#you could probably see me pulse and twitch with need too! if youre watching

[wlw-cryptid]

does anyone want to maybe rub the head of their dick between my lips n tease against my hole so they can enjoy how my pussy drools all over it begging for more

[tiza0925]

Hello! I'm new to this but have you ever thought about any of your favorite characters while they're in the act and you look down at a certain part and they're so big on you that it scares you but they're pretty sure it could fit.I don't know if you could write something like that, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.

hellooo, absolutely love this prompt so much ty for this ♡

men that make it fit | 18+

warnings/tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, size difference, fingering, pet names, praise kink, squirting, raw sex, implied multiple orgasms, large cocks ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Big men who just cover your entire body with theirs when they’re on top of you. 

Guys who make you feel so small when you’re on their lap, their hands are so damn big that they can cover your entire waist, legs, and hands—practically engulfing you. 

Big men that just pin you to the mattress while making out with you, they’re so strong without needing to try, and you probably should feel scared by the difference in strengths but god—you feel so secure. 

And you know he’ll take care of you even if he can hurt you sometimes—never on purpose unless you want it—because of how massive he is. 

Guys who feel just a little bad when they hear you cry from them pushing their thick fingers inside you—stretching your poor cunt and making you leak all over his hand as he curls his fingers inside your plush walls, coaxing out a throbbing orgasm from you. 

“Such a sweet little thing for me,” You hear him murmur, watching as your face twists with pleasure, and he can see the slight worry in your eyes as he fucks you with his fingers. “My baby is taking me so well already.” 

But can you take his cock? 

Fuck—what if it’s too big? 

It must be—his fingers are already too much for you—his dick will be nearly impossible to fit inside you. 

“You think you can be good and take my cock?” You whine, feeling heady and muddy as he pins both of your hands above your head on the bed, while his other hand continues to twist and curl inside you, his thumb pressing and rubbing your swollen clit. “I want to feel my favourite pussy, sweetheart.” 

But you suck in a shaky breath, eyes wide and scared because you know you can’t fit all of him in, and he chuckles breathlessly as he kisses your lips so softly, making you melt against him. 

“Don’t be scared,” He kisses your cheek, then gives your trembling lower lip a gentle pull with his mouth, trying to get you relaxed as he strums his fingers through your sopping folds, his voice low and deceptively soothing. “I’ll be gentle with you, okay?” 

He always is—and that’s the thing. 

No matter how gentle he tries to be—he still ends up stretching you so wide that you think you might actually split in half, the sting of him inside you being too much that you cry sometimes.

He kisses you, and reassures you, hand running up and down your body to spread goosebumps all over your skin. 

Then he’s pushing his pants off to let his fat cock bounce free—it lands on your belly, all hot and heavy, and your breath hitches as electricity sparks through your body—and your heart rate doubles with every passing moment, just waiting for him to stuff you with his cock. 

“Relax for me,” He says while guiding his dick to slide between your plush pussy, letting your slick folds hug his length and coat them in juices as he rocks his hips—his cock head bumping against your clit every time his hips are flushed against yours. 

“You feel that, baby?” Your lashes flutter, your eyes half-lidded as he works you up, making your cunt pulse as he glides his heavy cock over it. “You’re gonna be so good and fit all of me, okay?” 

You gulp, but you still nod—because you want to be good for him. 

You want to feel him and make him feel good. 

And he watches you, focused, taking in every twitch of your features as he slowly pushes the head of his dick inside you—his eyes alight with heat when he sees the way your mouth pops open with a gasp, already feeling the intense stretch of him. 

“You’re okay, baby,” he shushes you, sliding his hands under your thighs to guide them around his waist, and you whine as you hook your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, sloppily kissing him as he waits for you to adjust. “You feel so tight already—fuck—”

He groans, his voice vibrating against you, and you begin to breathe heavily as he pushes his fat cock into you—making you feel every agonizing inch as your pussy struggles to swallow him whole. 

“I—“ Your sentence gets cut short as you choke, already feeling him in your lungs and he’s only halfway in, “I can’t—”

“You can,” One of his hands comes up to swipe a fallen tear on your cheek with his thumb, while his other hand pins you to the bed by the waist. “I know you can, baby, you always did before.”

Which is true—you always did but—

It’s just so fucking big—holy shit—

You bite your lip, and your eyes squeeze shut as you try your hardest to relax—your fluids being pushed out as he lodges his dick inside your warm, plush walls, causing a wet mess all over your thighs and bed. 

You hold him as if you’re clinging onto dear life—taking all of him as he kisses you through it—until his hips finally press against your ass, his cock so deep that your limbs grow numb and you swear you can orgasm already. 

“There you go, sweetheart,” He purrs, waiting a moment as your pussy throbs around him, feeling abused and soaked, and he smiles down at you so achingly soft. “Taking me all like a good girl for me.” 

Then he pulls back—

“Oh god—” And you keen when he rocks his hips forward, sliding his cock along your walls, and he sets a pace of fucking you—getting you wet and your eyes to roll back as he becomes greedy with your pussy. 

“Look, baby,” He grunts, thrusting his cock in and out, his length coming out slick and creamy from your arousal, and he grips your face—fingers squishing your cheeks—to make you look down. “Look how well you’re taking me.” 

Your vision is foggy, you’re barely able to comprehend anything except for the dick inside your sore cunt, and you blink blearily as you try to look at what he wants you to see and—

Fuck.

You watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, his girth forcing its way into you—and you let out a shaky breath at the way you’re taking it all in. 

Just like he said you would. 

“Told you I’ll make it fit, sweetheart, I always do,” You hear him murmur, and you force yourself to relax into a ragged breath as your limps melt into the mattress beneath you.

You feel like you’re being split in half as he fucks you over and over, bringing you higher and higher until you’re cumming all over him—gushing out liquid as you squirt on his cock with a wet moan, his name on your tongue—

And he takes good care of you throughout it all. His aftercare overwhelms you with cuddles of love and affirmation.

He loves you too much, anyway.

End.

Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Atsumu, Suna, Gojo, Choso, Sakusa, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Akaza, Oda, Kuroo, Hinata, plus any of your fav characters ♡

Masterpost

[solaiced]

CASE 6: SUKUNA RYOMEN LIKE TO MARK HIS BELONGINGS.

!content!: minor character death, blood, mentions of breeding/pregnancy (sorry yall i cant help myself), mentions of exhibition, and sukuna.

wc: 1,6k

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A blink and your servant is gone. Well, not gone, laying on the ground. Dead. He's dead. His head severed. He wasn't exactly special by all means, but that didn't mean Sukuna could kill him right in front of you. Staining your kimono with blood.

You look up at the King of Curses, having the guts to glare at him as he feigns ignorance and boredom.

"This is the sixth time, this week, you imbecile!" You complain. Only you could insult the most fearsome king of all time and get away with it.

He clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes as if it was obvious, "He was too touchy. Have to remind the lower species of their place."

You narrow your eyes, grumbling. "You might as well pee around and on me like a dog to mark your territory, don't cha?"

His eyes light up, and you warn him, making an X with your arms, "Do NOT."

He kisses his teeth, rolling his eyes the way a petulant teenage would, after getting yelled at by their parents. He shrugs, wrapping his lower arms around your waist.

"I'll find a loophole to mark my belongings, don't you worry, woman."

And that's probably how he got you on your back, completely nude and at his mercy. You were bloodied from all his bites, all harsh enough to draw blood, but not enough to kill you. Your moaning could've been heard from the nearby village, from how loud you were being.

Sukuna smirks as you try to kick him away weakly, nesting between your legs to collect the sweet nectar coming out of your slit. Like an undeserving sinner tasting ambrosia for the first time ever.

His four eyes trained on you, watching your every reaction, twitches and sweat drops fall down your dewy skin. Your nipples perked up, hips lifting up like a woman possessed.

“Do you understand, now?” He asks, nursing the bite on your inner thigh, swirling his tongue on it to appease the pain but not heal it. Your blood tasted like the heaven he’ll never reach. But he wasn’t about to let you go, no.

“Hh-‘nderstan wha?” You manage, hands reaching for Sukuna’s pink hair and the sheets, anything to stabilize yourself.

Taking your hand, pitying you with a small pout, he chuckles, kissing your knuckles like the ungentlemanly monster that he is.

“That you’re mine, you don’t belong to anyone or anything else. I made you, I’ll keep you until I’m bored of you.” His cruel words stab into your heart, tears prickling your eyes.

“But don’t fret. We have all of eternity to spend together.” He smiles condescendingly sweet, leaning in to kiss you, only to deviate at the last moment and latch his mouth onto the bloody bite around your pulse.

Your screams renew, nails digging into Sukuna’s broad shoulders as you thrash around him. His hips pin yours down, crushing you under his weight.

“S’kuna…” You mewl, running your fingers through his, for once, soft hair. He hums in acknowledgement, wondering why you sounded so breathless.

“Crushin’ me.” You huff, looking away and exposing more skin to devour. Sukuna shifts, letting you breathe as his teeth dig into your soft skin, kissing the flesh after he’s done marking it.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to kill you, yet. You are to die with me. Never before.” It’s like a vow as his canines retract, kissing and licking away at the red liquid oozing out the little punctures he created.

He’s never going to admit it, but your blood brought him more comfort than needed, cocks pulsing between his thighs, warmth washing over him like a comfortable blanket.

Sukuna moans lowly, supporting himself with two arms on each side of your head. He breathes heavily, lust glazing his eyes over.

“I’m going to make sure everyone sees me when they see you.” He nuzzles your nose with his, scenting your face. He inhales your smell, angling your face towards him with his upper left hand.

“I’m gonna have to fucking breed you so that they get the idea, hm?” He threatens, eyes narrowed into glaring slits.

You shakily reach for him, mumbling incoherent words.

“Don’t, I’m yours.” You sniffle, the wounds stinging you.

“Does it hurt?” Sukuna asks gruffly, sliding a hand down your stomach to your hips. You nod.

“Wan’you to-to fuck me.” You stumble over your words as you wrap your legs around his hips, moaning when your cunt grazes his lower cock, twitching painfully.

“Really? Are you wet enough to take all of me?” He knew you weren’t, at least not yet, for both his cocks would absolutely destroy you for any other cock, if you’d been able to escape and live a life with another man.

And when you hold up one finger, he chuckles, amused at your underestimation.

“One day, I’ll ruin you. I’ll eat you to keep you with me forever.” He kisses you, biting your lip and pulling on it, pulling away to place hickeys down your throat. You moan weakly, shuddering.

“Fuck me, now.” You order, hand wrapped around his pink locks, unruly by your touch. Sukuna smiles deceivingly soft, wrapping a hand around his lower length and pushing it inside of you slowly, careful not to tear you more than intended.

You mewl, tears slipping out of your slit shaped eyes. You bring him closer, catching his lips and slotting yours between them, like a long forgotten puzzle finally coming together.

Your bodies join together, yours always reaching for his unconsciously, and his always bringing you closer, as per your requests.

He moans loudly when he bottoms out, pulling away roughly in embarrassment and blushing, hiding in the crook of your neck to bite more “ownership” marks into you.

Your nails scratch his back, leaving your own marks. You huff out a tired chuckle, happy you could at least return the favor.

“What the fuck are you laughing for.” Sukuna growls, face crimson red at the noises he let out.

“You’re mine, too. I marked you.” You wince when his tongue licks over one of your wounds, drawing blood once more. Your body was a bloody massacre. And that was all because of your husband.

Said husband’s hips jerking at your words, sweat dripping down his powerful muscles each time he twitched. Sukuna angles your hips to reach deeper, making you wail, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Calm down, I haven’t even let you ride me, yet.” That sentence made you open your eyes, happy he’s letting you on top for once. You slide your hands down to cover his upper cock, jerking it off while his lower one tasted heaven.

“You’ll let me?” You ask, out of breath because a few measly thrusts. He nods, licking the punctures he made on you.

“Right now? Hah!” He barks out an evil laugh. “Absolutely not. I want to cum.” Did he just… insinuate that you couldn’t make him cum alone?

Now that got you offended. Using the best of your left over strength, you flip him over, pelvises flush against each other. Sukuna’s eyes are wide, like he didn’t expect insulting you would have such a reaction.

“Watch me. Both cocks will be spent when I’m done with you.” Your hips cant up, dropping down and repeating the motion. He looks like he’s about to moan, but he’s holding back. You thumb his lower lip, pulling his face closer so that you can kiss him.

“Don’t. Keep riding me, and maybe I’ll consider cumming.” He sounds strained, but still smug, which you do not like at all. You grind your hips down and lift them up and down occasionally. Sukuna keeps a taut smirk, hips bucking up occasionally. You keep his upper cock close to your stomach, using a hand to jerk it whilst you bounced on his lap.

Sukuna suddenly grabbed your wrist, stopping your motions. You look up, legs trembling when they finally stop.

“What is…” You’re cut off by a growl, Sukuna’s eyes lifting to glare at you.

“Don’t. Move.” Only then do you realize that he was shaking. His hand was trembling as it held your arm, claws out.

A small laugh escapes you. He was about to cum, but he didn’t want to, not yet.

“Cum, my king. There is no reason for you to feel ashamed of cumming early.” You tease, kissing his cheek softly. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you clench oh-so-sweetly on him. He tries to shove you off, but you bring him with you, making him cage you in with all four of his arms.

“Let me pull out. Now.” Sukuna orders, hips stuttering. You wrap your legs around them, bringing them closer.

“No,” you hum, disobeying him was not a first, but he almost looks furious. “Also, you can totally pull out. You just don’t want to.”

His head drops to your breasts, biting around the flesh. You keen, trying to get him off.

“Don’t get all smart with me.” He thrusts in you, balls slapping your ass and coarse pink hair brushing against your clit.

Sukuna buries his head between your boobs, hips coming to a stop before you feel liquid filling you up, eyes squeezing shut.

One of his hands comes to worsen your condition, pinching your clit between his fingers as you let go and reach an unexpected orgasm, eyes crossing, back arching and moans loud enough for Uraume to wake up.

“Now,” Your king starts, sounding just as out of breath as you, “if I see another servant trying to touch you, I’ll fuck you in front of him and I’ll kill him if he gets hard, okay?” That wasn’t a question, you knew that much. But you didn’t dare respond, for fear he would stop kissing and licking your wounds.

[aemonds-sapphire]

Take a Seat

Summary: You tell Aemond you can´t stand him. He invites you to take a seat.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Face riding. Oral sex. Aemond is a tease. Aemond's nose is amazing. Masturbation. Aemond’s POV.

Word count: 1.3k

“Aemond!”

Your screech reverberated through the walls of his bedchambers.

The young prince reckoned it wouldn’t take much longer before your angry voice was heard yet again.

“Aemond!”

There it was.

A wave of satisfaction rippled along his entire body as anticipation gradually built up.

“Where are my clothes?” you bellowed in frustration from inside the bathing room. “Your sister awaits me! I will be late.”

Truth be told, Aemond dreaded having to part ways with you this early in the morning. Selfishness might be an overstatement.

He preferred to see it as a need.

The need to have you around and all to himself.

To consume all of you.

So, he decided to hide your clothes and bath towel while you were readying yourself for another day at court.

Quite a dull a fair, in his opinion.

He could deliver so much more to you than a day of walking around behind his sister and tending to her needs.

What about his needs?

And yours?

His antics proved to be enough to kindle your anger and frustration, which would only work in his favour in the end.

The dragon always comes out victorious.

As soon as your burst into the room, dripping wet and ready to pounce him, Aemond felt a rush of blood flooding downwards in a subtle tingling sensation.

“What did you do with my clothes?” you growled, taking large steps in his direction. “I will be late!”

Aemond merely shrugged, grateful that his ever growing erection was neatly hidden away from you under the bed cover.

He watched in sheer delight as you grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, which he promptly deflected with one hand, his reflexes sharp as ever.

“You are so… infuriating!” you sighed in exasperation.

A teasing smile curled his lips. Getting under your skin had become one of his favourite pastimes. It got you all riled up with this pent-up tension that he’d so gladly fuck out of you.

But then something else crossed his mind.

Oh… you were probably going to flip at this.

But he was feeling particularly daring and willing to push you a little more than usual.

“I’m feeling feverish,” he started. “There’s this pain….”

And just as he had predicted, the visible traces of anger on your face faded into a worried look.

You sat naked on the edge of the bed, placing the back of your hand to his forehead.

“Where does it hurt?”

Aemond lifted the bedsheets, revealing his hard cock to you. “Here.”

You immediately scowled at how shameless he was.

“I was seriously worried!”

And just as you stood up and were about to smack him, he took the opportunity to grab both your wrists and had your leg swing over his body with such refined skill you were left sitting on his bare torso at lightning speed.

You tried to jerk free from his grasp. “Aemond! I’m going to be late!”

He honestly couldn’t care less. Having you fully naked and on top of him only served to further ignite his desire for you.

“Your sister awaits me near the gates of King’s Landing,” you huffed in annoyance. “We are going for a walk today.”

“I’ll fly you there on Vhagar if I have to,” he said casually, rubbing both thumbs along your pulse points. “I am sure my sister can do without you for a while, my lady.”

Once again, you yanked both arms in an attempt to break free, but all in vain. He was far too strong, and he wasn’t willing to let go of you just yet.

“I cannot stand you!” you growled menacingly.

What a blatant lie.

All that forced outrage had his cock twitch in anticipation. How he adored fucking you into submission, peeling off all those layers that you so vehemently insisted on keeping on just to have him crawl for you.

You were aware of your hold on him. If you really wanted to, you’d be able to bend him to your will.

He’d do everything and anything for you.

“Say that again.”

Your eyes narrowed with renowned defiance. “I cannot stand you.”

“Then sit on my face.”

Your eyes then widened in surprise. “What?”

Aemond wanted to let go of his hold on you have his hands cup your breasts, but he decided against it. He wanted to make sure you were fully committed to him.

“Let me taste you,” he insisted, his cock throbbing lightly.

You faltered briefly as you clenched your thighs around him. “You’re so…”

“So what, my lady?”

Aemond then let go of you, knowing fully well he had you trapped.

“Infuriating.”

“I’ll take that as compliment,” he said and with one hand, he smacked your ass lightly, but you didn’t budge.

“I… I am going to be late…”

Aemond was a patient man, but his patience was wearing thin. “Then stop wasting time and ride my face.”

You hesitated at first, but caved in eventually. He slid his pillow to the side so that he could be the perfect seat for you. Carefully, you lifted yourself from him before finally settling directly above his face.

Aemond wouldn’t mind parting ways with life with the sight of your inviting pussy as his last memory.

What a glorious way to go.

He nearly letting out a groan and a sigh of relief rumbled across his chest the moment you were fully sitting on him.

Instinctively, he brought both hands to grip your thighs. The delicious moan that escaped your lips was incentive enough for him and without much effort he parted his lips and delved his tongue deep inside you.

Delicious.

“Oh…”

You were so fucking endearing. The fact that you were still surprised that he could deliver all that pleasure with just a few strokes of his skillful tongue did wonders to his ego.

Your folds encased the corners of his mouth, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

And he had no intention of doing so.

Aemond was well aware of how to increase the pleasure he delivered to you.

He knew you would quiver from feeling his nose pressing into your swollen clit.

The moment he did so, his hands had to grip your thighs harder to keep you in place from all the shuddering.

An intense shiver ran down his spine as he was able to feel the pulse from your throbbing clit on his nose.

Truthfully, he simply could never get tired of how your body responded to him so eagerly.

His hips to shot up reflexively as his cock twitched from the need to be buried inside you.

“Aemond… not … not the—”

Your words faded and turned into a pleasurable moan as soon as his tongue went deeper, forcing his nose to press into you harder than before.

Aemond was still able to watch you gripping the headboard for support, before shutting his eyes as overwhelming bliss filled him. His cock throbbed with each heartbeart and the skin at the base pulling as he hardened even more.

He kept tongue-fucking you, drinking in your juices and your whimpers. Your wetness was now spreading across his chin, and he brought one of his hands to free his cock from the sheet on top, allowing it to spring free. The dire need to fuck you was ever growing.

But he had would have you reach your peak on his face rather than his around his cock.

The way his nose rubbed your clit caused your hips to buck and jerk from the stimulation, forcing his other hand to increase his grip even more on you to keep you in place as you were riding his face.

“Oh… oh… Aemond…”

You were done for.

And so was he.

He wrapped his fingers around his leaking and needy cock, yearning for nothing more than relief. It was becoming unbearable to feel your heartbeat invade his mind and travel down his body in rhythmic waves of pleasure.

A high-pitched moan fell from your lips. “Aemond… my prince… please…”

Aemond had no need of your words of approval or praise or bliss. He could feel your pleasure and that was all he needed.

Showing was far more saturated than telling.

The obscene slurping sounds coming from him were enough to have his hips jerk once again as he fucked his hand desperately.

He was too close.

Almost embarrassingly so.

He was aware that pumping his own cock drastically hindered his endurance. There was only so much he could withstand.

Soon enough, he felt your thighs begin to quiver erratically as he ran his tongue along the sensitive clit.

With a few more jerks from your hips, you were catapulted into your orgasm, shaking violently into his face while raking your fingers through his hair before gripping a few strands forcefully.

“Good… so good…” you cried out too lost in your own pleasure as a gush of your wetness flooded his tongue.

Not long after, he felt your legs begin spasm uncontrollably. And he didn’t just feel this because they were tightening around his head; he felt your every contraction and twitch as he brought his nose to tease your swollen bud, tongue still lodged between your soaked folds.

And that was precisely what pushed him over the edge.

The overwhelming pleasure took over him completely and Aemond reached the point of no return. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip with each spasm of his own body; the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tightened along with his balls.

No words in High Valyrian or any other tongue could do justice to the intense pleasure that took over him.

A few strands of hot liquid ran down his fingers, but he paid no mind to the mess. His own heart pounded insanely loud inside his ears and he stopped breathing for a moment as a guttural growl ripped through his throat through gritted teeth.

You slid off to the side, allowing his deep groans to echo around the bedchamber.

Aemond’d endurance was something he took pride in, but a powerful release was still enough to have him panting and feeling lightheaded. Your juices were spread across his chin and lips and jaw and nose with a few drops running down his face.

“I still cannot stand you…” you struggled to say in between pants.

He licked the excess liquid from his lips, locking his eye with your hazy ones. “Are you challenging me to bring you to your peak once more?”

“I am already late,” you protested, struggling to slide out of bed and nearly tripping as your legs wobbled from having your strained leg muscles.

Aemond couldn’t help but to chuckle as you tried your best to keep your balance.

“I will carry you to Vhagar and fly you there,” he offered. “I doubt you’ll be able to walk regardless.”

It was in moments like these that Aemond was thankful to his fast reflexes as his hand prevented yet another pillow from reaching his face.

[poppy-metal]

Patrick reacting to you eating his ass for the first time i know that hoe would end up pushing your head in and grabbing u there just the nastiest of nasties

hes a freak, no preamble, you're licking over his sack and he pushes your head down, testing "lower, baby. you know where i want that mouth" - and there's nothing submissive about the act, either - "you fucking dirty slut -" spreading his thick muscular thighs and pressing you further between his cheeks with a hand at the back of your head. "tongue that hole just like that, fuck yes -"

god he loves how fucking low you'll go to please him, that sweet pretty thing you were when you met him all pristine and untouched - fucking going crosseyed with your tongue buried in his asshole with your nose happily smushed against his sack. he grips his cock and jerks it furiously at the sight of you, that getting him off more than the wet lashing around his rim - he'll push you as far as you'll go - squeezing himself so he doesn't pop a nut right then and there - "suck on it. pout those pretty lips around it and suck - awwww, fuck - you like that? you like eating my hairy ass?"

you drool around his hole, tonguing and sucking the tight little ring into your mouth like he asked - pulling back to moan and whine "yes, daddy fuck - am i doing good?"

and you're so fucking sweet, with your chin dripping spit from licking him out and your big eyes pleading for praise, his cock is drooling fluid, thick and pulsing in his fist. he strokes himself once languidly, "can fucking see how good you are right here, baby." he winds a fist in your hair, tugging you back - "give my balls some love now. wanna feel you make em' bounce on that little tongue."

you dive back in - he thinks you're probably obsessed with his balls, the way you work around them needs to be studied in a lab - dragging the heavy sack into your wet mouth and bathing them in your spit filled pallet, immediately laving your tongue on the underside so that the twin balls swish around-

patricks head falls back - hand pumping over his raging hard cock with a deep groan - when he looks back down its to be greeted with the sight of your hand reached between your body and his - arm moving, and his dick twitches at the wet sound your fingers make sliding in and out of your pussy -

god, your pussy - patricks obsession is probably stronger than yours with his balls on that front - he could probably cum from you eating his ass, switching back and forth from tonguing his hole to worshipped his full balls - but he much prefers shooting his loads inside your cunt - inside your mouth, too - but your cunt - the slick wet feel of you squeezing down around him -

"shit - that's enough-" he tugs you back, nearly passes the fuck out when you suck on his sack and let it slowly plop wetly out of your mouth as you're drawn away from your prize - "need you on my dick."

you're more than eager to comply with that, scrambling up his hard body until you're on his lap - your hands bracing on his strong shoulders, patrick holds himself steady, watching between your legs as you start to lower yourself down around him - sinking that velvet soft cunt around his cock.

"oh, fuck." he grunts. wraps an arm around your waist and drags you flat against his body. his other hand reaches down and grips your ass - palming one globe as he starts to shift you up and down his thick length - "god, you're so wet. such a sloppy little hole for daddy -"

he sucks your tits into his mouth, licking over your hard nipples as you whine and get bounced on his cock. a ragdoll for his pleasure.

"did you get this wet from eating my ass or sucking my balls? fuck - you were so good - such a hot little slut for me -" your pussy is milking him as you're punched up and down, your mouths open and wet and pressed sloppy together, a crude mockery of a kiss - his fingers gripping your ass sneak between your crack and you gasp when you feel his fingers brush over your tight pucker. "gonna let me eat yours after? you have - fuck - the sweetest ass, baby. wanna break you open -"

"whatever -" you hiccup "whatever you want, daddy, yeah, yeah, yeah -"

he licks into your mouth. hooks his thumb into your ass to tug on the rim as he drags you bodily on his plunging dick. "good girl," he pants, sounding proud and close to coming. "that's my good fucking girl."

[adorehyyuka]

drooly beomie <3

smut mdni

warnings; sub!beomgyu duh, he's wearing a skirt and thigh highs, degradation, dacryphilia, feminization, pinching, face grabbing, grinding/dry humping, hair pulling, tiniest bit of nipple play, best friends to ??, readers gender or body isn't really described, dumb drooly beomgyu <3

he sat perched on top of your lap. his pink thigh high clad knees resting either side of your hips. tears welled in Beomgyu's eyes while his lips and chin wobbled, his sparkling irises staring into yours. You cooed, "awe, what's the matter sweetheart ? feeling frustrated ?"

he whined and let out a choked sob, you laughed at his trembling state and brought your hands down from his waist to caress the skin of his squishy thighs. "this 's embarrassing ! why're you being so mean"

"mean ? you're the whore who begged for this, who begged to be played with by his best friend, aren't you ?"

"n-no ! just wanted you to touch me, not tease me . . .".

"well what's the point in that ? it's boring unless I get to see what a mess you can be" he frowned at your words and attempted to grind his crotch against yours so he could gain some friction, which did not go down well as you promptly pinched his thigh with one hand and gripped his waist firmly with the other. he squealed and squirmed as you continued to pull at his thigh.

"you're such a slut, beomie. can't even sit still for five minutes without wanting something against your drippy little cock" said man sniffled again and bunched up his frilly skirt between his fists, fiddling and pulling to try and distract himself from the warmth of your hands.

" 'm not little ! just fucking touch me already !" he regretted raising his voice as soon as he saw your jaw clench. Beomgyu's eyes grew wide and he tried to splutter out an apology but before he could do so you grabbed his face and pulled it close to yours, mushing his cheeks together in the process. his eyes were puffy and red, his nose and cheeks the same hue as you proceeded to berate him.

"shut the fuck up. if you want me to touch you at all you'll be quiet and behave, otherwise I'll leave you here with blue balls, understand ?" he nodded and tried to ignore the flush of heat he felt when you glared at him, the shine of your lips when you spoke and the pulsing of his needy dick whenever you shifted underneath him.

"good"

unable to resist the temptation any longer you closed the gap between yourself and Beomgyu by pressing your lips to his. he reciprocated immediately, panting and licking into your mouth as soon as he was able to part your lips. and although your chest was flush against his, Beomgyu was somehow still trying to push closer to you, drool and tears were dripping off his chin and soiling his pretty outfit but you continued to let him smother you with himself anyway.

as much as you didn't want to admit it Beomgyu was starting to affect your composure. his constant whining and the way he was practically choking on your tongue —all by his own doing— was sending you reeling with pleasure as your stomach did somersaults.

"Beomie— shit. slow down, sweetheart." he whined in detest to your statement and began sucking the skin of your jawline into his mouth, making sure that it would bruise. he was leaving you breathless, which you could not have.

you gripped his hair like it was a kittens scruff and yanked so hard Beomgyu swore he saw stars, hips jolting upwards to try and feel something against him. "fuck you're so desperate. didn't I tell you to behave, hm ? what would your friends say if they saw you acting like such a depraved slut. you'd probably like it, you'd get off to your friends watching you fall apart ?"

"yes, fuck, please. need you so bad, wouldn't care if anyone saw me just need you to touch me." his hips were starting to twitch again, you could see him fighting the urge to hump you like a fucking dog. his eyes were just too pretty though, so glossy and cute you couldn't resist him.

"c'mon then, grind your pathetic little dick against me and make yourself cum."

the last piece of his self control fell away as soon as your finger tips grazed his perky nipples, his brain going haywire with pleasure so much so that you had to start moving his hips for him after a couple minutes. "oh —shit. thank y-youu, feels so good oh my god !"

tears, snot and drool were smeared all over his face now, hair glued to his cheeks and neck from sweat as well. every movement and every touch sent jolts of pleasure to his tummy. he could feel his orgasm building up at a humiliatingly fast pace, he blamed it on all your foreplay teasing."so pretty for me, beomie. so cute and dumb. look at you, your legs are shaking !"

this would be embarrassing if he wasn't so far gone. but instead all he found was satisfaction from your teasing. grunting, moaning and sobbing into your jugular he stuttered out ,

"cummingg, f-fuh. . fuck I'm coming !"

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tag list is open @cinnikoi @zzstar @mini-mews

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kinktober: chastity~ shoyo hinata

synopsis: corrupting your pure friend . you gotta teach him the basics of course, he doesn’t know much, what better way to show him where to start by teaching him how to masturbate first ?

warnings/tw: aged up! corruption, masturbation, cum play, handjob, and porn with a plot(?) BONUS [twt links !]

the character ai bot that I made in honor of this: here

not proofread // posted early bc ily !

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“e-eh?! woah uh wait! i uh! no don’t-!” he protested, watching how your hand was trailing his thigh. you were rubbing little circles on his thighs under the cover. you and him were friends, you have been for awhile. of course you knew that he was a major ‘no sex’ sort of person. he invited you for a movie and now here you were trying to make a move on him. why wouldn’t you? he’s fucking hot.

“you know I don’t do those things! im waiting until marriage,” he continued, shaky breaths. he could feel himself crumbling underneath your touch. his face was flushed a dark red color.

“oh cmon! don’t be such a prude… look at how cute your cock is. sprung up so quick… as soon as I put my hand here,” you gave him and innocent smile.

he gulped slightly, shaking his head slowly, sinking into the couch you both were on. he was anxious, breathing quickly. he shut his eyes, balling his palm into a fist to feel his purity ring.

“no… I’m waiting until marriage,” he blushed.

you bit your lip slightly, seeing him so flustered made you so goddamn turned on. you wanted those same fingers inside of you, oh how erotic it would be for him to finger fuck you with his cute little purity ring on.

“shoyo please,” you hummed, hand trailing a bit more up. his cock twitched slightly, he winced at the sensitivity. “I’ll make you feel so good~” you teased, palming his pulsing dick.

he looked at you with pleading eyes. his mind said it was a bad idea… but his dick just needs her. he’s never been the type to give into any temptation, he wouldn’t even watch porn. but now that you’re in front of him, boobs squished against his arm, hand on his thigh, it made him rethink.

“let me show you how it feels to feel so good…” you whisper in his ear. he let out another shaky breath, looking over at you. your eyes were so seductive, he was drawn to them.

“no…”

“please shoyooo~” your voice sang slightly, fingers teasing the waist band of his shorts

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“show me…” he mumbled, looking away from her. it was way too embarrassing. he couldn’t even believe those words escaped his mouth. why did he feel so horny? why did he want to stick his dick inside of you. he wondered what it looked like, what it’d feel like… your gummy walls clinging onto his hard cock… the wetness… softness.

you smirk to yourself, grabbing his chin to face you. you wanted to see his cute little flushed face.

“how should I show you what to do? maybe you need to see what we’re gonna do soon huh? you ever watch porn?”

he blushed at your straightforward question, shaking his head ‘no’. you chuckle at his innocence. of course he hasn’t. you bet he probably hasn’t ever came from touching himself… he’s probably never even touched himself.

“ever… hmmmm touch yourself?” you asked in your cheerful voice.

once again he shook his head ‘no’. you looked at him, amused. so cute, so ready for you to corrupt his mind.

“such a bad idea…” he mumbled to himself. he couldn’t believe he agreed.

you pulled out your phone, going on Twitter, you scrolled through dozens of porn accounts searching for just the right video to show him. it would be his first time watching it so…

you click on this video.

you make him hold the phone, hand stroking his clothed, painfully hard cock. he watched, blushing, eyes staring on to the phone. the way the girl got fucked from behind… sucking on the guy’s dick afterward made his cock leak some precum. the girl was so eager for the man’s cum… maybe he wants that… but yet he still doesn’t know how.

as he watched, your hand rubbed his clothed cock up and down. you teased his leaking tip by putting just a finger on it. he whimpered slightly, still paying attention to the video.

“shoyo… let me see it” you giggle.

he looked at you with a small blush. why did you have to ask it like that? so embarrassing for him.

“okay…” he set the phone down, pulling down his shorts slowly. his hard dick hit his abdomen straight away, causing him to hiss at how sensitive he was.

his cock was pretty average, thick, a vein running on the left side, and slightly curved. not shaven, he never cared for those types of things because he didn’t think he’d ever be doing this sort of thing before marriage. his cock was almost tempting you with its pink flush on the tip to just hop on it and ride. he was embarrassed, looking at himself. the precum spilling out made him ashamed that he’s gotten this far with you.

you chuckled at his facial expression, grabbing your phone. you chose another video for him to watch.

ultimately you decided on this one.

you placed your phone back in one of his hands, guiding the other. his eyes were glued on to the phone, like an addict. the way he wasn’t giving the girl the time of day to catch her breath… he moved so fast, he bet that the guy’s cock was feeling so amazing.

you guided his hand to wrap around his own cock, pumping it. you couldn’t feel the soft flesh, giving him the opportunity to feel himself.

his breath was hitching, eyes off the phone. he felt weak. he didn’t mean to but his shaky hand dropped your phone on to the couch. the woman’s moans echoing off in the room.

he watched as you helped him rub himself. the way his thumb hit his tip here and there made him see stars. his back arched slightly when you started to move his hand faster.

you put a wad of spit on his twitching cock, making him moan. the spit spread over his dick and hand as he pumped, making him feel extra euphoria. he shut his eyes to chase his high.

he felt like he was gonna shoot something out soon. maybe it was that liquid that he sometimes saw when he woke up. he never understood why it happened but he never paid mind. he dug his nails into the couch, moaning and groaning.

“y/n… st-stop it’s too mu-“

“i stopped controlling your hand awhile ago,” you chuckle.

he looked down and saw that his own hand was pumping himself, shame throughout his body. but he didn’t want to pull away. he wanted to chase this high that was coming. he felt too alive, his hand was moving on its own, as if he had no control over it

you giggle to yourself, amused as you watched him masturbate. he was such a whiny and whimpering mess.

“god…! i can’t- im!” he whined, rubbing faster. as soon as he rubbed his dick faster, white splurges of his cum landed on to his stomach and a bit on the couch. he panted, looking at the white sticky substance.

you smile, grabbing his hand that had his cum. you licked it all clean, teasing his fingers as you shoved them down your throat.

his cock twitched at this action. the sensation of your saliva and tongue on his finger pads made him feel tingly.

your eyes were like a hungry lust demon… he was so fucked.

“we aren’t done yet shoyo,”

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[gutterfuuck]

i’m a literal whoreeee for your somno bff! mark shit. i would love some more of that if you ever get the chance!

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this is my chance, and i have gotten it!! side note: i have not thought for long on this, but i think that bff!mark would probably have braces… i don’t know, i was sitting and thinking. i do not include this headcanon here!! maybe i will incorporate that idea in future works! let me know!

cw: mdni, somno, this is just smut wow shocker, bff!mark (see other posts), this is a dark content blog! block if you are feeling uncomfortable!! i love lowk creepy highkey obsessed bff!mark…

snow white.

that’s all he could think as the moonlight illuminated your body, sleeping figure laying so peacefully on top of the covers like you were laying in a glass sarcophagus. he listened to the steady sound of your breathing, occasionally interrupted by little murmrs and gasps, shifting your thigh over your other leg in your sleep. he did this often, stayed awake longer than you when you came over to stay at his house. most times he’d just watch you as you slept, sometimes he’d slowly pull your pajama pants down to your knees and ever so carefully lift your shirt over your chest so he could fully take you in. you looked so beautiful like this, there was just something about how serene and peaceful you were when you slept.

he wanted to violate you.

you were tempting him, your soft breaths turned into low mewls as you shifted again before giving a heavy sigh, falling back into motionlessness. mark held himself above you, slowly placing his hands next to either side of your head, his knees separated as if to cage you in. he was. mark could hear his heart pulsing in his ears, could feel how his face went hot, how his dick started to throb in his boxers. he wondered what you’d do if you woke up, if you’d be scared, if you’d try to push him away… he hated how his cock twitched at the thought, he’d never want to hurt you. ever. mark’s fingers fiddled with the hem of your pants, tugging them down, down… just so he could see your bare cunt glistening, wet with your arousal. he had to bite back a moan. you’d been dreaming about something inappropriate. your wetness stuck to your pajamas, almost driving your best friend off the edge.

he’d done this before, more times than he could count on one hand but this was different. it was like you were expecting him to do this, like you wanted him to. you’d gotten wet for him before when he had slid his hand into your panties after you’d shared a night out together, holding you in his arms as he played with your clit, watching your body twitch when he circled it for too long. mark came in his pants that night, sucking your slick off of his fingers… this night was different, he hadn’t even touched you yet and you were already like this. just for him, he thought. all for him.

“you’ve been waiting, huh?” he asked softly, voice barely a whisper. he pressed his thumb between your folds, mind hazy as he searched for that little nub, flicking it with his digit when he felt it. “dreaming about me..?” he felt so selfish, so shameful. he pushed his thoughts away, they’d only make him feel worse. the constant echoing of his conscious telling him no, that this was wrong made him want to defile you even more. he straddled your legs, sitting up on his knees so he could move his hands more freely without having to lean on his other hand for balance above you. “i hope you’re dreaming of me..” he palmed himself through his clothes, he wanted to fuck you. he lifted up your shirt, pushing it up to your chin so he could grope your breasts, nipples poking at his palms. you made a sound and mark flinched, ready to roll over and pretend that he was asleep. he calmed himself when you took in a deep breath, still sleeping. still his.

mark’s cock bounced free, hard and leaking all for you. a part of him felt upset that you weren’t awake to see him, to see how much he needed you and wanted you, how badly he wanted to be yours. “m’sorry, you got me all worked up..” he sighed, leaning down to kiss you on your nose, your collar bone, your stomach… all the way down until he was face to face with your pussy, being careful not to tickle your inner thighs with his hair. he couldn’t have you waking up now. not yet, he hadn’t even started yet. he spread you open with his thumbs, eyes catching the way your clit twitched at him. his dick rested on the cool bedsheet, his hips grinding softly as to not make the bed creak, lips attacking your slick slit messily, hungrily. “don’t know how much i need this…” he hummed, tongue sliding up from your opening back to your clit, retreating into his mouth to savour you. this was fucked up, he knew it. you’d never think of doing this to him, never in a million years.

“mm, taste so good… smell so good..” he spoke as he licked you up, your thighs tensing. he sucked on your clit greedily before moving his mouth again, making out with your cunt while you slept soundly, safely. his hand wrapped around his cock, working it up and down, “n-nhg.. y/n..-“ your name felt like a prayer, golden. it rolled off his tongue perfectly, like your name belonged in his mouth. he couldn’t get enough, sucking and lapping at your juices as soon as they dribbled out, hand fondling one of your boobs. he could cum just like this, he was pretty sure he’d be able to cum from your scent alone. mark had to stop himself, unenthusiastically parting from your pretty pussy lips, licking the sides of his mouth like he had finished a meal.

mark pressed his lips against yours, tongue slivering into your mouth to meet yours. he liked kissing you, it was like you tried kissing back. your tongue would move timidly, his desperate and with purpose, hips stuttering when his tip rubbed against your tummy. you hadn’t woken up yet, hadn’t rolled in a certain way to let him know that it was time to stop before you woke up and caught him. “we’re gonna… we’re gonna do this together one day…” he huffed, trying to keep his voice low and hushed. he moved forward, crawling up the bed until your face was flush with his shaft. he rubbed the tip against your cheek, leaving a shiny line of pre on your skin. “so pretty, so, so pretty…” he trailed off, mumbling nonsense to himself about how he couldn’t help it, you were just so… tempting. in your sleep, your mouth opened with a deep sigh. you temptress. that was it, his breaking point.

all resolve flew out of the window, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down until he could see your teeth. mark had to pause, had to stop. he needed to stop, he couldn’t just lose it. but you were begging him to feel your mouth, why else would you open your mouth like that just as he was rubbing his cockhead on your cheek? obviously, you had no control over what you did in your sleep but mark thought otherwise, believed otherwise. “you’re so good to me..” he praised, leaky head resting right on your open lips. “j-just half, know you can take half…” his cock started to push past, hissing when he felt the tip of your tongue on his frenulum, involuntarily bucking his hips. he had to be careful, couldn’t risk waking you up out of your slumber. he was too far gone now, couldn’t explain this away if you did open your eyes.

“wan’ so bad… y/n, please…” and just like that, your mouth opened more, like you had heard him. you hadn’t, those were your reflexes. mark’s head tilted back, dick holding your sleepy jaw open as he started moving, slow and steady. “throat.. mh, i wanna fuck it…” he babbled, pulling his hips back and watching as his cock slid out of your wet mouth, slapping it against your forehead a few times. he really should stop, you were starting to move around. with the moment still raw in his mind, mark placed a hand on your rib, settling to jerk off onto your stomach. he cursed himself for not acting earlier, he could’ve been able to paint your face if he had. he pumped his cock urgently, small “ah-ah-ah”’s increasing in volume as he approached his orgasm, red hot pleasure coursing up his spine and making him almost choke on his moan, biting his lip hard so he didn’t make a sound, white ropes shooting out onto your stomach, pooling at your belly button. the sight of you, the way you just scrunched up your nose and relaxed again, it was enough to keep him hard and straining, even if he had just squirted pearly white all over your body.

post nut clarity hit him hard, disgust crawled into him, pinching his nose bridge in between his fingers with a shaky sigh, giving himself a second to regroup his thoughts. mark grabbed one of his shirts from the neat pile on his desk, using it to clean up the mess he had made on you. he’d cum so much that a droplet had found its way to your chin, quickly swiping it away with the cotton of his shirt. he pulled your pants up tidily before working to wipe away his cum from your skin, not noticing how your head craned to look over at him.

“…mark..?” he stopped dead in his tracks, turning his head to look at you slowly in the dark. suddenly he felt like a scumbag, dirty, like he needed to take a shower to clean himself from himself. your shirt was still pulled up, you were still exposed. “wh-what’re you doing…?” you questioned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you waited for a response. your eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark yet, you couldn’t see mark’s guilty expression. he had to think, fast.

“you- you were moving around.. looked like you were having a nightmare.” good. now he just needed to explain away your shirt and the fact that he was wiping you clean of something. “i went.. i got you a glass of water— uh, milk, thought it’d help if you woke up… i’m sorry, i spilled it, i-i know what this looks like..- i swear i-“ you cut him off, shaking your head at him. “you’ve always been so clumsy, marks.” you yawned, sitting up in his bed, letting your shirt fall over your naked chest as if nothing had happened. we was your best friend after all, there was nothing to hide from him. close call. very, very close call. “i believe you, i don’t know why you get so worked up.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly for a second. he gave a nervous laugh, he was terrible. you were so nice, so sweet… how could you accuse your best friend of something like that anyway?

he felt awful. he wanted to apologise, wanted to get on his knees and beg you to forgive him for defiling your body like that, tainting you without your knowledge or suspicion. he didn’t know why he felt so horrible, this happened all the time. rinse and repeat, he’d be back to it eventually. “sorry.” he offered, scratching the back of his neck idly to which you smiled, playfully landing a punch on his bicep, “it’s fine, dude. it’s not like you’re a creep or anything.” oh, that burned him in his chest. it swelled up, eating away at him… until he bubbled with pride. he could really get away with anything when he was with you.

“i wanted it, though.”

you spoke, making mark’s blood run cold. had you been awake? he was going to defend himself, going to apologise for lying and not telling you the truth- “my drink, you said you bought me up a drink. my throat’s dry.” saved again. he was so lucky. mark stood up from his bed, legs shaky and hands trembling. he had gotten away with it again. close call, again. you watched as he left the room, turning on the desk light before he walked downstairs, giving you a little bit of light.

as mark stepped around in the kitchen with your drink, he thought to himself, “how many close calls until she realises?” it echoed in his brain, he knew the day would come.

you placed your hand on your stomach, sly smile plastered on your face as you felt something drip down from your sternum. next time, he should really turn on the light before leaving you alone to observe his remaining mess. you swiped it up with your thumb, licking it off of the pad of your digit.

mark grayson tasted really good.

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𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤❥ 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡*𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡!𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮̈𝐦𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡-, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚; 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭, YOU BETTER BE 18+ OR GET OUT

“𝑆𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝑚𝑒．．.”

．•．✩. 🜚 *•.. ✧

He was so pretty, your boyfriend. Always so pleasing to look at…

Especially now.

Panting beneath you with a lovely flush on his high cheekbones, plump lips shiny and swollen from a combination of your kisses and his bites; thick, warm cock twitching leaking precum all over your hand as you played with its pink head while your Tiger begged you to let him cum.

He couldn’t help the way his hips jerked under your touch. Soft hands twisting up and down his dick, the friction wet and effortless thanks to all the slick drooling from his slit. On top of that, his body pulsed with a hot need to cum so intense that it made him sweat; mouth dropping open in a watery gasp as you tightened your thumb and pointer finger, forming a hole and twisting it right under his frenulum, milking his cock.

“O-Ooh!”

The pleasure almost makes him lightheaded, high pitched moans bubbling out of his throat as he feels his spine go ramrod straight. Blushing down to his chest while he tried not to disobey you.

“You can cum when I let you, kay’ baby?”

Smiling with a bite of your lip, you rake your nails down his broad chest, making sure to catch them on his erect nipple, enjoying his cute shiver of arousal as he gripped the covers. Trying to breathe and calm himself before looking up at you with eclipsed pupils and teary eyes.

You pause your hand movements and lean down; licking a trail up his bitten up neck until you stop to suckle at the spot under his ear then around his ear. Hissing as Tiger’s sounds make your clit throb in want.

“Fuck. Listen to you, sounding so sexy…like my good little bitch right baby?” You whisper in his ear. Watching while the tips go from pink to red, pretty blush deepening.

Squeezing his eyes shut with a whine, he feels his heart skip a beat; body lighting up at the way you were treating him. Tiger should probably be more concerned with how you calling him names makes his balls fatten but he felt too good to truly care. His whole system drunk on you.

Raising an eyebrow when you see the dazed look in his watery eyes, quivering chest, and his cock is almost red with how hard he’s ready to blow.

“P-please- wanna cum…m’ so good f’you angel”, Tiger begging so sweetly makes you restart your hand. Tightening in a slick fist around his engorged cock, you move to devour his throat. Suckling harshly, nipping, and kissing the sensitive skin.

Tiger’s moans start to boarder on screams. Heat lashing through his system so fast, it makes him dizzy enough that he can’t even remember how to catch his breath or keep it down. To his own ears, he really does sound like a bitch in heat.

Your good little bitch.

He was so close his cock hurt and this time you’d let him. Reaching up, you grab a fistful of Tiger’s field green locs and pull. Biting his exposed Adam’s apple as he shakes in your hold.

The tingling in his scalp runs straight through him, eyes fluttering in bliss.

“You want to cum? Cum nice and hard for me?” You’re wet to the point of it pooling on his lap where you’re sitting, but you could cum later; now was all for Tiger.

Unable to form words, he nods desperately.

So, with one last bruising flick of his nipple you speed up your hand around his fat cock, reveling in his wet choked cries.

“Good~ baby. Go ahead n cum, pretty.” No sooner than the words leave your sinful lips, he’s coming.

Tears falling down his flushed face, hips bucking as the strength of his orgasm hits him with such force he goes dumb. Your pretty moans mixing with him as your warm fingers around him burn into his skin; the sweetest pain accompanying each pulse of your cum drenched hand, wringing every drop out of him.

And shit, there was so much. Shuddering when the waves of pleasure finally ebb into a low buzzed simmer, leaving him boneless and sleepy.

Tiger was so gone on his way to lala land that he could only look with bleary eyes and a tired smile and you smiling back at him; his cum a warm mess on you both.

“Shhh.. easy…rest for a bit, I’ve got you. You deserve a nap after how good you were for me”. Cooing, you praised him, pressing a soft kiss to his warm cheek.

Running your hand through his sweaty hair, you watch his eyes close with a sigh before you go to get something warm to clean you both with♡︎.

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[goldfades]

☕️ quinny baby

MY FAV MUNCH LMAO!!

my first smut LMAOOOOO, enjoy yall

nsfw after the cut yall, read at your discretion!!!!

you laid comfortably on the bed as quinn straddled you.

his hands roamed your body as you two made out, slowly. usually, quinn would've been faster but he wanted to truly feel you right now, he missed you so much. you two hadn't been with each other for three weeks and that meant three weeks of sexual frustration for the both of you.

that was probably the worst part of travel for both of you, not seeing or touching each other for weeks at a time ─ you both slightly relied on one another to relieve frustrations.

his mouth moved from your mouth down to your neck slowly. you let out a soft whimper, trying not to move too much. staying still was a hard task as he sucked on your pulse point, making goosebumps form all over your body.

"quinn," you moaned breathlessly. he'd barely touched you and you were already hot and bothered, it frustrated you.

"hmm?" he mumbled in response as he continued to suck on your neck, making sure to leave purple marks everywhere.

"need you," you could barely form words as your mind spun, your whole body already overstimulated from the little touch you were receiving.

"baby, let me take my time with you." quinn responded to your whimpers softly as a smile engulfed his face, he was clearly enjoying this. "haven't seen in you so long... let me taste you, hm?"

you responded with a soft moan as you nodded. he let you lean back on the bed as he took off his shirt. he then spread your legs slowly and laid in between them, you swore the sight itself would make you cum.

he took off your small shorts and threw them to the side as he begun kissing all over your thighs slowly, all while watching you closely. you tried your best to stay still as he begun sucking closer to your heat but you couldn't help but let out soft needy whispers as you watched.

your whole body was on fire as he continued sucking everywhere but where you needed him most, your patience was beginning to run low. "quinny, please. need you,"

"i know baby, just relax for me. it's okay." quinn mumbled in between your thighs. he finally planted a soft kiss right at the center of clothed pussy, which made your entire body twitch.

"fuck," you whined out pathetically as he planted another kiss. your underwear had been drenched already which definitely stroked quinn's ego as he smirked. he finally began rubbing your clothed pussy slowly, making you arch your back instinctively.

"you like that, pretty girl?"

you couldn't reply, he knew that. he just liked teasing you. you whimpered in response and he took that as a 'yes', he continued rubbing slowly until your body twitched again.

"quinn!" you moaned in frustration. "don't tease anymore, please. i can't,"

"oh poor baby," he mumbled in faux care. "you need me?"

you nodded quickly, tears already brimming your eyes at his slow pace, "need your tongue, please."

"hm, since you asked so nicely... okay." he finally pulled off your embarrassingly soaking underwear, throwing it off to the side before his tongue entered your pussy, quickly.

you were surprised at his sudden change in pace and let out a loud moan, your back arching once again at his actions. his tongue was fast as he gripped your thighs, pulling them closer to his face.

this was his favorite thing in the world, if he could stay in between your thighs all day, every day, he would. watching you twitch and whimper above him made everything else in the world disappear, anything that was stressing him out would simply leave his mind as he licked and sucked your pussy.

his whole face was covered in your arousal, which made his pants feel impossibly tighter. he began to move against the mattress to get any type of friction as he eat your pussy feverishly, watching you tremble above him.

"quinny!" you moaned out in ecstasy as you gripped the sheets beneath you, leaning your head back. you were close, you both knew that ─ you didn't even have to vocalize it.

he moved on to his hands and put in over yours warmly, he kept his pace with his tongue as he felt your legs begin to shake. he moved his other hand, and started toying with your clit to bring you closer to your climax.

finally, the knot in your stomach snapped and you screamed out in pleasure, gripping onto his hand to ground yourself. he slowly lifted his face from your heat ─ his entire face was covered in wetness and somehow, that turned you on even more.

you brought your hand to his cheek and gave him a sloppy, sweet kiss.

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour XVI

A/N: Another heavy Rook chapter!

Warnings: swearing

When you awake the next day, your body is stiff and your muscles sore. You figure that’s what you get for having sex in small spaces. Colson’s soft snores fill the room and you relish in the sound. Lightly brushing the hair back from his forehead, you stare at his soft features. The way his lips are slightly parted, the twitching of his eyes as he dreams. You run your finger down his sharp jawline, stubble resisting against your fingertip, the pulse point in his neck, the dip of his collarbone. You trace the outlines of the ink that litters his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your palm. 

You could lie in this moment with him, fast asleep and nestled against you, forever but your bladder is making its presence known. You slip out of the bed and creep out his bedroom door. When you’re done in the bathroom, the memories of being in there the night before playing through your mind while you peed, you practically fall into a solid mass. You look up to see Rook’s bruised face angled down at you, his eyes watching you closely. Part of you wants to be mad at him but the gentle side of you just feels…guilty?

“Don’t look at me with those eyes,” Rook mumbles, averting his eyes from your face quickly.

“What eyes?” you ask, playing with your fingers awkwardly as you stand less than an inch from each other.

“Those pitiful eyes. I don’t need your guilt or your fucking pitty. You were right, I had my chance and I fucked it up and now I have to live with that but you don’t. I don’t want you to anyway.”

“I…I’m sorry. I just- I want things to be ok between us again and I’m so scared they won’t be. I don’t want to lose you but I don’t know how to fix it.”

You hadn’t realised you’d been crying until Rook reached out to swipe a fallen tear from your cheek. You wanted to hug him. You wanted to tell him that you’d do anything to make him feel better, fix his fractured friendship with Colson but you can’t. You’re too afraid he’ll ask you to not be with Colson and you just can’t do that.

“You’re not going to lose me. I just…I need time. I need to adjust to the thought of you and…Kells. I won’t stand in your way but I can’t just push everything down overnight. I’ll always be your best friend, that will never change. I just need to learn to accept that I’ll never be anything else.”

His works tear at your chest and for the first time since your date, you look at him in that way. Why didn’t you see a relationship with him? Would you have ended up falling in love with him if you’d given it a chance? No, probably not. You were so stuck in the idea of ‘love at first sight’ that anything less seemed like a waste. You’d ended a lot of relationships over that idea and you began to think it was never going to happen and then you met Colson. Suddenly it wasn’t just an idea, it was reality.

“I can give you time and if it’s easier, I’ll go onto the other bus for the rest of the tour so that you can have some space from me and you don’t have to…”

Your voice trails off. You were going to tell him that he wouldn’t have to watch you and Colson be together because you didn’t want to hurt him but somehow it seemed insulting. You also didn’t think you could be around Colson without touching him, kissing him, especially now that you’re ‘officially’ a couple.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Colson’s rough voice fills the space. 

Rook takes a visible step away from you. You want to tell him he doesn’t need to but you don’t. Colson steps beside you, slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you to his side. You can’t explain it but the gesture is uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. The way Rook’s eyes study the space where you nestle into Colson makes your stomach knot anxiously but the feeling of Colson’s warmth, the way his arm tightens a little, is the best feeling in the world.

Rook doesn’t say anything else after that. He just turns on his heels and stalks off to his bunk, pulling the curtain closed. You feel the guilt settle in your chest again, the weight of his sadness resting squarely on your shoulders. You can tell Colson feels it. The way your shoulders tense and you hunch your body protectively. He rubs circles on your hip bone, comforting you.

“He’ll come around, just give him time,” he whispers in your ear. You nod but somehow you can’t seem to convince yourself of that, no matter how hard you try.

********

The days begin to blend into one. You’ve made your regular check-ins with Francis and he’s happy with Colson’s improved mood at his PR obligations and his performances on stage. Your friendship with Rook still seems to have some life in it too. He doesn’t leave the room anymore when Colson and you enter it together laughing, hand in hand. He no longer flinches when Colson touches you, kisses you or tells you something sweet. Slowly, he begins talking to you normally again and he occasionally has a conversation with Colson that doesn’t have to do with the tour. Just general conversations, almost like they were before their fight.

“You’ll get back to where you were again,” Ashleigh told you with such confidence you almost believed her.

The rest of the group accepted Colson and you being together pretty easily. Sophie and Ashleigh were ecstatic for the both of you. Exclaiming that it was about damn time Colson ‘manned up’ and asked you out. Baze, Jus and Slim nuzzled your head and threatened Colson to not mess with you. Sam simply smiled at you and nodded at Colson in his quiet Sam way.

You lay in the bed of your hotel room in a city you didn’t recognise, listening to the sound of Colson’s deep breathing. You had both gone to bed hours ago and after making love and showering, you still lay there wide awake and your mind racing. You’d never been a patient person so the idea of Rook taking weeks or even months to start acting normally with you again was slowly killing you. You didn’t expect him to just wake up one day and be over it but he can’t hold what you did against you. Rook was the one that messed up not you and in your logical mind, you believed he had no right to be upset. You decided in that moment, enough was enough.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and slink to the door. You slip out and stalk down the hallway to Rook’s room. You bang on the door, not even sure if he’d hear you in his deep slumber. You wait a moment and the door opens revealing a shirtless Rook, rubbing sleep from his eyes and mumbling about the time. You push past him, anger building in your gut at an uncontrollable rate.

“You are such an asshole,” you scold him, pacing the messy floor of his hotel room. “You couldn’t man up and tell me how you felt all these years and then I finally find someone that makes me happy and you suddenly think you have a right to be jealous?”

“I know,” Rook agrees with you but your blood is pumping so loudly in your ears you barely register it and continue.

“I have been single for as long as you’ve known me! You’ve had so much time, so many opportunities! When your house flooded, you lived on my fucking sofa for a month for god’s sake. You didn’t think to mention one day over your lucky charms ‘Hey can you pass the OJ, oh and by the way, I think I’m in love with you’? Would that have been so hard for you to say?”

“Why does this bother you so much?” Rook stands in front of you abruptly stopping your pacing. His eyes are pleading with you but what they’re asking you have no idea.

“Because I thought you were my best friend. When I thought our friendship was growing, you were falling in love with me. Do you know how much of a betrayal that is?”

“How is that a betrayal?” Rook snorts and you see red.

“It changes everything Rook. How can you not see that? When I thought you were doing something nice for me because I was your friend, you were doing it because you wanted me to feel the same way you did. That was your hope wasn’t it? Get close to me, treat me right and hope one day I realise that this was more than friendship?”

Rook doesn’t say anything. He simply stares at you, mulling over everything you said. He sinks to the bed, the full weight of everything finally settling and his shoulders slump and he leans his elbows on his knees to stare at the floor. You don’t know what to do. Everything that had been festering in your brain has been said, you have nothing else but the feeling of relief you were expecting doesn’t come. It’s just replaced with a feeling of guilt. 

You know deep down that Rook never intended to hurt you and maybe he thought it wouldn’t take years for you to fall in love with him. Maybe he believed after a few months of spending endless hours together, you’d catch his stare and a fluttering feeling would expand in your chest. Maybe you’d brush your hand over his cheek, nestle closer to him and close the gap between your lips. 

Maybe that’s what he’d hoped for but the feeling never came. The touch never happened. You never kissed. You never saw him as any more than a friend because you were so focused on the fluttering when you saw Colson. The heat when he brushed up against you while you stood in his kitchen at 2am making a snack. The buzz when you caught him watching you in your bikini as you dived in his pool with Casie. You’d been so enthralled with Colson, you’d never noticed Rook watching you. Never saw his hugs, his hand holding as anything more than just an affectionate friend. You never questioned it because you wouldn’t have if he was a female friend. You didn’t want to make assumptions based on his gender and besides, he dated for crying out loud. He’d bought girlfriend’s along to plenty of events and catch ups. Hell, you’d even caught him having sex with one of them in Ashleigh’s guest room. It wasn’t fair and suddenly you realised, it wasn’t fair for either of you.

“How come you never told me?” you ask finally, sitting next to him on the bed. It was the question that had been the loudest in your mind.

“When you told me you didn’t really feel a spark with me, I respected it. I had kind of assumed after that first date that most of my feelings were lust more than genuine interest in a relationship,” Rook shrugs like it was obvious. “Then you joined the group and we were spending a lot of time together and the feelings didn’t lessen the more I got to know you, if anything they intensified but then…” his voice trails off and you know exactly what he was going to say.

“You introduced me to Colson,” you finish for him and he nods softly.

“I felt that spark, that electricity between the two of you the moment he shook your hand. The other day I said you’d never looked at me like you look at him, well it goes both ways. I’ve never seen him look at a woman the way he looks at you. He was going to marry a woman that I’d never once seen could make his face light up the way you do. That was the moment I knew I was fucked.”

You can understand why Rook held back. In his mind, there was something between Colson and you just begging to be explored but you were just too closed off to it. You had such a low opinion of yourself that you couldn’t bring yourself to even let your mind wander for a moment. The first time you thought about Kells as more than a friend, you put a wall up and pushed him away. You made rules for yourself, you trained your body to not react to him. 

“How come you still didn’t say anything to me when Megan came along? He was with her for so long which meant no chance for him and I to get together.”

“I really did think about it for a few days but then I saw them together. They were always so…intense,” Rook chuckles and you can’t help but laugh in agreement. 

It was true that Megan made you so tense that you tried to limit your time spent with her as much as possible.

“I knew it wouldn’t last. I was just waiting for who would call it first. Gotta be honest, I was surprised it was her.”

“Why did that surprise you?” you look over at Rook in confusion.

She was always the leader in their relationship. The one who called the shots, made the plans and spoke for the both of them. The way in which she ended things was surprising but the fact that it was her ending it, didn’t surprise you in the least.

“He never stopped looking at you that way.”

Your cheeks heat and your heart flutters. You make a mental note to ask Colson about that. You wonder what held him back from pursuing something earlier but then you remember your walls and figure he probably thought you weren’t interested. How wrong he was.

“I don’t know if I have any right to ask this of you because your feelings are your feelings but…are you ever going to forgive me?” you ask Rook with a serious tone laced through your tone.

“That’s the funny thing about love, I already have,” he smiles at you and the guilt and the weight vanishes from your chest and you can see your Rook again. “And for what it’s worth, I am sorry for not being honest with you but I’ve decided, you could do worse,” and the shit eating grin that overtakes his face is so intoxicating that you have to join in.

[thus-spoke-lo]

Okay let me burst in here and tell you MY Katakuri thoughts. I got carried away and it's almost 100% violent monster fucking sorry. 😭

Hes as tall as a two story house. A lot of people shrink him down or make the reader taller in their fics and although I respect it, I also think there is an opportunity to use some fictional world anatomy and physics.

Imagine how big his cock is- It's gotta be at least 3 feet long- and THICK too. It definitely pulses too, super heavy. If he swung around too fast he'd knock you out. But that being said he probably likes smacking your face with it.

I think one of the hottest things to him is just resting his huge cock against your stomach and seeing how far up it goes. It's about as long and thick as a regular muscular man's forearm and the head almost goes up to your throat. If this was real hentai physics maybe he could go all the way through. You'd be like a moaning, twitching kebab LOL.

He takes a lot of time stretching you. If you're lucky. Do you really want him trying to jam that thing anywhere near you without prep? (Okay, I do but that's because I'm insane.) Especially if he's taken a special liking to you. You're so cute and small, he just wants to take care of you. Don't cry from just his giant fingers- are you really that little and weak? He ignores your panicking and taps at his arms to let you up. You can't do this.

But you will. He's putting that thing inside you no matter what. From the moment he saw you he knew he'd make you his wife, even if he needed to keep you locked up for a while. You're so kind and sweet, you'll love him like he loves you eventually. (I can imagine him just silently slinging you over his shoulder and taking you back to his house.😭)

He doesn't say much, probably grunts and holds you close, smelling your hair as he finally pushes in. You scream before he even gets the full head in and he waits for you to stop. He's so kind and patient. 🥺 Once you're reduced to pained stuttered breathes he'll push the rest of himself in, ignoring your return to screaming. He's probably physically rearranging your guts, molding you to him. It's so painful.

You can see the bulging outline of his dick if you look down and it makes you even more light headed. You cry about how you're going to burst but he loves it. He wouldn't really let anything like that happen anyway. He definitely is fascinated by the weird bump though, sliding in and out with a hand pressed over it so he can feel his head through your skin.

When he cums inside it completely swells you up like a balloon. He's the type to get up really close to your pussy and watch it ooze back out when he presses down on your tummy. Also you're absolutely left with a huge gape and in severe pain 😔 But he pulls you close to his chest and cuddles you after and that's what's really important. 🥰

- Law's patient

You know, if anyone could make a compelling argument for being a Katakuri fucker, I would trust you to be the one to do it. 😭 "You'd be like a moaning, twitching kebab" i am dead btw

There's something in him that makes him not genuinely want to hurt you--he's protective and capable of violence, but there's nothing about you that threatens him, even if your kindness and gentleness do occasionally give way to a fiery temperament. (It's almost laughable to him how cute you are when you're mad, like a feisty little pet trying to bare its teeth and flash its claws.) But there's simply no way he can't--he's too big and you're just so small and fragile, he's bound to hurt you, so all he can do is make it as pleasant as he can.

And despite how broken you are afterwards, he's willing to spend as much as you need picking up the pieces and putting you back together, cradling you in his massive arms and holding you to his tree-trunk chest. You'll learn to enjoy it eventually, he thinks--you just need to let him take care of you.

[sysba]

cal x edith - ropes

...anyway. caledith smut era. i've posted (and deleted) this before but i have, expanded it a bunch lmao. promised @night-triumphantt this wld be here when she woke up so yeet.

3.2k words; 18+/E; warnings under the cut

(cw soft bondage, unprotected s/ex)

“Too tight?”

She hovers above him, studying Cal’s every move as she secures the bindings on his wrists, ready to stop at even the smallest twitch in his expression. He doesn’t flinch, though. Just shakes his head lightly, deep red eyes focused on her. She ties the last knot quickly enough.

Edith’s lips find his a second later; it’s tentative at first, a feather-like peck on the corner of his mouth (it’s enough to make him shudder). Then a real kiss follows, a proper one, intent yet still gentle. It doesn’t take much to coax his mouth open. Instead he docilely allows her to deepen the kiss, drinking her in as if parched yet unwilling to take more than he’s been offered. If it were up to him, if she ever wished to, he’d let her break his skin and flow through his veins.

She’s soft, too soft as she kisses him— Cal has seen her fangs, seen just how deep her teeth can sink into flesh till bloody, but her mouth is silk and honey and smooth as whiskey whenever she kisses him. Yielding; just like the steel of her eyes whenever they rest on him. The bluntness of it still catches him off guard after all this time.

Cal’s breath hitches once more when she nibbles on his bottom lip, soothing the sting with her tongue. It’s all too intense. Her weight on him as she straddles him, and… 

He pulls on the restraints almost experimentally; like he’s trying to gauge if they’ll hold. They do. The cotton bandages (the ones usually binding Edith’s hands during training) are now expertly wrapped around Cal’s wrists and then the headboard, keeping him in place. He could probably tear himself free, if he really tried. But he only gives another weak yank while Edith kisses him more, a strangled sound escaping him helplessly when he finds himself unable to hold her. 

“Does it hurt?” She pauses, leaning back to get a better look at him. There’s an edge to her tone that he misses as his eyes flutter close in focus, a feeble attempt at calming his panting. But he senses her waiting for an answer, and when words don’t come out he shakes his head. It really doesn’t hurt. 

“I need you to use your words, Cal.” 

He thinks she’s teasing him, at first, enjoying the effect she has on him. But then he sees her, and his heart lurches. Because she’s pleading with him, he realises. 

Edith watches him expectantly, frozen in place, tense as she readies herself to put a stop to all this. She half-expects him to ask her, but would he? Worry hisses and coils in her stomach, and then it vanishes in a single moment, replaced by kindled warmth as Cal flashes a reassuring smile at her.

“I’m alright. Just feeling a bit…”

“Out of control?” She finishes for him when he hesitates, and Cal swallows.

“Mmh.”

Edith lets out a shaky huff, halfway between a sigh and a chuckle. Her head dips to rest on him, lodged between his neck and shoulder (right where his tattoo coils elegantly across his skin, as if marking her place on a map), letting her lips brush against his pulse. It’s strong. Alive.

“Tell me about it,” she murmurs, and he wishes he could look at her and see the frenzy pooling in her eyes. The same frenzy that’s making her voice shake as she admits darkly, “‘m losing my fucking mind, here.”

He thinks he gets it, now, why she looked at him so desperately just now, like she was the one unable to move and not the other way around. ‘Out of control’, she said… He does feel quite helpless, tied up as he is. But giving up that control is the whole point, and Cal doesn’t find it in him to feel uneasy. Not when it’s Edith he has to trust; that’s always been rather easy, with his life or anything more.

No, out of the two of them the one struggling the most right now isn’t him. Edith is holding back for his sake, unwilling to ruin what’s most dear to her, Cal realises. Dear. Treasured. Delicate. Never would he think of those words to describe himself, except for when she holds him. Except for when she buries her fingers in his inky hair and kisses down his throat lightly, as she’s doing now. 

That’s what he thinks of as her tongue runs along his jugular, one hand reaching over to rub his tied wrists, and the other placed on his bare chest; right above his heart. And if he is all that she believes, if he is priceless and fragile, he’d let her break him over and over again, as long as it were her hands piecing him together.

But he wouldn’t know how to say all that.

“It’s okay,” he blurts out instead, voice ragged, “You can—” 

He doesn’t get to finish the sentence, choking back the words as she descends on him. At last. It’s her hand that finds him first, touching him in a way that has Cal’s thighs tense, his muscles spasming at the warmth of her palm that so easily seeps through the fabric of his clothes. She thinks herself cold, so why does her skin always burn like this?

“Tell me what you want.” 

An order. But if he could see her face now, he’d know she’s begging.

You. What else could he want? His head feels completely empty, yet buzzing all the same. It’s taking all of his focus not to grind into her touch, a frantic need for more clouding his thoughts. He thinks she asks a second time— he can’t be sure. The dizziness only fades when Edith grasps his chin and tilts it up so he meets her gaze. She’s smiling a bit. That helps.

“Kiss me?” He finally finds his voice again; it comes out as a question, though he’s not sure if he means it that way. She laughs, then. A real laugh, bright and airy, and a fond shake of her head before she takes pity on him and complies.

Everything that happens after, Cal can barely register. He doesn’t notice the button of his pants being undone, or the cool air on his skin; he doesn’t notice his own hips shifting restlessly, or his fingers gripping and pulling at the bindings whenever she grips him in a way that has his back arch beautifully, just like a bowstring. 

All he knows is the taste of her tongue (sugar and lemon), the torment of waiting for more. The wetness of the sickly sweet lube that’s so foreign it’s almost unpleasant, until Cal reminds himself whose hands are toying with him. 

Edith’s mouth muffles the low whine pulled from him as she strokes him, her grasp firm and blissful and inescapable. My darling, my baby, so perfect… A shameless string of coos washes over him as her head moves lower, each word making the tips of his ears burn hotter. And with every praise he feels her breath inch lower, her mouth leaving a trail of bruised prints in its wake. It feels maddening, maddeningly good. He can’t cover his face like this, Cal realises suddenly; and so does Edith, smiling as she drinks in the sight.

And what a sight he is, head thrown back against the pillows, silky strands of hair splayed around him like a halo, the curve of his throat completely exposed. His chest is flushed, rising and falling so breathlessly. From where she’s nuzzling his stomach, nipping at the flesh right below his navel, Edith watches his lips part in a silent gasp. It turns into a moan when she lowers her head again.

“I love you.” 

How much time has passed? Edith’s voice sounds rougher, almost as if scorched by his heat. The way she says those words so easily while slotted in between his legs, feasting on the most sensitive parts of him… Cal would want to hide if he weren’t so lost, fumbling to chase his high.

“Please,” he twitches under her, trying to keep still, to not bury himself deeper (not that she’d mind) and drown into her.

“Please what?”

The husked taunt almost makes him want to whimper, to cry for mercy. Maybe he will.

“Edith…”

“Anything you want,” she cuts him off before he can, and even in his haze he hears the want barely concealed in her tone. A want to claim that makes her breath taut. “Anything, everything, I’ll give it to you, so just tell me.”

Her voice is nearer, now. Cal’s eyelids flutter open, pure black pupils blown wide as he takes her in, sees the gentleness in her gaze as she leans in to kiss away the tears at the corners of his eyes. He barely hears himself answer, a slurred mumble of pleas that sounds a bit like “…inside you,” but it’s enough for Edith. He only knows she’s freed his hands when he rushes to pull her closer, the force of it startling him more than it does her.

There’s a certain decisiveness to his movements, to the wanton way he kneads the back of her thighs and then yanks down her hips so she’s flush against his hardness; no blank space or hesitation when he flips her onto her back and presses against her side. So driven when he lowers his mouth to her chest, the cold metallic taste of her piercings on his tongue, so selfish when he wordlessly taps her lips until she parts them to suck on his fingers… It’s a kind of selfishness he only shows when she pushes him past his limit, something she’s been doing more and more lately. 

When he slips a hand past the elastic of her briefs Edith doesn’t make a sound, but he feels her breathing grow more ragged as he easily pushes a finger inside her, and then two barely a minute after. It’s not usually this rushed, this sloppy —Cal has always liked to take his time with her— but she seems to understand his urgency, meeting it with her own. 

For one maddening moment Cal forgets where he is; the salt of Edith’s skin is a stray thought in the back of his mind as he chases something he can’t see, his blood ringing loud in his ears. Like always, she’s the one who brings him back.

Edith wears the same expression the whole time. From when she wraps a hand around his wrist to still his movements to when she hastily discards the rest of her clothes, she smiles. It’s wide and a bit crazed, a flash of white teeth and wet lips. She watches him twitch, desperate to hold her again. The colour of his irises is a thin, barely visible ring, pupils blown wide as he fixes her with a drunk stare. Still, he waits. 

It’s admirable, how he wills himself to be patient; she’s never had much patience to begin with. His chest, which has been heaving frantically ever since she released him, stops completely when she touches him. For just a moment, he’s breathless. And it makes her smile grow sharper. 

She doesn’t need to guide him to her, with the way he pounces on her almost instantly. He thinks he hears her laugh, though the sound is lost beneath the feeling of sinking into her. He does so slowly– or at least tries to. She feels him tremble with the effort of staying still, waiting for her to adjust, but the burning ache does nothing to hinder her when she digs her heels in the back of his legs.

“Move or I will,” is the threat grumbled against the shell of his ear, a roll of her hips to show she means it, and he lets out a sound that’s one part laugh and three parts moan.

He complies, ever the soldier. Fast and loose, painstakingly patient as he carves his way into her and her nails dig into his shoulders. 

It doesn’t take her long to grow restless, but Cal expects it; she never likes feeling caged. He leans back before she has to ask him, not pulling out as he lifts her, and when her weight falls on top of him again he buries so deep inside of her that they both hiss. She presses her lips to his brow and his lashes quiver. 

When she moves again she has none of his patience. She seems to have outlasted whatever tenderness has been colouring her actions so far, hooded eyes barely concealing the hunger in them. Cal turns to kiss her wrist where it rests at the side of his face, and the next time she captures his lips it’s even rougher than before, bruising; he doesn’t mind, he thinks to himself while he writhes beneath her. His hips meet hers with just as much abandon. Chasing the friction that has her clench tight around him, the heat of it so torturous and addicting he thinks he’ll come undone without a warning. 

She reaches it first– heavy breaths and muscles convulsing, a hand at the base of his throat to steady herself (a gentle grip). He can feel her pulse around him as he rocks into her, and knows he’ll soon follow; almost as if to agree, Edith’s hips stubbornly jerk above him. Taunting and imploring. Cal sits up in a fluid motion just in time to keep her upright as she falls against him, coming to a halt after a few urgent thrusts when he finally spills into her. 

They stay like that for a while, limp against one another, Edith on Cal’s lap and Cal panting against her collarbone. There’s a few more slurred words exchanged in whispers, sweet nothings and promises and stunned praises.

Only when the stickiness between them gets too uncomfortable to ignore do they force themselves to move, both wincing when Cal pulls out; they clean up quickly, barely enough just so they can lie back down.

***

It takes them minutes to come down from their high, heady heat subsiding into something quieter, something intimate. There’s still a faint thrum at the back of Cal’s mind as he lies on her chest, both of them still gleaming with sweat, but his mind feels clearer– less wonderstruck.

“Good?” Edith rakes her fingers through his long hair as asks. Her heart pounds steadily within her ribcage, the sound lulling Cal to peace. 

There’s a dull, pleasant ache spreading through him; it feels way better than ‘good’.

A quiet hum answers her, and he shifts in her arms to caress her cheek and press a kiss to her temple. 

The contented smile on his face wavers when she catches his hand to stop him; then disappears entirely when he sees her expression.

It confuses him at first, the anger in her eyes. He almost apologises out of reflex— for what, he’s yet to find out. And then he follows her gaze to his wrist, and it clicks. 

He understands, suddenly, that it’s not anger darkening her face. Fright, maybe. Guilt, definitely. Cal curses inwardly for not having noticed just how carefully she’s been holding his hand, staring at the reddened lines on his skin and rubbing gently at them as if to try and erase the soreness.

“That was too much,” is her only comment, more to herself than him. It sounds almost dejected. He sees her eyes dart from his hand to the rest of him, examining his state in silence. He knows what she sees without having to look down, if only from the way her jaw clenches.

“I’m sorry.” I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry—

His torso, covered in marks from neck to belt, large lovebites blooming dark on his beige skin while the imprint of her teeth is barely starting to fade. There’s scratches on his arms, and more on his back that she can’t see but knows are there. She takes it all in, the criss-cross patterns of old pale scars already peppered on his body, and then the new swollen marks she dared to leave on him. 

Do they sting? She can’t help but wonder. Forgive me.

Cal says something. It takes her a moment to even realise he did, but he patiently waits for her to focus back and look at him before repeating it.

“It doesn’t hurt.” 

He gathers her in his arms, embracing her as tightly as he did earlier.  Dozens of kisses peppered from her jawline to her collarbone, unhurried. She sighs, a bit shakily. 

“You could never hurt me,” he whispers it softly into her hair, firmly enough that she has to believe it. She clings to him, gripping his shoulders.

What a liar. She could hurt him in so many ways, this beautiful man in her arms who can only ever smile at her so brightly; the problem is he’d let her. Probably smile even brighter as she did.

He senses the stillness in her, guesses the train of her thoughts, and it fills him with such sudden grief that he shudders. 

He doesn’t know, exactly, what possesses him to act next. But he grabs her hand and pushes it down between their bodies where it’s still slick, so she can feel him. Feel the growing hardness against her fingertips, searing and eager to be hers again. The oddly bold action, so at war with the bashfulness tinging Cal’s cheeks, seems to surprise her. But she simply waits. 

“It didn’t hurt.” It didn’t hurt, I liked it. Still can’t bring himself to say that last part aloud.

He says it with such conviction, yet heat rushes to his face. It makes for a lovely view that finally pulls a faint smile from Edith.

“Mmh. Then it’s fine,” she hums after a moment, placing a small kiss to the bridge of his nose, “‘Cause I’m still hungry.” 

He’s about to ask what she feels like and sprint to the kitchen, for just a moment. And then he catches her meaning and sees that grin of hers, that ravenous light in her eyes that tells him he’s the next meal— he can’t stop the rush of excitement that ripples through him at that, and she feels it in her palm before he pulls her flush against him.

She laughs at the impatient look he gives her.

“That’s a good puppy,” she teases, lips ghosting over his without touching them.

Cal, who seemed about to dive in to kiss her himself a second earlier, sobers a bit at that. 

“Don’t— don’t call me that.” Oh, he’s flustered. So much so that he can barely hide the way he trembles as he turns to the side, hiding his face from her for a moment. 

She doesn’t have it in her to be merciful, though; not when he’s just offered himself so enthusiastically… Her smile only grows wider. His throat bobs nervously as he stares back at her.

“Husband, then.” 

That does it. A weak groan of protest, and then he’s burying his face in the crook of her neck as if he plans to live there, strong arms locked in place around her waist. 

Another laugh shakes her at the ridiculousness of it, of him, and then it softens into something else. Happiness, and disbelief, at how they found such ease despite the world outside this small, bare room. She sighs against his hair, pressing a kiss against the crown of his head that sends pleased shivers down his spine and through his marrow.

“Mine,” she declares, and this time he doesn’t object to the choice of words. Revels in it, even.

Hers.

[red-israfel]

Fake Date

Dorlene WIP | 683 words

By the end of practise, thoughts of her traitorous best friend had left her mind. She had completely forgotten the burning in her chest when she'd seen him sucking face with his boyfriend, too preoccupied with washing the sweat and dirt off her body. The intense training James had them doing leading up to the Slytherin match had helped clear her mind and provide a much-needed distraction.

It's not until she's walking back into the empty Gryffindor change rooms in no hurry to get to the hall for dinner, and Dorcas fucking Meadowes is standing fully dressed by the door waiting for her and says something so out of this realm that it comes back to smack her in the face. Marlene isn't entirely sure she didn't get a concussion during quidditch training.

"Lily convinced me to go along with your moronic Gryffindor plan. I told her yes, but I thought I should tell you to your face."

Marlene, ever eloquent, still standing in the middle of the quidditch girls locker rooms, simply responds, "Huh?"

Dorcas frowns at her like she's something disgusting caught on the bottom of her shiny black boots and clarifies, "As of right now, until the end of Black's party this weekend, we are officially dating."

Oh.

Oh.

It all clicks into place; puzzle pieces flipped and snapped into place, the border of her landscape jigsaw is complete. Lily running off after promising to fix it without sharing her method after making Marlene profusely promise to keep an open mind. Marlene had seen her sitting next to Regulus that evening in the library; Regulus, who is best friends with—

"No." She shakes her head in disbelief.

Lily was too smart to come up with such a stupid idea, and Dorcas was too uncaring to go along with it. Slytherins were self-serving; Dorcas got nothing out of this. She'd probably complain that, if anything, Marlene would taint her 'reputation.'

"What did Lily promise you?"

"We have a deal, and it's none of your business. Though I'm sure I could have argued for such advantages, you're no doubt thinking of right now." Dorcas' nose crinkled and her bottom lip twitched, so briefly she would have missed it if she blinked. Presently, she's forgotten how to blink. And breathe. And think.

"Fuck," she whispers, dragging the word out and groaning at the ceiling.

"So you don't want a date to Black's party?" Dorcas asks, more focused on her nails than Marlene's current meltdown.

"Yeah, a date. Not you!" Marlene flings her hands vaguely in the Slytherin's direction.

She slams open her locker, and Dorcas actually laughs at her. "I can see why the ladies avoid you; your charm is quite aggressive."

"Says the slimy snake." Marlene spits back.

"At least I don't have my friends convincing girls to fake-date me."

"Why would you need anyone to—'

Marlene wouldn't consider herself very observational off the quidditch field; it's not often that her awareness spreads further than her little Gryffindor bubble. But on the field, her eyes see everything. A good beater can read the people around them, both their team and the opposition. Spotting their tells is her job.

She watches the way Dorcas doesn't quite meet her eyes, staring just past her ear, not quite at her face. The tightening pull of her lips and the way her left forefinger taps one, two, three times every few seconds against her right hand pulse point. Marlene pieces her together and laughs.

"Don't." Dorcas grumbles.

"Merlin's balls!" Marlene laughs as she stalks up into Dorcas' personal space. "Why does the Dorcas Meadowes need a fake girlfriend?"

"It's a fake date."

"Tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to." Marlene waves her off, poking a finger into her chest. "Don't change the subject."

"Shouldn't you get some clothes on," she says glancing down at the towel wrapped around Marlene's chest. "Or do you like walking around starkers like a toddler?"

"Why?" Marlene asks. "Flustered, Meadowes?"

"Over you, McKinnon?" Dorcas' gaze rakes over Marlene's body like a physical touch. "Not a chance."

Marlene smirks, leaning in and whispering right into the Slytherin's ear. "Liar."

[saetoru]

miss tee any thoughts on toji + size kink 🙈

#𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐓 !! — 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

tags: nsfw 18+, fem! reader, size kinks, mentions of cunnilingus, overstimulation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, use of pet names (doll + princess)

notes: y-yeah i got thoughts :,)

it’s so endearing, the tears on your face, the slight widening of your eyes—how could it not be? toji can’t possibly be expected not to be smug after this, not when you’re already delirious from cumming on his tongue as many times as you did, and not now—when you’re gaping at the sheer size of his stiff cock as he finally springs it free. 

and you’re a cute one, he’ll give you that. you’re sweet and shy yet bold in all the right ways—you know your place yet you push the limits as far as they go. he can’t help but be just a little interested. and he certainly is interested. in fact, he’s a little more than that when he thinks about splitting you open with his cock, sinking deep into your walls and feeling you flutter around him. he’s just a tad bit more than interested in seeing more tears run down your face, in feeling your nails sink their way into his skin, clawing at him as you writhe. toji is thirsty for it—he’s parched, really. he needs to drink in the sight of you falling apart under him, and it starts with this. 

“i-it…it won’t fit,” you say shakily, “‘s too big,” you sniffle, and he gives you a pout in (faux) sympathy, the rough pad of his thumb swiping away tears from your cheek. he kisses the warm flesh, like he’s kissing it better, like a small press of his lips is gonna do anything to help. but you seem to relax just a little at the gesture, and he grins to himself. 

he’s going to destroy you, he thinks—but then he’ll pick up all the pieces and put you right back together. he likes you, after all, and fushiguro toji hasn’t liked someone like this in what feels like a millennium. 

“oh, won’t it?” he smirks, groaning lowly as he strokes himself, face twisting in pleasure as his own hand pumps his length, “no need to worry, doll. we’ll make it fit.” you watch in fascination, almost entranced as your eyes fix on the way he smears the pre cum dribbling from his thick, red tip, stroking up and down his fat cock and squeezing at the base. 

you make a mental note that he seems to like when he squeezes just a tad bit tighter at the base of his shaft—if the way his abs clench and a deep grunt is pulled from his throat is of any indication. you think you’ll use that information to your advantage next time…if there ever is a next time, that is. 

you really hope there will be. 

“b-but—”

“shhh,” he cuts you off, sinking his fingers into your folds, scissoring them to stretch you out—and you whine, let out a pretty little sound, one that makes his cock twitch as it throbs. it’s heavy, pulsing between his legs, and he doesn’t think he can wait any longer than he already has. and toji’s big—he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, probably bigger than anyone you ever will…but the idea of having someone after him doesn’t sit right with you. 

you want him over and over and over again, and you haven’t even been fucked properly yet. 

“i’d say you’re all ready, princess, don’t ya think? gonna mold this pretty little pussy, ain’t no one but me fittin’ when i’m done with you. ‘s all for me, yeah?” he smirks when you whimper at the loss of his fingers, pulling out and lining up with your entrance as he glides the tip against your folds, covering himself with your slick before he slowly sinks his tip into your walls. you’re wet and warm, and so incredibly tight—and he’s not even fully sunken into you yet. 

you gasp, and he groans, and you’re already clinging to him as you whimper. he chuckles, pressing soft pecks along your jaw before he pulls you into a kiss, slowly sinking inch by inch into you as his tongue explores your mouth. his cock curves into you so perfectly, veins dragging along your walls as his tip kisses the sweet spot that makes your back arch with ease. your legs wrap around his waist, hips bucking so he’s fully bottomed out, and he lets out a low moan against your mouth.

“t-toji,” you gasp, “fuck…so big,” you whine. he grunts, hips moving slowly as he thrusts in and out of you, and your walls clamp down on him tight enough that he thinks he might just come undone at any moment.

“see, told ya we’d make it fit,” he groans, hips snapping a bit more desperately now, slamming into you as he pants against your mouth. you throw your head back, sinking deeper into the plush of the pillow under you, and he lets his mouth wander until his lips attach to your neck, marking you up as his cock bullies into you with a rough pace. 

you’re sensitive, mewling as he snaps his hips harshly, tears once more dripping down your cheeks as your thighs quiver, and he can’t help but enjoy every second of it. your pleas are almost incoherent, too fucked out and cut off by gasps to fully understand. 

“toji, toji, ‘s t-too much,” you whine, “can’t cum anymore—”

“sure ya can,” he interrupts, moaning as you squeeze around him with another thrust of his hips, “yer a pretty thing when ya cry, you know that? my fucked out li’l doll,” he chuckles, and by now, his cock is aching to release. his balls are heavy, his tip is red and angry, and his pace is sloppy as he chases his orgasm. 

he chokes on a groan, hips pistoning his throbbing length into you desperately, ache between his leg building up until toji’s head sinks into the crook of your neck. your nails sink into his shoulders, digging angry crescent marks into the skin, chants of his name falling past your lips in short, labored pants. 

and just as his hand finds its way between your legs, thumb circling over your clit harshly, you come undone, back arching off the mattress as your mouth parts in a silent scream. 

“‘m cumming,” you sob, “f-fuck, toji,” you stutter, and he follows after you, stilling for a moment before he spills into your walls with a choked curse. his cock twitched with every thick rope of cum that paints your walls white, and your walls spasm around him as you both moan in sync. 

“f-fuck, that’s it, doll,” he grunts, “feel so fuckin’ good, g-gonna…gonna fill ya up all night. yer perfect li’l pussy was made for me, takin’ me so well.” he rolls his hips and rides you through your highs, right until you’re whimpering as your body trembles from the overstimulation, right until you milk the last drop of his cum as he fucks it into you. 

and just as your body relaxes against the mattress, he pulls his face from out of your neck, a smug little grin tugging at his scarred lips as he stares down at your glossy eyes and tear-stricken cheeks, hand cupping your face and squeezing your cheeks together. 

“don’t think we’re done yet, doll. night’s still young.”

[opalesense]

Dick headcanons for Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, and Zhongli? 👀

dick headcanons

kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli & gn!reader (NSFW)

1.1k words • ~9 min. read

warnings: cockwarming, blood mention, size difference, liyue arc spoilers

notes: SUPER delayed response (i’m so sorry) because i genuinely took a couple days to think about some fictional characters’ dicks??? i think it’s time to touch some grass?? ANYWAY i hope i did this request justice, i’ve never thought about this stuff in detail before :0

kaeya

i’ve always imagined that kaeya really has some LENGTH. he’s slightly above average so it’s not monstrously large, but he can definitely hit your sweet spots with ease or no effort at all.

it’s to the point where he can easily make bulges in your throat or your stomach. he absolutely loves watching his entire length disappear inside you and will either tease you about how he fits inside so well or how he’s so big that he can’t fit in you. just depends, of course.

cockwarming!!!! especially if you take his entire length in so well, expect him to ask if he can bury himself in you when the opportunity presents itself.

not super related to the topic but he’s the type to “fake bang” you if you’re bent over just to tease you. also the type to discretely grind his bulge against you when he’s in the mood, whether you’re hugging, cooking a meal, or even in the middle of a conversation with someone. he will not hesitate to let you know he wants you by letting you feel how hard you make him.

i don’t think many people talk about this but i imagine he’s uncircumcised... it’s going to sound so stupid but the “always hiding something” characterization... i’ll stop talking, you probably get it now HAHA

very well groomed down there! he truly does care about appearances and cleanliness after all. you never have to worry about poor hygiene with him in general. even though he loves doing dirty things with you there’s no doubt that he will always keep his dick as clean as possible. (shouldn’t everyone, though?)

he loves feeling tightness around his cock. whether it’s your hand pumping him or his form fitting pants restricting his bulge, firm pressure against that area can make his heart race. sometimes he can just be so needy for his cock to get attention.

diluc

despite being around average size he really has some girth on him! his cock is deliciously thick, that’s for sure.

twitchy! you can learn what he loves by the way his cock or his hips will twitch in excitement, almost as if it has a mind of its own. sometimes he can get so lost in the feeling and become speechless that those twitches would be your only indicator to keep doing what you’re doing.

his tip is so sensitive... if you lick that specific spot underneath his head or use your fingers to squeeze his tip, he will absolutely lose his mind. he also likes to shallow fuck you sometimes, loving the feeling of penetrating you over and over again.

that being said, expect him to usually take things slow and steady at first. he loves seeing the way his cock stretches you out, and especially loves seeing your hole gaping open to match his thickness. the feeling of pushing your walls apart because of how thick he is is always enough to make him weak at the knees.

he loves when you inflate his ego a little by using two hands to jerk him off rather than one. he especially loves when you use one hand to massage his balls, another sensitive spot of his. seeing you so eager and dedicated to please him will always send his heart pounding.

i like to imagine he has big, thick loads too to match his fat cock... he would definitely love dumping his cum inside you then letting it spill out so he can fuck it back inside again, penetrating you until your entrance is sore and covered in his load.

childe

this man is packing. he’s huge. nothing anyone can say will change my mind. out of this entire boy band group, this man packs the most. even his in game model has been proven to have such a fat cock that his bulge can literally be seen from behind???

it can tear you apart! hell, maybe it could make you bleed if he’s a touch too rough with you. but we all know that’s secretly what he would love to see... his bloodthirst might extend to intercourse too.

despite this, of course he would make sure your comfortable with his size first and would adjust accordingly in normal circumstances. he’s aware of how big he is and doesn’t want to make you feel genuine pain. maybe in other circumstances where he needs to take out his frustrations, he might not be so considerate...

if you gently touch or lick the veins that travel on the underside of his cock he goes a little feral! his veins are his weakness, just imagine the shaky moans he lets out as you tease him by tracing your finger along those veins... god help me

i believe in size kink foul legacy childe supremacy... his cock is already above average in size when he’s his normal self, but when he transforms you often tremble in borderline fear wondering how he could fit inside you. it’s mind boggling how the size difference is humanly possible.

(un?)fortunately, he can’t keep this form up for very long but rest assured he loves seeing the look on your face when he fucks you silly on such a fat cock, even if it’s just for mere moments.

that being said, expect childe to be super cocky about his size. his ego swells whenever you swoon over how big he is and he’s definitely the type of person to use this to his advantage by teasing and pushing your buttons.

zhongli

several sources have stated that rex lapis was able to change and alter his form freely... surely if zhongli could still do this even with his gnosis taken away, he would change his size to your preference if needed.

if you wanted his cock to rip you open, just say the word and he will do so accordingly. but if you’re feeling a little more mellow and wanted things to be gentle, he would gladly alter himself to be average size, or even smaller if you wanted.

but when i say he can alter his form, you best be sure that he can make it so he has two cocks at once. yes i believe in double cock zhongli supremacy... do with that information what you will.

since zhongli isn’t exactly human, his cock doesn’t exactly match that of a human’s either. in his most natural form without any changes being made, his cock is tougher and firmer than a normal human’s muscle. it doesn’t squish easy to the touch, but it’s not completely rock solid as you’d expect, which is quite ironic coming from a geo god.

you notice his veins on his cock, just like the rest of his body, are golden. they only actually show up when he’s reaching his climax where they’ll glow brighter if he’s getting closer to his orgasm. finally, with each pump of cum he lets out, these veins start pulsing with light until they eventually dim when he’s calming down from his high.

weird, huh?