#wanted to try drawing him eating lol
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Whereâs a supercut of Sousuke eating when i need it? Heâs so funny!
And some other versions and stills:
#engine sentai go onger#go onger#super sentai#sosuke esumi#go on red#animation#2d animation#gif#fan art#one of the funniest guys in super sentai#absolute nutty performance#what a cartoon of a man#finally finished something in dreams⊠been noodling around for a while#wanted to try drawing him eating lol#its so cartoonish in the show i laugh every time#bodyâs a luttle pupety but iâm happy with the chin aahah#ty bobâs burgers. i was inspired by their technique#i love how those characters chew#such a simple action but has so much character#this is knd of me too tbh#ahmmm namnamnam
107 notes
·
View notes
Note
If I may request a Rise fic!! Iâm a huge sucker for comfort/cheer up tickles, so could you possibly write a disaster twins fic with Lee Leo and Ler Donnie where Leoâs been having a pretty bad day (because of what is your choice!) and ends up feeling self conscious about himself and stuff, so Donnie decides to cheer up his twin!! Please donât feel rushed and make sure youâre taking care of yourself ^_^
~Â đđđđ đđđđđ đđ đđđđđđđđ!!! ~
đđ đ”đđ đđđđđđđđđ đđą: đ°đđđ đœđđđđđ đđ
·̩̩̄ÍïŒ*âąÌ©Ì©Íâ©âąÌ©Ì©Í*ËđŒđđșđœđđœđșđŒđłđœđđč đœđŸđœđœđžđŽ đŸđ· đŒđ đ¶đŸđđ· đđŸđ. đ¶đŽđ. đŒđŽ!!! đ¶đđđđ đđđđđ đđđđđ đđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđ đđą đ»đŸđđł đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđ đđą đčđ°đŒ!!! đŽđđđđđđđđđą đ đđđ đđ đđđđđ đđ đđđ đłđđđđđđđ đđ đđđâŠđ¶đđ, đž đđđđ đđđđđ đđ đ đđ đđđđđ. đ»đđđ đđđđđđđđđą..đđđđ/đđđđđđđ đ đđđ đđđđđ đđ đ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđą đđđđđđâŠđđđ đđ đđđđđâđ đđđđđ đđ đđ đłđđđđđ??? đ»đđđđ đđą đđđđïżœïżœ đđđđđđ đđđđđ đđđđđ!!!Ë*âą Ì©Ì©Íâ©âąÌ©Ì©Í*ïŒÂ·Ì©Ì©Ì„Í
đ¶đđđđ: đ·đđđ/đČđđđđđđ
đđđđđ:Â đș,đčđżđș
đ»đđ: đ»đđ đąđ
đ»đđ: đłđđđđđ đąđ
đđđđđđđą: đłđđđđđ đ đđđđđđđ, đ»đđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđâŠđđđ đ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđ , đđđđđ?
(đ°/đœ: đđ đđđ đđ đđą đđđđđđđđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđđđâŠđ±đđ *đ°đ·đŽđŒ* đđđđ đđđđđđđđđđđą: đłđđâđ đđ đđđđ đđđą! đ*đđđđ đđđ đșđđđ/đœđđ”đ đđđđđ đłđœđž!!!)
đđđđđđ đđđđ:Â @shut-up-jo @itzsana-kiddingmenow @aceofspades-doodles @ziipzeepzop-eez
@tmntheadforever123 @rice-cake-teen10 @aninabanina6969
@savemeafruitjuice @cedarrthefluffylee @saturnzskyzz @titters-and-tingles
@someone1348 @my-l0v3r-v3rse @snipersiniora @mistyandsnow
đđđđđđđđ: đ°đđđđđđ, đđđđđđđđđđ đđđđ-đđđđ đđđđđđđđ, đąđđđđđđ, đ đđđđđ đđđđđđđđ đđđđđđđ đ, đđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđđđ. đżđđđđđ đżđđđđđ đżđ»đŽđ°đđŽ đđđđ đđ đąđđđ đđ đ đđđđ!!! đđđđ đđđ đđ đ đđđđŁđąâŠ
ïŒ*âąÌ©Ì©Íâ©âąÌ©Ì©Í*ËđđŽđŽđ·đŽđŽ đđđđđ đđą đđđđđđđ đșđŸâšđđ¶Ë*âąÌ©Ì©Íâ©âąÌ©Ì©Í*ËïŒÂ·Ì©Ì©Ì„Í
âI canât believe youâre doing this to me again.â Leo grumbled under his breath as he rested his mouth on his palm, glancing away from his brother as he sighed loudly.Â
âWell maybe if you werenât so fucking reckless I wouldnât need to.â Donnie growled lowly, glaring down at his twin.
âIâm not a baby, Don. I donât need to be supervised like Iâm some bomb triggered to explode.â The younger said in exasperation, lying down on his bed whilst grabbing a comic book to read off of his desk.
If Leo was going to be told off and scolded by his dear beloved brow-loving brother, he should at least have something to occupy himself with in the meanwhile.Â
The softshell groaned eternally at his little brotherâs action, quickly snatching the piece of literature out of the otherâs hands and throwing it effortlessly to the ground.Â
Uninterested lime green eyes locked with a determined yet fierce light golden, both of them refusing to look away or blink to show their dominance.
But after a while, the red eared slider grew more impatient, looking away again as he picked a hangnail on his thumb, âIf youâre going to yell at me, can you just get it over with? I saw a reddit post predicting whatâs going to happen in The Umbrella Academy season four and I need to read it.âÂ
âYou can read that later, Nardo. I promise you, that reddit post isnât going to fly away.â The elder said as he pinched the bridge of his snout, âWhat I need you to do right now is acknowledge what you did today was stupid, alright?âÂ
Leo looked away from his older brother, scoffing lightly, âI do stupid things all the time. What stupid action of mine are you wanting to scream at me for this time?âÂ
The softshell turtle took a couple deep breaths at that comment, drumming his fingers on his left arm in a soothing motion because he was NOT going to give into the urge of strangling his twin brotherâŠ
âŠNo matter how much he deserved it.
âIâm not planning on screaming at youâ that wonât help anyone or anything.â The purple banded turtle explained calmlyâŠbut you could see and tell he was starting to lose his paitence.Â
âBut you want to.â The red eared slider pressed on.Â
âLeoâŠplease. I donât want to argue right now.âÂ
âWeâre not arguing. Weâre just kindly discussing my oh-so stupid descision that unfolded earlier today, right?â The younger twin smirked smugly, his eyes locking once again with his brother.Â
When it came to arguments, the leader in blue always had this wonderful tactic to avoiding things: attempting to annoy the other person so much that they drop the subject they wanted to discuss with him completely.
It always worked with RaphâŠwhich the red eared slider didnât know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
But the only downside of doing this tactic was his dumb twin saw right through itâŠ
âŠAnd Leonardo despised it.Â
âNardoâŠyou know what Iâm referring to. And stop picking, please. Your going to hurt yourself.â The older attempted to say in a tranquil voice, but it personally just sounded like he was one second away from losing. his. shell.
âI sadly do not know what your referring to.â The blue cladded teen said coyly, picking on his hangnail more desperately now, âCare to enlighten me, Tello?âÂ
Donnieâs expression hardened ever so slightly at his younger brotherâs absolute persistence on annoying him out of his right mind so he could eventually drop the subjectâŠbut the softshell turtle was not budging.
His twin would have to try way harder than that.
âIâd love to.â The light golden eyed mutant said in a fake sweet tone as he walked over to lean his shell on Leoâs closed door, crossing his arms in disaproval. The elder grabbed his brotherâs sword, planting it right next to his foot so the blue banded turtle couldnât reach for it.Â
The red eared sliderâs cocky grin turned to a small grimace (shake) as he soon came to terms with what his older brother was doingâŠ
âŠHe physically could not leave from this conversationâŠliterally.
Leonardo crossed his arms, trying to mimick the otherâs serious demeanor but was only met with an icy glare in return.Â
âWhat you did during todayâs mission was completley reckless and idiotic, LeonardoâŠand you know it.â The second oldest said, âI had that thug exactly where I wanted him but noooooo. Because you saw me trip you thought it would be a spectacular idea to throw yourself on top of me as that hooligan tried to hit me with his bat!!â Donatello seethed.Â
âWeâve been over this multiple times, Leo! There was no reason for you to do that!â The light golden eyed teen yelled, his glare only hardening more as he saw the younger stuttering over his words to try to defend himself.
âIâm not done.â The taller teen growled, all of his calmness and collectiveness thrown completley out of the window.
The slider slightly flinched (which went un-noticed by the other) at his brotherâs genuine angry tone, his left leg fidgeting and bouncing up and down like crazy.Â
His tactic was really starting to not work in his favour at allâŠ
âJustâŠstop putting yourself in the middle of danger like youâre just expecting the rest of us to just watch. Weâre your familyâŠand most importantly, we can defend ourselves just fine.âÂ
âWell ihisnât that hypocritic!â Leonardo scoffed before creasing his eye ridges together in genuine confusion, mumbling to himself, âHypâŠuhâŠhypocrotic? HypâŠHypocraticâŠ?âÂ
âHypocritical?â The older deadpanned.
âYES! THAT WORD!â Leo said, âWhen we were fighting Kraang Prime on the ship and he went to take a blow at MikeyâŠwhat did you do?â
Donatello scowled, his eyes not leaving his twin, ââŠI went in front of him and shielded him with my mystic tech.â
âExactly.â The lime green eyed mutant scoffed, âAnd how is that any different from what I did, hm?â
âBECAUSE I HAD A PLAN!!!â Donatello shouted, âI planned to accordingly go in front of Mikey so my sheild could protect both him and me. Did it end up turning out perfect? Fuck no. Kraang Prime slashed right through it and me and Mikey went tumbling towards the groundâŠâ The glasses wielding teen said through clenched teeth.Â
The light golden eyed teen rubbed his face tiredly, his hands clenching and unclenching in frustration, âBut I had a plan. You on the other hand, just zoomed recklessly on top of me and hoped for the best.â
ââŠI saved you, didnât IâŠ?â The younger twin mumbled out meekly, causing Donatelloâs blood to absolutley boil.Â
âThatâs not the point!!!â The elder said as he clenched his hands at his sides again.
âThen what is?!â Leo said desperately, âBecause from the looks of it, it just seems like you want to yell at me for just doing my job.âÂ
Leonardo pulled on his mask tails anxiously, trying to calm himself down but ultimately just making himself feel worse by doing the action, âIâve been trying to be a better leaderââ
âLeoââ
ââFor you and Mikey and April and Raph and Casey and C.J. a-and Dad! But it seems like no matter what the hell I do thereâs always something Iâm doing WRONG!!!â The younger twin shouted, blinking back tears as he glared at the ground as if it took his Jupiter Jim comic.
WhichâŠit did. The blue banded mutant wanted it back now, actuallyâŠ
âI saved you! I-I didnât even get hurt by doing it but somehow thereâs an issueâŠâ The lime green eyed teen murmured, both of his legs bouncing up and down as he tugged on his mask tails harder, âThere always isâŠâ
âLeonardo can you please just listen to me?â The older twin said in irritation.Â
âBut Don Iâmââ
âNo, Leo! Just listen! Thatâs all you need to do!â Donnie snapped as he cut his brother off, âI donât want you leaping head first into harms way! At all! Especially if you donât have a plan!â The softshell turtle exclaimed as he flapped his hands against the side of his thighs, but his eye contanct remaining on his little brother.
âOho so now you donât trust me well enough to know that I can handle myself in combat?â Leo said in a last desperate attempt to make his brother drop the conversation.
âIâŠâ The young scientistâs eye twitched, his eyebrows creasing together as he had to physically restrain himself to not beat the ever living crap out of the other teen, âTHIS IS NOT ABOUT TRUST, NARDO!â The light golden eyed mutant screamed desperately, his hands flapping faster as the red eared slider shrunk at his usage of tone, âThis is about you not even thinking about what would happen to yourself when you do reckless nonsense like this.â
Leo glanced to the side, his eyes watering as he bit the inside of his cheek.
He just wanted to help and be the leader his brotherâs deservedâŠ
But he always found a way to fuck it up without even noticing, huh?
"You don't think about what could happen to you and I hate it!â The elder cried, âWhat wouldâve happened if Raph didnât come behind the guy and knocked him out cold at the last second, huh?! Would you have just stayed right on me as he continued to beat you with his bat?!â
Leonardo bit the inside of his cheek harder, his legs bouncing up and down more as his fingernails dug unforgivingly into his arms, âI-Iâm sorry, Donnieââ
âOr would you have tried to fight him instead?! Mind you, you dropped your sword before coming to me so youâd have no weapon to defend yourself.âÂ
âYou don't think about how much it scares me when you do dumb shit like that! I hate seeing you get hurtâŠI freaking loathe it.â Donnie rested the back of his head on Leoâs door, taking a couple deep breaths and hugging himself in an attempt to calm himself down.
JeezâŠwhen the hell had he started yelling? His throat stung like a bitch nowâŠ
And when had he started shaking like a bobby head?!
The older twinâs expression softened, pinching the bridge of his snout once more, âI care about youâŠso fucking much, okayâŠ?â The purple banded turtle said gently as he gradually started to simmer down and become more calm, âYour my twinâŠmy little brother. And I hate to be repetitive but I-I just despise seeing you hurtâŠphysically or emotionallyâŠso please justâŠâ
The young scientistâs eyes widened, peering down at his brother who did not seem to be followingâŠat all.Â
Leoâs eyes were wide as saucers as he hit his arm with his fist repeatedly whilst obviously trying to suck in whatever tears dared to try and escape.Â
The taller turtle basically ran to his distressed twin, trying to stop him from harming himself any further but was only met with a low grunt.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Fucking shit.Â
Wonderful job, Donatello! You yelled at your brother so much he shut down!
Even though you knew he canât fucking stand being yelled at and the whole point of you even being here was to explain what he did wrong collectively and calmly because that was the exact oppositeof what Raph does when heâs worriedâŠ
But no! You yelled at him anyway.
Wonderful job, DonatelloâŠwonderful. job.Â
The older twin sighed sadly, gently grabbing his brotherâs wrists so he would stop hitting himself. The two brotherâs shared eye contact once again, an unsure lime green meeting an understanding yet uncertain light golden.
âNardoâŠâ The softshell started, squeezing the otherâs hands gently, ââŠAre you with me, budâŠ?â
Leo just nodded quietly, squeezing back.Â
âGodâŠNardo Iâm so sorryâŠâ The older muttered, âI donâtâŠI donât know why the hell I lost my cool like that. I-Iâm sorry I yelled. I shouldnât of yelledâŠI-I justâŠâ Donatello sighed, squeezing his brotherâs hands once again. âIâm not angry with you. IâŠI was just frustrated.â
âWell, noâŠlet me rephrase: I am angry with youâ livid even. You know damn well enough that when you do those kinds of things my heart literally jumps out of my shell. I need you to put into consideration that I would like to live to at least seventy-sevenâŠâ
The younger twin giggled wetly, fidgeting with his brotherâs fingers as he spoke, ââŠWhy seventy-seven?â
âAlbert Einstein died when he was seventy-sixâŠI can and will outlive him.â The light golden eyed teen said matter-of-factly, âBut back to what I was initially sayingâŠI know you meant well. You saw that I was in troubleâŠand you dropped literally everything in order to help me get out of said trouble. You donât think of what happens to youâŠyou just do it because youâll know if you do weâll be alrightâŠâ
âI-I justâŠI just wanted to protect youâŠI-I just wanted to helpâŠâ Leo tried to explain.
âI know. I know, LeeâŠâ Donatello sighed, rubbing the sliderâs knuckles gently with his thumb, âBut you need to understand that with you trying to protect us that way, your putting us in the same situation your trying to keep us away from.â The elder explained lightly, smiling softly as him and his twinâs foreheadâs touched.Â
âYouâre getting hurtâ or at the very least almost getting hurt. Weâre feeling the same anguish and guilt you would feel if any of us did that. I get that you want to be a good leader and shitâŠbut you can lead well without doing thatâŠokay?âÂ
Leo fiddled with the otherâs fingers a bit more, his bouncing leg starting to calm a bit, âIâllâŠtry to be more careful when it comes to me protecting you guys like that. When I see you all in troubleâŠI justâŠreact. I donât really care about what happens to me as long as you guys end up okay. ButâŠIâll try to be more careful. And if I ever end up, like, being a bit too recklessâŠyou can just tell meâŠdeal?â
âDeal.â Donnie nodded, squeezing Leoâs hands one last time before letting go, wiping his twinâs eyes with his hoodie sleeve, âNow please stop crying or youâre going to make me start crying.âÂ
Leo snorted, examining the otherâs now tearing up expression, âI think itâs a bit too late for thatâŠâÂ
âGAH! FUHUCK!â Donnie cursed, wiping his own eyes as the slider laughed loudly at his exclamation.
.
.
.
.
.
.
âLeoâŠdonât you think youâre getting a bit too big for thisâŠ?â Donatello grumbled as Leonardo was on his lap, getting all nice and comfy as he rested his chin on the olderâs shoulder. âNoooope.â Leo drawed out, making a dramatic popping noise at the end of the 'p', â'Sides, this is what you get for making me emo earlier.â
ââŠI said I was sorryâŠI didnât mean to shout at you like that. I was just concernedâŠâÂ
âI know that, you worrywart. I was just kidding.â The lime green eyed teen said lovingly, squishing his brother into a tighter embrace. The older let out a short shriek at the hug but of course didnât mind the other being so clingy.Â
If the young scientist really and truly did mind? Leo wouldâve been pushed to the floor by now.Â
The two twins shared a comfortable silenceâŠwellâŠa semi-comfortable silence.
The purple banded teen feltâŠoff. His younger brother had thisâŠlook in his eyes; like he wanted to say something but was afraid of what Donnie would say or how Donnie would react.
Which was so damn dumb Donatello didnât even know how to explain it.
ââŠThereâs something else on your mind.â The taller turtle hummed, his suspicions only rising as the other glanced to the side. âUhmâŠno there isnât. See? This is why I call you a worrywart.â Leonardo said, tapping his fingers on his thigh nervously.Â
Very convincing LeoâŠvery convincing.
âDonât even try lying to me, Leon. My older brother and twin senses are tingling. You canât argue against that kind of logic.â The scientist said matter-of-factly.Â
âWhat are you, Spiderman?â The younger snorted.Â
âWe shall never know.â The older shrugged, a small smile spreading to his face as he saw the other snort softly at his statement, âNow stop deflecting. Spill.âÂ
ââŠCan youâŠadjust my elbow bracesâŠ?â The red eared slider muttered.
ââŠWhy canât you do it?â The other questioned. Not in a malicious way; he was just genuinely curious.Â
âI like it when you do it. You make it more firm, y'know?â The blue banded turtle whined dramatically, âPleeeeeease?â
âUgh, Jesusâ fine. But drop the poutâŠyou look ridiculous.â The taller mutant sighed, lightly grabbing his brotherâs arm as he readjusted the braces.Â
The purple banded turtle meticulously took off the otherâs left arm brace, tracing his twinâs elbow to make sure it was healing correctlyâ which the slider couldnât help but wriggle slightly to.
As the older twin put the brace back on, he looked at the other turtle in complete worry, ââŠWhy are you squirming around so much?â Donatello asked in confusion.Â
ââŠNo reason.â Leonardo stated, but let out a tiny squeak as Donnie lightly pinched his forearm.Â
âYohou okayâŠ?â The glasses wielding mutant giggled. Â
âI-Iâm fihine!â The smaller turtle insisted, covering his mouth as he let out a loud shriek in result to his brother now lightly scribbling his forearm. âEEEEE! P-Plehease moohoove yohour hahahand!!â The younger sputtered out, hiding his face in the crook of the scientistâs neck which the older turtle couldnât help but let his heart melt to.
âOh.â Donatello hummed, biting back an amused laugh, âSorry. Sometimes I forget how ticklish you areâŠâ
âSnrt I-Ihihiâm nahat ticklish. I juhust donât wahant your hand thehereâŠâÂ
And isnât that quaint.Â
If Donnie had a penny for every time Leo said he 'wasnât ticklish', the softshell would be richer than Elon Musk.
ââŠRight. SoâŠyou wouldnât mind me doing this then?â The young genius mused as he scribbled one hand over his twinâs ribs. âEEEEHEH! Duhuhude noHOH!! F-Fuhuck yohou!â The younger twin managed through his small giggles, pushing on his brotherâs plastron to try and escape while he still could.
The elder laughed fondly at his little brotherâs futile actions, hugging him closer as he lightly tickled him, âNahardo! My brohohother in Christ gehet back here or youâre gohoing to fahall off of the bed!
âN-NOHO!! LEHET ME GO!â The lime green eyed teen screeched loudly, kicking his legs and pushing even harder on the otherâs plastron, his eyeâs widening in panic as his older brother casually lifted him up and pinned his arms above his head, his plastron now facing up on the bed.
Eugh boyâŠ
Donnie grinned, sitting on the otherâs thighs as he wiggled his unoccupied fingers in the air near the sliderâs side, âThatâs better~!â
âWAHAIT WAHAHAIT snrt PLEHEASE DEEHEE!!â The red eared slider cried, kicking his legs from underneath the scientist.
If he was going to go downâŠhe would at least go down fighting.Â
âI havenât even touched you yet, you goofâŠâ The older twin chuckled.Â
âB-BUHUT YOHOUR GOHOHONNA!âÂ
â'Gonna' what, exactly?â
âTihiHICKLE ME!!âÂ
âTickle you? Well, why didnât you just say so in the first place?â Donatello snickered, using his free hand to skitter his fingers along the crookâs of the youngerâs neck.Â
The blue banded turtle squealed, shaking his head back in forth whilst scrunching his shoulders, âGAHahaâ snrt EEEEHEEHEH oho cohome snrt OHAHAN!!âÂ
âWhatâs wrong, Leo? I thought you said you werenât ticklish~?â The older teased.
âSnrt STHDHAHAH! Shuhut UP! IHIâM naHAT!â The younger shouted, tugging and pulling his arms to try and get his handâs free from the otherâs grasp. Donnie just laughed softly at the action, wiggling his fingers above his little brotherâs stomach.Â
The lime green eyed teenâs eyes widened in panic, thrashing in the hold to try and loosen his brotherâs grip but the purple banded turtle did not budge even a smidge.Â
Leoâs laughs became more giddy and loud as he continued to squirm, small squeals and snorts escaping his beak as his twin brotherâs hand went sloooooowly to his stomach.Â
âN-NOHO NONONONO DAHAâ snrt DOHON!!â The smaller turtle snorted, hiding his face in the side of his arm which Donnie couldnât help but giggle to.Â
The light golden eyed mutant rested his hand on the sliderâs plastron, making the younger turtleâs laugh raise almost a thousand octaves.Â
âDOHONâT snrt DOHONâT DOHOHONâT snrt YOU DARE!! YOHOUR SOHO MEEHEEHEEAN!!â Leonardo whined, hiding deeper into his arm and becoming a giggly flustered mess.
The older twin shook his head fondly at his little brotherâs embarrassed state, taking the opportunity to tickle the youngerâs stomach while he wasnât looking.Â
Leo let out a loud scream, descending into high-pitched cackles as even louder snorts followed, âHAHAHAHELP!! IHIâM SNRT BEEHEEING SLAHAHAUTERED!!âÂ
âIâm quite literally only using one hand, Nardo. Stop being dramatic.â The light golden eyed teen mused whilst watching his brother snort and squirm, âAnd here I thought I was the dancer of the family. Look at you! Youâre making up a whole dance routine right now!â He said as he let go of Leo, crossing his arms in amusement.Â
âS-Shuhuhut snrt upâŠâ The younger twin wheezed out, hugging his middles as he playfully glared at his purple loving brother.Â
Then, a lightbulb went on in the scientistâs brain, a smug smile spreading to his face, âHmâŠyou know, Leeââ
âDohont call snrt me thahat!â Leo giggly interupted.Â
âUh-huh. Well, LeeâŠdid you know that the underarms are one of the warmest places on the human body?â The scientist said.Â
The lime green eyed mutant cocked his head to the side in confusion, âSoho?âÂ
âSoooo my hands are cold. Very cold, in fact. Iâd be forever in your debt if you couldââ
âNO! NONOHO WAHAY IN HEHELL! G-GOHO AWAHAHAY!â Leo squealed, reaching for his brotherâs wrists as the elder tried to tickle his neck once again.
SighâŠLeonardo made this too damn easy sometimes.
The glasses wielding teen wasnât just going to miss this oh-so-definetly-not-planned opportunity! The softshell scribbled his fingers along the sliderâs underarms, making the younger let out a loud squawk as he shot his arms down.Â
âNAHAH AHAHAHAâ snrt GEHET THEHE HEHELL OHAHAâ snrt OHOHOUT!!â Leonardo cried while banging his heels on the bed.Â
âWhat~?â Donnie hummed inocently.Â
âGEHEHET AHAâ snrt GEHET. OHOUT. OHOF THEHEHERE!â
âAweâŠwhy~?â
âBEEHEECAUSE IHITâS SOHO BAHAHAD!!!âÂ
âAnd?â Donnie chuckled, âThat sounds like a you problem, little brother.âÂ
âAHHHAHAâ snrt GAHAHAD FUHUCK YOHOU!!!â
âPardonâŠwhat was that?â Donnie questioned as he pinched where Leoâs hip met his thigh. âN-NONOâ snrt NAHAHAH!! I CANâTâ snrt PLEHEHEASE IâM snrt SORRY!! I-IHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHCK!!âÂ
âNahâŠI think Iâll just stay riiiiight here for a bitâŠâ The taller turtle smiled, using both of his hands now to tickle Leo into a laughing and snorting blob.
The younger weakly hit his big brotherâs arms, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes completely shut.Â
ââŠAnd you know what, Lee~?âÂ
âWHAHAHAT NOW?!âÂ
âIâm feelingâŠkind of famished.â The elder mused, his smile almost looking like the signature Jokerâs as he saw his younger brotherâs face pale.Â
Leonardo scrambled to sit up, fighting with his brotherâs arms as he giggly protested, âPLAHAâ snrt PLAHAHEASE! PLEHEASE snrt D-DOHONâT!!âÂ
Donnie pinched his brotherâs thighs unforgivingly, âYou should have thought about that before yapping such ill nonsense about yourself.â
âWHAHAâ snrt WHAHAHAâ snrt WHAHAT DIHID snrt IHIHI snrt EVEN SAHAHAY?!â The lime green eyed turtle cackled, flapping his hands on the mattress.Â
It took literally everything in the older twin not to coo his baby brotherâs adorable actions; instead, he lightly moved Leoâs hands away, smiling evily as he lowered his head to the otherâs plastron, âYou donât even know. Guess you really want this, huh~?âÂ
The blue banded teen kicked his knees into his brotherâs shoulders and shell, throwing his head back in complete hysterics whilst waiting for him complete and utter demise.Â
The softshell wasted no time blowing raspberries after raspberries in the middle of his youngerâs stomach, making sure to move the otherâs hands away any time he tried to push at the young geniusâ head.Â
Donnie didnât feel like getting brain damage after all.
Plus, he had his signature glasses áŽ
áŽÉŽáŽáŽáŽÊÊᎠáŽáŽ on! And those were trademarkedâŠas you can wonderfully see.Â
âGodâŠcan you get more ticklish?â Donatello giggled, squeezing and squishing the red eared sliderâs knees with one hand and scribbling his sides with the other whilst contuinung to raspberry Leoâs stomach.Â
âDEEHEE DEEHEEHEE SNRT PLEHEHEASE!!! IHI SNRT DAHAHAHâ SNRT DAHAâ SNRT DAHUNNO!!â The smaller turtle screamed, happy stimming with his arms on the taller twinâs shoulder.
Donnie couldnât help but chuckle, deciding to show his twin a tad bit of mercy as he nibbled his stomach lightly.Â
The slider let out bloody murder from his beak, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes as his bubbly cackles and snorts bounced off the walls of his room.
âJeezâŠI think Peppa Pig has some competition, huh~?â The light golden eyed mutant snickered.
âPLEHEHEASE!! TEHEHELLO SNRT IHIâM GOHâ SNRT GOHOHAâ AHAHA SNRT MYHYHY SNRTGAHAHAHAD!!!â The smaller teen pleaded.
âDo you promise to stop putting yourself in between danger and your family?â The older hummed.Â
âYEHEHES!!â The younger cried loudly.
âDo you promise to go easier on yourself?âÂ
âYAHAâ SNRT YAHAâ SNRT YEHEHES!!!â
âDo you promise to accept your doing an amazing job as leader and we all love youââ
âMY SNRT FUHUHUCKING SNRT GAHAHAD!!! IHIHI SNRT GEHET IT!!â Leonardo shouted, his blush now completley blending into the red stripes on his face.Â
The softshell turtle got off of the other, sitting next to his little brother as his little brother in question hugged his middles and giggled tiredly.Â
âY-Yohou could ohof juhuhust sahaid ahall of thahat wihihithout tickling meeheeeâŠâ The younger grumbled despite the evident smile on his face.
âAnd whereâs the fun in that?â Donnie smiled back, his expression softening as Leo got up and leaned against him softly. The older wraped an arm around the youngerâs shoulder, pulling him closer into a warm, protective gesture.Â
âAhand would yohohou look ahat that! Ihi got yohour emo bahad boy ahahass to smile todahay. Your eheeven hugging me~!â The blue banded leader spoke softly, his voice filled with affection as he poked his twinâs forehead cheekily.Â
âYou tell anyone that and I will not hesitate to deny that extremely untrue statement.â The scientist huffed, rolling his eyes fondly as his smile spread.
·̩̩̄ÍïŒ*âąÌ©Ì©Íâ©âąÌ©Ì©Í*Ëđ”đžđœË*âąÌ©Ì©Íâ©âąÌ©Ì©Í*ËïŒÂ·Ì©Ì©Ì„ÍÂ
(đż.đ.: đžđ đąđđ đđđđđąđđ đđđđ đđđ, đđđđđđ đđđđđđ!!!)
#Rottmnt tickle#Rottmnt tickle fic#Lee!Leo#Ler!Donnie#WHOOOOOO BOYYYYYYâŠ#Iâm sorry but Iâm not sorry đ«¶đŸ#Angst is like my second child đ¶đŸđđđđđ#But I feel like I need to explain some stuff bc this fandom is probably holding me at gunpoint rn đ
đ«#The reason why I feel like Leo and Raph had so many disagreements when Leon became leader is bc Leo canât handle yelling#LIKE AT ALLâ he just sees it as whomever is yelling means their mad#So if Raphie boy was like: âI CARE ABOUT YOU AND LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YOU DUMB ASS BITCH WHY CANâT YOU JUST BE CAREFULâïžâ#Leo would hear it as: âI HATE YOU SO MUCH RN WHY CANâT YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHTâïžâ#This fandom has been sleeping on AuDHD Leo for Y E A R S and I shall not be silent anymore its SOOOOOOO OBVIOUS đâŒïž#I could not remember the word âhypocriticalâ for the LIFE of meâŠwhen I searched it up I probs wrote âhippopotamusâ#Leon is trying PLEAAAASE catch him a break đđŸđđŸđđŸ#Older twin Donnie is canon idgaf I was in the writers room TRUST đđŸđđđđ#Big bro senses đ€đŸ Twin senses#Donnie is fucking UNSTOPPABLE đ€đŸâŠbud does need to learn how to control is volume when upset tho eheheheh#He genuinely doesnât know when heâs gradually getting louder or more upsetâŠthatâs why he was so panicked when Leo had his lil meltdown LOL#Raphie just expresses his worry with yellingâŠex: âAND NOT EAT POSIONâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâ#Oh yeah this takes place a couple months after the InvasionâŠso everyone is like healed and everything but yk theyâre still traumatized obvs#đđđŸ#Leoâs lil tactic on dropping convoâs is a HC I have so donât quote me on it đđŸ#GDGDGSHSN I ALSO NEED PPL TO DRAW DON WEARING HIS GLASSES MORE OFTEN HEâS SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE đđđđđđđđ©·#But tysm Nonnie!!! This was a TON of fun to write!#Make sure your taking care of yourself and drinking waterâ or at least get a snack đ„°#But after the mission Raph was SEETHINGâŠand usually Don tries to talk to Leon instead cuz like he doesnât want either party being upset#Nor does he want either of them to feel overwhelmed. So when Leo was like âUr doing this to me again?!â Hes referring to all the times Don#<- has done that#Leo doesnât like feeling pitied but itâs not Donâs intention to make him feel that way he just loves him family
102 notes
·
View notes
Note
If you're still taking requests, Grim in a little ribbon? The ribbons in game are fantastic but I crave m o r e of our local chaos gremlin. No joke he's why I downloaded the game in the first place
HII SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE LOL I AM STILL TAKING RQS!!! THEYLL PROBS BE OPEN FOR A WHILE!!!
havent drawn grim b4 so this was rlly fun!!! ty for ur rq :]]
#trying to find a face to draw for him was so hard somehow#ALSO wasnt sure if u meant like ribbon in general or just a tiny bow tie or something so if u ever want a bow tie for him lmk o7777#rlly like the way cantobear draws grim so i wanted to keep it a little simplified like theirs#!!1!1!!1!1#grim the silliest guy#stop eating rocks off the ground#its kinda funny how its like looting ppl or something#item drop!!! suspicious rock#he kinds reminds me of a pal LOL#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst grim
56 notes
·
View notes
Text
Heeehee. Cosmosdex/Fortuna spoilers abound!! I reaally really like the whole Yu reveal. like REEEEALLY like. theyre fun to draw as a bonus!
#cosmosdex spoilers#fortuna spoilers#tragedy of fortuna spoilers#technically. lol#cosmic events spoilers#cosmicrew spoilers#LISTEN IM JUST TRYING TO TAG ANYTHING PEOPLE MIGHT POSSIBLY HAVE BLACKLISTED.#maybe should keep this out of the main cosmosdex tag too#sort of a âiykykâ situation here#yu#feat. that one comment from hermes about shipping that he totally actually just said to draw attention away from his infatuation with apoll#im correct about everything btw#apollos smart enough for them to want to eat him right? hes sooooo special. they should want to eat him so bad#im really normal about this whole thing.#cosmic events#THERE that tag should be enough for me in case i start yapping too much on here.#apollocentric
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
I'm working on the outfits ask but have Tomoki Mori the ososan oc concept I've had he's been sitting in the dust for awhile cause I'm still working on him,,, His look is changing mostly outfit and he's also getting a beanie cause I like how it looks on him,, but ososan oc that will be a friendship Ichimatsu....cause pookie needs friendship
#smorewips#sorry if words on the drawings are wack its very late brain isn't at 100% lol#not sure if to keep cat allergy for him cause it seem it would be interesting to see and how that would play off Ichimatsu but not sure??#Ichimatsu getting a friend that becomes a bromance seems funny to me have two guys who both struggle and are socially awkward#and I want him to be a freelance artist whos probably struggles trying to make it his full job but he's getting there!#black cat and orange tabby vibes maybe unsure we will see...#I love artist theme ocs#its late i gotta go eat and sleep cyaa laterrr
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
@simcardiac-arrested Wade is pretty cool. i kinda like him a little bit maybe.
#my art#rain world#me wondering if i should give him normal eyes or not. but my urge to always do big ol eyes won out FORGIVE ME#i'm not weird about them at all#i just kidna wanthim to#.#dont look too closely at the shirt i just stole it from google images LOL#i still don't know what the heck is going on with ancient masks. but lets pretend i do#PLEASE I HOPE THIS DOESNT GO AGAINST HIS FUTURE REF TOO BADLY#green cat did NOT want me to finish thisbtw#constantly trying to eat my pen and scratch at the screen. poor wade. im having to type around her rn#me when im drawing my own ocs: what is consistency. this is a completely different character than yesterday. i don't care#me drawing others' ocs: five different references pulled up do NOT CHANGE THE DESIGN AT ALL you'll DIE#i want to draw 2fi again. i want to draw so many things#but. sleepy time
60 notes
·
View notes
Text
size kink
ââ ââ
ââ
â ââ ââ
ââ
â ââ ââ
ââ
â ââ
Pairing | Jason Todd x reader
Summary | He as a size kink. Thatâs it lol.
Warnings | Smut, size kink, manhandling, praise, creampie, gaping, cockwarming.
Words | 1k
Notes | đ”âđ« that fucking comic panel tho
Ao3 link | <3
Masterlist
Kinktober | day 6: manhandling + size kink
Can yâall help me come up with a titleđ Iâm literally so exhausted and I just want to pass out but I have to post it within two hours for it to still be day 6 skfhsk
Jason Todd has a huge size kink⊠Heâs so massive that itâs honestly hard not to because there are barely any female body types that arenât smaller than him. Tall, big, buffâ all smaller than him, usually by a lot too.Â
Especially you. Youâre pretty much the same size as the average woman, but standing next to Jasonâ he practically dwarfs you. Whenever he holds your hand, you usually end up just holding two of his fingers because itâs more comfortable that way. Even when he places his hand on your thigh, he can completely cover the entire width of it.Â
Even though he loves the way it feels to hold you, how easy it is to lift you and manhandle you however he wants⊠one of his most favorite things is how small your cunt is too. It wasnât abnormally smallâ it was proportionate to your bodyâ but compared to his abnormally large cock? Even just compared to his fingers, you could barely take it.Â
He always tried to do as much foreplay as possible because, even though he thinks itâs hot when your face scrunches up in pain as you do your best to take him, he doesnât actually want to hurt you or make it not good for you. So he usually eats you out, slowly working you open on his fingers. He almost always gives you at least one orgasm before even attempting to fit his cock inside you, but even after the time he made you come over and over again for two hours straight, you were still so fucking tight.Â
You let out these soft whimpers and sounds of pain that make his cock throb. Sometimes you gasp out and desperately cling to him, trying to ground yourself. He always eases his cock in slowly, holding your hand or cupping your cheek and whispering soft praises into your ear.Â
âSo good at taking my cock, baby. Iâm almost halfway.â You whined and squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on taking deep breaths and relaxing your muscles. Jason couldnât help but look down between your bodies, watching his cock slowly disappear into your tight heat. âAlmost there, princess.â His voice was low and thick with poorly restrained arousal. When he finally bottomed out, you let out a pained whimper and he closed his eyes, trying not to bust his load right then and there.Â
âSuch a good girl. Youâre doing so good, baby.â He murmured tenderly, leaning down to kiss over your neck as his hand snaked down to rub your clit. You usually signaled whenever you were ready for him to start moving and heâd slowly draw his hips back, then push in again at the same pace.Â
Sometimes though, heâd stand and hold you in the air, lifting you up and down on his cock, limiting your squirming significantly. Or if you were riding him, heâd grab your hips and move you however fast and hard he wantedâ even if you put all your strength into staying seated or moving away, he was always stronger than you. It took practically no effort for him to lift you up and down, fucking you like you were his own personal sex doll.Â
While he usually liked being able to kiss you and watch your expression contort in pain as your walls were forced to accommodate his cock, he also liked putting you on your stomach. Sometimes heâd put you on your knees and push your face into the bed, but he liked laying on top of you even more. With his large legs caging in your much smaller ones, it made you even tighter. He loved being able to completely lay on top of you and wrap his arms around you, forcing you to feel every inch of his thick cock going in and out of your pussy. That position always made you feel trapped, but more in an exciting way rather than an anxious way because you knew heâd get off of you in a heartbeat if you told him to.Â
âThatâs it⊠Be a good girl and just take it, baby.â He whispered breathily, lips brushing your ear. You let out a choked moan and he moved his hand to squeeze your neck. âYou just lay there and let me use my favorite little fleshlight.â Every single timeâ without failâ your cunt would get impossibly tighter when he talked to you like that.Â
Something else he loved; the amount of come he released was proportional to his body as well⊠Sometimes he liked to paint your pretty face, completely drench you in his seed, but usually he liked filling you up. He liked dragging his hips back until his cock finally dislodged from your tight pussy that was practically trying to suck him in, and watching his come dribble out of your gaping hole, down your puffy folds.Â
âOh, look at you, babyâŠâ He cooed, voice raspy and thick. You whined and squirmed, enjoying the feeling of him filling you up and his seed leaking out of your abused cunt almost as much as he did.Â
âSqueeze that little cunt, princess. Try to keep my come inside.â He ordered softly, grabbing your ass and pulling you open to get a perfect view of your holes. He watched them flutter, but even when you tried your hardest, his cock had stretched you out too much for your hole to be able to tighten up again so soon.Â
âPoor thing⊠canât keep my come in that needy little pussy.â He chuckled, collecting the leaking come on his fingers and pushing it back into your hole. âBut thatâs okay, baby. Iâll help youâŠâ you let out a choked moan when he forced his cock back in, stretching you once again, âkeep you nice and plugged up, huh?â He laid down over you again, but turned so you were both on your sides in a spooning position with his cock still deep in your pussyâ It would usually stay there until you fell asleep, but sometimes only until he got worked up enough for round two.Â
(Iâm still bad at ending one shots lol)
4K notes
·
View notes
Note
your post about sylus essentially conditioning the reader to sit on his lap hasjsakddf that was so perfect and in character đ i love it sm its given me so much brain rot - how bout this:
can i request the lads boys reaction to the reader randomly asking to be carried/picked up in the middle of walking? for no other reason just to see how'd they react lol
LaDS casually carrying MC
Xavier
The most casual. He just smiles at you and asks, "Bridal or piggyback?" in the same tone as if he's asking what you want to eat.
And he's not just playing along. He means it. He wants to be the one you lean on â metaphorically and literally.
You can try and backtrack but then you'll get those eyes. The bluest puppy dog eyes that can break the strongest of wills. "Are you sure? We still have a few blocks to go to the cafĂ©, I donât want you to get tired..."
You feel like you're holding out on him by not letting him carry you. The mind tricks this man is capable of to get what he wants are ridiculous.
You fold embarrassingly fast and Xavier is happy as can be with you on his back, your arms and legs around him like a full-body embrace. He can see the tactical advantage to carrying you like this during missions, too.
Rafayel
"You want me to carry you?â Rafayel scoffs. âWhat if I pulled a muscle in my arm and couldn't draw for a week? No thank you!"
He refuses until you ask if it's not that he doesn't want to carry you, but that he can't.
Now you've wounded his pride. He might not be the God of the Sea anymore, but he can't let this go unanswered! Rafayel will be on you relentlessly to let him pick you up, no matter how long it takes.
"Whoa, be careful, cutie! There's no telling how deep these puddles are from all the rain â you're super lucky your boyfriend is here to carry you to safety."
When you finally break and let him do it just so he can prove a point, he realizes he likes this way more than he thought he would. You're like his adorable little prisoner and the only way you're getting out is in praise and smooches. This will become a regular thing, I fear.
Zayne
âI told you to wear more comfortable shoes.â
Zayne inwardly grins at how quickly you deflate at his blunt response. It's adorable.
But Zayne has a hard time denying you something so innocent as wanting to be close to him. So he guides your arm to wrap around his shoulders and picks you up with a strength that always takes you by surprise.
He waits for you to settle comfortably in his arms before he starts walking. He's aware of the disapproving stares from the people around you and not too long ago, he would've been one of them. How quickly his perspective has changed because of you.
Zayne is brought out of his thoughts when he feels you peck his cheek and now you get that oh so familiar look of gentle reproach from him. "I am working on being more affectionate but I'm not there yet, MC. Now, behave or your ride will end early."
Sylus
Sylus is so caught off guard that, for once, you can see his entire thought process play out through his expressions.
Surprise at your request, suspicion you're just toying with him, the realization you're being somewhat serious, and then the most gratified look you've ever seen on his stupid smug face.
Now youâre speaking his language. So delighted youâre finally catching on, he just picks you up and continues on his way without breaking his stride.
However, you didn't specify how he should carry you. So you're draped over Sylus's shoulder and to keep you there, his hand is dangerously high up on your thigh for being in public. The smack on your ass is so inevitable, you can feel it like it's already happened.
"You just said you were tired, now you want me to put you down? You need to learn to make up your mind, kitten. I'll just carry you until you're sure of what you want."
#i think rafayel is the only one who hasn't carried us yet...? correct me if i'm wrong#love and deepspace#love & deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#love & deepspace x reader#lads x reader#l&ds x reader#my writing
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
pornography (eric draven x reader)
WARNINGS: 18+, foul language, groping/fondling, dry-humping lol, mentions of substance abuse
summary: when you finally talk to Eric Draven in rehab, it doesn't take long before you get drawn together by a force stronger than anything you have ever encountered. it doesnât help the situation that you eventually find out Eric has been drawing pictures of you⊠nude
word count: 2,337 PART 1, PART 2, PART 3
a/n: this is for all the girlies like me that just came home from watching The Crow and got their mind blown by how hot Bill was in it... holy fuck. had to write this blurb because I am so shaken up, I can't feel my face. enjoy!! there will be more parts hihi...
"I fucking hate pink,"Â
I couldn't believe that was the first thing I said to him-- the dark and broody stranger I had been eyeing through my first few weeks in rehab. He stared back at me, confusion swimming in his big green eyes, probably pondering why I had sat down next to him in the cafeteria. "Pardon?"
"It's a little ridiculous," I tried, watching as he put down his cutlery, pushing his food away as he gave me his full attention. Tugging at my pink sweater, which we were all wearing, I let out a nervous chuckle. "Whose idea was it to put a lot of addicts in pink, anyway?"
My eyes darted down to his hands as I waited for his answer-- they were huge up close, and completely covered in tattoos. I hadn't noticed them from afar; I had only noticed the ones peeking through the top of his shirt when he would pass me by in the hall, or the big eye he had on his chest that I had seen while passing by his room. I knew it wasn't nice to peek into his room while he was changing, but I was quite frankly starved of any male contact-- any girl would go crazy in here.Â
He eventually shrugged, giving me the answer I least expected; "I guess pink is supposed to be a calming colour. It's not that bad," I watched as the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, giving away hints of amusement. "Aren't you girls supposed to like pink?"
"Maybe," I mumbled, nudging food around on my plate with my fork. "I just don't like to wear it. It doesn't suit me."
The handsome stranger didn't seem to agree, another shrug following accompanied by a shy laugh. "I can't figure out whether you're being sincere or searching for compliments,"
This was most definitely not how I wanted to come off. I straightened up, resting my elbows against the table as I cleared my throat. "I'm just trying to make conversation,"
"... Why?"
"Because you've been staring at me almost as much as I've been staring at you," I put down my fork, hoping he didn't see how nervous I was. In truth, he had been staring-- it wasn't all purely one-sided. I had caught him staring at me in the courtyard, on my way to the shower, and I had also caught him lingering outside my room several times. He would usually leave when I came out, disappearing down the hall with speed I wouldn't even dream to catch up with.Â
He finally gave in to a smirk, nodding to himself as he lowered his head. "Sorry," It was clear that he hadn't thought he'd be called out like this. However, something told me he wasn't too upset about being caught either.Â
"Don't be," I said, feeling my anxiety ripping through my veins. Why was I indulging? "I just--"
It was at this moment that a guard appeared behind him, yanking him away from the table with a harshness that made me gasp. I clasped my hand over my mouth, watching as he barely reacted to the brutality.Â
"Guys and girls eat separately!" the guard yelled at me, slamming his fist down on the table.Â
My eyes widened, looking back at the handsome stranger. "But I-- I was the one who sat down here, he didn't do anything!" I protested, watching as the guard grabbed him and led him away. Groaning, I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated with the rules at this place. Why was it so fucking strict?
I eventually looked up just in time to see that the man had managed to turn around, smirking my way; "I'm Eric!" he said, holding back a laugh as he was shoved along the cafeteria for everyone to see.
Despite the horror washing over me for getting him in trouble, I managed to croak out my name as well. It seemed that he appreciated that I had at least tried to stick up for him-- What was it that I had just started?
My question would be answered a lot quicker than I had expected.Â
A few days passed, and more looks and stares were exchanged. I was dying to talk to Eric again. I knew I hadn't been sent to rehab to make friends or get feelings for someone, but something was gnawing at me to talk to him again. I wanted to be around him constantly; what was happening to me? I recognized this feeling-- it was the same feeling I got when I really, really craved something... Fuck, how I missed drugs. Maybe Eric was turning into a substitute?
It wasn't often that the door to Eric's room was open, but today it was. I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't taken the extra lap around the institute as usual, hoping to get a glimpse of him through the small window in his door. But today, I didn't have to get on my tippytoes to get a look-- there he was, picking up several drawings that had been scattered around the floor. His room looked like a mess, completely unlike how I was used to seeing it through the tiny window. This looked like the result of one of those raids that the prison guards sometimes did when they suspected there were hidden drugs in a patient's room.Â
I felt sorry for him; I knew how horrible it could feel to have someone rip through all your stuff. But as I bent down and picked up a few drawings that were at my feet, my lips parted in surprise.
It seemed I wasn't the only one caught off guard; Eric noticed me standing in his doorway, letting out a relieved sigh as he watched me inspect his drawings. He called out my name, leaning against the wall as he sized me up and scanned me, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
I cleared my throat; "Is this... me?" I held up the first drawing of the bunch. It was a sketch of me sitting in the courtyard, and I was sure that it was me-- I suppose it was my shock asking for confirmation.Â
Eric snickered, kicking off the wall. "Yeah... Sorry,"
"Stop saying sorry," I shuffled through the drawings, finding he had drawn me in multiple settings, and it was clear that I had been watched the few weeks I'd been here. "These are beautiful, Eric... I guess I'm honoured--" My words trailed off as I finally approached the last drawing. Was that...?
He didn't even try to take it away from me. Eric sighed, looking away as his cheeks flushed a light pink, similar to our uniforms.Â
Judging by his reaction, I had a feeling he wasn't so against me seeing this. It was a sketch of me, after all-- nude.Â
I had to swallow rather hard for anything to go down. I couldn't pinpoint why I wasn't absolutely horrified at this. Â "So... this is what you've been up to in here, huh?" There was no stopping the smirk that spread across my lips, holding back a flustered giggle. "This is next-level pervy, do you know that?"
It didn't take long before Eric's big hands ripped the drawings out of my hands, turning away as he shook his head. "Every artist needs a muse, no?"
"A muse? How can I be your muse if we don't know each other?"
"That's not how it works," he mumbled, throwing away the drawings into a heap on the bed. "Your beauty is all I need to get inspired."
This was enough to shock me into silence. I inhaled a sharp breath, stepping into Eric's room despite knowing it was forbidden. "So now you think I'm beautiful?"
Eric hummed, finally turning to meet my eyes. "It hasn't been the biggest secret, has it?" There was something playful about him, shameless, as though it didn't matter to him that I had just found his handmade porn. "It gets a little lonely in here, I guess. These drawings just... run out of me like water. Can't control it."
There was something so unimaginably tantalizing about Eric. Everything about him made me want to jump him then and there-- was it maybe the result of my withdrawals that were turning my brain into further mush? In a normal setting, this would have creeped me out to infinity and beyond, but knowing this was coming from the man I had been lusting after from afar for several weeks made me excuse it in a heartbeat.Â
I had no idea what possessed me to close the door to his room and lock it, knowing the repercussions could be severe if we were caught. But Eric didn't seem to mind; his green eyes widened, watching my every move like a hawk.
"It was really pretty and all... The drawing, I mean," I said, inching closer to where he had sat down on the bed. "But would you maybe want some inspiration for the next one?"
Eric's plush, pink lips parted, eyes rounding out in surprise. Despite his shock, his big hands reached out for me as I came closer, and he pulled me in between his legs. I could feel him caressing my back through my shirt, holding me with the utmost gentle touch. "I'll take all I can get," he murmured, looking up at me through his brows, a knowing smirk spreading across his face.Â
I let out a giggle as he pressed his lips against my stomach through my shirt, enjoying the intense feeling of someone against my skin again after all this time. Eric pulled away, glancing at the door before slowly trailing his fingers under my shirt, testing the waters.Â
It didn't take long before that wasn't enough for him-- my breath hitched as Eric grabbed my waist, pulling me down with him on the bed. I barely had time to think before the euphoric feeling of being kissed engulfed me. Our lips met in an open, soft kiss, almost as though we were scared to break the other if we were too needy or harsh. As I straddled him, I felt his hands tugging at my shirt, dipping back under the fabric once more. His fingers gently ghosted over my lower back, eventually ending up trailing small circles with his thumbs along the underside of my bra.Â
If I hadn't been so starved of any human contact in here, I would've never jumped the opportunity like this. But none of us knew how long we had until the guards would bust us, and it only fueled the adrenaline pumping through our veins. Our kisses became desperate, hungry, and I let out a whimper against his lips as he took the liberty of cupping my chest, feeling me up to his heart's delight. I knew I had been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw him, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers-- I decided to let him do whatever he wanted to me, no matter what.Â
I could feel Eric's cock twitch beneath me, clearly aroused. It was also at this moment that he made me sit up, tugging my shirt off of me before laying back down to scan me. Was he memorizing my body for his next sketch? It wasn't every night that I had a handsome stranger beneath me like this, so I allowed him to trail his hands up and down my body, lips parting in delight. "Fuck... Yeah, this will do," he murmured, pupils dilating at the sight before him whether he wanted them to or not.
"You sure?" I asked, giggling to myself. My hands rested against his broad chest, letting out a sigh of delight;Â God, he was sexy. As I shifted in his lap, Eric's breath hitched as I seemingly sat down in the exact right spot. Almost as though he was possessed by instinct for a moment, he grabbed my hips, rocking me against him through the fabric of our clothes.Â
Who would've thought I'd be dry-humping this stranger and enjoy it so much? My hands gripped his shirt, a quiet moan spilling past my lips-- I had forgotten this feeling. This was mostly something I did when I was a teenager, before I figured out how to have proper sex with my high school boyfriend. But it felt so damn fucking good, desperate; it didn't take long before I leaned back down, capturing his plush lips in another kiss.Â
I craved him like water. I wanted him against me, in me, for him to take me in every possible position ever-- a deep, dark part of me knew I would be insatiable from now on.Â
But our moment of ecstasy was interrupted when a guard started banging his fist against the door, his muffled yells barely registering through my arousal. Despite my dazed state, it didn't take me long to drape my shirt back on, climbing off Eric with wobbly knees. "Shit," I mumbled, turning to him with wide eyes. "I'm screwed. We're screwed."
Everything about him was so damn beautiful. The kiss-swollen lips definitely didn't help how gorgeous I thought he looked right now. Despite the situation, knowing we were in deep shit, Eric let out a soft chuckle; "I don't think you're screwed enough, actually. We'll get to that another time,"Â
My eyes widened as I gave into a light giggle. There was no way this was happening-- had my naughty rehab dreams come true? The guard banging against the door was drowned out by the incessant ringing in my ears that festered through my mind as Eric leaned down to kiss me one last time; "I hope to see you around, if they don't kill us,"
"Yeah," I breathed, only now realizing how tall he was as I looked up to meet his gaze. This man was towering over me. Holy shit. "Can't wait to see your next masterpiece."
I couldn't wait. I really couldn't.
(a/n: PART 2, PART 3 here!! enjoy<33)
#the crow 2024#eric draven x reader#the crow x reader#the crow fanfiction#eric draven fanfiction#the crow#oneshot#fanfic#fanfiction#smut#bill skarsgÄrd#bill skarsgÄrd x reader#bill skarsgard#eric draven
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
The Moan Analysisâ
A slight analysis on how jjk boys would moan | Gojo satoru; Geto suguru; Nanami kento; Ryomen sukuna; Toji fushiguro | got a little carried away while writing nanami and toji
Gojo satoru
â starting off with the vocal king of sorcerers, gojo's moans would be vocal 'vocal'. Normally gojo has a playful smooth voice that does charms to human ears, however it changes completely in bed. His voice would go two or three octaves lower as he pants and groans as he thrusts in you. He's a kinda guy who would whispers slutty compliments while fucking you in the middle of the night, depriving you of your beauty sleep. If you're the one who's riding him, he would be squirming as whimpers would follow his delicate trembling lips, especially if you clench too hard around him. He has no shame voicing his pleasures and thus innocently ruins neighbour's peace.
Geto suguru
â Suguru's a guy, who lies mostly within rough grunts to panting breaths. He won't be the one to be much vocal while doing the thing. The vocal one in the relationship would be you, since you can't keep your mouth shut when he takes you (c'mon I mean nobody can keep it shut if it's geto suguru). He loves hearing your moans instead. And boy, he hasn't voiced out his thoughts yet, as its kinda embarrassing to him but if you would agree to it, he would record your moans into a playlist. I'm not even kidding, there would be a sorted out one containing your moans from finger fucking, eating you out, fucking you etc. (not to mention he would jerk off to those playlists when you're away from him)
Nanami kento
â ASMR. I repeat ASMR. The moans of nanami kento would be literal asmr to your ears. As a former salary man and now again a sorcerer, nanami gets real tired and has trouble sleeping. You were thinking of suggesting him asmr to relieve stress however you realised maybe he would want something more better. And this is how you would find yourself facing the mattress as your back is firmly pressed on namami's toned chest as he thrusts in and out, while snaking an arm around your curves finding his way to your neck slightly choking you, making you drool. His moans would be breathy and slight croaky. He won't waste his stamina trying to talk rather than keep his mind focused on the sensation on the pleasure where you suck him in so good. The only time he would be any vocal would be when he reaches his climax as he cums inside you with a series of low groans.
Ryomen sukuna
â Kk, forget about his moaning, this merciless guy would fuck you so hard that you would barely hear any sound other than you whining and moaning under him. The only time you could hear him moan, would be when you give him a blowjob or a titjob whatever he wants. His moans would consist of breathy groans to slight pants while he degrades you. You would know you're doing a great job if his voice cracks while passing you a snarky comment or if his breath hitched while you draw your tongue over his tip licking it clean as it twitches in your mouth. Though every single thing you do would make him experience heaven (which he would never go, nor you guys....lol) he would never accept that you have a slight dominance when sucking him or riding him as it would affect his ego.
Toji fushiguro
â Forget about his moans, his existence itself is the sluttiest to ever happen. Also he's such a softie in love babe I swear. He won't be much vocal again except the time he reaches his climax. He would cum as he whispers delicate words of you being such a good girl taking him in as he pants and groans. His words might mess up a little bit, as he cums, might end up blabbering nonsense incoherent words as he rides his high. He makes sure to say one thing everytime you guys have sex, is that he's grateful for you to exist in his world and would beg you a million times to never disappear. To never leave him. That's the only time he shows his true self to you, which you embrace in your arms, cupping his cheeks to gently kiss him to sleep. Even though he seems tough outside, I feel he might be the most insecure person due to his childhood experiences and might hesitate to open up to you. But there's no doubt he would be on his knees for you.
Other parts of the series- The cum analysis | The dick analysis
© strawberrymochin 24 | plagiarism won't be tolerated |
#jjk#jjk smut#jjk x reader#satoru gojo#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru#geto suguru smut#geto suguru x reader#kento nanami#nanami x reader#nanami kento smut#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna smut#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen smut
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
YES 2 HEAVEN
a/n: continuation of this. ARRRGHHH also i swear i couldve written this better i kinda hate this lol / tagging @jabamin @shotorus @hyomagiri @crysugu @valberry @lov3rbody â¶
wc: 4.1k (got carried away again ! lord help me)
warnings: dad!gojo, fem!reader, he is enamoured with you, dom!gojo, calls you âmamaâ, also like slight daddy kink, sex while pregnant, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, implied f! masturbation, oral / cunnilingus, fingering, clit stimulation, praise, pet names, spitting, mating press, multiple rounds, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut
ⶠdilf!gojo . . .
. . . who, when you were pregnant, could never get enough of your glow. sure, youâd look tired and worn out half the time but gojo thought you never looked better cradling your belly whilst you took your afternoon nap, or when youâd do some light chores around the house (you won over gojo trying to stop you). not to mention, your breasts were fuller and heavier with milk, soaking through your slip dresses often that heâs had to hide his hard-on more and more.
. . . who, on more than one occasion has had your tits caged within his hand: watching television, in naps, sex, he was unbelievably obsessed with the way the fabric around your nipples would leak and darken in colour. all he wanted was to knead them as he eats up your delicious moans, sucking hickies into your throat and holding your baby bump with his other hand. and then when satoru first peels the dress off of you, he whimpers, admiring the way your tits lactate and leak milk from its tip.
âsâsatoruââ youâre sat sideways on his lap like the sweet girl you are and the first contact of his tongue around your nipple makes you let out a long moan. the sensitivity is all too much for you together with the heaviness of your belly and your hormones spiking and your husband simply smiles into your skin. he slurps at the liquid that drips from your tits, groaning into your breasts and the vibrations makes you clench your thighs together. it doesnât go unnoticed by him when heâs got his hand between them, playing lazily with your clit and he presses a little harshly into your bundle of nerves and it draws such a beautiful cry and a spurt of your milk from your nipples right into his mouth. satoru cleans up well, noises similar to when heâd eat you out, âmmh⊠such perfect tits, mama, leaking so much milk just fâr me.â â¶
. . . whose hands look more rugged than he was young, fingertips a certain roughness to it from the boxes of the furniture of the nursery heâs carried to the training he still partakes in for young sorcerers. but they look especially pretty when he cuts up strawberries and bananas for your pancakes and later on, a teacup that barely makes its appearance in his hand from just how large he was in comparison to your baby girlâs tea set. your eyes also like to trail his hands as they skillfully weave your girlâs hair in a braid, hypnotised in which he uses his teeth to drag the hair tie to his fingers. satoru has a different opinion â he likes to see it on your belly when he wants to feel the baby kick and on your plush thighs when heâs teasing you, so close yet so far to your uncomfortable cunt.
. . . who uses your badly shaven job against you when his lips graze along your still full breasts and down to your torso. you can feel him drag the stubble against your inner thighs and itâs like heâs relishing in the way you squirm and thrash around on the bed, but the gojo below you is the culmination of multiple years of missions and caring for a baby girl. he looks so damn stunning between your legs as he usually does, except his features are more wrinkly and lenient and gentle, white strands turning just a little silver â it may just be the trick of the light.
but the way he eats you out has never changed â heâs already gone past making you beg for it. a hand on your inner thighs, caressing the skin and letting him do his damage, but itâs usually not long that gojo needs to hear you. âi heard you like this?â he laughs as he uses his teeth to pull at your underwear as he lifts your hips like you weigh nothing and his eyes are fixated on the way youâre leaking so much that thereâs a string of arousal that connects your panties to your pussy. ââtoru . .â youâre whining, grasping at nothing âcause your belly was just too big. he finds your hand easily and twines your fingers. âyeah, angel?â with your legs propped up, he can appreciate the glory of your soaking pussy, and he thinks your tummy just looks divine, carrying a whole new life within it and still looking beautiful as ever. you preen when his mouth licks a stripe up your cunt and you can practically feel the stubble along your pussy lips. âmmhâ was made to eat your pussy out, mama.â itâs no different from before. gojo eats you out with his skillful tongue, lapping at your folds and clit messily. youâre squeezing his hands at the intense sensations and he squeezes right back, other hand slowly drawing circles around your clenching, needy hole.
âlook at âer,â gojo moans softly in awe as his finger parts your folds and he eases it in, your cunt automatically clamping down. you were right â they did feel rougher, bigger â itâs like you can feel the pads of his fingers and the lines on his digits. âso damn wettt . .â gradually he adds another and starts pumping them, moaning alongside you as your filthy husband nuzzles the bottom of his face into your sex and the prickle of his facial hair is so prominent â you just have to grind your hips onto his face. âcareful of the baby, darling.â he lightly warns, fairly muffled, but he lets his little wife continue whatever sheâs doing. ââtoru, âtoruâ needa c-cum . .â youâre whimpering, looking like a greek goddess as youâre dripping, dripping, all over satoruâs chin. âyeah? give it to daddy, baby, câmon.â he moans into your clit, slurping up your juices mercilessly as his fingers reach so deep in you. âthatâs right, thatâs my girlâ oooh fuckk . . . so much cum for meââ youâre cumming with a loud cry, plump thighs squeezing his head and he only presses his tongue deeper into your core as flood his tongue with your juices. he smacks his lips together and shoots you a smirk, âwhat a sweet thing my lil wife is â sweetest pussy too.â â¶
. . . who has to fuck you at least once while youâre pregnant, but he hadnât imagined he would get so addicted to the look of your body rocking back and forth, so limp and pliant for him, especially with how he could easily do anything to you with how strong he was and yet youâre surrending everything up to him. satoru who has you in all sorts of positions where he can look at your supple breasts bounce as you cradle the baby in anxiety with one arm and the other is lining his back in red. and he hadnât expected youâd be so horny too.
. . . whose dick you just canât get enough of, pouncing on him once heâs gotten home from missions all sweaty and out of breath and your heart gets caught in your throat. guiding your hand to your little cunt when you wake in the morning to his toned chest and the look of soon-to-be-father looking so good on him. sending him little voice notes as you go on appointments by yourself (gojo hates himself for having a mission clash), but the contrast of your husbandâs tear-filled apology before your needy audios is a stark contrast, fingers rubbing at your clit in the hospital toilet, unsatisfied. high-pitched whines whenever his cock would kiss your cervix juuust right and moaning how you want his cum in you, again
your husband throws his head back when he first sinks into you, but not before he slaps his cock along your folds, already soaking the sheets from the four times heâs made you cum. âfâfuck, so warm in here, baby.â gojo presses your hands to his lips and lays multiple kisses along it, even licking at your fingers and keeping his eyes locked on you while plunging them into your mouth. the gesture is sensual, hips rocking into you while his tongue glides over your fingers; he brings it to your clit after, helping you and satoru hopes he wouldnât cum too early. especially when your hair is all splayed out with that glow along your cheeks. the position accentuate the curves of your body and your swelling stomach, and fuck, if he could paint, the image of your anatomy would be burned into his brain. âsâfull, daddy.â he simply caresses your sore belly, âyeah? is it now?â heâs buried all the way to the hilt and the deepness sends a chill up your spine, âtakinâ me like the good girl you are.â
âsatoru, satoru, mmhhfuck,â your hands are holding into his forearms so tightly as he rocks into you, legs wrapped around his waist to trap him with your pussy and you truly wish your baby bump would be bigger so you didnât have to look at your husbandâs fucked out face and sweaty locks, grunts leaving his mouth as he continues to fuck into you with firm, solid thrusts. âw-what is it, sweethâ s-shit, this pussyâs too fuckinâ good.â you mewl at the words, staring up at him through hooded lids and a lax jaw. âtell me whatâ fuucckâ you want, baby,â your words are beyond comprehensible, so you only can moan louder and babble over and over again, âcumâ wanâ your cum, wanâ your cum, âtoru!â and gojo has a full blown aneurysm at the way you beg even when you were already knocked up. gojoâs breath and hips stutter at the way you hold onto his arm and plead, cumming straight into the warmth of your cunt with a loud groan. âdonât know how much i love your cunt, sweets.â â¶
. . . who, once you give birth to your baby girl, has never stopped thirsting over you, but heâs a little more considerate in letting your body rest. most of the time heâs pleasuring you just as you were with your baby bump, always the quickest to stand up and run to the nursery when heâd hear the babyâs cries or pass off him being between your legs as just wrestling as your darling girl gets another terrible nightmare. satoru has put you first, always, but lately the chivalrous acts that heâs been doing is landing you in a position of a dilemma â between decorum of a mother and the filthiness of a wife whose husband is just too hot.
. . . who stands out to you more with his new found love for tight black shirts and low riding sweatpants, always prancing around the penthouse with it glued to his body and accentuates just the best parts of his body. you werenât sure if it was the post pregnancy hormones doing its job or whatever, but there are many times where you can see yourself staring a little too much: on movie nights when he manspreads and adjust his hips, one hand tucked behind the sofa and you can see the muscles in his arm moving. all gojo asks is âtake a picture. itâll last longer, baby,â and you just roll your eyes, but not before one more glance to his inviting lap. when itâs the morning and youâre already up tending to the baby, bouncing her around and breastfeeding her before your head snaps to the low, raspy greeting and youâre blessed with satoru and his arm up on the doorframe, watching you. heâs yawning and scratching at his torso while the sweatpants ride low, showing a peek of his v-line and happy trail. heâs giving you the sweetest, yet somehow sexiest smile as he saunters up to you, surrounded by his toned body and strong arms.
. . . who knows what heâs doing when he sees your distracted stares to the point your baby girl has to drag your hand full of food to her mouth; or in times of sleepiness in the dawn where all he wears are boxers and he has the gift of hearing your not so quiet gasp when you see him emerge from the bathroom after his morning skincare. what really seals the deal though, is the day you had a reunion with the students of jujutsu high, a nice little picnic out near tokiwa bridge and gojo just had to show his girls off â what was meant to be a wholesome day turned into thoughts of your husbandâs physique as he challenges nanami to a âcarry-offâ, the still stoic sorcerer not even bothering to participate as gojo swoops you both into his arms. your daughter on his right and you on his left, and youâre scrambling to grab his shoulder. it sinks into you like an anchor: just how fit he was, the lines of his tense arm, the cheeky wink he sends to you while youâre up there. you only hope he canât feel your pussy throb from that.
âyou alright, darling?â your babyâs asleep comfortably on your chest, and your eyes can only burn holes into the hand thatâs resting on your thigh, swallowing before facing your husband who only seemed to get hotter the more he ages. when you turn to him heâs already looking at you, a lopsided smile on his face before he breaks eye contact and steps on the gas when the traffic light turns green, letting out a loaded exhale when you grab his hand and twine your fingers.
that two person carry has been etched onto your mind long after youâve reached the penthouse along with everything thatâs been going on, but youâre interrupted when satoru squeezes your hand, pulling you into his embrace while keeping your darling girl asleep. heâs skilled at that, as he is with his lips, pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. you can feel your stomach turn with anticipation, tasting his gloss as he whispers âshould we order takeout tonight?â
you hum, âi can cook, âtoru.â
his hands feel hot on your waist, ârest today, baby. we did spend a whole day in the hot sun,â they draw circles on your lower back, âplus, we have that event tomorrow, donât wanna tire you out.â
âthe eventâs at night you goof,â you laugh, a slow hand stroking your daughterâs hair. stark white and striking as always.
âstill.â he grins and winks like thereâs some ulterior motive, leaning in to kiss you again before your girl rouses and yawns.
âgood morning, my love.â satoru coos as she finds her bearings, looking around in confusion and only being able to focus on her fatherâs hand on her hair.
âna-na-min?â the awkward plea in her voice would drive gojo to burn the world down, to call nanami right now to meet up again, but he knows all that would only warrant annoyance. he could call yuji, but he did mention something about having dinner with his partner tonight.
gojo feels bad to be breaking her heart like this, âno, darling, âm sorry.â his heart breaks even more when she breaks into a slight cry and he attempts to quell her sobs by baby-talking her.
âcâmon, why donât you let papa carry you, and mama can head off to take care of herself, hm?â he suggests with a big grin, mood changing instantly as he plucks her out of your arms, again emphasising his strong arms when they hold her on one side and curl another around you. âgo clean up first. iâll settle dinner for her.â
but the shower seemed to be a bad idea at the time, emerging from the steamy bathroom to see your husband with his shirt off and the baby already all cleaned up and fed. she was swaddled in her most comfortable blanket, the fabric of it peeping out from the side as your eyes focus on the rippling muscles of gojoâs back. he bounces the baby gently as he burps her, muttering little praises and sounds.
âoh, babyââ he catches sight of you in the doorway in a towel and he only smiles, not knowing how you were trying to digest just how broad his shoulders were and how small his waist was. had he always been so fine?
âheard about skin to skin contact with your baby,â he whispers, âsays it increases our bond.â
and if you could, youâd drag him back to the chapel all over again to renew your vows, because you didnât expect him to be such a sap. you also didnât expect him to read you so well. the babyâs asleep and itâs well past midnight, masking yet another shaky sigh when your body sinks more into his side.
âsatoruââ
âyeeess . .?âÂ
you stand up with vigour you didnât think you have, plopping yourself down onto his lap and all he does is smile slyly. the way his bare body moves as he leans back is enough drive for you to shut him up.
âhavenât been able to stop thinking about you.â
âoh? you have a crush on me?â
so infuriating as always. you roll your eyes and grind down on him, igniting such a familiar and archaic feeling that you havenât felt in a long time: his bulge against you, the soft groan he lets out. heâs always been treating you time and time, and yet he puts his own needs on hold. a perfect husband like him waited only for you to initiate things, and yet you wonder why it took you so long. maybe it was the baby taking up most of your time, maybe it was him being on missions and coming home dead-beat tired.
maybe you knew youâd never turn back if you indulged yourself â pushing out a whole baby wasnât exactly easy. but youâve missed him. on you, in you.
âweâre married, you dumbass.â
âstill in disbelief, my bad.â gojo laughs, âis there anything you wanna tell me?â
you sigh, pulling him to you so your foreheads would touch. you breathe onto his lips â âplease take care of me.â
oh, gojo satoru did take care of you and more, burying his face between your legs and making you cum over and over. he made your voice hoarse and your thighs ache, juices soaking the sheets from just how wet you were.
âoh, you needed this, huh?â
âshut up.â gojo moans when you push him back onto your cunt, already having orgasmed thrice just from his tongue. he was skillful and he knew it, just as much as he knew just how tight youâd be when he smeared your cum all over your pussy and pushed past your folds. satoru whines at the tightness, at having missed your cunt wrapped around him for so long that he can tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.
âfâfuck . . so fuckinâ good, sâtight . .â youâre not that well off, either, thinking the shower was a waste of water as your sweaty stomach heaved in anticipation while he bottomed out. gojo cries out in a choked moan, âyou feel so gâgood, mama.â
âw-whoâs needing it now?â you breathe out, fingers digging into his shoulders so harshly it hurt. you catch a glimpse of satoruâs smile and a shake of his head â youâd need to be carried tomorrow, for sure.
he pulls out and slams back in so accurately you let out a loud moan, insides turning to mush after so long. the feel of him filling you up is like none other, pussy gripping onto him like a vice. you canât remember the last time you let him take you.
âso p-perfect for meââ gojo rasps out, looking at you drunkenly. the mother of his child, his wife, it weighs on him and he just thinks he needs to fuck you until you know how much joy you bring to his life. your body rocks as your lover fucks into you, hovering over your body and looking so ethereal. his hair falls into his eyes that you just have to pull him down, crashing your lips against his. the moans he lets out against your face is lovely and you can feel his cock twitch as your legs wrap around his waist.
ââtoruâ shiiitt . .â your back arches off of the bed, body caving into satoru like second nature. he lets out babbles against your lips, room filled with the sounds of his balls slamming into your ass, coupled with your weeping pussy, coating his length with all that you can give to him. âso deepââ
âthatâs âcause youâre suckinâ me in, babyââ he laughs breathlessly, cutting off your answer with another kiss, feeling the brush of pelvic bone against your clit. itâs all you need to cum hard, still sensitive after so long and your pussy clenches around gojoâs shaft even tighter; it gets gojo whining into the kiss before he reaches his high too, spilling into you with wide eyes and stuttering hips. you moan at the sensation, eyes pleading your husband for more, more, more.Â
âforgot how much i loved doing that, f-fuckââ gojo hums as he removes your legs from his waist, pushing you into a deep mating press and you squeal when you feel his cock barely hit your g-spot in this new position, âyeah? ya feel that?â
you nod mindlessly, hands now holding onto his forearms before his hips start moving again and youâre left to whining like a slut. your thighs dig into your chest as gojo folds your body in half, rutting into you messily. thereâs so much cum, mixed in filthily as your words only descend into incoherence.
âyes, yes, yes!â are all you can manage as gojo grunts from above you: his stubble, his broad shoulders, his matured face, they all look beautiful in the cold night. heâs so focused on the way your cunt sucks him in, hips stammering when your hand comes into view to rub your clit. âgive it all tâme, daddy.â
thereâs a small growl that leaves his lips at that, pace reaching an animalistic one as he angles his hips. âopen yâmouth.âÂ
satoru is driven crazy when you obey silently, and he has to push deeper into you to reach your mouth, making you falter and pull your brows together â you recover fast enough to catch the spit hanging from his mouth, dribbling slowly into your mouth even when gojoâs hips never stop their assault.
âattagirl,â he praises, smiling softly at the way your pussy twitched at that. he knows youâre close by the look in your eyes, grasping aimlessly at his shoulders.Â
âgonna let me cum in you again? hm?â gojoâs thrusts are sloppy now, fuelled by the squelch of your drooling cunt, âgonna let daddy put another baby in you?â
you mewl at that, âwanâ thatâ want all of itââ intoxicated on his cock, they hit the deepest parts of you; you know and love the way his tip hits your sweet spot, you know and love the way the shaved pubes of his pelvis brush up against your clit so well.
âtake it thenââ gojo grunts, holding your legs up and meets your eyes and the simple call of his name has him shivering. he cums deep, shooting his load so white and hot in you that youâre moaning loudly at the feeling, hand on your clit increasing in pace before your fifth for the night, legs trembling in his grip and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.Â
gojo thinks youâre god. âthatâs itâ shit, take all of my cum, mama.â you can barely see blue, rather seeing spots of white that fill your vision and you get dizzy and overstimulated, groaning finally when he removes his cock from you. so much cum spills out, pussy pushing it out and satoru bites his lips at the sight.
but you both know youâre far from done when gojo lies on his back, ulterior motive fulfilled when he sees you climb on top of him and drag your pussy along the base of his dick. with you like this, stretch marks and plumpier breasts, you still look as beautiful as you did before the baby, letting you interlock your fingers with his.Â
your mouth falls open in a soft âsatoruâ as you sink down onto his still hard, leaking cock and he never wants to look at anyone else ever again, lest he misses even one second of witnessing a goddess like you at work.
gojo cannot resist sitting up to meet you halfway in a soft kiss (âthank you, âtoru. you always take care of me so well.â) and it gives him all the confirmation he needs when your hips first move and the moans and the lewd sounds of your cunt sound more heavenly than all the choirs in the world.
âitâs what you deserve, baby. only the best.â
#I WROTE SM BYE#jujutsu kaisen gojo#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk scenarios#jjk gojo#jjk gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojou satoru x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojou satoru smut#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader
6K notes
·
View notes
Text
a touch of salt, a taste of flesh
synopsis: in which toji cannot decide whether or not he wants to eat or love the pretty little human he saved from drowning. w.c: 2k.
pairing: merman!toji fushiguro x f!reader.
warnings: mature themes! mentions of gore and blood, mentions of drowning, open ending. sfw but MDNI!
a/n: if you saw me post this yesterday no you didnât. please donât let the fic flop this time lol. heavily inspired by this delicious art!
divider / ao3
the ocean loved to keep her secrets.
she coveted every single one of them, for each was a precious pearl of knowledge about her soul. to know even a single one was to be doomed to a life of fear, to be at the mercy of her passing whims, because you could never tell when she would decide to punish you for it and bash you into pieces.
she didnât think she knew anything at all about the ocean.
but here she was, coughing up salty secrets trapped deep within her lungs.
again.
while a pair of green eyes watched her.
they were always watching her.
âwhy do you continue to tempt the sea?â he purred, a slight smirk touching his lips. âlittle humanâ
little human.
because that is what she was, and what he most certainly wasn't.
it was in the way he smiled at her â cold and dark and cruel as the smothering sea that had tried snuff her out, curling around her throat like tendrils of seaweed.
a dark, shark-like tail rose from the sea as the creature tilted his head, wet strands of his black hair dripping to the side. he winced every time she coughed some more, as if it were far too loud for his liking, and looked down at her like she was a grain of sand stuck between his scales.
she probably was nothing.
especially not to something like him.
âdo you really need to know what itâs like when death creeps up on you?â he continued, dismissively waving a clawed, scaly hand at her. âi could always just tell you how it feels.â
she sucked in a shaky, pathetic heaving breath of sea air into her chest, still gasping and sputtering onto the white-washed sand. the coarse grains scratched her palms painfully, and she tried to calm herself, breathing in and out with the rise and fall of the tide.
his eyes narrowed playfully, thin slits of green in the night. âthere, there. youâll be just fine.â
she didnât feel like she would be.
there was nothing comforting about him at all.
he was a predator.
his teeth were just that little bit longer than they should be â sharper, pearlescent, and flashing dangerously in the silver moonlight. even though this was the third time he has saved her from succumbing to the depths of the sea, she still didnât know why he had saved her, or why he still continued to.
but it had to be for something.
or else, he wouldnât have saved her the first time. he would have let her fingers disappear beneath the waves forever, let her sink to the bottom of the darkest ocean. he wouldnât keep on watching her from the shoreline, circling round and round the island like a shark drawing ever closer to its prey.
waiting to strike, ready to bite.
âwhy?â was all she could muster in a hoarse voice, sand tickling her throat.
âwhy?â he repeated, that saccharine smirk playing on his lips again. âwhy what, little human?â
âwhy do you keep on singing?â
the green slits widened a fraction, and he started to laugh. her heart hammered against her chest, and she was afraid she might have said the wrong thing.
âis that what you would call it?â he asked incredulously, a sprinkle of offense creeping into his voice. âsinging?â
she gulped.
what else would she call it?
that was what it sounded like to her. she would sit beneath a gnarled tree at the cliffsâ edge, where the earth dipped sharply towards the sea, its rocky face curled over the sea like an old manâs wrinkly hand. there, she would listen, trying to make sense of the strange words wafting from his tongue in the salty breeze.
she wouldâve started a war for him.
would have shoved her arms into the bodies of the bent and broken, rummage through all their bones to offer him their still-warm, unbeating hearts.
but there was something in his haunting baritone that made her want to cry, to surrender to the sea, naively believing she could somehow help save him from his own restlessness. to block out the echoing memories that, in that moment, were blurred together and she wasnât sure if they belonged to him or her.
there had to be some kind of magic involved.
because tonight was the third time she had heard his haunting song.
and the third time she had mindlessly wandered into the arms of the ocean and her false welcome, full of promises she had no intention of keeping.
despite knowing full well that she couldnât even swim.
his laughter died with the wind, a low, lilting hum lingering at the edge of his words. âmaybe you shouldnât be listening so closely,â he murmured, his eyes heavy with something that looked like hunger. âthe sea doesnât sing for humans.â
he drifted a touch closer to where she was lying, slicing through the shallow water like a blade. she sat up straight, digging her heels into the sand to scramble away from him.
âand yet, here you are,â he said, amusement curling his lips. âagain.â
she licked the salt from the cracks in her lips, stuttering, âi-i donât k-know why.â
maybe it was her obvious helplessness, or perhaps he could smell her hopeless desperation like rotting flesh, but his eyes softened.
âitâs the call for myâŠâ he trailed off, smacking his lips as he searched for the word. âheart.â
he said the it disdainfully, like he didnât really want to believe he had a heart at all. she couldnât imagine that he had one either, or that it wanted for anything beyond his most base desires.
flesh and blood.
âyour heart?â she repeated in disbelief.
he glowered at her, his tail flicking through the water in annoyance. âyes,â he said, adding much more quietly. âand it seems iâve found it.â
run away, now.
âw-what?â she sputtered, salt-coated sand flying to the back of her throat.
the creature grinned widely, mischievous fangs glinting, âoh, you know, little human.â
she did know; she just didnât want to admit it.
âi-i neverâ i donât understand.â
âno? then why do you keep trying to swim to me?â
she didnât know what to say to that.
it was silent for a long time, the sweeping sea moving backwards and forwards like the ebb of time between them. she could see more of him too, even though she knew better than to look.
and he was beautiful.
his tail was longer than she thought, silky smooth and gray like a sharkâs was, marred with pink scars and rakes as deep and painful as the ocean. it curled high above his head as he lay belly down in the sand.
oh, but his eyes.
they were a chest of shimmering emeralds, locked onto her every minuscule movement. but his pupils were infinite, a black hole of mysteries and knowledge of ancients city that had come and gone, of seas of blood and red misery.
yet, he was here, on this unremarkable beach at the edge of the world, calling for his heart â for her.
and sheâd somehow answered.
âwhatâs your name?â she blurted out.
there was a strange rumble in his chest before he replied with, âtoji.â
toji.
it reminded her of the cold kiss of winter, the inevitable conquest of snow over the trees and blooms, covering everything in its white death. he belonged to the ice-covered seas of the north and south, definitely not from places where the sun and joy pierced through the waves.
there was no doubt that toji was king of those icy seas, reigning supreme over the darkness found within the kelp forests of the deep trenches.
âhow old are you?â
toji tilted his head curiously, completely silent as he pondered and searched for an answer.
âhow long have humans sailed the seas?â
how very lonely.
she knew she shouldnât feel anything for toji, least of all feel sorry for him. but here she was, itching for him to take her hand and drag her into the depths he called home. maybe that was what his song meant; perhaps all he wanted was someone to share in ruling over the ice and sea.
how ironic that she couldnât even swim.
he drummed his sharp fingers against a closed fist, slow and irritatingly suspenseful. âyouâre bleeding, you know?â
she frowned and looked down at both sides of her palms, between her pruned fingers, and then further down.
oh.
there was a small stream of blood beneath her left foot, trailing toward the sea before being swept away with the tide.
straight towards toji.
that was when she saw the dangerous twitch dancing on his scarred lip, and she realized just how long he had been holding back for.
âiâm sorry,â she whispered breathlessly, and she truly meant it.
tojiâs eyes narrowed again, but there was a spark of anger in them this time. âdonât apologize,â he hissed. âneverâ not for that.â
for that, for bleeding.
would a shark thank her for covering up a wound?
she didnât think so.
toji asked for her name, and she offered it freely, willingly. he repeated it loudly, the deep baritone of his voice starting to sing her name in an increasingly agitated-sounding tone.
mine, mine, mine.
her name wasnât her own anymore.
he was looking at her now, like he wanted to slice open her chest, pull out her heart, and play with the strings that made it beat. to shove his fingers into her aorta to say that he had been really inside her â his â heart.
mine, mine, mine.
and then, his cold hand was gripping her ankle, claws lightly digging into her skin.
she let out a yelp as toji dragged her toward him, the sea rushing over her cheeks and into her ears. he was on top of her, the wetness of the sea bleeding into her, his weight heavy and suffocating, pushing every bit of air out of her fragile lungs. his fingers dug deep into her thighs, just about to pierce through the plush skin.
she beat against the hardness of his chest, ât- cough! toji, please, stop.â
but he wasnât really there, caught somewhere between the whispering blood ocean and the misty memories haunting his soul.
a pearly tear slipped down his cheek.
âi ca-ah! canât breath.â
the same deep sound rumbled from his chest, and toji lifted himself up from her ever so slightly. she sucked in great gasping breaths, her eyes teary and blurry as she looked at him through lashes laden with salt.
another milky tear fell from his left eye and dripped down onto the curve of her cheek.
âwould you slip away?â toji whispered, his voice rolling over her like the tide, but he sounded far, far away. âinto the sea, for me.â
she didnât want to.
but then he started to hum low and sweet, his wet lips pressed to her neck, and she was ready to.
she could see through the mist and blood now, far above the clouds and the sky and the sun breaking through the horizon. her heart was burning with salt and secrets â secrets she didnât know she possessed.
until now.
that she was one with the sea, and maybe always had been. so, she didnât mind all that toji was slowly pulling her towards the depths instead of away from them.
a flash of brilliant green lit up the sky.
was it tojiâs eyes or a farewell from the sorrowful sun?
she didnât know; she didnât care anymore.
she was his to keep now.
àœČâĄàż
©storiesoflilies 2024, all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my work on other sites! i only post on ao3 and tumblr.
#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x y/n#toji x you#toji x reader#jjk toji#toji zenin#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji fushiguro#fushiguro toji#toji fic#jjk oneshot#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen au#jjk au#jjk fanfic
438 notes
·
View notes
Note
Omg I just had the most disgusting stepcest thought...
Stepdad!Toji has you on his lap spread eagle as he talks stepbro!Choso through giving you oral... Toji's hands wandering over your tits pointing out things in your pretty cunt etc while Choso is on his knees observing learning and eating you out.....
I know megumi makes more sense but I don't care lol...
âź tags. . objectification, toji is a pervert, stepcest, he slaps your pussy. ê±âËâč divider credits!
you sob. toji has been doing that for long minutes now and your plump clit is so sensitive that you don't know how much longer you can stand to keep being used as a demonstration of how to satisfy a woman before you reach orgasm without permission.
with the help of your arousal, he slides two thick fingers around your clit without actually touching it. he opens your pussy and spreads it apart so choso can watch closely how hard you're squeezing⊠choso leans forward, you see him lick his upper lip and mentally note everything his stepfather tells him.
"you have to wait for her body to ask to be used, okay? you have to be patient."
you tilt your neck down to look at choso sitting at toji's feet, his legs crossed, knees in opposite directions as he gazes intently at your open pussy.
"this is the most important place," toji murmurs behind your back, his silken, husky voice sending tingles through your body. "see how she reacts if I touch her hereâŠ" two fingers massage one of your breasts giving special care to the nipple, tugging at it as if hoping to draw milk from there, the other hand is in the middle of your legs moving to the tune of his words over your clit and between your wet folds. "you see how wet it is."
"I see that." muses Choso, almost drooling.
you moan again. "tojiâŠ" you call out to him, you try to cling to his arms and improve the position you're in but his arms hugging your legs below your knees, keeping you open for him with your thighs pushing up to your chest prevent you from doing so.
toji slaps your pussy.
"hold still." then he turns to choso. "do you want to try?"
"yeah, i'm ready. i want to taste it."
#asks#lovers âËá°#this with megumi is such a dangerous scenario#đ€§#wr#cw stepcest#cw objectification#tw stepcest#cw dark content
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Three's Company
Cassian x Reader x Azriel
kinktober day 3 | threesomes, spitroasting
kinktober '24 masterlist | Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist
Story Summary: You come home to your roommates after a terrible date, and they offer a sympathetic ear. And maybe some sympathetic touch, too.
Warnings: smut, uhhhh smut
Words: ~2.2k
Author's Note: here it is, day 3 of kinktober! I'm happy I got this out lol it was a bit of a struggle, work tired me out. But enjoy some nice smutty Az n Cass! I hope you guys like it!
18+ only pls
đ€â€ïžđ€đđ€
âI canât believe this,â you sighed as you fell back onto the couch, right between your two roommates.
âWhat is it, Y/N?â
It was Cassian, sitting to your left who asked.
You sighed again. âYou know that guy I was seeing?â
âGeorge, or something, right?â Azriel asked from your right.
âYeah⊠We went out again tonight, and things were going really well until we got back to his apartment.â You fell forward, pressing your chest to your knees and your head in your hands.
âDid he try something?â Azriel asked, his voice low, almost irritated, if you had to guess.
âI mean, technically yes, but I wanted him to. Itâs more what he didnât do that was the problem,â you said, still bent over yourself. âLike, I went down on him without him even needing to ask, but when I asked if he would eat me outâŠâ You bolted upright, covering your face with your hands as your face turned crimson. âIâm sorry, that was probably way too much information.â
Two gentle, giant hands rubbed your back soothingly.
âNot at all, sweetheart. Iâd like to know just how much I should glare at the man if I ever run into him,â Cassian said.
âKeep going, you had more to say, right?â Azriel asked, his hand on the back of your neck now, gently rubbing out the tension.
âJust⊠He refused to eat me out, said that itâs disgusting for me to even ask⊠And then I stillâŠâ You sighed once more. âWe still had sex but he came after like, a minute. How fucking pathetic is that?â
âSweetheart,â Cassian said softly, his arm wrapping tightly around you, bringing you into his side. âWhat an asshole. You deserve so much better than any of that.â
Azrielâs arm joined his, and then you were being squeezed between the two men, both of them placing a kiss on your head.
âI think I have an idea to make you feel better,â Azriel suggested.
You dropped your hands to your lap and turned your head to look at him, his blazing hazel eyes meeting yours. âAnd what would that be?â You asked quietly.
Azrielâs eyes left yours and looked over your head for a moment before locking eyes with you again.
And then two hands wrapped around each of your thighs, hauling each to rest between two thick, strong legs, spreading you wide open.
âIâll offer you a deal, kitten,â Azriel started. âIf we can make you cum harder and more times than any of those crappy guys youâve a dating over the past six months, you date us.â
Your breath hitched in your throat- were they serious?
âWhat do you say, sweetheart?â Cassian asked lowly, his lips by your ear, and you shivered at the feeling.
âMmâŠâ You bit your lip, considering their offer as their fingers drummed on your inner thighs, small licks of heat accompanying their touch. âYes,â you breathed, and that was all it took for their hands to start moving.
Cassianâs moved to take off your top, while Azrielâs slid beneath your skirt, brushing against your bare cunt- you had forgotten to grab your underwear before booking it out of Georgeâs apartment.
âNaughty little kitten,â he whispered in your ear before dipping a finger inside of you, humming in satisfaction when he found you wet already.
Cassian pulled your top over your head and off of your arms, tossing it to the side. His arms wrapped around you, hands immediately moving to cover your breasts, squeezing them and testing their weight. His plush lips kissed along the expanse of your throat, drawing a quiet whine from your lips.
Azriel had moved his finger, coated in your slick, to rub small, slow paced circles on your clit, and you knew then that you would be dating them, one way or the other.
After all, how common could it be to find two incredibly attractive men who wanted to give you pleasure at the same time?
Cassianâs hands kneaded your tender flesh, thumbs rolling over you nipples in time with Azrielâs swirling finger on your clit, heat building quickly in your core from their touch.
âFeeling good so far, sweetheart?â Cassian asked in your ear.
You nodded in agreement with your eyes closed, moaning out a soft âYes,â your breath hitching when Cassian squeezed your right nipple tightly.
Azriel stopped his movements, removing his hand from your center altogether, and you whined in protest, eyes still shut. He moved your leg that was over him setting it back down on the couch. There was a quiet squeaking noise, and your eyes flew open in the next second when something warm, wet, heavenly wrapped around your clit, eyes making contact with Azrielâs as he sucked on your clit.
âFuck,â you moaned out, one hand latching on to Cassianâs thigh, the other fisting in Azâs hair. He laughed lowly, sending pleasurable vibrations through your clit and you squirmed in their grasp.
âHold still, princess, be good for Az, hmm?â Cassian ordered gently, his arms keeping you in place as Azriel moved from your clit to your soaked hole. âCan you do that for us?â
âMm-â you groaned, nodding your head a moment later. âMhm.â
âGood kitten,â Az said softly, his gaze meeting yours when he lifted off of your core for a moment before returning his attentions to your clit.
With just a few precise licks and two fingers inside you, you shattered in Cassianâs arms and under Azrielâs tongue, your back arching as Azrielâs thick fingers drew out your pleasure.
âSuch a good girl for us, Y/N,â Cassian murmured in your ear as you came down, his thumbs rubbing a soothing pattern on the underside of your breasts. âDo you think you can stand, sweetheart?â
With the way your legs were still shaking, even with Azrielâs hands no longer touching you, you didnât think you would be able to.
âNoâŠâ You admitted quietly, and Azrielâs lips split into a grin at your words- a true rarity for him, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight.
âWant me to carry you, princess?â Cass asked, not waiting for you answer as he slid your leg off of his and stood, an arm hooking under your knees and the other supporting your back as he lifted you into his arms.
Your arms flew around his shoulders, and you giggled when you saw Az with a slight pout. âBe faster next time and you can carry me, Az.â
âIs that a promise, kitten?â
You bit your lip as you looked at him, then nodded your head.
There was no way you could go back to being just friends with the two of them, even if you stopped what you were doing at this very moment.
âGood, now letâs get you into a bed, hmm?â Cassian said, already walking in the direction of your bedroom. Azriel opened the door, letting the two of you pass through first before he joined you.
Cassian gently set you down on the edge of your bed, then knelt at your feet and began taking off your shoes, which you had forgotten to do before sitting down between them earlier. Azriel was already stripping off his clothes, his shirt first, then his belt, and he had just unbuttoned his jeans when Cassianâs touch drew your attention again.
âStand up, princess, unless you want to be fucked in your skirt.â
The offer was tempting, but you wanted to feel their skin against yours, anyplace that you could. So you stood on shaky legs and rested your hands against Cassianâs broad shoulders as he tugged the skirt down over your hips to pool at your feet, sitting back down when his hands pushed your hips lightly.
âGet on your knees for us, kitten,â Azriel ordered when he reached the edge of the bed, his hard cock bobbing in the air.
He was big.
You did as he asked, getting on your knees and facing the end of the bed. At least, you assumed thatâs how they were wanting you.
âLook at that, Az, she takes orders from us so well already,â Cassian praised, and your cheeks flushed further, if it was possible. Both from his words, and the fact that he was naked now too, and his cock was even larger than Azrielâs.
âThank you,â you said breathily, and they both smiled at you.
âSo polite, too,â Azriel murmured, running one of his thumbs across your cheek. âWhere do you want us, kitten?â
âOh, uhm⊠Iâm not sure.â
Cassian stepped closer, his own hand tangling in your hair. âDo you think you can swallow my cock? Or would you rather I fuck you with it right now?â
You licked your lips, sizing up the girth and length of him. âI⊠Iâm not sure I could fit you in my mouth,â you said sheepishly.
Cassian smirked in response. âWe can try some other time, princess. You heard her, Az.â He walked to your right and kneeled on the bed behind you, spreading your knees apart with his legs, and you fell forward onto your hands at the change in position.
Azriel moved to stand right in front of you, his cock close enough for you to lick now, if you chose to. You peered up at him through your lashes, and he let out a soft groan.
âSuch a pretty girl,â he cooed at you as he stuck a thumb in your mouth, smirking when you swirled your tongue around it and sucked. âAre you ready for us, kitten?â
You held his gaze as you nodded, frowning when his thumb left your mouth with a slight pop.
âOpen up, kitten,â he said, fisting his cock in one hand as the other gripped your hair lightly. You could feel as Cassian lined the head of his cock up with your soaked entrance, waiting for Azrielâs signal.
A shiver ran up your spine, one of anticipation.
You opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around Azrielâs cock, letting him push in a couple of inches, and thatâs when Cassian pushed into you, slowly, oh so slowly.
The stretch of him was overwhelming, the delicious feeling of pained pleasure overtaking you as Azriel commanded your mouth, setting a slow but steady pace for the moment.
âFuck, princess, youâre so damn tight,â Cassian hissed as he pushed further in, nearly fully seated now. You moaned loudly around Azrielâs cock in your mouth, causing him to hiss in pleasure.
âYou should feel her mouth, brother, itâs the best Iâve ever felt. And youâre taking me so well, little kitten,â Azriel praised as he ran a thumb over your cheek. âDo you think you can handle me picking up the pace?â
You nodded as best you could, what with him in your mouth and his hand in your hair. He smiled down at you and moved his hand to join the other in your hair, holding you in place.
He did as he said he would, moving faster in and out of your mouth, a pace that Cassian matched, each one of his strokes hitting you in the perfect spot- over, and over, and over, driving you closer and closer to the brink with each movement.
And there, in the moments that they filled you at the same time, you found utter bliss, lost to the freedom of giving yourself over to the two men, the way that they carved a space for themselves inside of you.
Cassianâs fingers slipped over your clit in fast, small circles, and you fell over the edge, your cries muffled by Azriel, still occupying your mouth, sending him over the brink as well, spilling his seed down your throat with a long, low moan that had you clenching around Cassian again.
Cassian was the last to fall, the grip of your cunt squeezing his climax from him, and he gave a few last, triumphant pumps before pulling out of you, watching with a satisfactory look in his eyes as a bit of his cum dribbled out of your hole onto your bedspread.
Azriel pulled out of your mouth and let go of your hair, only to rush forward as your arms and knees gave out and you collapsed into his arms in a giggling heap on the floor.
âIâm sorry, Azzie, I couldnât hold myself up anymoreâ you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your bare chests together.
âWhat the hell you guys, come back up here,â Cassian whined, scooting to the edge of the bed so he could look at the two of you. âI need some post-sex cuddles too, if you donât mind.â
Azriel huffed out a laugh. âCome down here, then, you big baby.â
âYeah, Cassie, câmere,â you murmured, already snuggling into Azâs warm, warm body. âBring a blankie too.â
Cassian sighed in feigned annoyance, but crawled down onto the ground anyways, pulling your comforter off the bed as he went. âOnly for a little bit, and then we actually get in bed, okay?â He said as he spread the blanket over the three of you, his arm slinging over your waist and hand resting on Azrielâs.
âYeah, sure,â you agreed as Azriel muttered, âYouâll be the one who wonât want to move in five minutes, Cass.â
âNo I wonât,â Cassian said, but yawned a moment later. â⊠Fine, maybe I will.â
You giggled into Azâs chest. You might have just had amazing sex with the two of them, but they were still the same goofballs you knew and loved.
General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff
#Cassian at the end has me cracking up lol like just rereading it a few minutes after writing#three's company#Cassian x reader x Azriel#cazriel x reader#cassian x reader#azriel x reader#Cassian x reader x Azriel smut#cazriel x reader smut#acotar#acotar fic#acotar fanfic#smut#kinktober '24#kinktober 2024#acotar x reader#acotar kinktober#kinktober#cassian#cassian acotar#azriel#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#tato writes
442 notes
·
View notes
Note
can you write a smut fic with mike x reader where he eats you out?? thank you!!
Eating In (It's good for you)
pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader
summary: mike is a munch always why would i write anything else???
warnings: 18+!!! NSFW!!! MDNI!!! oral sex (f!receving), fingering, squirting (kinda?)
word count: y'all already know 1.3k
authors note: you guys really speak my language. the beginning of this got a lot fluffier than i was expecting lol still filthy though. 18+ content mdni!!! hope you love it anon mwah <333 also pretty sure i flipped flopped between perspectives sorry babies i'm dumb
°âââ° °âââ° °âââ° °âââ° °âââ° °âââ° °âââ°Â
it's no secret that mike lives for eating you out. he could live between your thighs if it was up to him, spending hours drawing out those desperate noises from your lips when he does that thing with his tongue that you love.
the feeling of your hands tugging his hair and your thighs tightening around his head because you just feel so good make his eyes roll back in his head every time he thinks about it.
tonight was no exception, but it was a little different.
as soon as the two of you put abby to bed he was on you. pinning you to his bed as you lazily made out, grinding against each other in slow relaxed motions.
âbaby,â mike breathes between kisses, âcan you do me a favor?â
you hum in acknowledgement, not wanting to pull away from kissing mike enough to reply.
mike chuckles against your lips, breaking the kiss to nip teasingly at your lips. âi want you to ride my face.â he whispers dirtily, licking a stripe over your lips.
mike watched as his request sinks in, your eyes widening and mouth dropping open just a bit. âmikeâŠâ you whisper, he can hear the hesitation in your voice. he canât have that.
âcome on baby, please?â he pleads, moving his hands to rub soft circles into your hips. âyouâll love it, baby. iâll make it so good for you.â
mike can see the moment your pupils completely dilate, fully swallowing your irisâ. your chest heaving as your adrenaline kicks up.
after a beat, you nod slowly. your soft âokayâ barely audible, mike grins like he just won the lottery.
âwell hop on baby,â mike says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. âwe donât have all night.â
mike pulls away, falling on his back on the bed. laying his laced hands on his stomach, waiting patiently for you to give him what he wants.
he waits as you take a steadying breath, gathering up the courage before you rise up and start to shuffle over to him. mikes hungry eyes watch you swing your leg over his lap, making your way up his body.
you stop short, sitting on his stomach with a timid look. mike places two grounding hands on your hips, squeezing them reassuringly.
âyou have to tell me if iâm smothering you or something. i donât need to accidentally kill you.â your hands fidget with the waist of mikes pants nervously.
âwhat a way to go.â he says wistfully, a dopey grin on his face.
you let out a small laugh, trying and failing to hide your smile. âyouâre such an asshole.â you reply, pinching his chest teasingly. your tone is too fond to hold any actual malice. mike laughs back.
finally, you start to shuffle higher up his torso, but he stops you holding your hips in place. âother way, baby.â
it doesnât take a lot of brain power to understand what he means. you let out a soft moan, a shiver wracks your body. pleasure zings up your spine at how filthy this is.
itâs a little awkward, but you manage to swing your legs around so you're facing the rest of his bedroom, not just the wall. from this angle, you can see how his dick is tenting the front of his loose sleeping pants, a wet spot forming near the tip.
you still only hover over your boyfriend's face instead of truly sitting, scared of hurting him. mike decides not to say anything, too preoccupied with the view directly in-front of him.
âfuck,â mike whispers hotly, staring up at your clothed pussy makes his dick twitch. baby pink lace darkened by how wet you are. he leans up slightly, running his tongue over the rough lace still covering you.
"shit...mike," you shudder, legs trembling on either side of his head.
mike takes his time, laving his tongue over the soaked lace a few times, reveling in your familiar taste, but his patience wears thin. soon enough he's tugging your panties aside to get at what he really wants before returning them to your hips.
mike moans at the sight of your slick pussy, already so wet from his mouth. he can't help but softly run his pointer finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and using it to circle around your clit.
you moan softly, trying your best to be quiet so abby doesn't wake up.
mike stops his fingers assault on your clit, too eager to chase the sight of your convulsing pussy with his mouth, the tip of his tongue sliding easily through your folds. he groans, rubbing his face between your thighs, no doubt covering his nose and chin in the copious amount of wetness leaking from your pussy. he quickly gets lost in the feeling of tasting you, of licking and sucking at your clit making you moan and whine.
"shit!" you exclaim, pitching forward to steady yourself with your hands flat on his chest. the rough feel of his stubble scratching your inner thighs, most likely leaving red marks on the skin there. you hope it'll leave marks, that you'll be able to feel it every time you walk tomorrow, a reminder of what the two of you did tonight.
by now you're white knuckling the front of his shirt as you frantically circle your hips against his face, the bed squeaking quietly under your movements. mike spurs you on with small smacks to your ass, groaning into your pussy with every pass of his tongue over your fluttering hole.
you can feel the vibrations in mike's throat as he fucks you with his tongue, guttural groans making your thighs shake in an attempt to stay upright.
but it's just too much, the onslaught of his tongue making you forget all about your earlier insecurity, and you fully lower yourself onto his mouth too caught up in your pleasure to even hold yourself up anymore.
mike's eyes widen in surprise at you seating yourself on his face, moaning way too loudly at how hot it is to see you lose control.
"fuck! feels so good, mike," you slur, head hanging down to your chest, hair falling around your face. "mph- mike - ah, ah, ah,"
you realize you're going to come like this, riding mike's face like you're starved for it. you can feel it, the warmth settling deep in your belly. flames licking there way up your body.
mike realizes it too apparently, because he latches his mouth over your clit and plunges two fingers into your clenching pussy, thrusting them in and out quickly.
the lewd squelching noises that fill the room make your cheeks burn in embarrassment.Â
âholy fucking shit! mike fuck!â you moan, trying desperately to control your volume. âiâm gonna come, oh fuck.â mike moans in respines, speeding up both his tongue and fingers.
the combination of mikeâs tongue rapidly flicking over your clit and thick fingers expertly hitting your g-spot every thrust pushes you over the edge. one final suck to your clit has you coming all over mikeâs face. drenching the lower part of his face in your juices and soaking up the dirty groans mike makes as he sucks up every last drop.
mike pulls away from you clit, and takes his fingers out of your pussy to let you come down from your orgasm. kissing across the inside of your thighs as you shake and tremble above him.
after a few shuddering breaths, you lift up and off mikeâs face to collapse onto the mattress next to him. the two of you lay next to each other staring up at the ceiling, panting out wet breaths as you come down.
you turn to mike, his lips are slick and red. lower half of his face shining with your come, eyes half-open and hazy. you lift your hand to trial your finger down his body, making your way to the waist of his sleeping pants riding low on his hips showing off his dark happy trail. your hand slides lower to the ever still present hard-on tenting his pants obscenely, rubbing over his erect dick with purpose.
âyour turn?â
°âââ° °âââ° °âââ° °âââ° °âââ° °âââ° °âââ°Â
taglist!
@yuenity @ebodebo @mfdxz
#natalia writes!#natalia cant write anything under 1.000 words#fnaf#fnaf movie#mike schmidt#five nights at freddy's#micheal schmidt x reader#josh hutcherson#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt smut#mike schmidt x reader smut#josh hutcherson smut#mike schmidt imagine#mike schmidt x you#fnaf smut#smut
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
đđđđ!đđđđđđđ đ± đđđđđđ đ± đđđđđđđđ
Ë°âą*ââ·fluff àł Headcanons. . .á 0.7k wordsá„«áĄâââ
âââââââââââ
᧠â
᧠it probably started with Theo and Matty being dared to kiss each other in truth or dare, sparked their bisexual awakening and then make out in a broom closet while drunk asf at a party a month later.
᧠â
᧠from then on out, they started kissing just for fun resulting in feelings developing, then you came into the picture and y'all were really good friends and then confessed feelings to each other and now y'all are dating!!!
᧠â
᧠yeah y'all are like THE trio, being friends and while dating.
᧠â
á§âThey both wealthy asf, meaning theyre always getting you anything you want.
᧠â
á§âAlso meaning they spoil each other a lot too, sometimes ending up in them bickering lol.
᧠â
á§âYou definitely have scary guard dogs privileges.
᧠â
á§âVery gentle and sweet, to you and each other only though.
᧠â
á§âNo one dares to fuck with you, but if they think they can get away with it when they arent with you, they are completely wrong. Theyll always find out.
᧠â
á§âThey both are really smart, so if you ever need help with anything especially school wise theyll gladly help you. Youre passing with all As almost because of these two.
᧠â
á§âLovesss late night baking. Like 1 or 2 am baking with you, its always so fun and filled with lots of laughter tbh and when they cant sleep and youre also up its a great activity to get tired out.
᧠â
á§âIf you have any hobbies like, painting, drawing, a sport, games, fashion, literally anything, theyll always encourage you and support it. Definitely loves your art if you do anything with creativity.
᧠â
á§âIts obvious i think that theyd show you off but are also possessive and overprotective of you, especially at parties or in front of groups they know might try sum with you.
᧠â
á§âMattheo is a whore for scalp scratches, theodore is a whore for kisses.
᧠â
á§âThey both slutty whores for your attention.
᧠â
á§âi think mattheo had to get used to being gentle or at least less aggressive since he didn't grow up with gentle or nurturing treatment. you and Theo had to kindly talk to him and let him know when he's hurting you because its never intentional; he doesn't know his own strength.
᧠â
á§âbut once he does start getting used to being more gentle he doesn't have to think anymore to be less aggressive; it comes more naturally now.
᧠â
á§âi think Theo and mattheo love to team up on you just randomly.
᧠â
á§âteasing you; especially in public. they even gang up on you to tickle you and bonus points when you're sleepy. they think you're so cute when you're sleepy.
᧠â
᧠in love with your laugh, giggles, smile, voice, allat.
᧠â
á§âdates are always fun for everyone, planned out and everything. if by chance at some point someone isn't haven't too much fun or sum that will immediately be rearranged.
᧠â
á§âif you're more introverted, have anxiety, etc. they are more then understanding especially Theo, if your social battery is getting far too low just say the word and they will happily leave and go somewhere where you're more comfortable.
᧠â
á§âthese two are very playful, Mattheo is more shameless about it and wanna see you flustered, Theodore just likes seeing you get shy lol.
᧠â
á§âdo not even try to insult yourself in front of them, they will scold you and dog cuddle pile on you for hoursss, girlie good luck escaping.
᧠â
á§âif you cook, they eat yo shit like fiends who don't get fed at home. cookies? ten minutes record and shoved down their throats. chocolate chip brownies? devoured, shit doesn't stand a chance. they definitely greedy and refuse to share with anyone but you. they're constantly asking if you can bake them something and especially on a bad day.
#êŁà§âïč.âËáă»ăâ
deadsnakey's delivery!#harry potter au#harry potter#slytherin x reader#slytherin boys#slytherin boys headcanons#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin boys imagine#mattheo riddle fluff#mattheo riddle imagine#mattheo fluff#mattheo riddle headcanon#mattheo x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle#mattheo x you#mattheo x y/n#mattheoxreader#theodore nott x you#theodore x reader#theodore nott headcanons#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott#harry potter headcanons#mattheo riddle fanfic#poly!riddlenott x reader#poly!mattheo x reader x theodore#slytherin fanfiction#poly!slytherins#poly!slytherin boys
805 notes
·
View notes