#tw spit kink

[mirnsey]

I’m expanded on my last post, cause it seemed that a lot of you liked if. I’m hoping that the more i write about the more those words will slowly morph into a one shot that i can finally post and get motivation to post other things. This is more of a long Drabble than anything.

Includes: spit kink, degrading kink, crying (?), afab implied, begging, whining, yearning

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Imagine he’s the most known in school, known for his good grades, great basketball playing, and impeccable dick size. At this point you could probably imagine it from memory from all the words spewed from other girls and boys mouths in the halls.

You get assigned to him for some school project, needing to be invited to his home as you don’t want to show him yours. Probably because of your parents, or the mess of your room. Whichever excuse you want to just not be in your own home.

Let your nose wrinkle when you walk into his room, showing your discomfort for the strong smell of body spray and sex. You couldn’t blame him. You were.. older teens, masturbation was normal.

Start your project as if it was normal, as it was what you did want to do at first. Start slow in engaging anything sexual, not even touching him until hours of brainstorming later other than try brush of the shoulder. Finally place your hand on his thigh when reaching to something on the parallel side of him, watch him jolt from the sudden touch of your warm hand.

Listen to him stutter and stamper over his words, legs shifting to cross closer to each other. He hoped to cover his sweats straining against his groin, the feathery touches you were leaving over his skin making him get covered in goosebumps.

Pretend to be clueless. Pretend you ‘don’t know what he’s talking about’ and ‘you don’t remember touching him’. Manipulating a manipulator isn’t that bad. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

Only engage in conversation with him ages after he’s been giving you hints, when he finally actually communicates and asks you desperately to fuck him.

You could stay clueless for a little longer until he babbled for you to just touch his needy cock. To ‘please stoke his dick’ and to ‘let him eat you out until your satisfied’ and even to ‘fuck him till he cried’.

And maybe you would do it, reaching for the bot to ruin him as you pleased. Spit in his mouth, slap him, degrade him, ride his face and edge him until he can barely even work his tongue to ask to cum.

Watch as his cocky resolve falls into pieces at your hands, something never recorded at your school. Be the first person to make the school player fall to his knees, hands itching to grab at your thighs. To kiss over the pudge of them and slowly press kisses closer and closer to your pussy to finally have a taste of you. And you could deny him even, make him beg further..

Im getting into the groove again, im feeling the words 🙏🏾

[nemesyaaa]

me everytime i see " spit kink" in the warnings of an obx fics

[pupkou]

cw spit, degradation (dumbification), petplay

you say “open your mouth and beg for me to spit in your mouth like the dumb dog you are” and daichi cums in his pants .

[kagejima]

can someone please suffer with me in thinking about being bratty and talking back to meian and then him grabbing you by the jaw and squeezing your cheeks until you open your mouth

and you think he's gonna spit, so you get all excited BUT THEN he just gets real close to you and smiles and says in a really low voice, "mm-mm. you only get it if you're good..." before he lets go of you.................

[lxnarphase]

him seeing you eating a lollipop and he really wants a taste so he steals it from you and pops it in his mouth. he’s about to walk away with the treat but you stop him as you complain about your candy being stolen

of course he’s not gonna give it back, so he just follows his rolls and grabs you by the cheeks, squeezing them to force your mouth open and lets the candy-flavored saliva drip onto your tongue

he is 1000% prepared for you to smack him, to yell, to spit everyone out as he grins down at you at the kinda gross thing he just did. be he doesn’t expect you to get quiet and close your mouth and—

did you just swallow?

where’s my toji spit kink fans at…

[maroonswan]

Thinking about pro hero!Kirishima being a gentle giant with a monster cock.

When he making out with his partner, he knows he can’t hide his erection, so he doesn’t try. Instead, he takes your small hand in his and places it around the imprint of his hard cock. It’s warm and large, filling the width of your palm as he guides you on how to stroke it through his stiff jeans, leading you up and down just the tip of his length. 

“Feel that, babe? That’s all you, making me feel so good.” he sighs into your lips before kissing you. His tongue intermingeling with yours as his swallows your moans. 

It’s driving him crazy how well you fit in his lap; one hand squeezing the plushness of your ass as his other inches yours up further, toward the cool metal of his zipper. The tip of your fingers grazing at the clothed base of his cock, making him throb. 

He can’t wait to see how good it will feel when you have them circled around him, how your little hands would be fighting to make a fist around the girth of his cock. Your sweet throat straining to take him as you jerked the rest of his length with a greedy self-sabotaging need to make him cum while your already straining not to suffocate. 

Kirishima breaks away from the kiss then, his tounge still connected to yours by a thin shiny string of saliva. He’s staring into your eyes, dumbly. Red pupils blown out like he’s seen something amazing.

It makes you giggle, half from amusement and half from concern. You hope you didn’t break him.

“Ei, are you okay?”

Kirishima lays you down while nodding. You’ve never heard him be so quiet as he launches himself off the bed. The anticipation having you clenching he stares down at you; his crotch only a few inches away from your face as he starts to undo his zipper, tugging down his pants and boxers until they’re just barely off. His newly freed cock flopping forward to deliver a rude slap to your face.

Your pro hero boyfriend apologizes sweetly as he grasps your chin and tilts it just so until your lips are a hair’s breath away from his leaking tip. The needing throb of his cock forcing you to give it kisses. 

“Just need this mouth so bad, sweetie.” he growls. “You’re gonna open up and take it all, aren’t you?” 

You dreamily sigh a yes, already slurping on the head as he groans and growls. His hands hooking in your hair to work you down further. Kirishima won’t stand to let himself cum until his balls are slapping against your little pink tounge. 

[rinhaler]

holding you at gun point to write smth abt draken with this <3 (bonus points if daddy kink bc daddy issues go brrrrr)

ohhhhh my first tr writing on this blog lets gooooooooo

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, cheating, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, spit.

words: 1.1k

“Fuck—” you moan, feeling the impact of being slammed against the wall by Draken before he suffocates you as his lips encase yours. He’s so touchy, always has been, though things might have gone a tad too far this time. “K-Kenny, maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Sh, baby.” he interrupts, kissing you again before he trails his lips lovingly along your jawline and gropes your breast as he starts suck kisses into your neck.

“What about Mi- What about Manjiro?” you gasp, angling your neck to give him better access to you. You suppose you aren’t truly thinking about Manjiro at all. “He’ll be s-so mad at you, and me, Kenny, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

He silences you as he lifts you fully into his hold, your legs wrap around his waist and you capture him in another kiss. You can feel how hard he is, even through his jeans. And his moans, God, his fucking moans are spellbinding. You’d happily face Mikey’s wrath if it meant you can listen to Draken grunt and groan like this for you whenever you please.

“Fuck Mikey,” Draken tells you, his voice dropping a few octaves as he drops you down onto your mattress below. “I saw you first, y’know. Knew you were meant to be mine the moment I saw ya. And he fucking—” he stops himself, climbing on top of you and caging you beneath him.

Desperate hands reach and grab to hold him in any capacity. But he pulls away to yank down your panties. Although, his frenzied hands are too impatient, ripping them apart with ease.

You sit upright to chase him, eager to kiss him once more. He breaks it to throw his shirt over his head into a crumpled pile at the foot of your bed. He watches you, huffing excitedly as you undo his belt and pull down his zipper.

He grabs your chin, jerking your gaze upwards so that your needy, shimmering eyes answer the question of just how much you want him. Or, rather, need him. They’re glittering with want and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a prettier pair of eyes.

You break the stare, your head drooping as you pull down his jeans and underwear in the same eager motion.

You’re almost salivating when you see his cock for the first time. Oh, he’s perfect. His leaking cockhead is flushed beautifully as he aches for you. He’s so messy, so beautiful. And it’s all for you. He smirks upon seeing a little bit of drool form on the corner of your slack jawed mouth. He wipes it, softly, before pushing you onto your back.

“You’re fucking soaked…” he laughs softly, pushing two fingers into your tight heat and scissoring you open briefly. His hands, you’ve never failed to notice, are massive. They’re veiny and intimidating, his fingers curl deep in your walls. And they venture deep enough to have you screaming as he finds your g-spot. “I can’t wait anymore, baby, I’m sorry… hope that was enough for ya.” he warns you, pulling out his fingers and lining up his cockhead with your wet hole.

“Unff, f-fuck, Kenny…” you mewl, nails clawing into his muscular back as he splits you open on his length.

“Fuuuuuck me, baby.” he chuckles shallowly, slotting himself inside fully until he has no length left to give. And he fucks you, slow but deep. Skin slapping against skin filling the room you sleep in, usually, beside Mikey. “Your pussy’s made for me, can feel it…” he tells you, kissing you right after.

“Wanna be d-daddy shaped, p-please, fuck me hard.” you tell him. Black eyes widen with lust and adoration after hearing you speak so salaciously. A large hand frames the lower half of your face, squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker for him. And he can’t help himself, he can’t fucking control himself. You see his mouth contort and then you’re hit with a glob of saliva, his spit landing perfectly between your lips and slithering onto your tongue.

“Swallow it, baby, g-good girl…” he struggles to keep his composure as he fucks into you. You are a good girl. So obedient, so fucking perfect. And the moan that leaves him is almost angelic as he watches you swallow his spit so beautifully. “This is daddy’s pussy, yeah? Gonna let me fuck this little cunt as much as I want, aren’t you? Until you’re fuckin’ mine.” he speaks, knowing in reality it makes no sense. You’re already his, in his mind.

Consequences be damned.

You wrap your arms around his body, holding him close as he pounds into you. You know you have to be quick about this, Manjiro could be home at any minute. But you can’t stop before you’re satisfied. Before you’re done. Before you’re fucking ready. He rests his forehead against yours for a moment as he lets himself enjoy the moment, fully.

And you practically feel his cock twitch when he pulls away to look into your pathetic wet eyes. Are you really going to cry from the pleasure? Is he making you feel that good?

“P-Put a baby in me, daddy?” you blink up at him so fucking innocently. Are you serious? Have you forgotten who you’re meant to be committed to and that you’re not meant to be doing this right now? Draken isn’t sure he heard you right. Not until you repeat it with a broken whisper and little please please please’s spilling from your lips with each thrust.

He doesn’t think he’s ever cum so fast in his life. Fractured moans fighting their way out of his lungs as he fucks his cum hard and deep into your unprotected womb.

“Fuck, I’m sorry…” he apologies, he’d had no intention of cumming that quickly. “’m not done with you.” he promises, pushing one of your knees into your chest before searching for your aching clit as you make out nastily.

Tongues and moans dizzying your brain with each swipe of his fingers.

You hope Manjiro won’t be home anytime soon.

Because you can’t get enough of his best friend.

© 2023 rinitxshi

[nyancrimew]

fucked up asks you say? Alright. If you had to drink a pint glass of human saliva, would you rather it be hot or cold?

i will not be answering any further asks regarding my consumption of human saliva or it will be a little too revealing

[pupkou]

i think daichi has a spit kink i can’t lie

[kagejima]

my brain has been fully enveloped in bodyguard!mattsun lately but for you I digress - you torture me, I torture you....

Brat tamer Meian?

who is incredibly patient but still playful (I mean you have to be if you're responsible for the boys of MSBY) so if you're acting out for his attention, stomping your foot, giving him attitude and not doing as your told. you're looking for his attention and he knows it. so he ignores, he can be patient, can ignore the mood swings and take the lashing out. but that also means that you’re not getting what you want.

of course. it only means you act out more. because you want something and meian is usually sooooo good at giving you what you want. IF you behave. and you aren’t.

now the man’s patience only extends so far. because baby you are puuuuushing his limits pouting all over the place. so when he finally has enough, you know you’re in trouble because his voice is never that stern and matter of fact when speaking to you unless you are. and so when he grips your jaw and all he has to say is “enough” strongly and immediately making a tiny piece of you regret pushing you know you’re in trouble. but of course trouble is what you want and attention is what you want.

so when he forces your mouth open and tilts your head up to look at him and you’re excited for the attention, excited for the possibility of his spit in your mouth, when he says no, and tells you that you only get it if you’re good, that “good girls don’t act like this,” he takes his hands completely off of you and just walks away. because if you’re going to act out, this is your punishment.

so when you finally come to him, watery eyes because he’s not been paying you attention, a little sniffly and saying his name softly. when he grips your face again, seeing the regret in your eyes and presses your cheeks in to hold your mouth open and asks “are you ready to be a good girl and apologize to me?” and you’re nodding along in agreement because you really really want his attention. so he lets go and just says “go ahead” as he gives you the floor for a proper apology.

and you do, stuttered “sorry”s from your lips as you try to bow your head a bit in shame but he clicks his tongue at you and you know you’re meant to keep looking at him even if you’re a bit embarrassed. apologizing for your attitude and for lashing out just cause you want attention.

and when he’s satisfied with your apology, he’ll press his thumb into your bottom lip, your lips fall apart easily as he hooks his thumb into your teeth opening your mouth. “stick out your tongue for me” is his command and you obey as he tilts your head back, leaning over you easily, forcing you to keep eye contact as he lets the glob of spit drip slowly from his lips to your tongue “now swallow like a good girl.”

KAZE IM GONNA SHOW UP AT YOUR HOUSE I SWEAR TO GOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i need to be put into isolation after reading this, god help me fahdjfhdaweurheawurfhaewu9prh3pc489qyqp820hadifcsdchdsidoafdsfdsajfsa

[suguwu]

diluc who overhears someone talking about spitting in their partner's mouth at the tavern. he's a little bewildered by it—it seems a little crass, doesn't it? how could one derive pleasure from it?—but soon finds the idea of it lingering in his mind. he thinks about the wet shine of your pink tongue as you open your mouth wide and has to clear his throat and shift. the tips of his ears heat as he watches your throat work as you sip at your drink, imagining you swallowing down his spit instead.

then he dreams about it. how you open for him, your eyes glittering. you ask him for it, whisper it in a low, sweet voice. how you tilt your head back to give him a better view.

he wakes up hard. strokes himself off with his lip between his teeth, unable to resist.

he's ashamed, a little embarrassed to be thinking such things about you. but maybe, just maybe—maybe one day he'll ask. just to see.

[yourfakeb0y]

might draw my fucked kinks

[gilverrwrites]

Fan behaviour︎

Oswalda Cobblepot/Reader, 700 words Kinktober entry 4: Spit Warnings: Spit | abuse of power-kinda | mommy kink | brief bootlicking Requested by: Anonymous x 2

“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing.” The Melodic coo of your potential new boss immediately has you flushed as she watches you from her perch on the plush chair just offside to the stage. “Back straight, eyes down. Walk to me like you want me.”

Never have you been given easier instructions. You don’t just want her; you want to worship her, and you hope as much is evident as you sway your hips and strut to her side. Willing yourself not to rub your thighs together under the heat of her button black gaze.

“Very good.” She praises, and your lips pull into a nervous smile at her praise. “Don’t stop now, come kneel at momma’s feet.”

As you near her, she reaches out to you with a cotton clad hand, supporting you as you crouch to the floor. Keeping your eyes down as told would result in your staring at her crotch, and as much as you would enjoy that, out of respect you refocus on her black bowtie until she places a hand on your jaw, titling your head back until you’re looking into her eyes.

“Your resume all seems in order, by all accounts you seem like the perfect hire.” She informs you, her painted lips twisting into a smile that exposes her dazzling teeth. From your research you’d uncovered that Ms Cobblepot does not like to be spoken too unless specifically instructed, and so you keep your mouth closed, not offering a thank you as you wait for her to speak again, even as she watches you expectantly.

“Ohh, you are good.” She compliments you once more, and it goes straight your already throbbing centre until she perks a challenging brow at you. “Unless there’s anything you want tell me?”

“No Momm- Ma’am” You shake your head. You will not talk yourself out of this position.

“Really?” She doesn’t seem so sure, and you hope she doesn’t notice the way you begin to pale as you rapidly shake your head, panicking that she might have reason not to offer you the job. You need this job. Slowly, she reaches behind her back, emerging with a very familiar, dented purple folder. Your research folder, or perhaps shrine folder would be more appropriate. She dramatically flicks through the pages before dropping it beside you, the pages falling open on a two-page spread filled with polaroid photos you’d compiled of her from your many visits to the Iceberg. You’d left it on your passenger side seat. Stupid. Should have hidden it better, should have known she’d have someone checking on you. “I don’t take kindly to spies trying to worm their way into my organisation.”

“It-it’s not what you think.” You blurt, breaking the no-speaking rule as you uselessly scramble to close your binder and bring it to your chest. “I’m not a spy, I swear, I’m a fan.”

“A fan?” She quizzes, and your heartbreaks at her scepticism. How messed up is it, you think, that you’re more concerned of her opinion of you than whether she’ll let you live.

“Yes, a fan!” You continue to explain. “I- I love you Ms Cobblepot. I don’t what to harm you or your business. I just want to be close to you, I would do anything for you.”

 “Anything?” She scoffs, amused, but intrigued as you nod frantically, tears prickling your wet eyes as you look up at her. “We’ll see about that.”

You watch with bated breath as she sits forward, leaning on her umbrella as she situates herself to tower before you. Her open mouth making wet, squelching sounds as she rolls her tongue about, gathering up saliva before spitting it onto the toe of her shiny black heel.

“Clean that up.” She orders and you don’t hesitate to follow through. Dropping your file, and attaching your flattened tongue her shoe. Perhaps you should have made more of show, but you’re too eager to please, sucking it up quickly, savouring how the leather assaults your tastebuds.

“Well, would you look at that.” She sounds pleased, smug even, but certainly not impressed at your pathetic show. “Now what do you say, little one?”

“Thank you, Momma.”   

If you're reading this, this is your reminder that you are more than your negative thoughts ♥

Kinktober Masterlist

[crybaby-bkg]

Can we hear about what unsettling kinks gojo has 😝🤭

omg this made me sit and think for so long LOL

as mentioned in the original post I def this campus weirdo gojo has some kind of incest roleplay, fear, and even a cumflation kink???

but the other ones I considered were:

a spitting kink perhaps??? not in the way of him spitting in your mouth or just simply swapping spit, but being covered in it. really, you covering him in it—dragging your tongue all over his face; his white pubes soaked to the bone from you gagging on it; the silvery gleam of it in the mirror when you cover him with sloppy kisses.

a crush kink/fetish!!!!! on one hand, he likes fear play, likes to be in control and watch that terrified look on your face when he finally catches you. but on the other hand, he does like your feet all prettied and dolled up when you step on him. likes the standard black stockings paired with a heel that crushes his windpipe when he won’t shut his mouth after telling him to.

similar to the fear kink, I def think he likes predator / prey!!!! not that the kink itself is unsettling, but the mf just can’t be normal about anything, can he? he likes to get into the whole idea of it; that you’re helpless, that he’s some big bad wolf ready to devour you, that you cry for him even when he bites a little too harshly.

also scent marking!!!! unsettling in the way that he damn near begs for you to dab just a bit of his cum behind your ear, just so that the scent lingers throughout the day when other people talk to you. definitely finds himself curling around you just to inhale your scent every second that he can.

[fauxobsidian]

Claim.

[linkspussy]

Everyone with an excretion kink needs to hold hands I think. "I like XYZ but XYZ is gross." We're all gross, babe. Have your squicks, but don't ever act like you're above the person who jacks it to farts.