the taste of it. “So, Y/N,” Oscar said, traces of mock affection in his voice, “would you do anything for us?”. You nodded. “It’s my job,”. 

Lando thought for a second, before he stood to stand on your other side, beside the Aussie’s thigh. “Get on your knees,”. Your innocence was a curse to you, not that you knew, and a blessing to both the McLaren drivers. Oh, the things they could do to you because of il you complied, falling to your knees in front of Oscar, your dress riding down, 

You watched as Lando moved to lock the door, before unbuckling Oscar’s trousers, his cock springing as you shrieked, his length hitting your cheek softly. Your lips parted at his dick, throbbing and semi-hard. You watched a Lando unbuckled his own trousers, his cock smaller than Oscar’s by half an inch but, thicker. 

You watched as Lando moved behind you, positioning you on his lap but between Oscar’s legs still. You hadn’t said anything, not entirely sure what to do - you’d agreed to do everything they said, so that you were gonna do. “Open,” Oscar instructed as Lando worker at removing your dress, before kneading the soft, sensitive flesh of your thighs.

Your lips parted as Oscar tapped his length to your cheek, his eyes trained on you as he pushed into your mouth, his head reaching the back of your throat instantly as you gagged. Lando dipped his fingers into your wetness, the feeling of overstimulation tearing at your core as Lando moved his finger, before sitting you onto his cock. 

“Pretty,” Lando mumbled as Oscar held your head in place, rocking himself into your mouth. You gagged a few times, spluttering round him as Lando moved you up and down, your eyes widening at the feeling. You could feel Oscar speed up, desperate for his own release as you and Lando chased your own. “So good,” Lando mumbled, eyes locking with his teammates momentarily. 

“Close,” Oscar muttered, gripping onto your hair as your own orgasm washed over, your eyes rolling and body spazzing slightly against Oscar, his cum pooling down your throat in small bursts. Lando carried one for a few seconds, before his own orgasm hit, his cum shooting in thicker ropes, more than Oscar’s as he slid out of you, your eyes wide. 

“Good assistant, she is,” Oscar mused as you sat back, coughing a bit. 

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#391

“What? You think you are done faggot?  Get back into place.  I said, ‘Faggot, get back into place.’  No, no, no, you ain’t Kevin no more, not after I saw four men take turns spit roasting you.  You are Faggot from this point on.  Now it’s my turn to bust my nut….

“This changes everything between us.  About time it does.  I’m tired of hearing about Jesus.  When my right-wing cousin asked me to take the 20-year-old son of a friend of hers along with me to see if he would like truck driving, I was reluctant.  She told me you were a quiet boy who needed to come out of a shell.  I filled out all the paperwork with the company so you could ride with me. 

“Bend over the picnic table with your cunt pointing at that garbage can.

“When we met, I knew you were a faggot right away.  You followed me into the men’s room.  I started to get a boner right there.  I saw you glancing at my dick at the urinals.  I knew it was going to be a great two weeks together.  But not ten minutes in my cab, I was hearing how much you love Jesus, and I knew this was not going to be good.  And we hadn’t even started rolling.

“Now pull apart your cunt lips and push some jiz out. 

“So before we left, I called my cousin.  She told me that you are the son of her Baptist preacher and it would be a great favor to her to take you out and show you real America.  Now my cousin doesn’t know that I’m a total fag fucker.  So instead, I called two of my fellow drivers, Barry and Jimmy.  You just met them; Barry was the first and Jimmy was the third guy to spit roast you.  We drive for the same company on the same route on the same day.  As you are Barry’s type, he wanted you ASAP.  That’s why we are here at this rest area.  That and this spot has this picnic table out back away from the eyes of the casual traveler.

“Push some more out.  I want a good glob on my cock head.  Damn, this cunt has been used before.  And I’m not even talking about just today.  It’s obvious that you also have experience in servicing and serving men.  Your second fucker was this trucker that followed you and Barry back here.  And he was slapping your face when Barry was plowing your cunt.  And it wasn’t a love tap; it was a man properly using and abusing a faggot.  He even used a fistful of you your hair as a handle.  You seemed to take that roughness like it was nothing.

“So, I can reach over and pull you off the picnic table and push you on your knees….  Like that.  Faggot, this is natural for you, isn’t it?...  Where did you learn that you need to be treated like shit?... 

“…You met older men from those kink sites?...  …So I have a faggot to use as my personal cunt for the next few weeks?

“That face slap is for not addressing me with respect.  That’s ‘Yes Master.’  You refer to all men as ‘Sir.’  You got that faggot?...  I’m really going to like smacking you around. 

“See that glob of driver cum on my dick head?  Using only the tip of your tongue, scoop it in your mouth, but don’t swallow it.

“Now say, ‘I am a faggot whore whose only existence is to be abused by real men.  I live for cock and cum….’  …Say it again…. …Again…

“You got me leaking.  Turn your head to face the garbage can.  I want to wipe my pre-cum on your cheek.  Swallow that spunk and keep saying it.

“That’s good.  Mmmm.  Now say that you want to be abused without mercy….  And say that you don’t want to have a safe word….  So you do not want to have any say of what I plan on doing to you, and that your pleas to stop must be ignored….  Don’t look back at me; say it to the garbage can, cause that’s what you are, garbage.

“…Good that’s done.  Now suck on my dick.

“Listen up faggot.  I was talking with that second driver—the one that roughed you up while Barry was plowing your cunt.  He left back here and made a bee line to his cab.  When he came out, he looked pissed.  He had a belt already doubled up, and he was heading back here to beat the shit out of you. 

“I stopped him.  He was pissed at you.  He recognized you.  He showed me his phone.  It had a news article with a pic of you standing next to your father as your preacher father was going into the state’s senate to fights against gays.  Now I tend to stay out of politics, but even I know of your dad’s name. 

“I told him that you were being fucked by Jimmy and that random fourth guy that came out of nowhere.  He wondered how I knew the details of what was going on as this area isn’t seen from the parking lot….

“I told him to look at my phone.  Faggot, pull off my cock and look up.  Damn, you are one hungry cunt.  You don’t care about anything I have to say.  That would explain why you don’t seem interested in how I knew about everything and every guy you were doing back here.

“If you look at my phone you will see a faggot kneeling in front of a man, both next to a picnic table.  That faggot is you….  Yes, I have been watching you through my phone.  The camera is located inside the opening to the garbage can there.

“Now it’s hitting you.  Yeah, I told Barry to come up here and set it up.  He has a lot of cameras in his truck.  He streams his fuck sessions in his cab and makes a shit load of money on-line.  By default, he has a copy of the video and so do I.  So going after my phone won’t do you no good.  So get back on your knees.

“It’s interesting, I did this to blackmail you into being my total bitch the seventeen days you are with me and to get you to stop with the religious shit.  Barry was definitely game, as likes young fags like you.  Jimmy just likes to fuck.  This here was going to be a simple picnic table fuck.

“That all changed when Chuck—that would be the second driver—showed me his phone….

“…Don’t fucking say another word.  I will smack you again.  You are in a shitty spot here.  First, you are naked as a rest stop, loaded up by four men, soon to be five with mine.  Don’t bother looking for your clothes.  Barry picked up your shit and put it in his cab; you were oblivious being spit roasted. 

“When you leave this area, you will walk back to a row of semis buck naked.  After my fat hog fucks you, your gape will be more pronounced, so you will have jiz running down your legs like some goddamned whore.  Next, you were filmed doing and saying nasty things, things your Papa wouldn’t approve.  So doing something stupid like running away is not going to go well for you, as that video can be edited to hide us but showcase your talents.  Videos are easy to disseminate.  You are kinda stuck in this situation, subject to whatever sexual whims that should come to mind.

“You are going to be filmed doing nasty shit going forward, but doing one video will have the same as ten.  You understand your predicament?...  Good.  Good.

“Now get up and lean over the picnic table.  I need to drop my seed.

“…Fuck, you are sloppy back here.  The guys stretched you out enough, so you aren’t strangling my dick.  And cum lube is the best….  Oh yeah, clamp down like that.  We need to be very quick.  There’s a timetable that needs to be met.  We all are meeting up at a particular spot up ahead for our 10-hour DOT rest. 

“The things that are planned for you...,  I’m getting close just thinking about it.  You are going to be used by so many men these next two weeks.

“Damn your hair was made to be used as a handle.  Arch your back.  Try almost to stand. 

“Fuck that feels good.  You ready for my load?  Of course you are.  You are cum dump faggot who lives to take load after load.  You don’t give a shit who is fucking you, just as long as they breed you.  You fucking slut.  You whore.

“I’m gonna cum.  I’m going to flood your guts with more cum.  When I am done, you are to clean me off like a good faggot.

“Get ready.  Here it cums!  Here it cums!  Here it fucking cums!  Ahhhh Ahhhhh Ahh!... Fuck!  Goddamn, your cunt is just what I needed.

“…Atta boy.  Tastes nasty hunh?  That’s the flavor of four men’s loads.  Yeah you are a fucking pig.  I knew it. 

“…Let’s head on out.  Hold on.  Let me get that camera from the garbage can.  …OK, let’s go.

“No. No.  You are walking in front of me.  I want whoever is in the parking lot to see a naked cum whore faggot.  Walk slowly.  Better yet.  I got a fistful of your hair.  I’ll control the pacing.

“Damn.  Everyone’s gone except for me and Chuck.  Barry split and he has your clothes… and probably your phone too.  Don’t worry, you’ll get it back tonight.

“Let’s go over to Chuck’s cab. 

“Hey Chuck!...  I got the faggot here for ya!  Naked and loaded up!  Are they going to be there?...  Fucking awesome!

“OK faggot get on up.  You are riding with Chuck for the rest of today….  Awww shut the fuck up.  I don’t care what you have to say.  Chuck has arranged to have a gay biker gang join us tonight.  His condition for arranging this was he gets you tied up in his cab for the day.  Seems like a fair exchange….

“…I said for you to shut up.  Keep insisting you have something important to say, and I’ll do a lot more than slam your faggot face against his cab. 

“Listen here shithead.  I don’t give a shit about you, or what happens to you.  I don’t give a fuck about my right-wing nutjob cousin.  And I don’t have any sympathy for your father and his evil fucked up ministry.

“I control what happens to you.  And you are going in the cab of a fellow fag fucking driver, a man I just met, a man that has bondage equipment installed inside, a man that knows a biker gang.  And I’m fine with all of it.

“Chuck, get down here.  The faggot needs convincing getting up into your cab.  Bring your belt.  I can stick around to help you turn this sissy girl black and blue….

“Change your mind?  Good.  Get up there.

“He’s all yours Chuck.

“I hope to catch you later faggot…  “…Oh faggot!  I forgot to say, ‘Praise Jesus!’”

This story continues in Story #396.

[beenbaanbuun]

in the studio w/poly matz

just something short that was on my brain!! i’ll get back to answering asks tomorrow <33

words - short

genre - smut

warnings - cock warming, gagging, hair pulling, pet names, mommy!seonghwa

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sitting between seonghwa’s thighs warming his cock in your mouth while he’s watching hongjoong get some work done in the seat next to him. they keep moving their hands down to your face to gently stroke your stuffed cheeks every once in a while, giggling and talking amongst themselves whilst they soothe you with their hands. they act so casual about it all as if seonghwa’s dick isn’t prodding at the back of your throat every time you inhale. to be fair, with how regularly it happens, it may as well be casual at this point.

“you okay down there, darling?” hongjoong hums as he trails a finger along your jawbone. you nod at him with wide eyes. all he can do in return is give you a precious smile before looking back at his screen, “you’re so good for us, aren’t you? keeping mommy’s cock nice and warm while i do my job?”

you nod again - you’re honestly so desperate for their approval it hurts - but in doing so, you nudge seonghwa’s dick a little too far back. the sound of your gag fills the room, interrupting the quiet click-clack of computer keys. you shuffle back, trying to pull your mouth away so you can catch your breath, but seonghwa’s hand catches you and holds you in place

“where do you think you’re going?” he chuckles gently as he tightens his grip on your hair until there’s a dull ache at the back of your head. you whimper as he studies you with his soft eyes, the look on his face a stark contrast to the painful hold he has on you, “you know the rules, if you’ve had enough you ask nicely, hm? show us what you do.”

you tap on his thigh three times over in response and he gives you a wide smile in response.

“what a good girl,” he says, “behaving so good for us, aren’t you?”

you don’t answer because you can’t, mouth still half-stuffed with dick. if you could you’d probably bask in his praise, telling him that you are a good girl; you’re their good girl. you’d probably tell them you’re sorry for trying to pull away without asking nicely, too. maybe even beg for forgiveness if they weren’t feeling gracious enough to give it up freely. you wouldn’t be surprised - afterall, you should know better.

instead you lean your head on seonghwa’s bare thigh, ignoring the way the new angle makes your hair feel impossibly tight at the back of your head. he coos as his other hand comes to brush a few loose strands away from your face. he always does take care of you so well.

“our precious girl,” hongjoong hums, “be a good girl and stay there while i work. tap if you can’t, okay? maybe if you’re good, hwa will give you a reward.”

you perked up at that, making both the men chuckle. perhaps they should’ve known that further incentive would make you all too excited to please them. they watch carefully as you readjust yourself into a position you would consider comfy-ish, settling yourself in for the long-haul. seonghwa’s grip finally loosens, and instead his fingers gently massage your sore scalp. it didn’t look like he’d need to keep you in place anymore.

“just a bit longer, darling,” he coos, “then you can have your treat.”

[sanguineterrain]

PLS PLS PLS I'm begging you for the play fighting prompt omgggg sanne I'll love you forever (I already do but that's besides the point)

lmfao I am so embarrassed by this 🫣🫣 totally exposing myself right now but whatevs. hope u like it aud (and others). i haven't written smut in a looong time so. baring my soul rn 🫠

jason todd x fem!reader. warnings: smut, playfighting, roughness (?), sprinkle of dumbification (no one look at me), dom jason but also kinda service top jason, fingering, praise, and CONSENT! bc we consent orally here, sir. 18+ only minors get OUT (you shouldn't be here anyway!!!)

heh. anyway. crawling back under my rock now.

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"Do you think I could take you down?"

Jason raises his eyebrows at you from over his book.

"Come again?"

"Like in that demonstration Kory and Dick did today. Do you think I could do to you what she did to Dick?"

Jason chuckles, setting his book down.

"Baby, I hate to break it to you, but I think Kory's a little more practiced in combat than you are."

"So you don't believe in me. Wow. Some boyfriend you are."

"Of course I believe in you," he says. "She is a space princess, though."

You shake your head and pluck the book from Jason's hands. You make a point of sliding the bookmark in before you close it. Jason squints at you.

You wait approximately a quarter of a second before you leap forward, straddling Jason's chest. He makes a hup sound as you land, and you lift your chin victoriously.

"I got you," you say.

Jason nods, smile widening. "You got me, sweetheart."

"No, I don't. C'mon, fight back, Jay."

His eyes glitter as he studies you. Then he picks up both of your thighs and swings you both off of the couch. You land with him hovering over you, not even holding any part of you down. His hand is underneath your head to cushion the impact.

You huff. You know Jason can do better than this; you've watched him take down fifteen men in less than five minutes.

You lift your head, mouth parted in expectation. Jason understands immediately and happily complies, kissing you warmly.

You take the chance to hook your leg over his hip and throw him off balance. His hand wobbles enough to tell you that he genuinely hadn't been expecting that. Jason rolls on his side, absorbing the impact. You pounce.

"What's gotten into you?" he asks, smirking as you crawl onto him.

"You're holding back," you say, pinning his wrists down.

Jason looks at you mildly. "I told you I believe in you. You got me, baby."

He could break out of your hold instantly. Even if you were matched in strength and size, Jason has years of experience on you.

Something in your brain goes quiet and gooey at the thought. It fades as quickly as it comes.

"Play with me for real," you urge. "Show me some moves."

Jason presses his lips together. "You sure?"

You nuzzle his cheek, scruff scratching you.

"I'm sure. I trust you, Jay. C'mon, show me what you got."

He laughs, unbearably fond, and crosses his legs around your waist. You lose your grip on his wrists in the next moment, and you end up on your back. Again, Jason doesn't let you feel the full impact that he'd unleash on an opponent. He holds your shoulders when you go down to avoid thumping your head on the carpet.

Your breath still knocks around in your chest, though. The lightheaded feeling returns. You shift, pretending like you're adjusting underneath Jason.

"I can show you how to do that if you want," he says, and it's oddly sweet.

Your eyes narrow. Jason tilts his head, immediately suspicious.

"What're you planning, minx?" he asks.

"What do you mean? I'm perfectly innocent."

"Yeah, sure. I see the gears turning up there." He taps your forehead.

"Whatever, weirdo," you say, and push at his chest. "Let me up."

Jason practically scoops you up into a standing position. You busily dust yourself off even though he vacuumed last week. Jason's apartment is always spotless.

Right when you think he's distracted, you go in for the final attack. You launch yourself in his direction, putting all your weight into the advance.

At first, Jason's thrown off. Briefly, the thought that Jason feels so safe around you that he isn't on constant alert crosses your brain, and you melt at the realization.

Then he gets this glint in his eye, and squares his hips, and another feeling overtakes you entirely. He assesses you quickly, and the two of you push against each other for a few seconds. Just long enough for you to witness the emergence of a different side of Jason.

"My girl plays dirty, huh?" he says, voice pitched low.

Your head spins with how fast it happens. You've unlocked something, it seems, by trying to ambush Jason. He locks both of your wrists into his left hand, spins you around, and splays his right hand over your lower belly. Breath squeaks from your throat. Jason doesn't often remind you of your and his acute physical differences, but his large palm cupping your belly, fingers dangerously close to your waistband, reminds you that your boyfriend is at the top of the food chain when it comes to survival.

If he wanted to take you down, he could. That fact sears deliciously in your brain.

Then Jason goes in for the final blow. He pulls you in by your belly while also wedging his thigh between your legs. His ankle hooks yours, and you feel your balance topple as he pushes and pulls you.

You land on your stomach, Jason's hands still on you, and more than a little of his weight holding you down.

You throb underneath the pajama shorts you never changed out of.

All your air pistons out of you when you hit the ground, resulting in an embarrassing catch between a whine and a wheeze.

Jason's grip slackens immediately.

"Shit, baby, you okay? I'm so—"

"Ngh, Jay."

Jason freezes. His grip tightens, just firm enough to make your head go fuzzy again. His breath is hot against your ear when he speaks.

"Oh," he coos, and now you can feel nearly all of his body weight on you. His thigh is between your legs but only to keep them separated. There is no friction against your pussy, you clench around nothing.

"You like that, pretty? Like a little weight on ya?"

"Jay," you pant, wiggling underneath him. "Jay, please."

"Too much?" he asks, and the check-in just makes you wetter.

"No, n-no, want more. Guh—Jay—"

He laughs, a little cruel, a lot pleased.

"Fuck, honey. If y'wanted this, y'could've asked. Feels good, huh? Lighter? Too much on that quick brain of yours; y'need a break, don't cha?"

You've never felt like this before. You'd be seconds away from humping Jason's thigh if you could move.

"Jay, Jay—"

"Oh-oh, I know, sweet. You put up a good fight. Couldn't believe it was my girl, fightin' like that. What happened at that last part, hm? Your pretty head go empty?"

You whine, squirming as much as you can under Jason's weight. He hums.

"Didn't know how easy you get with a little weight on you. Poor baby, gotta keep your wits about you when all you want is to gush all over my thigh. You gushing yet?"

His fingers on your belly slip past your shorts, past your underwear, finally landing where you want them most. Jason gives your pussy sweet, little pets. He parts your folds, shallowly dipping his middle finger, just enough to make you clench.

"Jason, please," you beg, trying to chase his fingers.

"You wanted to play, right?"

You don't say anything, mind hot and cloudy like you've got a fever. Jason pinches your clit, just hard enough to make you jolt.

"Did the words leave you that fast, sweetheart? I've barely done anything. C'mon, you can do it. You're usually such a smart mouth. What happened?"

"Empty," you manage to say. "'M empty, Jay. Needa feel full."

"Oh, good girl," he purrs, two fingers diving into you pussy. You keen. "Good fucking girl. I can keep you full, don't you worry about that, pretty."

His fingers inside of you sound obscene. You might be embarrassed if you weren't on another planet right now.

"God, you're so wet," Jason says, and he genuinely sounds awed. "Little clit's so hard, I bet you can barely think. No wonder you're so dumb right now. Do I even have to do anything? I bet you'd just hump my thigh till you come."

His hand slips out of your pussy and you protest loudly, thrashing and gasping. Jason hushes you.

"Ah-ah, what happened to my good girl? Know all the blood from your brain rushed to your clit, but you gotta be patient, pretty. You think I'd leave you hanging? Be a crime to leave y'wet and aching."

He pulls your shorts and underwear down in one go, then lifts your hips up, slotting his thick thigh right up against your hot cunt. You immediately start to rub against him, out of your mind with the need to come.

Jason laughs. "What'd I say? I take care of my girl, don't I?"

"M-more, touch me, rub my clit," you pant out, nipples dragging almost painfully under your shirt. The carpet bites at your tits even through the fabric, especially now that Jason's given you room to ride his thigh.

You're still one hundred percent trapped beneath him, his weight pinning you down. Your arms remained locked behind your back.

"Mm. A little bossy, but I like you asking for what you want," Jason says, leaning down to nip at your shoulder.

His hand returns to your now bare pussy, and his middle finger quickly finds your clit. He swipes it a few times, then sucks his fingers into his mouth. You hear him lick them clean before he dives back in, now zeroed in on making you come.

It doesn't take long. You moan loud and long when your pleasure reaches its peak, Jason relentlessly working you over. You squeeze hard around his thigh when you come, brain syrupy and light.

"Oh, fuck, God. Look at you, yeah. That's my girl. Feel better?" he rasps, hovering over you.

You don't have time to reply before Jason flips you over, holding you down like that. He's hard, and his eyes are wild, a beautiful, blazing teal. He looms over you, and you feel inexplicably hunted.

"I think you've got another one in you," he says, pawing at the soft fat of your thigh. "Pretty girl can give me more, right? What'd you say earlier?"

Jason leans in and covers your body with his. The weight on your chest turns your brain to soup.

"Oh, that's right. Show me what you've got."

[nishloves]

hate it when you cry; multi-drabble

afab! reader | smut drabble | anime, seventeen (k-pop) | words : 400

warnings : smut, pet names (princess, angel), crying during the deed

big beefy men who hate it when you cry.

they aren't afraid to go rough on you. their hips swiveling up as they hit that deep deep spot inside you, their dick slotting against your pussy lips, your pussy squelching around them as you moan out. their hands situated roughly on your hips, their nails digging into your soft plush skin, murmuring, "mine, all mine. only mine," in their deep hoarse voice as they fuck into you, stimulating you— making you see stars as you moan out their name like a prayer and they are so motivated, so so so motivated.

until they see the round, salty liquid trickle down your cheeks as you're clawing at their back.

they immediately slow down, leaning down to press their lips over the tears, over your cheeks as their hands start to squeeze your hips gently. they are so afraid, so afraid to even accidentally hurt you. you're so beautiful, so ethereal and so precious— they know that you'll have the mind to tap out when you can't take it— but oh lord, they can't help but card their fingers through your hair, cup your cheeks with their hand and run their thumb across the tear marks on your face, pressing their lips all over your face, kissing your lips before softly asking you, their voice gentle— soft, nothing like the possesive feral man before, "are you doing alright, princess? my angel, don't cry, please?"

they beg, their pace slowed, unintentionally sinking even deeper into you as they look at you with their pretty pouty eyes.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL, wen junhui, JEON WONWOO, kim mingyu, LEE CHAN

GOJO SATORU, NANAMI KENTO, choso, hiromi higuruma

BOKUTO, sakusa, USHIJIMA, ARAN, iwaizimumi

CHUŪYA NAKAHARA, tetchou, oda sakunosuke, FUKUZAWA, fukuchi

ZHONGLI, diluc, ITTO, NEUVILLETTE, wriothesley

[dilucs-princess]

What they like to be called and call you during sex

Pairing: Geto, Gojo, Toji, Choso and Nanami x fem!reader (all seperate)

Warning: dom and sub JJK men, titles (so many and stated at the beginning of each HC), teacher/student roleplay in Gojo's dom part

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Suguru Geto (dom)

He loves to be called master. Loves how desperately you squirm and cry as he pounds into you, holding your arms above your head as he looks down at you with a smirk. But the icing on the cake is where you are just able to get out a weak "ma-master please, slow down!" He just laughs, cupping your cheek gently "Oh, my love... Mmm, but you feel so heavenly! How could I slow down? Well, maybe if you beg master, I might think about it, or I might even let you cum.."

Suguru Geto (sub)

On the very rare cases he lets you take control, he'll whisper a soft "m-ma'am..." Every time you drop yourself down on him. His back arches so beautifully and he cries out so prettily as you ride him. You can only smile down at him, squeezing his cheeks together. "Oh, don't tell me you've had enough, Sugu~". He knew this was payback but oh god, you really would ruin him.

Satoru Gojo (Dom)

He can't deny that he loves it when you call him sensei/teacher. It fuels something in him when you act like a stupid and naive school girl when he knows you're far from it. Pouting as you look at your newest test scores, bending over Gojo's desk, a soft "Sensei.. I answered everything correctly! Why is it so low?" He couldn't help but groan at the sight of you, tapping his knee. "C'mere, babygirl. Maybe you can get extra credit, hm?"

Satoru Gojo (sub)

He is completely head over heels for you, so it's no surprise he loves to call you goddess. Desperately kissing across your skin and grabbing anywhere he could, a whimper when you kick him away as if he were a dog. A small beg of "My goddess, please, I've been such a good boy, haven't I?" So desperate to touch you again, but he waits for permission <3

Toji Zen'in (Dom)

I don't think anyone is shocked, but he loves it when you call him daddy. He gets so possessive and forces your legs to your shoulders, fucking into you so fast. It's messy, it's about claiming you more than anything else. "Fuck, c'mon baby, say it again, say it again for me, yeah?" You choked back a moan, eyes rolling back as you felt your nth orgasm wash over you, a desperate plea of "daddy!" as you cum, his laugh sounding so distant.

Toji Zen'in (sub)

I think Toji would sub a lot more than others would think. Clinging onto you, whimpering a quiet "my lady.." You just smiled gently as you pushed into him, revelling in his moans and gasps. "Sh... sh, there's a good boy." You smiled lightly as another gasp left him, a desperate "My lady, please, faster, need you so bad.." You smiled, and who were you to deny him?

Choso Kamo (dom)

He adores it when you call him "my prince." He's not the best at being a dom, but call him that and it gets him going. Forcing you to your knees as he looks down at you, a small whine when you say, "My prince, please, I always follow your orders, please let me have this reward!" You pleaded before he grabs your hair, immediately shoving his dick down your throat.

Choso Kamo (sub)

He adores calling you mommy. It's the security it brings too, loves to sit on your lap as you gently stroke his cock, whimpering so desperately as he mumbles quiet pleas of "Mommy, please, I'm so, so close! Mommy, can I cum? Pretty please?" He whined, staring up at you, so desperate. You chuckled lightly and nodded, loving his gentle moans that left his lips.

Nanami Kento (dom)

He adores hearing you call him sir. He loves fingering you as you squirm on his lap, doing work so casually. Loves hearing you whimper or whine, begs of "sir!" As his skilled fingers work you open in preparation for his cock, fingers hitting that perfect spot in you, fluids leaking out of you continuously. "Sir, I need you to fuck me, please..." He just smiled, ignoring your whines and begs.

Nanami Kento (sub)

Similarly, he likes to call you mistress when you're in control. It makes him feel like he is completely at your mercy (he is). Staring up at you desperately as his body shakes from the continuous teases to his cock. "Mistress, c'mon. I need you," he murmured sweetly as you finished tying his wrists to the headboard. You hummed as you sat on the bed, a soft "no." Relishing in his defeated cries.

[ladey]

Saw your g!p Jinx posts and loved them sm😭💞 What about how g!p Jinx would do/think if fem! Reader wanted to try cockwarming?👀 I like to think she would either go crazy and not be able to restrain herself long enough, or she’d do it as a control/comfort thing, hehe.

(Also, can I possibly be -🐳 anon??)

hmm okayyy i see u anon 👀🤔

gp!jinx x fem!reader ♡

notes: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, some more of the bullet point format i’m srry😭

nsfw, minors & men dni !!

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she wouldn’t be expecting it at all. you guys had been making out for a while and after finally tossing your clothes somewhere across the room she got more and more eager to have u ride her.

hands gripped ur hips tightly when u slide down her length, walls already pulsating around her dick making her let out a breathy groan.

but then u didn’t move.

she grew in anticipation, fingers tapping against your skin impatiently. all u did was trail wet kisses down her neck, starting at her cheek then nipping her sharp jawline.

“babe, move.”

her tone was impatient, almost a little mean.

u just giggled at her, and that only made her more confused and start to believe u had something planned up ur sleeve.

“patience jinxie.. good things come to those who wait.”

that was so corny. jinx couldn’t believe it. she couldn’t control the exasperated groan that escaped her throat while her fingers dug into ur skin harshly. she sensation of ur hands running up and down her abs and ur teeth biting along her collarbone was making her brain fog up.

she tried desperately to get u to move: pushing and pulling at your hips, even moving her own, anything.

she was pleading u at this point. why wouldn’t u give her what she wanted? if u didn’t move soon she was going to take matters into her own hands.

however, she could tell u were enjoying torturing her like this.

u would giggle at her and whisper little teasing remarks in her ear. kiss her and touched her in places u knew would make her shutter and squirm. and even shift your hips just to get her hopes up.

the whole thing only lasted 2 or 3 minutes before she had u on ur back and fucking u herself. and god was it a relief for her.

she didn’t know why she let herself wait so long, why she let herself succumb to ur teasing. but she did know it riled her up, and she wouldn’t be this letting up any time soon.

now she wanted to make u scream her name until u couldn’t anymore, until she had u teased fucked brainless.

u wanted to play unfair? she could do unfair.

-

[walkingzombiegirl]

I NEED heavy butch 4 butch tension with abby anderson x nonchalant fem reader. Pleaseeee

too long to be a drabble, too short to be a full fic - i am having a brain block

The silence wasn't steady, your deep breaths creating a symphony in the air that seemed to only make the decision harder for her. She tapped her cards against the table, biting her lip while you watched.

Something was playing on TV - what - she didn't know. She tuned it out while deciding whether or not playing her hand was a good idea. But no matter what she was, or was not going to do, it felt you already knew the answer. It made her shiver.

She was aware your eyes were on her, however, she didn't look up. Instead, Abby reached forward and placed one of her two cards down, practically hearing your shit-eating grin appear.

"I win." You said, looking up at your friend with a triumphant hum and no cards in your hands. You had already put them down before she made her move, she could've punched herself.

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"You did better that time..." You shrugged, taking the cards in order to form the deck once again. "Better isn't good." Abby huffed, tossing the cards to your end of the table while you snickered in return. "You did good, Abbs, practice makes perfect. You'll be beating Manny in no time."

Your eyes flickered up at her, meeting her own for a moment. You gave her a smile, shuffling the deck as you did so.

"You're just not as good as me yet." You whispered, her blue eyes blinking in response, her head slowly moving to shake. "You're a dick." She said in the same tone, the girl then rolled her eyes and tried to not take notice of your gaze.

"I learned young, you're learning now. There's a difference." "Not when you look stupid." You shook your head, shifting, the movement making a noise in the cargo pants you wore. "You don't look stupid to me."

The silence rolled over again, the cards moving back and forth between your palms while you thought.

"Y'know... never mind." You paused, looking down while your fingers danced around the deck, moving the cards effortlessly while she side-eyed. "What?" Abby asked, but you didn't answer. "Nothing." "No, c'mon say it."

Her smile faltered, and she quickly became nervous that you noticed. However, you didn't seem to, staring at your rings with a patient look.

You startled her, eyes suddenly stared back.

"I was gonna say... you look really nice in that lamplight." "Oh fuck off." She tossed a beer cap at you, your eyes tracking it as it rolled away. "I'm serious, Abigail. Owen is an idiot." It was said so plainly she almost choked, ignoring the light pink dusting her cheeks that she hoped you didn't see.

"You think all men are idiots." She said with an obvious tone, a tight lipped smile on her face. "Yes because women don't deserve them." "And who does?" The room felt thick, almost suffocating you while you shrugged once more.

"Give it up and hand over the cards." She cut in. "No... I don't think I will." You shook your head, staring at her. "You're too... pretty. He makes me squirm." Abby rolled her eyes, reaching towards you to grab the cards. "Nothing makes you squirm, you're a-" "A what?"

You'd moved the cards from her reach, her face inches from yours. Her breath fanned your lips, head moving to tilt just the slightest.

"You know I'm right, Abby." She only stared, moving like prey caught in a trap to look at your hand, fingers wrapped around the deck of cards. Ace of hearts resting on top. "You're way out of his league."

"Was. He's with Mel now." She grabbed the deck, backing up a bit, but not retreating. "Fortunately." She didn't have to ask why.

"Play again?" You then asked, holding up a card that you'd slipped from the deck, her eyes moving down to look at it. "How-" "I'll let you win this time."

The card flipped. Ace of hearts.

"You're a dickhead." "Yeah... but you love it, be honest."

i genuinely despise this yet loved the request, i love you anon know that at least

[neosvcr]

a drabble that's been buried in my drafts for way too long

'oh princess, i know.' sungchan coos sweetly in your ear, his fingers stroking your hair leaving a trail of gentleness in their wake as he coached you through your second orgasm of the night while keeping your thighs spread apart for seunghan's fingers. your back was against his chest, the tenderness of his touch and his words contrasted with the lewdness of seunghan's fingers scissoring in and out of your sopping cunt and the squelching, a lewd reflection of just how ready you were from the both of them.

the sounds of your moans got increasingly louder as time went on, resulting in sungchan sliding his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet. both men marvelled at the way you whined and drooled around his digits. how cute.

'isn't our girl just so pretty, sungchan?' seunghan questions, only getting a simple nod from the other who was now evidently losing whatever was left of his self control. they both found you so adorable like this, when you reacted so well to them.

"are we teasing you too much, princess? want us to fuck you now?" seunghan asks before pulling his cum covered fingers out of you with a filthy squelch and rubbing on your clit. "you gonna take it for us? yeah?" both of them chuckled when you nodded in response to them, cooing softly at how adorable you were. "pretty baby said she'll take it.." sungchan whispered, as he positioned himself between your thighs.

"can he put it in, pretty?" seunghan asks sweetly, pressing a kiss against your forehead while sungchan drags his cockhead up and down your sensitive folds. "gonna let us both fuck you? d'you want that?" he continues as he brushes strands of your hair out of your face, his heart melting at the way your eyes glisten with tears of desperation. "y- yeah!" you whimper out.

"eyes on me." seunghan demands as sungchan sinks his girthy cock between your folds, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him. he swears he almost came on the spot when he bottomed out, your thighs trembling and your little mewls sounding through the room.

the feeling of him stretching you out had your mind going blank, whimpers of 'too big' leaving your plush lips. "t-too big," sungchan mocks with a shit eating grin adorning his beautiful features. "yeah? but will you be a good girl for us and take everything we give you, right?"

he was dicking you down so good, you couldn't help but get louder and louder. "shut the fuck up," sungchan warns before covering your mouth and slowing down, "if our baby can't be quiet we're going to have to stop. we don't want anyone else to here how much of a slut you are, do we?" he says through heavy breaths, "or do you want them to hear? you want them to hear how you're a desperate slut who needs two cocks inside her?" a devilish smirk was plastered on his face as he punctuates these sentences with particularly hard thrusts.

"there's our girl.. there she is.." seunghan whispers as fat tears spill down your cheek. "you're so whiny, doll. you're so, so loud." he coos mockingly, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. "need my cock in your mouth, darling? will that shut you up?" he smirked, stroking your cheek lovingly. and before you knew it he was tapping his thick cock on your velvety lips. "you ready angel?" he whispered, before pushing his length into your mouth. he sighed shakily, his bottom lip trapped between his cheek. lost in the feeling of your mouth around him, he begins sloppily thrusting. the expressions that were painted on the faces of both sungchan and seunghan drove you insane, alongside the noises they were making.

both men were using you as though you were a life sized pocket pussy. their hisses of fucks and shits through gritted teeth, driving you absolutely insane. all of you were so dumb and fucked out, drunk on each other. their thrusts getting sloppier as they continued fucking you. "so fucking filthy," one of them said, but you were so gone at that point that you couldn't tell which one it was.

"fuck princess im gonna fuckin cum," sungchan groans in your ear, his grip on your thighs getting stronger before he pulls out, jerking himself off as his cum lands on your puffy folds. he taps his tip on your clit, smirking at the way you begin squirming underneath them. seunghan groans as he grips your hair, your whimpers sending vibrations up his cock. "fuckfuckfuck- angel. you're doing so good for us." he groaned out, his voice strangled. it wasn't long until he shot his cum into your mouth, his hips bucking deeper into your mouth.

they were far from done with you.

[backmuscles21]

Problems

Recoms x Reader

Summary: You scared the recoms when the few times you had rough sex with them recently, you had some medical problems causing you to need to be brought to the infirmary. Once everything was better, the recoms did not like the new set amount of times you could have sex. - Mostly Quaritch at the end.

Warnings: smut, rough sex, implied sexual content, overstimulation, polyamory, size kink.

Once the recoms met you, they took things at the pace you wanted, which was a fairly normal pace. You didn’t sleep with them right away and once you did, you only wanted more.

You slept with them a lot.

It would be different people at different times, sometimes with two or more of them.

You were having sex a lot, like 7 times a day. And it wasn’t soft and loving slow sex, it was rough and fast. That was the best kind, all the soldiers loved it rough and loved to get their frustrations out on you. Any time one of them asked, you were ready to spread your legs for them. It wasn’t super often that you didn’t want to have sex with them, even on your period. These men and women weren’t afraid of blood, they just liked you and wanted to share intimate moments with you.

However, as it turns out, fucking recoms many times in one day becomes a problem.

The first problem was the night you had a threesome with Ja and Prager.

They had been off on a three-day seminar and once they got back, you were all theirs. They passed you around like a joint, the spit-roasted you and double dicked you. All of your bodies were dripping sweat, you were exhausted and all your muscles hurt.

The boys got back later in the day and earlier on you had already slept with Z, Miles, and Mansk. Your body was so tired and turns out that cumming three times was a lot on your body. You felt your brain get foggy and you laid back into Prager as you felt your body become numb. Your eyes were getting heavy, you were moaning that you couldn’t come again and when you got super close to cumming again, everything went black.

Prager and Ja didn’t notice right away, once Ja looked up, he saw your eyes closed and clearly limp body.

“Baby, are you okay,” he lightly tapped your cheek a few times trying to see if you were awake.

You were breathing fine, just passed out.

They pulled out and cleaned you up, Ja monitored your condition and Prager was freaking out. Ja tried to calm Prager down, you were breathing just asleep.

A few hours later, you woke up.

Prager kissed you; he was worried and finally, his body could settle. Ja checked you over and ensured you were okay.

“I don’t think being as rough as we were is good for you. We should stop being this extreme.”

“Yeah, I agree with you Ja.”

So, they were a little less rough, but that wasn’t the big problem.

You were sleeping with Lyle; this was the eighth time you’ve slept with someone today. He was deep dicking you; you knew you were over sensitive and your pussy was red and raw but you pushed forward. All of a sudden you felt this pain in your lower abdomen, by your hips. It was sharp and extremely painful, you screamed out. You were ready to tell Lyle to pull out but he already was.

“You’re bleeding, babe.”

“Take me to the infirmary.”

“And say what? How do we explain this to them?”

“We say what happened. My hips are killing me, please, Lyle.”

“Yeah, let me grab my pants and wrap you up in your sheets.”

Lyle picked you up and wrapped you with your sheet and took you to the infirmary.

He burst through the door, holding you bridal style with your hands on your lower abdomen. You had tears in your eyes, your body writhed in pain.

A doctor came over to you two, “what happened?”

“She, uh,” Lyle didn’t know how to describe it, let alone explain all the sex you were having beforehand.

“She’s bleeding,” the doctor said as she brought a bed over and had you lay down.

“I need you to tell me what happened?”

“We were having sex and I think something tore,” you said between pained noises.

“Let me see,” the doctor said as she moved the sheets up to look at where the taring possibly could be. “We will have to do an ultrasound to see what’s been affected,” the doctor continued. “It looks pretty raw and red. How many times have you two had sex today?”

“Well, it’s about, I think eight. They are all very rough and I hate saying no because I love it so much,” you explained.

“They?”

You just shrugged at her not wanting to get into it.

“Either way, you can’t have rough sex too many times a day. Two at most and make sure they aren’t too rough. We still need to do an ultrasound to see what happened and figure out a recovery time.”

The recoms weren’t happy about it, they didn’t want to stop sleeping with you. However, they knew you needed to recover.

“Three weeks!?” Lopez shouted out when you told the group of them.

“Yup. That’s what the doctors said,” you said as you sat down next to Walker.

“Well, we can still give me head. Lightly,” Zdog said with a smile at Walker.

“Sorry girls. Doctor said no sex, no nothing for three weeks.”

“So, what are we supposed to do? Suffer?” Walker said.

“It’s important to listen to the doctor,” Ja said with reason.

“But our girl?” Prager said pouting.

“I’m still everyone’s girl, just not a sexually active one for three weeks.”

“Then we respect that,” Miles said.

You spent the next weeks with your mates being celibate, they didn’t love it at first since you were all very sexual beings. But you still loved each other and you still had fun hanging out and being with them. You also still gave them head; it was torture at times for yourself but you would manage. This time was good for your relationship with them, it made you all realize your relationships were more than the physical stuff.

Even after those three weeks were up, you knew you still had to return slowly, the doctor told you no more than times a day and preferably further apart. You had to remind them quite often, although they were not as sex-crazed as they were originally. Your high sex drive didn’t stop though, which is still a good thing because you were dating eight people. Most days in the beginning felt uncomfortable because you wanted more and wanted all of them. You had to keep things to a minimum and over time it did start to wind down, but you still missed the constant freaky sex and random hall closet quickies.

But the occasional sex almost made it better, you hated that you were wrong.

You were walking down the hall at night; you were heading to the recom kitchen for a midnight snack.

“What are you doing up so late?” Quaritch asked you.

You turned around to see him standing in the hall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I was just getting a snack,” you said innocently as you bit your bottom lip.

“You must think you’re so cute.”

You smiled and giggled a little.

“When was the last time you got fucked cupcake?”

“You’re in luck. You’ve only been beaten out by Ja.”

“Good,” Miles said as he walked up to you and picked you up.

He kissed you as he brought you to his bedroom.

He lied you down on his bed and climbed over you, “fuck, I’m so glad I get to fuck you tonight. Good thing the other soldiers know how to keep their hands to themselves.”

“I would’ve bent the rules for you.”

“You probably shouldn’t, doctor’s orders.”

“So is having mind-blowing rough sex but I still do that.”

“That is why you can only do this twice a day.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.”

“Cupcake, I can be all fun.”

Miles didn’t wait long to shove his hand down your pants and start rubbing at your clit. Your back arched and your body writhed up into his, your hips kept hitting his body. You cried out as his fingers slipped into you, you were pulling him closer to you, your lips wrapped around each other fiercely.

“Take your fucking clothes off.”

“Feisty.”

You and Miles quickly stripped your clothes off, you finished first and pushed him down. You swung your leg over his pelvis and leaned forward to kiss him, his hands fell to your hips and squeezed at the flesh there.

“Are you gonna take charge?”

“No, not from you. I couldn’t. I just wanted to be on top for a little bit to see what it’s like.”

“Good,” Miles said as he flipped you over and onto your back.

He grabbed your legs and pushed them up to your sides, he didn’t give you a lot of time to adjust he just pushed in. You cried out, it hurt a little but it still felt so good. You wondered if when real Na’vi mated, if it hurt this much every time. The Na’vi males were quite big, it felt like the Na’vi females weren’t made for it.

He set such a fast pace, you were loving it, you couldn’t get enough of it. Your nails clawed at his blue back as he brutally fucked you, your mouth opened wide but no sounds came out. You were in so much pleasure, your brain was empty and foggy. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he continued to ruthlessly fuck you.

He pulled out and flipped you around onto your stomach, he lifted your hips up and slipped back inside. He didn’t stop his ruthless pounding, he just kept going. You gripped the sheets and hung your head as you moaned out loudly.

“Please, Miles. I’m gonna cum.”

“Good.”

“Just, don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Fuck, just go faster.”

“As you wish.”

Miles sped up and you gripped the sheets harder, you felt a few tears fall down your cheeks.

“Miles! I’m gonna-“

“Cum, cupcake,” Miles thrusted particularly hard into you as you gripped onto him.

“Fuck, Miles.”

Your body felt exhausted, Miles pushed inside a few more times before he came and pulled out. He pulled you into his side as both of you relaxed and let your bodies decompress.

Then the door burst open.

“Hey is – oh. Just the girl I was looking for. Don’t tell me you can’t have any more sex tonight?” Lyle said looking so beaten up.

“Sorry, Lyle. You’ll be the first tomorrow,” you smiled at him.

“That fucking sucks. Sure, you can’t raise it to three?”

“Not if you want to rush me to the infirmary again.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“That’s what I thought.”