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Just thinking about the TR boys who have a cute little dick...

Warnings : Humiliation, Footjob, Pegging, Blowjob, Ball Torture (I love cute men with small dicks--

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Mikey - He is so cute and sensitive :(. Getting hard with any stimulation from you and completely desperate for touch, his pathetic little dick just wanted to bury itself in your pussy, but he came just from feeling your slight squeeze-- When it is hard, its length reaches up to 7cm and when soft, it is imperceptible at 4cm, the tip is so pink and the rest is the same tone as your skin

When you gave him your first blowjob, it was humiliating to see him take it all in his mouth effortlessly, but it was worth it to be able to cum on your tongue once.. or better, cum four times in your mouth, it looked like you really enjoyed sucking his small cock.

And his balls then-!!! They are two cute and soft little balls, you almost felt bad squeezing them without mercy, but it seems that Mikey likes pain.🥴

Souya - This baby was so embarrassed, others always saw him with an angry face trying to intimidate, and here he is with a measly 6cm :'(, He literally came just from you pressing your foot into his groin under the table, crying into your chest in embarrassment afterwards.

Despite such a small length, he surprisingly had slightly larger balls, not that much, but already larger than Mikey's. It's embarrassing for him to admit that you sucking them is one off his favorite activity in bed.

And when you sit on his face letting him eat your pussy, you can see his hard cock without it barely making a bulge in your pants, so adorable!! 🥺

Chifuyu - Chifuyu was so surprised that you wanted to have sex with him even with his normally undesirable size, he understood when you appeared in the room with a strap-on around your waist- 🤭 (In favor of neglecting your cock so you can fill it to the brim, He's so small, you have a better and bigger toy)

Let him kneel at your feet and rub his pathetic length on your calf, he's only 6cm anyway, so it's not that complicated to fuck your foot, Chifuyu likes humiliation too much-

One particular day, you innocently decided to sit on your boyfriend's lap.. Yes, he's cumming so hard that it almost leaks out of his pants, But it's not his fault he could feel the heat of her pussy rubbing against him--

fell in love w ur Reiner nipple play Drabble… could we get more of that? Maybe with some nipple clamps (optional— attaching them to a chain and dragging him along). Lots of praise for him not cumming until you let him ❤️

warning: dom reader. gender neutral. nipple play. slight praising. thigh riding. i didnt really like how this turned out :/.

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reiner sat so still and so pretty waiting for your next move. his hands held behind his back and his knees are slightly bruise due to your ministrations.

"you did a very good job, baby." you cheered slightly, petting his head. almost as if he were a dog.

yet he lived for it.

an excited look sparkled in his eyes. he keeps his head bowed and bites his bruised lip, enjoying the tingle of pain it brought him.

"what should i do next?" you ask the trembling man. he grips onto his wrist even tighter, his nails digging into his skin. "should i play with you... here?"

a hiss is heard from him as you pull on the chain attached to the nipple clamps. "no?"

reiner gasps, he raises his head to look you in the eye. a look of desperation was all you needed from him.

he often had a neutral expression during these times. so, seeing him with puffy, teary eyes and drool running down his chin was a whole other level of pleasure.

"y-yes, please. i'm begging you!"

you snort lightly, pulling on the chains, pulling at his sensitive nipples. they were red and puffy from all the playing.

reiner didn't understand your pull was a command and continues to tremble. you pull harder this time, to the point the collar around his neck choked him and forced him to rise.

his eyes snap open and he slowly rising on shaky legs. he doesn't keep his whimpers at bay.

"if you get off on my thigh, i'll let you come."

you continue to yank at the chain, a shudder passes down his body. he places himself on your thigh, his entire body shaking from the stimulation.

"hurry, now." you rush out, out of breath.

he quickly lifts his hips up and grinds down on your thigh, mouth gaping at the pleasure. he gasps sharply as you pull at the nipple clamp - nearly pulling it off, but it hangs by the tip.

"you could probably lactate at this point." you smile at his dazed expression.

he leaks pre-cum at the thought.

"what a pretty thing," you coo, eyes trained on his face. "you're shaking so much - do you think you'll pass out from the pleasure?"

reiner wails, eyes burning. "yes, i'm gonna die..."

"isn't that a dream, puppy? wouldn't you like to die from pleasure?"

he nods rapidly, hips stuttering pathetically. "yeah? should i make your dream come true?"

reiner grips his wrists even tighter, surely blood would come leaking out any time soon.

his breathing gets rapid and shaky, he finds it hard to focus on one thing, his hips stopping abruptly.

you tilt your head, silently asking him whats wrong. reiner grits his teeth, "i n-need to come..."

your heart flutters. you quickly press a kiss to his tear stained cheek. "you're always such a good pet for me."

"i h-have?" his tongue hangs out, almost like an actual dog. his eyes begging for release.

"mhm." your eyes soften at the sight. "always such a good dog."

reiner pants heavily, he released his wrists and quickly wraps his arms around your neck, "then.. can- can i? please?"

"please what, pretty?"

"p-please... i need to come..."

"hmm..." you pretend to think about it, before placing a hand on his head, petting him gently and carassing him. "no."

reiner whines, the coil in his stomach disappears. his body shudders as your breath hits his neck.

"i want to bring your dreams to life."

...

fell in love w ur Reiner nipple play Drabble… could we get more of that? Maybe with some nipple clamps (optional— attaching them to a chain and dragging him along). Lots of praise for him not cumming until you let him ❤️

warning: dom reader. gender neutral. nipple play. slight praising. thigh riding. i didnt really like how this turned out :/.

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reiner sat so still and so pretty waiting for your next move. his hands held behind his back and his knees are slightly bruise due to your ministrations.

"you did a very good job, baby." you cheered slightly, petting his head. almost as if he were a dog.

yet he lived for it.

an excited look sparkled in his eyes. he keeps his head bowed and bites his bruised lip, enjoying the tingle of pain it brought him.

"what should i do next?" you ask the trembling man. he grips onto his wrist even tighter, his nails digging into his skin. "should i play with you... here?"

a hiss is heard from him as you pull on the chain attached to the nipple clamps. "no?"

reiner gasps, he raises his head to look you in the eye. a look of desperation was all you needed from him.

he often had a neutral expression during these times. so, seeing him with puffy, teary eyes and drool running down his chin was a whole other level of pleasure.

"y-yes, please. i'm begging you!"

you snort lightly, pulling on the chains, pulling at his sensitive nipples. they were red and puffy from all the playing.

reiner didn't understand your pull was a command and continues to tremble. you pull harder this time, to the point the collar around his neck choked him and forced him to rise.

his eyes snap open and he slowly rising on shaky legs. he doesn't keep his whimpers at bay.

"if you get off on my thigh, i'll let you come."

you continue to yank at the chain, a shudder passes down his body. he places himself on your thigh, his entire body shaking from the stimulation.

"hurry, now." you rush out, out of breath.

he quickly lifts his hips up and grinds down on your thigh, mouth gaping at the pleasure. he gasps sharply as you pull at the nipple clamp - nearly pulling it off, but it hangs by the tip.

"you could probably lactate at this point." you smile at his dazed expression.

he leaks pre-cum at the thought.

"what a pretty thing," you coo, eyes trained on his face. "you're shaking so much - do you think you'll pass out from the pleasure?"

reiner wails, eyes burning. "yes, i'm gonna die..."

"isn't that a dream, puppy? wouldn't you like to die from pleasure?"

he nods rapidly, hips stuttering pathetically. "yeah? should i make your dream come true?"

reiner grips his wrists even tighter, surely blood would come leaking out any time soon.

his breathing gets rapid and shaky, he finds it hard to focus on one thing, his hips stopping abruptly.

you tilt your head, silently asking him whats wrong. reiner grits his teeth, "i n-need to come..."

your heart flutters. you quickly press a kiss to his tear stained cheek. "you're always such a good pet for me."

"i h-have?" his tongue hangs out, almost like an actual dog. his eyes begging for release.

"mhm." your eyes soften at the sight. "always such a good dog."

reiner pants heavily, he released his wrists and quickly wraps his arms around your neck, "then.. can- can i? please?"

"please what, pretty?"

"p-please... i need to come..."

"hmm..." you pretend to think about it, before placing a hand on his head, petting him gently and carassing him. "no."

reiner whines, the coil in his stomach disappears. his body shudders as your breath hits his neck.

"i want to bring your dreams to life."

...

YOUR LOVE IS ALL I NEED... — headcanons

> author's note — im fucking sick in the head and all i can think about it jojos so you have to deal with it with me or else.... stone ocean was so * moans * > word count — i don't give a rats ass > featuring — narciso anastasia, weather report, enrico pucci and jotaro kujo > cw — NSFW CONTENT, lots of fucking, mentions of BDSM and knifeplay, sacrilege

all works belong to c-nstellati-ns ⓒ 2022. do not steal or repost. ask before translating.

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

NARCISO ANASUI — 🌸👣 "I love you... I've been dying to come here for you..."

easily the one of the sluttiest men you've ever met, like ever.

anasui's always looking for the nicest lingerie to wear, even if he's not even going out- the silks are simply a second skin he's extremely comfortable with.

he doesn't care that when he bends over, his new white panties flash you in that unbearably short skirt he insisted on wearing out with you.

he enjoys seeing your face twist up in anger- and pleasure, when he sits down on your lap and lets your hands wander over his stockings.

anasui likes playing innocent with you, despite how obvious he makes it sometimes... batting those pretty pink lashes at you while pouting about you not paying enough attention to him when you're speaking with someone else.

despite how much money he likes to spend on his clothing and lingerie, he doesn't mind at all if you start clawing and tearing holes into his expensive designer stockings if you plan on fucking him like a wild animal later on.

anasui is BIG on rough, rough sex- slap him till his pale ass turns red, choke him till he's on the verge on passing out, pull his hair because oh god it hurts so good.

he's such a crybaby about it too, his eyes welling up in tears as he moans like a bitch in heat when you start pounding him from behind.

i imagine he's into BDSM and knifeplay as well... his biggest fantasy is him being a stalker of yours and you get sick of his obsessive freak behaviour and you teach him a lesson.

anasui came so hard that particular session that he blacked out for a brief moment in time and when he woke up, he was shaking like a leaf, but still begging for more despite it all.

he particularly loves it when you edge him till his cock is all flushed pink and he's trembling, gripping the sheets

he can be quite the brat when he wants to be, especially if he goes into his possessive fits, so you have to put him in his place.

leaving anasui tied up in that pretty light pink rope that he likes with a vibrating dildo up his ass and a nice cockring and vibrator strapped to it while he's blindfolded? that's guaranteed to get him to shape up for you.

there are also times where anasui has to beg you to fuck him, using any method necessary- its even to the point where he'd be willing to embarrass himself for just a taste of your cock down his throat.

its so cute seeing him clinging onto you while humping your thighs and letting out those pretty little moans in your ear to get you riled up.

WEATHER REPORT — ☁️💦 "I'm going to be the one to kill Pucci. And after I kill him, kill me. Understand?"

the throat goat.

seriously, i can't stress this enough- his head game goes crazy.

he might not talk much at all, but wes can sure work his mouth to make sure he pleases you.

doesn't matter where you guys are at, if you ask wes to suck you off, he'll find a nice private secluded place to get on his knees and give you the blowjob of your fucking life.

he's on the quieter side of things when it comes to sex, but he makes up for it with how sensitive he is. the lightest touch to one of the soft spots on his body is bound to get him flushed red.

wes is a little more vanilla compared to other people, but he simply enjoys having you stay close as you thrust deep into him, he swears he can feel you up in his throat.

he's not much of a teaser, but some things he says gets you extremely hard, especially if its unintentional. he'd pull you close and whisper in your ear as he gently gropes your thigh:

"you're so big, so strong. you could crush me with these muscles and i'd thank you. i'm so lucky to have you, darling."

the couple spicy things wes enjoys is sensory deprivation, especially if he can't see you. he loves the feeling of your hands roaming his body while he's handcuffed and his cock twitches whenever you press your hands onto his chest and he can't do anything but lay there and take it.

he fucking loves when you come close to his ear and start whispering all these dirty things that you'll do to him.

he might have a voice kink, because hearing you growl orders at him, it goes straight to his cock and he adores it. he encourages you to keep whispering in his ear, he loves your voice.

wes sometimes likes to call you while you're at work just so he can hear your voice, cock in hand, it's hard for him to keep his whimpers in when you finally notice what he's up to.

you will always indulge your baby, so you do let him finish, just to hear his gasping moans and light groans when he finally finishes all over the sheets.

but of course, touching himself while you aren't there isn't allowed :( wes knows this and absolutely anticipates when you come home to punish him. it's the one rule he really can't follow, poor baby. when you get home, he's already in bed, all naked and ready for you, baby blue eyes not maintaining eye contact as he says:

"'m sorry i couldn't wait for you... but i wanna make it up to you, right here, right now."

ENRICO PUCCI — 📀🕊 "In the name of God, I will smite you!"

DEFINITELY a repressed homophobic homosexual.

i mean, look at him... there's no way his libido isnt through the fucking roof despite the sworn celibacy promise he made.

when pucci met you, it was extremely difficult to get work done... all he could think about was how you would look like on top of him.

the first time you both had sex, the chaplain insisted that you only thighfucked him because it isn't sin if it doesn't go in, right? he thought splurging a bit would satisfy his lust but... it doesn't.

it's gone so far to the point where pucci has even bought himself some sex toys to test on himself, just so he could get you out of his mind.

he's definitely moaning out your name while he fucks himself with the dildo he got, but it can't satisfy him like you do... he wants so much more than this. he's embarrassed to admit, but he definitely has a rope of rosary bead themed anal beads somewhere in his collection.

pucci thinks he can handle you, but by god's name, he about passed out the moment your cock finally bottomed out in that pretty tight ass of his.

to think he was a virgin after all these years, despite how beautiful he was- it was delicious watching all that work be thrown into the trash as you hit his prostate over and over again and he simply can't control how loud he's being anymore.

101% into manhandling. pucci wants to feel you force him into a mating press or full nelson and absolutely ruin his cunt, over and over again.

he's a bit of a pillow princess as well, he just enjoys laying back and having you completely wreck his shit.

he prays to god every day for his forgiveness for how his lust has taken over his body and mind, but he just can't help the way he feels when you press up against him from behind, grabbing his hips roughly and grinding.

pucci simply becomes sex crazed because of all of this. he can't go more than two or three days without feeling your touch or else he'll go fucking insane.

its to the point where he's entirely willing to have you spread him in half over his podium in the church and struggle to keep his shaking legs up as he attempts for the fifth time to recite the highlighted verse in his bible.

but at this point, he can't read it with how he's drooling all over the pages and panting for you to go harder- faster, till he can't feel his legs anymore.

pucci's also into rough, rough sex... he loves examining the bruises and markings on his skin a day after just to see your palms permanently engraved onto his hips. he does get pretty loud so,,, gag time.

JOTARO KUJO —🐬⭐ "Gimme a break..."

our favourite dilf ever. god. he's so sexy.

jotaro is a little on the older side compared to you, but that doesn't change the fact that you want him CARNALLY. and romantically.

he's definitely the type of guy you would assume is more dominant in his relationships, but its quite the opposite behind closed doors.

jotaro only wants to be taken care of by you, whether that be you bring him breakfast in bed on a lazy saturday morning or when you trap him in a closet and eat him out then and there because you guys would rather be anywhere else.

he isn't as buff as he used to be when he was in egypt, so he's a little softer on the edges now, but you cannot give a single fuck because by god, those tits are going to be sucked one way or another.

jotaro's favourite thing is when you bite and suck at his inner thighs, it makes him lose his mind in a certain way that he can't place his finger on,,, it leaves him all flushed and shaking, clenching those thighs around your head and effectively crushing you.

ABSOLUTELY has a daddy kink, it goes both ways but god, when you lean in and bite his earlobe as you whisper in his ear:

"does that feel good, daddy? you're doing so good f'me, you can cum if you want."

it takes all his will to not cream his pants then and there because he wants to cum with you but also make you proud of him for holding out so long.

jotaro's probably also a pillow princess, because again, he wants to be taken care of. he loves the idea of just laying back and relaxing as you ravage the hell out of him. you have to make sure not to leave any visible hickeys behind to avoid any awkward situations but he wants you to leave as many as you can.

while he may be on the quieter side, i like to think, he's the type to tear up and cry silently in pure ecstasy. he can't handle how good he's feeling so he grips the sheets tight and silently sobs into the pillows as you grip and bruise his pretty hips.

i imagine jotaro's favourite position is having you face to face with him so he can kiss you while you fuck him through his orgasms. he's so affectionate and needy while in subspace, you gotta shower him in praise and love while you fuck his brains out, y'know?

he might have a bit of a breeding kink if i'm being honest- he's already a father, but the thought of getting knocked up from getting stuffed to the brim over and over again is enough get him going for rounds on end.

face sitting is a must. eating jotaro's ass is a daily task that must be done, no matter what. he's afraid of hurting you but that thought quickly gets thrown out the window when you start devouring him completely and he can do nothing but shake and beg for you to slow down a bit.

he loves grinding down onto your face and hearing all those lewd wet sounds, it only adds to the intensity and he fucking loves it. so much so, that he can barely focus on the throbbing cock in front of his face…

> NOW PLAYING — all i need, lloyd...

[Transcription: Saw your tags on that need to impregnate a man post. Firstly I'd like to volunteer Draken, he's got them tig ol' bitties for a reason. Secondly, even if Kisaki could never get pregnant hes deserves to be bred at all times, like fill him up and then plug his holes so he can walk around all nice and stuffed with come. End transcription]

I definitely see Draken with a breeding kink. He strikes me as a family man, so the thought of getting pumped full of cum and having your kids? Delicious~

Kisaki with a little belly bulge though- 👀 He has trouble walking after being filled and filled and filled and filled and filled and fi-

Rubbing your hand on his belly while you're rutting into his pussy or his ass, telling him that he's your perfect little wife and jerking his pretty cock/massaging his pretty clit UGH- Who said that 😳

PEGGING

love - hate relationship.

theres tears in his eyes and his face covered from your view when you're already so deep inside him, if you hold his arms down and away from his face he might cry :(. he seems to enjoy it despite his protests of 'i don't like!', and 'slow down!'. he'd rather die than to admit he likes it.

:: ZACK LEE, samuel seo, jace park, ryuhei kuroda, yuseong, eugene.

in love with the idea.

oh, he loves it. not ashamed one bit. if he's late or knows he did something wrong, he gets really giddy – 'punishment time...' or 'please be my favorite one, please please!' goes through his head. he isn't ashamed to look at his friends and say, 'hopefully [name] doesn't go too rough on me again.' all this with a huge smile that contradicts his words. as if that's exactly what he wants.

:: vasco, sinu han, jake kim, goo kim, daniel park.

meh.

isn't a big deal for him. he doesn't hate it but he also doesn't like it. it's more like he'll do it if it makes you happy and he'll enjoy it if you seem like you're having fun. he does enjoy when you touch his cock at the same time though!

:: james lee, warren chae, johan seong, eli jang, xiaolong, gun park, hudson ahn.

After seeing the pegging headcannon, now im curious about facesitting lol.

begging on his knees for you to use him.

he loves giving, especially when it makes you feel good. he's moaning and babbling incoherent speeches, fingers gripping at you thighs to pull you futher down. grind on his face, pull on his hair – anything. just use him, use him, use him. it's all he wants. he could probably cum untouched too!

:: hudson ahn, daniel park, james lee, goo kim, johan seong, eli jang, jake kim.

a huge slut for receiving it.

despite his cries and hips stuttering and bucking down on your tongue, just keep him still with whatever strength you have. he'll probably die of embarrassment if you stop right before he comes, whining to you.

:: yuseong, eugene, ryuhei kuroda, zack lee (i think i just like bullying him), samuel seo.

a mix of the two above.

he likes when you're sitting on his face though whenever you need to relieve stress, lapping up at every single spot, using his nose to help you out. then, he becomes very meek when you offer to do the same to him, quickly denying out of fear of choking you. 'you won't be able to breathe!' he says, 'i'm too heavy!' even though he really, really wants it. (-_-)

:: jace park, warren chae, gun park, xiaolong, vasco, sinu han, daniel park.

LOOKISM

⋆ — bunny boy .ᐟ ﹙daniel park﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

bunny boy!daniel who cheers up with a single kiss on the cheek, his puffy tail wagging in excitement as he turns his head to get a kiss on his lips too.

bunny boy!daniel who burns up when you decide to play with his sensitive ears, rubbing away at the softness of his ears, hitting all his favorite spots.

bunny boy!daniel who can't hold himself back from humping at your thigh, hands grabbing ahold of your shoulders, whimpers and breathy moans filling the room all because you decided to play with his ears.

bunny boy!daniel whose cock jumps and leaks all over himself when your finger trails down his back and to his twitching tail.

bunny boy!daniel can't contain his cute little cries of pleasure when your warm and wet tongue meets his perky nipple.

the bunny boy who can not understand why he feels certain ways towards you is now the very same one who become an animal underneath your body – growling, wailing, scratching at you.

he's your very cute, cute bunny boy :3

LOOKISM

⋆ — twt links w/ .ᐟ ﹙various﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. , dom reader , & nsfw .

characters:: daniel park, goo kim, hudson ahn, zack lee, jake kim & yuseong.

⌯ DANIEL PARK !

(one). Cute little danny gets so weak when you lock him up. he feels so dirty knowing he isn't suppose to come, yet he's so turned on by your touch. everytime your hands play with his locked up cock he's crying out, thighs shaking uncontrollably, or when you spank him just for the fun of it.

(two). "Just a few more." you taunt him by rubbing at the red marks left by your whip. he chokes on his moans, hips bucking away from your hands, sobbing out for you to be more gentle.

⌯ GOO KIM !

(one). It's no surprise on how whiney he is. especially when he gets horny, even being out in public.

"touch me, (name)."

he has no shame.

of course, he always regrets doing this when he's tied up and helpless. always moaning out apologies he doesn't mean. always sobbing when you deny his pleasure, always being so whiney, it gets on your nerves.

⌯ HUDSON AHN !

(one). To have such a strong man begging for you with every single once of strength left in his abused body is a true confidence boost.

to just sit around and watch him crumble is so satisfying. until he's crying and shaking, and trying to fight the urge to come. his teary eyes rolling up and his hair tousled and messy. not like his usual self.

⌯ ZACK LEE !

(one). "You know I don't like bad boys, zack." you cup his face, gently kissing his forehead — quite the contrary of what you're doing to him. his throat feels sore from the amount of times he's screamed at your slaps. he shook away your hands, crying out loud when you slap his cock once again.

(two). "Wanna say something to me?" he nods rapidly, you hum as a sign to allow him to speak. you hear a gulp from him and watch his adam apple move as he tries to push out his voice.

"...s-sorry!" zack squeaks out, practically panting out his words. "m'sorry! m'very sorryy!!"

⌯ JAKE KIM !

(one). With the amount of times jake has teased you, only a few ended up with him actually having a punishment. and boy, was he excited but now, he's getting a tinge of regret.

you can be so cruel when you want to be.

your thighs tighten around his head when he stopped moving his tongue, you giggle and quickly lift your hips to let him gulp down as much air as he can before planting yourself down on his face.

he pulls at the restraints on his wrist.

he tries to please you as you simultaneously grind down on his tongue and slap his cock. his body jolts with each smack, groans getting louder than before.

you're so, so very cruel.

⌯ YUSEONG !

(one). A lot of people may be surprised with how much of a baby really is. he wants you to hold him when you're touching him, giving him all the praise in the world, even when you torture the stronger twin. his cries ring in your ears, drool slipping past his lips as you toy his his sensitive hole.

"what a good boy." you coo at him, causing him to mewl softly, his face turning a darker shade of pink everytime.

How did samuel goo and gun's first time taking from their back go?

⌯ SAMUEL !

he had thoughts before it happened. sometimes he'd let the water hit the floor as he sits in that very shower.

he's finger deep inside himself, exploring these new places with his bottom lip between his teeth to prevent noises from slipping out.

i bet he'd fantasize about someone taking him from behind. doesn't matter if you were a stranger or if he knew you, he just wants to know the feeling of someone being balls deep inside him.

and when it did happen, he was left speechless.

“you’re so loose...” you praised him. he knits his eyebrows together and pushes back against your fingers. “do you like this?”

samuel grunts, “wouldn't be here if i don’t.”

his fingers are gripping your forearms, his legs wrapped tightly against your hips. this man wouldn't let you go.

he clung to you like a koala. it's cute.

when you slipped inside, with ease might I add, samuel held you tight, head resting against your shoulder. not a single peep left him, you wondered if he felt good.

soon enough, samuel had managed to push you down, riding you himself.

holy shit, holy shit!

it feels so good.

samuel isn't exactly the most confident but he just knows he has the best riding game in the whole city thanks to you.

⌯ GUN ft. goo !

gun... never would've thought he'd be in this position. as far as he recalls, the women he's slept with usually had him take charge. he has no experience of ever being the one with no complete control but he absolutely loves it.

“did i take your virginity here?”

gun would not admit it. he told you he had experience, it was just a little white lie. it happens when he gets nervous.

that is also something he didn't want to admit to.

he felt intimidated when he saw the size of you. (be it a strap or the real thing.)

“you sure it'll fit?”

you snicker, “it should.”

he deadpans. not even you knew. you prop him on a pillow, ass up and face down. he froze when the tip presses against his hole.

“i've played with you quite a lot.”

i think he'd be very tight, so you will have to train his body; you'd start with the easiest — your lubed-covered finger, then two. when he finally took three, his abs flexed and he tries his hardest to not curl into a ball.

later on, after weeks of abusing his asshole, you managed to place a buttplug inside him.

he'd walk, sit, and even fight with it in him. he wouldn't make a single noise or protest when the plug pokes at his prostate. he'd sit there and take it like a man.

when it finally came to the moment, he may have seemed confident to you but inside he was nervous.

the second you slid him, the air was knocked out of his lungs, he inhaled sharply, trying to stay calm.

i think he likes how intense it feels.

the burn, the stretching. he loves it all.

so, the summarize gun's first time taking it from behind in one word... intimidated. anyone would be.

but him being intimidated is what made him love it.

he's always smiling through the pleasure.

i also love the idea of you often having goo holding his arms down as he (goo) watches you please his friend.

sometimes he whines, paying close attention to the way you disappear inside him and the outline of your cock appears in gun's stomach.

goo stomps his feet like a child throwing a fit. "i can take it better than him!"

goo doesn't have to look into gun's eyes to know he was glaring, he felt the killing intent radiating off him.

"s-shush."

Pleated. Sub!Jay Hong x Reader

Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, 18+, 1500+ words

⚠️Warnings: Explicit language, smut, biting, praise, teasing, pegging, strap use, spanking, eating release, reader is implied to be female but there are no parts mentioned, aged up Jay, handjobs, dom/sub dynamics, one and done, no aftercare bc I ain’t write that far, author is an amateur, Sub!Jay

Synopsis: You and Jay make use of the free time between classes

Spoiler Synopsis: Jay wears a skirt to school so you peg him on campus.

Curious eyes find their way across the class, lingering on the habitual resident of that corner. Whispers go through the room, subject circling back to one detail nobody could disregard.

Jay Hong is wearing a skirt today.

As a paragon of expensive and high class fashion, it came as a bit of a shock to his classmates. He hears them discussing his clothing choice, a pleated blue miniskirt, paired with a blazer and button up, along with thigh high socks and high top sneakers.

Curiously, he doesn’t acknowledge the attention. His focus is on the notebook in front of him. Hearts were scrawled across the open page, accompanied by a series of little doodles of how he thought this operation would play out. Of how he hoped it would. He squeezes his legs together, growing aroused at the thought of his fantasies coming true.

By the time the bell rings and signals free period, he has a raging hard-on to hide under his A-line.

Navigating from his class to yours was second nature to him. Upon reaching the door, he searches for you amongst the baking department students.

Seeing no sign of you, he turns around, just in time to see your mouth drop open at the sight of him. You falter and drop the box you were carrying, various supplies for your baking department. He quickly leans and catches it, lips curling into a smile at the sight of you.

"T-thanks, Jay." You swallow hard, giving him another once over, eyes lingering at the subtle squish of his thighs at the meeting of his sock hems. "Wow, you really went all out."

He nods sheepishly, pink dusting his cheeks.

You chuckle lowly. "I'm going to absolutely ravage you."

The moan Jay lets out is unscripted, and catches both of you off guard. His blush deepens and his head tilts in an effort to hide behind his bangs.

You cock an eyebrow teasingly before smirking at him. "Nothing wrong with being eager, sweetie. But please, let me wine and dine you before I fuck senseless. It's the principle of the matter."

He nods, if only to save himself the embarrassment, and you lead him into your baking department class.

It's utter chaos inside, as students rush about completing various dishes simultaneously during the free period.

You ushered Jay to your designated spot in the room, and told him to set the box down on a desk. He obliged, and you squeezed his arm.

"I'm almost finished here, so you can take a seat and I'll feed you in a moment."

Jay obediently took a seat, watching you hustle around the classroom to finish your dishes.

After a few moments, you finished and placed a large ceramic bowl of food in front of him. "I made veggies and tteokbokki!" Usually there were only baked goods available in the baking department, but you had since convinced the head to branch out to other forms of cooking.

Jay grins delightedly at the sight of your dish. You always put so much work into your cooking, to see that effort go into making something special for him made his heart swell.

You pull up a chair in front of him, sliding your legs underneath the desk with his. You sandwich his right leg intimately between yours, not surprisingly, immediately feeling his solid member brush against you. He feels it too, evident from the way his head jerks back and body shudders.

"Relax, baby," you coo at him, removing utensils from your pocket. You pick up a sizable amount of food with a spoon and bring it up to your lips, blowing gently. Satisfied with the temperature, you hold it up to Jay's lips, and he eagerly cleans the utensil. "Is it good?"

He nods with no hesitation and then opens his mouth for the next bite. This time after sliding the spoon from his mouth, you move it back to your own and make a show of licking off his saliva. He watches, mouth agape, and you feel his member throb against your leg. He whines.

You pretend not to notice and continue feeding him like this, bite after bite, the odd sultry act in between, meticulously until the bowl is clean and he's full and sated but absolutely starving in a different manner.

"Now," you begin, biting your lip to hold back a moan. Watching him squirm from arousal was having just as much of an affect on you. "I think it's time for dessert, don't you?"

He nods very excitedly, hand dropping beneath the desk to cup his aching member through his skirt.

"I'm thinking of a place. Bathroom might work but not if people are constantly walking in." You do an exaggerated thinking pose, glancing mischievously at Jay. "I couldn't bear to have to share how delicious you are with others."

Jay whines impatiently. You were teasing him again, he was sure of it. He didn't think he'd last much longer without your hands on his cock. He stands up suddenly, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the baking department. You make sure to grab your bag before exiting.

"Oh, Jay, did you have a place in mind?"

He nods, and continues leading you through the university. You end up at the door to some abandoned faculty lounge. It's unlocked and he takes you right in, leading you through the sitting area straight to the bathroom.

There's two stalls, and a large vanity mirror in front of a sink and countertop.

"Oh this is nice, good thinking, Jay," you nod approvingly, earning a blush from the blond. Then suddenly, without warning, you shove him roughly so that he’s bending over the counter. "Now, ass up, baby boy."

You receive an excited whimper in return.

"This skirt is so hot, you know that? And you're not wearing anything underneath, either? Christ Almighty." You bend down to nip at his thighs, eliciting a moan. "Just giving me easy access to all of this, very dangerous." You lick his skin, sucking gently at it. "These socks are so sexy, fuck." You lift his skirt up and give his ass a nice firm slap, watching it jiggle freely from the force. "So hot."

He moans, body language practically begging you to continue. Time to step it up. You lean forward and force your fingers into his mouth, lubricating them with his saliva. "Okay, now...be a good boy for me." You move your fingers beneath his skirt and tease at his hole, easing them in one at a time. He jerks into the counter, bucking his hips. You begin pumping your fingers slowly. He whines so beautifully in response to the stimulation, you press a kiss lovingly against his back. God, he was so cute. His cock is cute too, all erect against his abdomen and forcing his skirt up.

With your other hand, you reach over and remove your strap from your bag, grinning when you catch his shocked face in the mirror. "Oh, this? You've been such a good boy, you deserve it."

It's faint but he's tensing up, body shaking in anticipation. Still, he has the biggest grin on his face. You don't stop pumping your fingers, but you do move the strap in front of Jay's mouth. "Suck this off for me, baby?"

He obliges, tonguing around the silicone before taking it in his mouth and piping it down a few times. It's nice and wet in seconds, as he'd been drooling from the foreplay. You take it back and stop fingering him so that you can use both hands to quickly fashion it around yourself.

You move your hips forward, parting his cheeks to press the artificial member to his slit. With your hands now freed you thread your fingers into his hair, pulling his head back and eliciting a gasp. Your other hand wraps around his eager cock, slowly jerking him off and simultaneously pressing him back against your strap.

He could have come just like that, and you're positive he would have if you didn't discourage him from doing so with a hard bite of his ear. Knowing better than to ignore your nonverbal warnings, his dick remains hard in between your fingers, pulsing with need.

Your first thrust into him is gentle, so as to give him time to adjust to you. You kiss his shoulder when he takes it without complaint. You thrust again, and again until you have a nice steady rhythm. The sound of your thighs smacking against his ass is countered in volume only by his moans, which are a mix between pleasure and painful cries.

"That's it, nice and full. You're taking this so well, baby boy.”

It's too much, his hands and face are on the counter, he's clawing at the ceramic, panting and slobbering against the surface. He taps the counter urgently, which meant he was about to come. You pick up the pace, moving your hips and your hand faster.

He climaxes into your hand, shuddering against you. You stop thrusting as you feel his body go weak. You pull out, removing your strap and setting it aside. As for clean up, you make sure he's watching you in the mirror as you run your tongue meticulously over your hand. You wrap your other arm around his waist, squeezing him against you affectionately. "Mm, good boy."

bunny boy!jake kim headcanons

characters: jake kim, gn!reader warnings: there is both sfw and nsfw a/n: - i literally wrote half of this on a plane running on coffee haha - this is my first time writing something like this :) - feedback is appreciated!

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bunny boy!jake who can’t help the tiny smile on his face the moment he gets you all to himself. his arms wrap around your body and he buries himself in the crook of your collarbone. your scent is so soft that bunny boy!jake can’t help but bury his face in your skin and take in a deep inhale.

bunny boy!jake who can’t help the bright beams whenever you bring home his favorite cake flavor. the tiny cake slice plated on his dining table may seem insignificant to the average citizen of seoul, but for bunny boy!jake? he's literally hopping on his feet, beaming as bright as sunshine before glomping at you. he's squealing out rapid 'thank you' before sprinting to grab utensils, not noticing how quick his cute bunny tail is twitching.

bunny boy!jake who can't help but blush when some of big deal eye him with curiosity. but he can't really say anything because of his current position - in your arms as you carry him bridal-style. his arms are around your neck and he buries his blushing face in your chest because there were so many eyes on him. bunny boy!jake playfully nips at you to let him down but the tightening of his arms around you suggests the opposite.

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bunny boy!jake who shudders and lets out high-pitched whines at your every touch. his eyes roll back, his cute little tongue peeking out as he pants. his hands are clenching onto the bedsheets as he lets out little squeaks and moans of pleasure.

bunny boy!jake who lets out small whimpers as you eat him out. his pussy is just so addictive that you can't help but throw his trembling legs over your shoulders and bury your face in his warmth. your tongue makes lewd, almost pornographic, noises as you lap up more of his sweetness. his face is bright red and he didn’t dare to look you in the eye. but the twitching of his ears already gives away his oversensitivity.

bunny boy!jake who rides you like there’s no tomorrow. his cute butt jiggles as he goes up and down and you can’t help but groan at the sight of his pussy swallowing every inch of your cock. bunny boy!jake who can only let out whines as he nears his orgasm, hands fisting on your chest as he whimpers a small ‘can I cum, please?~’

bunny boy!jake who can’t even open his eyes after his first intensive orgasm. he lies on his back, legs still shaking from the intensity of it all, and his eyes unfocused and blurry.

Slashers reaction when their s/o catches them without mask for the first time? Pls and thank you!

s/o catches their slashers without a mask

awww yes!! i must give happy endings to all of these 😭🫶

warnings: extra short bc daddy bo doesn’t wear a mask 🥲💗

thomas hewitt:

He feels guilty

He wasn’t careful and now he’s scarred you from letting you see his scarred face. He’s ashamed he couldn’t keep you from himself 😭❤️‍🩹

And in a way it feels invasive. He feels like he’s been seen naked, and he quickly looks away with the feeling of embarrassment and shame fills him💔

He goes to leave, quickly entering the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

after about a minute of refusing to look at himself in the mirror, he hears gentle breath coming from the other side of the oak wood door.

his better half, asking if he’s okay. that it looked like he saw a ghost, and then laughing. then telling him that you miss him. and that, “by the way, you’re beautiful.”

he starts to cry, smiling, and looks into the mirror at the face that they said was beautiful. 💗💗

jason vorhees:

jason isn’t really self aware like thomas is. he isn’t one to worry about what he looks like anymore 🤗

i mean, he does worry that you won’t find him attractive, but it’s not to the point where he will refuse to ever let you see him with his mask off!

the first time was when he was down by the lake, sitting down washing a trap that had flesh still inside, minding his own💞 he had taken off his mask to breathe freely the lake air.

he had thought you’d been asleep for a long time, inside the cabin. and he had been so threaded in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the door open.

“hi jason” your voice rang out sweetly, slightly caught off guard because his mask was off but nontheless wanting to greet him🫶

he says nothing (obv), but instead of giving you his long soft glance like he usually does, he looks away, and down, almost trying to hide his face as he grows stiff

you grow slightly deflated, but your love for him seems to intensify, and you can’t stop the words before they come out, “you have beautiful eyes.”

jason’s eyes flicker to you, then back to the ground, then pats the ground beside him for you to keep him company 💕💕🥺

michael myers:

this guy is the literally opposite of thomas he does not care at all😭 he is literally so not self aware at all

he likes his mask but sometimes the thing gets real smelly so he has to throw it in dishsoap water yk 🥲

then you come around the corner he’s like “oh hey y/n” literally nothing off about what’s being seen atm 😃😂💞

you TRY to play it cool but at the same time you’re like fangirling over seeing your hot smexy murderer husband without a mask for the first time 💕😇

but at the same time like he probably sleeps without the mask on so i’m assuming y’all sleep separate until now 🥲

if not then you see it so early into the relationship like it’ll be no big deal 😇💕

bo sinclair:

boy doesn’t wear a mask, his face is too hot and sexy to be contained 😍

vincent sinclair:

absolutely horrified. he doesn’t even like being alone without his mask on that much.

has literally considered waxing the actual mask to his face permanently😕❤️‍🩹

he just was repairing it— he got too close to a radiator on accident and needed to repair it. then his baby walked in🥺

hears the door open and IMMEDIATELY flinches away. he knows you caught a glimpse, and he’s terrified, and mortified.

he’s breathing deeply, frozen, stiff, like one of his sculptures. you on the other hand are concerned. 🥹

“darl? is everything okay my love?” you call out softly, so not to startle him💞 he doesn’t answer, and doesn’t move.

“i went looking for some petrol, i knew you wanted some for your art. it’s in the shed.” he noticed that you never called his statues “sculptures” or “wax dolls” like bo always did. you called them “art” 💝💞

“honey you don’t have to hide from me. i will always respect your privacy, i will never ask you to show me your face. but you will never have to hide from me because i love all of you.” 🥹💗

you say this to him and he softens like the wax on his mask. it was within the next few days that he’d rather throw it into the fire than melt it into his skin forever 💞💞

can u do a spin-off with dom male x connor kent from the wally fanfic !! also i love ur writing sm u feed the male community so well 🫶🏼

Conner Kent/Kon-El x kryptonian male reader

I am literally so sorry its taken me so fucking long to write this request, tumblr has been a whole mess with my inbox and regularly doesn’t show requests and sometimes does show them, tumblr also likes eating my requests for some reason.

Reader has a human name and a kryptonian name, so I just picked one for him since it isn’t super important.

Conner Kent and (Y/N), Kon-El and Tor-Kez. A clone and a full blooded kryptonian. You had come to earth from another universe that had ended, and your parents had hoped you would live a happy life somewhere else, so you were dumped in this one. In the beginning many had been cautious of you, because you were young and too powerful, when you joined Young Justice, you had rivalled Superman himself in strength, and they had only grown as you aged.

Jor-Els AI had explained you were of a higher caste of kryptonian, the Kez clan known for their power and beauty. Conner had always felt lacking standing by your side, as he was nothing but a clone that Kal-El seemed to want nothing to do with. The Kez clan hadn’t shared the same opinion on clones as the rest of krypton, so in the beginning you had tried to befriend Conner and teach him about your shared heritage.

You had been young when you were sent away, so you had never learned much about compatibility, or the draw one felt when they found their perfect half. The two of you both felt drawn to one another, a deep need to be around each other ringing deeply in your chests and very souls. But Conner dealt with a lot of anger, and your relationship became short and snippy as you both butted heads quite a lot. It was like watching two young male lions snapping at each other and trying to lay claim on an area as their own.

As years passed you and Conner didn’t grow closer, though the want in your chest growing from just a need to be near each other to a deep gut warming lust. Your first wet dream was about Conner, and Conners mind always went to you when he was pleasuring himself. You were both addicted to the others scent, regularly stealing clothes and dirty laundry. You regularly showed off to each other during missions or training, like a pair of peacocks showing off their feathers in hopes of attracting a mate. It was Megan who made this observation to your teammates, which then ended up becoming a regular thing they said, that you two were peacocking again.

It was late when you returned from a solo mission, having been sent on it alone as you were strong enough to complete it without issue. You could hear that all your teammates were asleep, or most were, it seemed like Conner was still awake and his heartbeat was raised, but you just scoffed and tried not to think about why his heartrate was higher in the middle of the night. It was harder than you liked to admit to force away the images of Conner pleasuring himself and calling out your name.

As you neared the locker room to clean up and change, a scent caught your nose and the want in your chest grew stronger, lust immediately pooling in your gut. It was the most delicious thing you had ever smelt, lust and musk filling your senses and leading you like a dog on a leash. As you entered the locker room you saw what had drawn you like a man under a spell.

There was Conner, naked as the day he was taken out of his pod, seated on one of the benches you regularly found in locker rooms like this one. He seemed completely lost in his own world as he almost desperately jerked his hard cock, the action created loud slick noises as his hips jolted off the wood of the bench and up into his fist. In his other hand he was holding something to his face, huffing it like it was a drug he needed to live.

You were able to clear your want filled brain enough to look closer at what he was holding, and it finally clicked when you recognized the colours. It was a pair of your boxers, the very pair you had thrown into the wash the other day. The want in your chest seemed to unfurl like a flower, heat pooling in your gut as the crotch of your hero suit grew extremely uncomfortable.

A deep rumble echoed from your chest, your hands digging into the doorway enough to leave finger sized indents as you started panting through your mouth, trying your hardest to taste the way Conners scent had filled the room. Conners head snapped in your direction, his pupils blown wide and hair a mess. The hand around his cock hadn’t stopped moving, he actually seemed to tighten his grip and quicken it as he noticed you looking.

Conner made a rumble in return to your own, his own kryptonian wants seeming to overpower him the same way it had you. He keened loudly as you were upon him like a wild beast, picking him up like he weighed nothing and slamming him up against the lockers, which creaked loudly and dented under your shared weight. Your lips met in a wild wet display, tongues clashing and teeth biting. He gave some fight for dominance, but as you grabbed his ass and spread him open so you could grind your still clothed cock against his hole the fight seemed to melt right out of you.

It was hard to tell how long you stood there humping each other, spit dribbling down your chins and covering Conners pecs and making them shiny and oh so enticing. Unable to resist you disconnected the kiss and attached your lips to his nipples, sucking at them like a starving baby finally given milk. His back arched and his thighs spread open wide, his weight only held by the grip you had on his ass. You couldn’t tell what language either of you were speaking, if it was English, kryptonian or something third, but he begged and keened for you. The want and need for each other was maddening, for it wasn’t just lust but something much deeper, so deep it felt like your souls were grasping at the other and intertwining.

Conner was soon thrown over the bench, his chest meets the wood, though he didn’t have much time to complain about your connection disappearing as you quickly found your mouth upon his hole. The noises Conner made couldn’t be classified as human, loud keens and purrs coming from deep in his chest, from an organ human didn’t possess, his hands gripping the bench hand enough to snap off part of the wood.

The crotch of your suit is soaked as you drip large amounts of precum in your briefs, your tongue running wet circles around Conners hole and burying itself in the tight pucker, spit running down the clone’s taint and down his balls. Conner can’t help but reach back and grab your hair, looking over his shoulder and arching his back at the sight you make, so deeply taken with eating him out and spreading him open.

A puddle of precum gathers under you as Conners length drips like a faucet, even without either of you touching it he feels like he’s about to burst. And he does when you sink two fingers inside him, Conner letting out a loud wail as he spills all over the floor, the puddle between his legs growing even larger and messier.

A loud pleased growl rings from your chest, the scent of your partner being satisfied only making you feel hotter, the want in your chest brightening even further. Quickly finishing in stretching Conner you scamper to your feet, not even feeling patient enough to take your suit off in the way it meant too. The sound of ripping fabric is heard as you tear your suit from the neck and down, the material catching around your knees as you push it down.

Conner moans as the smell of your musk and lust hits him, his hard length giving a spurt of arousal as his need for you grows even stronger, he wants you in every way, be it love and lust. Grabbing your length around the base you lead it to his hole, shivering in anticipation as you push it inside, groaning from deeply in your chest as the feeling of rightness fills you at being with Conner like this. The man under you moans, his eyes rolling back as he pushes his hips back to get you in further.

It takes a while for you to bottom out seeing as you are kryptonian, it means you are very big in a way that would make it hard for anyone to take you, but not Conner, its like he’s made for you. Your balls rest against his taint and Conner looks over his shoulder at you, his face flushed and sweaty in a way you wouldn’t normally see on a kryptonian.

Leaning down you place your hands on either side of him, digging your fingers into the bench to grip, and start thrusting. Had it been any other time you two might have thought of staying quiet, but the feeling of perfect and right that connects you being like this muffles the world around you. Your lips meet in a wet kiss as your hips speed up, the bench creaking in complaint at your powerful movements.

You both cum like this, Conner spilling even more on the floor as you fill him up until its dripping out of him, and mutually you moan loud enough it wouldn’t be a surprise if it woke all your teammates. But neither of you could care, as a bond between you snaps in place, new heat washing through the two of you as you flip Conner over, his legs wrapping around your waist and his arms wrapping around your neck as you start thrusting anew, loud slick noises filling the locker room once more as you use your own spend to ease the process.

Neither of you could tell exactly how long you were at it, as kryptonian libido is no joke. All you knew was that at some point the bench broke under your combined super strength, the lockers were dented beyond saving from doing it up against them, and the wall had finger shaped holes from where Conner had grasped at it as you filled him again and again.

You were both a shaking mess as the heat finally seemed to dim, leaving only a deep love thrumming between you. The two of you found yourselves on the floor, Conner cuddled up in your arms as you kissed and purred at each other, the want in your chests seeming more settled than ever before, it felt like everything was as it should be. Conner had asked if this meant you were boyfriends now, and you just chuckled and told him you sure hoped so. He only had time to jump on you and kiss you in joy at the knowledge you were together, when you both heard a loud shriek and sound of disgust.

Glancing at the door to the locker room you only just caught glimpse of Wally speeding away, and you soon heard him crying out in disgust to the rest of the team that you two had turned it into some kind of kryptonian mating dungeon. You both flushed with embarrassment, sharing one last love filled kiss before you quickly got to cleaning up as best as you could, though there wasn’t much you could do about the damage. It would take some explaining to do, but you hoped to avoid talk about just what you two had been up too, from Conners snickering you knew he thought the same, the knowledge would probably scar your teammates.

The small amount of Conner/ Kon-el x male reader fics is sadden.

You know how Conner is half kryptoniton? Seeing your headcanons for Kryptonition's, what if Conner figures out that he loves the reader's scent and not really knowing why, so timidly starts stealing like a hoodie or two from the reader.

Bonus points: the reader already knows why, because he is responsible for being the historian for the alien cultures on earth.

Conner Kent/Kon-El x male reader

Headcanons

This is my fav Conner gif btw

You are so right about the lack of Kon x male reader content, it saddens me sometimes.

-          I have always had the headcanon that scents and alike are important in kryptonian society, that in ancient times it was used more than speech at times. Like communicating intention, feeling or the likes.

-          Its not used as much in modern time, though scents still play a pretty important part when it comes to finding a likely partner, or just scenting stuff that you own or good friends.

-          Conner isn’t as extremely affected by the likes of scents and wants that a full blooded kryptonian might, but he still is effected by it to some extent, so when he notices your scent makes his chest rumble and makes him feel jittery all over he’s confused at first.

-          He has very little knowledge about kryptonian biology at the time, and it also took him a while to realize no one could actually hear his purring. He later learns its because kryptonians purr as a frequency very few can hear, so he doesn’t have to worry about embarrassing himself.

-          The pull in his chest isn’t as powerful as a full blooded kryptonian, but he is still extremely drawn to you and wants to be around you at all times if he can get away with it.

 -          The first hoodie he steals is an accident, some laundry had been mixed up and your hoodie ended up in his things on accident. Now, he was gonna give it back, but that pull in his chest wanted to keep it.

-          He thought you might not notice a missing hoodie, so he kept it. Kon would go around wearing it in his room or when he was alone, even as your scent faded from the fabric over time, just knowing it was yours made him purr.

-          As time went on, he got a little more bold, stealing more of your laundry or even stealing one of the blankets. He had gotten his hands on the blanket during a sleepover where a lot of your mutual friends, titans and alike had holed up in the living room to watch movies all night.

-          He took your blanket “on accident” and brought it back to his room where he spread it on his bed and rubbed against it like an over excited puppy.

-          Kon might even have started to scent you without noticing, rubbing up against you or hugging you for longer periods of time.

 -          It was when Kon started truly scenting you that you realized what was happening. Clark had allowed you to the fortress of solitude where you learned a lot about kryptonian history and biology.

-          The information had of course been passed on to Kon as well so he could learn about it, but he didn’t seem to notice anything he was doing. Even after you two became official he didn’t notice how he was hoarding all your clothes and blankets.

-          At some point you end up semi moved into Conners room because he already has all your stuff in there. He also uses you two dating as an excuse to be close to you all the time. Expect many cuddle piles and many kisses.

-          Based on his kryptonian urges he will also be bringing you food or other offerings and gifts. You have a shelf for all the trinkets he brings you, there’s a lot of cool rocks on that shelf.

-          Conner would want you to wear his leather jacket, because it looks cute on you but also because he wants you to wear it as a claim or to show you are taken.

-          All in all he’s a sweetie who tries his best, so kudos to you for bagging him as a boyfriend, even though he steals your favorite clothes and hides them under his bed.

Snice Conner/ Kon-el is half Kryptoniton, would some of your Hcs still count?

Like Conner would be affected by sent too?

If that's so, can we get a Conner x Reader (He/Him) ?

I think it would be great if Conner had a crush on the reader, he might try to steal some of reader's sweaters/ hoodies without thinking. So to poke back the reader steals one of Conner's favorite shirts, the reader having a mischievous smile when he sees how flustered Conner is, to have the Reader smelling like him.

You can keep this fluff, or make it a little NSFT, I'll let you decide!

Conner Kent x male reader

Headcanons

(Ive run out of young justice conner gifs, so have this titans one instead)

Always hype to write about my kryptonian headcanons

-          Conner wouldn’t realize what he was doing in the beginning, stealing your stuff like he did. It would just be a deep urge of his, to smell like you or have your scent close to him.

-          So little by little as you two hang out, he would just bring some of your hoodies or sweaters back to his room, resorting to even wearing them every now and then.

-          You would most likely realize before Conner himself, seeing as he isn’t as subtle as he thinks he is when he borrows some of your stuff, especially when he doesn’t give it pack and it just ends up on a big pile on his bed.

-          So, when you start stealing shirts and hoodies back, that primal part of Conners brain immediately is awake, hyper focused on you. He especially gets antsy when you walk around wearing his clothes, smelling like him.

-          He starts chuffing and purring at a frequency only other kryptonians can hear, that feral part of his mind so pleased that you are wearing his scent and smelling like him. It makes him want to pull you into his arms and never let go.

 -          You two keep up this game for a while, swapping clothes back and forth without ever actually saying anything. And it only makes that part of Conners brain go a little extra wild. Especially when he one day catches you going around in one of his t-shirts and just a pair of boxers.

-          At some point he realizes you gotta be doing this on purpose, as you smirk and snicker at his flustered reactions. It makes him growl at the frequency normal people cant hear, feeling something in his chest about being teased that way.

-          It makes him want to mark his territory, but he feels embarrassed about wanting to smother you even more in his scent and even mark you as his. So, you’ll most likely have to take the step in that direction.

-          But when you get the ball rolling there’s no end to it, expect so many hugs and so much scenting, expect him to suck hickeys all over your body and lick you all over, especially in areas that gather a lot of your smell.

-          You’ll also have to learn to live with just how excited smelling your scent or musk can be for him, though it probably comes as a surprise to the both of you the first time he has an orgasm just huffing your armpit.

 -          After that time you both start experimenting a bit more, seeing if its just your scent or something else. This resorts to Conner wearing even more of your clothes, and at this point your wardrobes have just been completely mixed.

-          No one is surprised to see you two wear the others clothes, and no one is surprised to see Conner rubbing his face all over your neck, or to see hickeys and bitemarks all over your torso in the locker room.

-          Be prepared for the kryptonian libido, there is no mercy when you really get Conner going. You will be seeing God and wrung dry like an empty Juicebox, and he still wont be satiated.

-          That’s when its good to have some of your workout clothes or shirts you’ve worn all day laying around, as it helps Conner get off on his own as you catch a break so you can feel your legs again. It isn’t half bad watching him ride his toys with your shirt against this nose either, it really does something to your ego.

-          Afterwards you always cuddle, and Conner purrs even louder even though you cant hear it. He’s told you about it at some point, so you can feel its there in spirit. He’s like a space heater when you cuddle, so you never have to worry about being cold. It’s a nightmare during the summer though.

ALL BLUE + SANJI

late night confessions with sanji!!

warnings: part of fluff month, sanji being sanji, alcohol use (reader and sanji) + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

you and sanji had an habit of drinking together. whenever he found a bottle of wine that you both like, he would invite you to drink with him after everyone went to sleep – mostly because you both know that zoro would want to drink the entire bottle if he saw it.

that night, sanji looked specially stressed. after he poured the first glass to you, he basically drank the rest of the wine all by himself, sighing and zooning out more times than you could count.

"sanji, what's wrong?" you finally asked, making his baby blue eyes go wide and focus on you. "you seem off."

he looked away from you and, after some seconds quiet (you assumed that he was deciding on telling you the truth or not), he nodded; he crossed his arms on the kitchen table and rested his forehead against them, hiding his face.

"do you really love me?" he suddenly asked, making your eyebrows instantly furrow. "like... really really love me?"

you got up from your seat and pulled the cair to sit next to him. resting your cheek on his shoulder, you started to murmur, "yeah, of course i do. even if you're a pervert, you're still very lovable, sanji." you pressed a light kiss on his head. "i really really really love you."

he looked at you, his eyes shining with tears. your hand came to cup his rosy cheek, your thumb softly caressed his cheekbone. while his eyes blinked sleepily, his tongue came out to wet his lips before he said "i wan' to see the all blue with you. if you can`t be there, i dun` wanna see it."

you chuckled and brushed out strands of his blonde hair from his face. "oh, yeah?" he nodded and you hugged him, almost dropping the man from his own chair. "we will see the all blue together! it's a promise!"

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I would like to run my hands up under Vincent's sweater. My cold hands stinging his burning skin, I wanna hear his breath catch in his throat. Feeling him eyeing me from behind his mask, curious as to what I'm thinking. He doesn't stop me, he's savoring the skin on skin as much as he can.

Please please please more dead dove thoughs on brahms, maybe him with breast feeding kink pleaseeeeeeeee

Brahms very quickly becomes obsessed with his new nanny's tits

Even before they're aware that he's not a doll.

Sneaks into their room when they're asleep and lifts their shirt just to look at them. His mouth waters as he resists the urge to latch onto a nipple.

After they've learned of his presence, and accepts being with him. Brahms tries so hard to get under their shirt

He's so whiny and needy and begs to drink. Even when they tell him they don't have any milk, he insists.

He starts asking to nurse several times a day and it devolves into him just going to his nanny and pulling at their shirt.

Brahms likes to have them cradle him in their lap and fist his cock as he nurses.

He's so desperate and needy and will start to call them mommy after a while. Begging for mommy to let him cum, or to let him nurse.

Headcanons for Vincent, Thomas, Brahms, Michael Myers with an s/o who is really good at riding them, like riding them to oblivion till they can’t think right

Vincent Sinclair

Loves when his darling is on top, he gets to watch his beautiful work of art use him like a toy.

His hands grip their hips, and he rolls his own in rhythm with their movements.

Dark hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, his mouth hangs open. His mask was discarded long ago, he looks immaculate in the low light of his workshop.

His breathing is heavy and his moans are strangled. He's trying to keep quiet so he can hear his lover, their groans and sighs.

Vincent loves the way they feel when they bounce on his cock, he thinks he's died and gone to heaven.

Brahms Heelshire

He's such a sub it's not even funny. He begged his lover to make him feel good before bed and they happily obliged.

He doesn't regret asking for this, but he knows he's gonna get fucked stupid.

They're bouncing on his cock, tight little hole squeezing around him deliciously.

Brahms moans loudly, and his hands wander their body. Groping and grabbing the soft skin. He begs for more, tears forming in his eyes.

His beloved smirks down at him, his mind melting the more they rock their hips. He doesn't want it to stop, yet at the same time he needs to cum.

Thomas Hewitt

He's very much a giver. Whatever his lover wants they will get.

He protested being laid on his back only because he wants to make sure his beloved is getting as much pleasure as he is.

Tommy is convinced that they're enjoying themselves as well when he sees the way they look down at him.

Their hips rolling, their tight hole squeezing his fat cock just right. His mask was discarded, and he was flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears.

Low grunts rumbled in his chest, his cock throbbed as his darling bounced. They looked like a work of art above him.

Michael Myers

Selfish. That's the best word to describe him in bed. When his beloved climbed over him he remained completely still.

If they wanted to fuck themselves on his cock, they can have at it. He's tired, he won't help, not unless they cum before he does.

His nonchalant attitude melts away within minutes, his lover bounced along his shaft. The tip of his cock hit something delicious inside them and he nearly lost it.

Heavy pants emanated from behind his mask. He was losing himself, watching as they use him like a fuck toy. Their tight hole milking him for all he's worth.

Hey can I request ran or rindou as a Camboy? (Anything is rlly fine with me :) thanks

🕸Pairing: Ran × M!Reader, Rindou × M!Reader.

🕸Words: 800+

🕸CW/TW: camboy!au, teasing, pet names, dressing up, vibrator, sex on camera.

Ran. 

Oh, fuck... He's just a little brat, there are zero other words. The most depraved bitch that can exist. He's willing to do almost anything just to satisfy his ego. 

Viewers may get the impression that he is the dominant bottom, but he is not. He's just an absolutely teasing bitch, until he gets what he wants, he won't give up. 

Money. He won't do anything if they don't give him as much as he asked for. Did he ask for 1000? Did they give him 999? Don't expect anything. 

Perhaps one of the very good models. That is, damn it... Have you seen him? He can even spread his legs beautifully. And to untie his braids, it will be incredibly sexy anyway. 

- What is it, my dears? Want to see more? Well, since you've been so kind to me, then keep the reward. - his legs slowly spread apart, just as slowly exposing his dripping cock and gorgeous ass, his hips gently lie down on the sheets, and his hand returns to his cock. 

He doesn't like to show you and probably never will. Why? He becomes the complete opposite of himself when he's with you. He doesn't want to destroy his image. But they definitely know about you, why? 

- Oh? Are you wondering where these hickeys come from? - he runs his hand gently over his neck. - They have been since yesterday. Well, more precisely nights, hehe. 

And they also saw your hands once, yes. 

-Ah, I'm going to die now... he sighs, panting from the orgasm. - How many have there been already? And how many will be... 

He gasps in surprise, feeling your hand on his forehead. And then on the hair, when you gently stroke them, and then pull away. 

- Idiot. - he chuckles, straightening his already disheveled hair. 

Hell, if you ever want to see him in a suit. It doesn't matter which one. He will definitely wear it, if, of course, he is well paid. But if he suddenly finds out that you like a certain costume much more than others, it will only be yours and his, no one else except Rindou will know about it. 

- Are you serious? - you ask, feeling the arms around your neck. 

- I want you to fuck me, I'm in your favorite. - he walks around you, standing in front of you and damn it...

- Whatever you say. - he giggles, immediately moaning, feeling your hands on his body. 

Rindou.

Oh, my God. Sweet baby, I'm serious. The complete opposite of his brother. He's soft and very sensitive Ran too, but he's so precious. 

Very moaning, although he usually hides his sounds by biting his lips and doing everything slowly enough to control himself. 

He doesn't care too much about money, he will fulfill almost any request within his capabilities. But only if you ask him well. 

Inexperienced in this topic, that is, he has been doing this for quite some time, but still... He just hasn't tried much, and it's not particularly interesting to try something alone. 

- Mgm... Damn, damn, damn! - very quiet moans come from his mouth while his head is thrown up, his hands tightly grip the bases of his dick as he whines from loss of pleasure. - It's not as good as I imagined... 

That's why you're a frequent guest on his streams. Do they want something new? Your name is already echoing around the apartment, and then... 

-Are you sure it's going to be good? - his voice trembles slightly when he sees a small vibrator in your hands.

- I'll clean it right away, if you don't like it, don't worry. - you gently press it to his tip, causing loud moans that he no longer holds back. 

Well, he's a little timid, so I don't think he'd wear a costume on camera, for you maybe, but for them it's unlikely. But for something small (like stockings, maybe some underwear, etc.) he agrees. 

- Awkward, are you sure it suits me? - he runs his hand over his legs, which are wearing stockings of a delicate blue color. - Well, it's a little weird, but if you like...

For you:

- M/N, it's embarrassing, idiot...

- Come on, it suits you, you know? - you run your hand over his leg, stroking the fabric of something. 

-You're an idiot anyway. Forcing a man to wear such a thing... 

-A sexy man, baby. - he just snorts, giving up.

Hi~ can i get some hc for camboy!chifuyu pls??

Pairing: Chifuyu × M!Reader.

 Words: 600+.

 CW/TW: teasing, light body praising, pet names (kitty 1 time), dressing up, cat(?).

  He's just great. The perfect combination of looseness and modesty, my God. He's ready to go all out, but he'll be embarrassed, just wow.

  No one doubts his role. He is an ordinary sub, not very obedient, not very bad. It's all great, but he is a little teasing, I think.

  As for money, I'm not sure. Of course they play an important role for him, because this is his job after all. But he needs not so much money as similar experience.

  Excellent figure, boys and persons, excellent figure. Have you seen the official art where he is topless? He's just... But he's a little confused as to why others like his figure, yes.

-Ah? Do you need me to take off my shirt again? Just a second... - he pulls off his shirt with a few quick, but light movements, leaving himself completely naked. His cheeks are reddening more from this, but he still spreads his legs, continuing his work.

  Well, speaking of gorgeous you... You're not a frequent visitor, but not rare either. You can even say there is a schedule (let's say there are 5 streams, but you only appear on 1 out of 5). Just for the sake of not spoiling the audience with such spectacles.

  -M-m/n, too much..! - his hand clings to your shoulder as his head tilts back in pleasure.   You smirk lightly as you kiss his neck, continuing your thrusts as he whimpers in intense pleasure all over his body.   -But you like it, kitty. - he nodded aggressively and howled slightly, which indicates agreement.

  Suits... Fuck, just picture him in some sexy suit you like and tell him he's not great. He's just superb and he knows it, damn it..

-Like? - he says, circling slightly in front of the camera, showing the fabric on him. - I suit that color, right? Of course it's suiting.

  And another random headcanon, dear ones. Peak-J somehow came to the stream ... Just imagine.

His hand convulsively grips the sheet underneath him as your head kisses his neck, occasionally nibbling at the soft skin. He moans from your slow and deep thrusts right into his sweet spot. But then there is a meow, and then a scream.   - Are you scared of the cat? - you ask, feeling him press against your chest.   -I feel awkward. - you snort, as a result of which you are easily beaten in the chest. - Drive him away, please.   - God, the cat seems to care that you are naked and that you are being fucked.   -M/n! - he pouts, wrapping himself in a blanket, completely forgetting about the included camera.

Camboy kazutora perhaps? I feel like he'd be a whiny bottom!

Pairing: Camboy!Kazutora × M!Reader.

Words: 500+.

CW/TW: praise, dressing up, pet names, pleas, overexcitation, mention of hair pulling.

Such a cutie, God... He's incredible. He's just a small, whiny kitten, very cute, loud and obedient (almost always). And he is also very sensitive and in most cases loves overexcitation for this reason. The more he cums, the much better. 

- Ah! D-damn, what orgasm is this? The fifth? O-oh my God... - his back falls on the mattress and on the pillows behind him, taking into account his lower part, covered with sperm. 

His hips are shaking even when they are lying on the bed. Cum drips onto the sheet, creating a mess. There are a lot of vibrators around him, especially small ones. But after a few seconds, he immediately rises on trembling hands, grabbing a random vibrator and turning it on. 

His popularity probably rose because of his curiosity and, obviously, his beautiful voice. He is ready to try a lot at least once to see if this or that thing excites him more. And, of course, his high-pitched voice breaking when he begs the chat to cum. 

Hm, it also probably happened because of his cute body. Well, that is, he has a great figure. A fairly thin waist, moderately thick hips, a nice dick and ass. And, of course, his long hair, which many would like to pull. 

As I mentioned earlier, he is very obedient. He constantly begs to cum and won't do it without permission. And also, perhaps, he likes to be called a kitten or a kitty. 

- A-ah, mhm, d-damn, damn, dammmn, I b-beg, pwwease, let me finish! Let me, I've been such a good boy, pwwease, pwwease, pwweeeease! - he whines, and even though his eyes are rolled back, he weakly watches the chat. 

And he lets out a moan of pleasure when the chat is filled with messages, such as: "Come on, kitten," "Come on, kitty," "Finish off your gorgeous little body," "I want to pull his hair."

Most likely, the audience will never know about your existence. He doesn't want to involve you in this activity. You're just for him. Although it's a bit unfair from this point of view, right? But, if he still wants to see if he will experience more pleasure from sex on camera than from jerking off or a fake dick...

- M/n, so deep, ah..! - he moans when his head rests on your shoulder and his hand wraps around your bicep. 

His naked torso is now open to the audience and the sight of you lifting his body up and down on your cock makes others want to do the same with him. The sight of his excited face gives unprecedented pleasure to others. 

- Kitten, I can go even deeper, you know. - you whisper, biting his neck, which makes him whine. - Let's make you come like a good boy, and then we'll do whatever you want.

He nods aggressively, after a few seconds, spilling cum on his abs and chest. You gently kiss his neck while he whines, squeezing your cock. 

Well, he won't show you after this time. Pain in his legs and thighs after sex is enough for him already, and then add streams? I won't say that he would mind repeating it, because he liked it, but... 

- So why don't we do it again if you liked it? -y ou ask, fingering the strands of his hair. 

-M/n, I'm becoming different with you, I don't want others to see it. - he blushes a little. 

- Oh, you don't want to upset me, kitty? How sweet. - you squeeze him in your arms, from which he groans with displeasure, but smiles slightly. 

Good. Now imagine him in that cat underwear and tell him he's not sexy. He's sexy. It'll suit him so damn well. 

He sits down, spreading his legs, showing a black tail with a blonde tip like his hair. He wears black ears on his head. And the body is wearing black underwear in the style of a kitty.

- Wow, do you like it? I don't know... I like. It is quite convenient. - he whispers, scratching his chest. 

He loves having sex with you after his stream. He is especially sensitive, already prepared. And what could be better than getting a real dick after all these toys, right? 

- You were moaning so loudly, kitten, do you know? I just couldn't wait for you to finish. - you whisper, squeezing his hips, making him whimper. 

- I tried to finish faster, you know I wouldn't miss it. - he presses into your groin harder, trying to make your thrusts deeper. 

Maybe once he forgot to turn off the stream.

Imagine ruining a married women's pussy so well that her own husbands cock can't even satisfy her. Whenever her husband is out working, she would call you to pound the daylights out of her. Her slutty moans filling the room as you continued to thrust into her pussy, she lets out a whine as she came around your cock for the nth time. But she just didn't want to stop. The pleasure you brought was so addicting, you were a drug that she never wanted to stop using. You were- you were-

"S-So GOOOD~!" She continued to spew out load moans, she let out 'uh's' every time you bottomed out inside her cunt. She could feel your labored breaths down her neck as you continued pounding into her. She never wanted this to end. She wanted you to stay inside her forever. She wanted you drive your dick deep inside her womb and breed her. She wanted your babies. She wanted YOU. She wanted you so fucking badly.

Your pounding became faster and faster, the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin along with her whorish cries made it impossible to focus on anything else. "Fuck. Your cunt is so tight. You're that desperate to keep me inside you? You love having another man that isn't your husband fucking your pussy?" She yells out, "Yes! Oh yes! You're so much bigger, so much better! You're so- so- ah! ah!" She grips onto your arms tightly, her body bouncing along with your thrusts. She could feel your chest brush against hers, she could feel every vein on your dick engraving themselves in her velvety walls. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed your cum inside her. She didn't give a damn if she became pregnant. She didn't gave a damn if she ruined her married. She didn't give a single damn at all, except for you. Only you.

"Please, please cum inside me! Fill me to the brim! I need your warmth! I need it! Please pleaseplease- OH~!" She grabbed the sheets with one hand while the other held onto your arm as she braced herself, your cock drilled into her hole erratically. Her mind became blank as she let you use her body as you pleased. This pace lasted for a few more minutes until you thrusted harshly into her one last time and let the knot inside you break. Ropes after ropes of warm cum overflowing inside her. Her vision was blinded in a bright white, as she let out a mewl as she also reached her orgasm. She had never came so hard in her life. Her tiny cunt was holding in too much than it could handle as your mixed releases began spilling out. She whimpered as her pussy weakly clamped around you as a sad attempt to try to keep your cum inside her. You shushed her and told her, "Don't fret baby, i'll keep fucking you for as long as you want, until this pretty pussy of yours is used up and filled to the brim."

She looked up at you with blissful eyes as her legs tightened around your waist, "promise?" she whispered, you held her hips with such a gentleness that no one has ever treated her in a long time. "promise." you said with a grin. you gently thrusted into her a few more times, she moaned softly as her breaths became more labored again. she held your face to bring you down for a heated kiss.

until...

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"

ah. her husband. she guessed you two had been fucking for so long you lost track of time. oh well, she was going to ask for a divorce soon anyway.

putting kisaki in his place

kisaki is a little too bratty for your liking, so you fuck it out of him

characters: kisaki x m!reader

wordcount: 1.7k

type/genre: one-shot, smut

cw/tw: m!dom!top!reader, sub!bottom!kisaki, petnames (towards kisaki), blindfold, bondage, gag, manhandling, brat taming, spanking, humiliation, praise, dacryphilia, anal fingering & sex, creampie, reader is kinda mean but kisaki’s very into it, slight overstimulation, (implied) aftercare

notes: i wanna put him & ryusei in their place and make them all submissive and putty in my hands so bad help

kisaki’s sitting on the bed before you, already stripped naked, with his arms secured tightly behind his back. you’ve stuffed his mouth with a gag. his glasses are on the nightstand, replaced with a satin blindfold over his eyes.

,,turn around. head down, ass up’’, you command, smirking as you look at his fce. he shakes his head, glaring at you as best he can with his eyes hidden behind the black fabric.

but that’s not really a problem as you grab him by his hair and force his face into the bedsheets. you get a hold of his hips, turning him around so he’s kneeling in front of you, facing away.

,,count.’’ is the only warning he gets before your hand meets his ass cheek. he tries to say something, probably a number or a complain, but it’s muffled by the gag in his mouth.

,,huh? i didn’t quite hear you there, baby’’, you explain, dragging out your words. they drip with sarcasm. you wait for him to attempt to say something again, but he doesn’t, keeps quiet instead.

,,well. you didn’t start counting yet, so i’ll just have to repeat this until you do.’’ you smirk. kisaki tries to speak up, but you’ve already slapped him again before he can get out any noises. you can make out muffled sounds coming from him, trying his best to form a coherent sentence with his mouth stuffed.

,,you want me to remove the gag, darling? ah, but that would be so sad. look at how much you’re enjoying this!’’ you reach around his hips to get a hold of his hard cock at the base and slowly stroke up and down a few times, smearing the pre-cum he’s been leaking all over it after reaching his tip.

,,look how hard you are. you’re so boring, do you really want to get rid of the gag already?’’, you ask, fake pout on your face. quickly, kisaki nods. you comply, reach for the clasp on the back of his head that secures the gag. you open it, let the toy fall onto the bed as he looks up. you grab it and lay it to the side.

kisaki’s panting. ,,finally!’’, he breathes out in a low voice, ,,you fucking bitch.’’ leftover spit runs down his cheek and pools into the wet puddle under his face. he’s already so messy.

your initial reaction to his words is putting the gag back in his mouth, but you decide against it. it would ruin your little counting game anyway. instead, you just sit and wait in silence, not doing anything. you’re waiting until kisaki starts wiggling his hips, groaning. you know that he’s anxious, not knowing what to expect because he can’t see you, and you’re awfully quiet.

silently, you raise your hand. slap, it lands on his ass, where there’s a red area forming because you’ve hit him three times now. kisaki swallows a pained moan and huffs.

,,count. it really shouldn’t be a problem now that your mouth is empty, no?’’, you repeat.

,,...one’’, he hisses, and hides his face in the bedsheets. this is so embarassing for him.

,,see, i knew even a stupid little bitch like you could do that!’’, you exclaim. gently, you brush your index finger along the red mark on his skin, lightly tracing its shape. you raise your hand again, this time prepared to slap his other ass cheek. slap, your palm meets his skin.

,,two..’’, he murmurs. you decide to let the fact that it’s so quiet slide this once.

,,good. let’s get all the way to ten, hm?’’ you lean down, gently pressing a kiss to one of the many visible vertebrae of his spine. kisaki shudders under your touch, not used to the affection at all.

you pull away, slapping his ass again. he quietly hisses. ,,three...’’, he says.

nothing interesting happens after the next few spanks. while trying not to make any other noises, kisaki correctly counts them all. four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

he only whispers ,,ten....’’. you’ve already allowed him a mistake, but another is too much.

,,what did you just say? i couldn’t hear, speak up!’’, you say, slapping him again.

,,ten!’’, he calls, panting.

you gently brush your fingers against the skin you’ve just slap, touching it ever so slightly without any pressure. ,,good boy’’, you murmur, leaning down to one of his ears.

beside you, there lays a bottle of lube which you now grab. you pop it open, squeeze a good amount onto your hands. while leaving gentle kisses on kisaki’s neck, you circle his rim teasingly, refusing to push in just yet.

he starts trying to move back against your hand, but you grip his hips and stop his movements. ,,no’’, you scold, ,,if you want me to do something else, you have to beg.’’

kisaki groans, but stops trying to move. he shivers under your touch as you press more kisses to his nape, panting quietly.

,,touch me’’, he breaths out.

,,i’m already touching you, honey, that’s not specific enough.’’

,,...fuck me’’, he mutters.

,,i told you to beg, not to command, tetta. isn’t that easy for a slut like you?’’, you explain, still not changing your movements.

he hisses, and you can see a tear running down his cheek. you’re truly breaking his pride.

,,c’mon, tetta, beg for me. beg for me to fuck you with my fingers.’’ you know that he gets weak for you saying his first name, so that’s exactly what you do.

,,..please’’, he whispers under his breath.

,,there you go. what a nicely trained whore you are’’, you coo, finally pushing one of your fingers in.

kisaki’s thighs tremble, quiet moans escaping him. he’s always so sensitive, especially with a blindfold on. you take your sweet time to push in and out, slowly loosening him up.

,,not... not enough’’, he mumbles, rubbing his face on the bedsheets because he can’t keep still anymore but you won’t let him move his hips.

you decide to be nice for once and push in the second finger after waiting for a bit. now, you properly scissor him open.

still, he’s not satisfied. ,,m-more..’’, he begs, and after a short pause, adds, ,,please?’’

you pause your movements, making him whine and hiss out in pain. the desire to come is nearly too much for him already. ,,more of what?’’, you ask, acting as if you have no clue what he’s talking about.

frustrated, kisaki groans. ,,fuck me. with your... your cock’’, he whispers, more tears streaming down his face. his last words are nearly too quiet to understand, but you still accept them. it’s kisaki, after all. maybe, one day, he’ll be more compliant, but that’s still in the far future.

,,good, tetta, that’s it’’, you praise, pulling out your fingers and grabbing the lube again to squeeze some more onto your hand. you stroke your dick a few times, making sure it’s all slick. you line it up with his hole, leaning over him to place a hickey on his neck.

kisaki whines as you finally start pushing in, and a loud moan escapes him as you bottom out. he’s trembling even more than before, and his legs are giving out under him, only held up by your hands on his hips. he looks beautiful.

slowly, you pull out until only your tip is still inside him, then you snap your hips and push in to the hilt again. you continue with this rythm, pace getting faster and faster.

you decide to wrap a hand around kisaki’s cock while you’re still leaving hickeys on his neck. he’s leaking pre-cum like crazy, dick hard and twitching between your fingers. lazily, you begin to stroke it.

he’s a moaning mess, not able to hold back his noises anymore, whines and whimpers leaving his drooling mouth. his face is full of tears and spit, and his whole body is shivering, but you know just how much he enjoys this. he’s very embarassed about it, but he loves when you strip him of all his pride and power, only leaving a putty mess in your hands.

,,do you wanna come, tetta?’’, you ask against his neck, watching as he shivers under the touch of your breath. he frantically starts nodding.

,,what do we say when we want something?’’

,,p-please.. please....’’, he moans, voice shaky and higher pitched than usual.

,,good, tetta. then come for me’’, you say, pressing more kisses to his nape, sucking on it to leave yet another hickey.

a few more thrusts, and he’s coming all over your hand, back arching and moaning loudly. you fuck him through it, chasing your own orgasm.

kisaki starts whimpering. ,,too much, ’s too much...’’

,,hold on a little longer for me, tetta. i won’t take long’’, you assure him, letting go of his cock to better grab his hips.

you thrust once, twice, three times, until the heat inside your body is toppling over and you can feel your orgasm approaching. you slam into him one last time, starting to circle your hips while filling up his hole with your cum, fully seated inside. he whines.

as your orgasm stops, you start panting and slowly pull out of him. for a moment, you lay down beside him. ,,wait a minute, tetta, gotta calm down for a second...’’

after your short rest, you wipe your cum stained hand on the sheets, and reach forward to take off his blindfold. kisaki weakly opens his eyes, looking back at you with a faint smile on his lips.

you open the clasps on the binder that’s securing his arms on his back, gently pulling them out of the device, and placing it on the bed somewhere. kisaki lets himself fall down to the side, turning to lie on his back. you grab his cheeks, lean down to kiss him. it’s soft and slow, and you have to try hard not to smile into it.

,,you feeling okay?’’, you ask, checking up on him. you take one of his arms, and start to gently massage it. kisaki nods, and you continue to soften up his sore muscles as he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

hello! can i please request headcanons (not yandere) of enmu being all pouty because he'd like to cuddle, but the reader (female) is busy with other chores, and he keeps doing everything he can to get her attention? at the end the reader surrenders to his sweetness and enmu finally gets his cuddles

Enmu

It's kind of really amusing.

One of the most powerful demons lies on the floor and whines when you don't pay attention to him.

He is really loud.

Enmu would normally enjoy the mental suffering you give him.

But even a masochist like Enmu doesn't enjoy this.

He needs your love.

What other job would be so important?

He does not understand.

Let's hope that this chore doesn't involve something like other people.

Because a frustrated sadist is not a good thing.

Enmu really couldn't take out his frustrations on that other person.

And it would be painful.

If you still reject her needs, Enmu might start hugging you.

Maybe hug him back?

Maybe it's not good to let the situation go this far.

When Enmu gets a hug he is really happy.

It's a really long hug.

Enmu doesn't want to let go of you.

That hug just feels good.

The lesson of the story… If the Demon wants to hug you, you should say yes.

I wanted to ask for a imagine where the reader is stronger than yoriichi 😂

I just wanted to see how yoriichi would react to someone being stronger than him because you know he is always praised to be the strongest.

I feel like he would act like he wouldn't care much but would secretly admire the reader and try to get to know them better.😂✨

warnings - slight spoilers, if nothing else

Yoriichi with a Strong S/O | Headcanons

Strength doesn't faze him. He wouldn't feel hurt if his S/O was stronger than him. It's almost impossible to hurt his masculinity or wound his pride, he's so gentle

Yoriichi might even feel a sense of happiness once he realises his S/O is capable of taking care of themselves. He worries constantly for their safety

He's had a rough life. He's lost a lot of people, so it might bring him some peace of mind to know that his S/O doesn't need to be taken care of or fussed over

If you ask nicely enough, he'll spar with you, even though he's not really a fighter

If his S/O is a lot stronger than him, he'll take a backseat just to watch them

I'm sure Yoriichi would rather not have to fight ever, so he won't unless it's incredibly important

Despite their strength being nearly on par with one another, Yoriichi and his S/O are almost exact opposites

Yoriichi is strong because he has almost no fighting spirit in his body; his S/O is overflowing with it, entirely uncontained and unrestricted to their physical body. Their power extends outwards with their energy

He would admire their spirit and energy, though it's a little foreign to him. He doesn't get excited when fighting, not in the same way his S/O does

He's incredibly relieved that they're strong enough to take care of themselves. It means he can focus on the finer things that don't come with life as a demon slayer. It means he won't be driving himself into a corner, up a wall, and through hoops trying to keep them safe.

Could you do Gyomei Himejima the alphabet nsfw headcanons?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 

includes gn!reader and explicit sexual content 

a/n: thank you for requesting!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Absolutely worried. He knows his strength and even if you keep telling him you’re okay he’ll keep asking if you really are okay. He won’t leave the bed unless you ask him to get you something. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For himself, he likes his lap because he knows you love to sit there and use it for your own pleasure. 

For you, he likes your hands because it’s what you use to feel him. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Thick and he delivers a big load that gushes out of you when he pulls out. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s had fantasies of using you as a cocksleeve. His own personal cockwarmer. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a pretty low sexual drive and he’s always been afraid of initiating since he is huge. It’s most likely that you’d have more experience than him. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

He likes it when you ride him cause you can take things at your own pace. He can also press you closer to him so he can hear you better. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Never goofy. 

The closest thing to being goofy is him asking if you’re okay one time too many. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s a little bushy but he won’t mind shaving. He’d love for you to help him and he actually thinks that the act is a little intimate but he’s too shy to ask. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

You know what he likes? When you take his hand and press it against your face when you’re close. Kiss the palm of his hand, nuzzle it. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Rarely does it. Maybe around once or twice every few months. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s very new to it but he’d like to try having his hands bound behind his back. 

Nipple play. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Just in a private space. 

If you want to spice it up, he’d agree to do it in an onsen or in your bathtub. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Praise and demands definitely turn them on. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d agree to have himself in bondage but he’d prefer for you not to be. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He isn’t picky.

He actually wants to ask you to sit on his face. Just absolutely use his mouth while you tug on his hair. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Gentle, until he isn’t. It’s usually when he’s got pent up stress. His grip on you gets so tight that it bruises and his hips smack against yours so hard that the sound echoes in the room. 

He makes sure to say sorry afterwards. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Nope. When you do it, then you do it slow and he makes sure that you’re properly prepared. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Doesn’t take much risks. He’s even the type of guy to apologise to the neighbours about the “noise” last night. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Oh, he can go all night, but he doesn’t because he knows it tires you out. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t get them but he can see the appeal. Use nipple clamps on him. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He doesn’t think it’s unfair but there would be moments where you’re riding his lap and once you’re done you go down on your knees to give him oral but he denies you. He’s just more of a giver so hearing you moan and knowing you’ve gotten off because of him is good enough. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He isn’t loud and he actually makes it so that he isn’t. He muffles his voice by burying his face in your hair or biting down on your shoulder. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Can and will fuck you standing up. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

8-9 inches when erect. Bulbous tip. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty low sex drive. He takes note of special dates though like anniversaries or birthdays, so if you ask during those times you can be sure he’d say yes. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sleeps pretty soundly a few hours after you’ve fallen asleep. He kisses the top of your head and says goodnight before he falls asleep. 

jake being a little shit and reader taming him in the forest 🫶🏾

⠀⠀ humbling a brat.

pairing. jake sully x top male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. changed the format again a bit bc my lil meow meow is so hh also im adding titles bc

content. pre-established relationship, jake being a brat and a masochist, under-negotiated kinks, choking, spanking, fingering, overstimulation, degradation, praise, and a singular ‘sir’.

“didn’t know someone could be more hardheaded than me.” a laugh came from jake sully, who was smirking, showing off his fangs.

your ears would press flat against your head, eyebrows twitching out of frustration. you had transferred into your avatar recently after the war had ended, being one of the few humans that decided to stay on pandora, and are just now learning the na'vi language. even though you were doing better than expected, jake would tease you nonstop every time you slipped up. he seemed to completely ignore the fact you were doing much better than he had at first.

it annoyed you, even more than his typical bickering did. everyone could tell, neytiri sensing your increasing anger no matter how hard you tried to hide it. she thought he had taken it too far, considering how tense you became. but, you knew what he was trying to do, what game he was trying to play. you’ve dealt with him long enough to see through him.

he follows after you as neytiri provides guidance, teaching you whilst zoning out jakes taunts, something you couldn’t do. but, that was only because they were directed towards you. and with every comment, he’d brush past you, tail gliding against you whenever it could, taking every chance to touch you without a second thought.

he wanted something, that something being you. your attention. your eyes traveling his body. maybe, he was jealous of how you weren’t giving him an form of regard. your reactions were what he yearned for, and not receiving any in the last few hours was clearly something he could not allow.

so, as a result, he’d talk shit just to spite you. enrage you. make you give in to him. and surprisingly, he was successful. you were pissed off. it gave him such a thrill to see how worked up you were, glaring at him, eyes clouded with what he could only imagine was lust.

he never attempted to stop and think about if he should shut his mouth. not once. per usual, he didn’t think about the consequences to his actions.

you’d do something about that soon.

after your lesson with neytiri was over, without any hesitation, you brought jake out into the forest, where neither of you could be heard by other na'vi. hopefully.

“you really need to learn when to shut the hell up.” the sudden outburst made jakes ears twitch downward, yet he still kept that assured demeanor on display. “aw, did i hurt someone’s feelings?” it’s like he was incapable of taking anything, or anyone seriously.

“jake, i’m going to,” you were quickly interrupted, “to what? fight me? i doubt you could even land a punch. you’re still getting used to your body — i’m already settled into mine. you don’t know what you’re doing, i do.” he said more, he always does, but you just blocked him out. you focused on his face.

how his lips move, how wide his puppy eyes were, how even in this body you could still easily tell that he was your boyfriend. your annoying, overconfident, bratty, beautiful boyfriend.

you let him talk for a moment more, before running a hand up his slim waist. that made him pause, stumble over his words, ears fluttering with interest. you didn’t spare another glance towards his face, paying more attention to how his lower half swayed — as if on instinct.

“weren’t, weren’t you just mad at me?” his tone was less cocky now, yet his confidence didn’t falter. “still am.” you spoke, then suddenly shoved him against the nearest tree. he loses his footing, but fortunately doesn’t fall, grunting once his back hit the trunk.

your name was said, but you didn’t listen, rather pressing your palm against his adams apple and wrapping your fingers around his throat.

you didn’t squeeze, never dared to put more pressure onto his neck, but the mere presence of your hand there had him struggling to breathe. “what, are you doing?” his heart skips a beat as your fingers dance along where his jaw and neck connect. you had such an affect on him, and you haven’t done very much.

“you’re, a dick. you know that? so much so that i, want to push you against the dirt,” you leaned in closer, lips nearly touching his ears. “and fuck you raw.” his tail twitched, almost wagging at your words. he wanted just that, you both knew by then. and, you were going to give it to him — but in your own way.

he’d turn his head a bit, an attempt to look at you head on. it was difficult to do with the current position he was in, so you’d back up only slightly.

“what’s stopping you?” that’d set you off, amusement pulling at your lips before you pressed them against his. the kiss was nowhere near innocent, tongues clashing within seconds. that battle was won by you, his mouth submitting to yours, letting you do as you please. you like this side of him. so bratty until you confront him, a show off until you touch him, give him the treatment he wanted — he deserved.

you pulled away when you couldn’t breathe, both of you panting softly before you move your palm, one gripping his hair and the other on his hip. you rearranged this position, only pleased once his back was facing you, his cheek and hands pushed against the tree. rather rough, he thought you were, the situation uncomfortable for him. though, you didn’t really care at the moment, and honestly, he didn’t either.

he wanted to be used, that’s why he started this shit in the first place. you were so focused on something that wasn’t him, and he couldn’t tolerate it, not for long.

as he was lost in thought, you had slid his loincloth down those thighs, ones that you adored, exposing him for only you to see. it’s not like the thin piece of clothing hid much, anyway. you couldn’t see his dick, but you were sure it was hard, straining, yearning for release. that much was obvious when he whined, quietly demanding that you get on with it; as if he had any control over you or what you determine to do with him.

you almost laughed, jake trying his best to be dominant and at the same time deliberately showing off his ass, back arching and tail lifting. in his head, he still held some kind of authority, while his body presented itself to you.

you would shift his stance, spreading his legs further, then taking your middle and ring finger and placing them onto his bottom lip. at first, he didn’t exactly get the message, until he curiously opened his mouth and you shoved your fingers inside. he let out a low gag, then allowed his tongue to lick between and along your digits.

he hollowed out his cheeks, beginning to suck as if it were your cock between his lips, choking whenever your finger tips hit the back of his throat. once you thought they were wet enough, you pull them out, watching as only a thread of spit connected you and him.

he seemed disappointed as you did this. he’s learned, because of you, that he enjoys oral more than he originally thought. but, that’s a story for another time.

your dry hand massaged his hip, the other rubbing just around where he wanted your fingers most. annoyance got to jake quick, giving you a snarky tone. “hurry up.”

this sudden change in attitude was unexpected, and your eyebrows furrowed. you thought he had given up this front already, and just let you take care of him. apparently, you were wrong.

“fuckin’, come on—” he could barely get the phrase out before he felt a stinging pain on his ass. he yelped, bordering on a damn whimper. you’ve never done that before, and shit, he wish that you had.

you felt a moment of regret, not sure how he would react to that as it was a heat of the moment thing — but your thoughts were shut down quickly.

“that- that all you got?” you let out a silent sigh of relief, jaw clenching a bit before bringing your hand down again. the smack was audible, his body jolting on impact. the moan he let out was choked on, his hands now gripping the bark of the tree he was stabilizing himself on.

he readied himself for another painful sensation, but instead felt something prod at and enter his hole. as no warning was given, jakes chest forced out a keen, tensing for a second before welcoming the intrusion.

you didn’t wait to add your other finger, making the man inhale sharply. no matter how tight he was, you found a way to move in and out, not giving him a break — a moment to take air into his lungs. his mouth was wide open, not caring for any noise that escaped him, or the drool that fell onto his chin and lower.

you played with him throughout, separating your fingers and stretching him out, easily finding and thrusting onto the source of his sensitivity. you unraveled him so fast, too fast, heat building in his stomach. he had no restraint, hand going down to his dick. which you, evidently, didn’t like, spanking him once more.

“don’t you fuckin’ dare.” he whimpered so loud at your tone, deciding to touch you instead. grabbing your biceps, forearms, anything in his reach. “‘m gonna cuh-come, g-gonna come,” barely understanding the stuttered words, you hum, one that rumbled, coming from deep within your chest — effecting him greatly, seeing as he came right then and there.

this was new. you wouldn’t go this far with fingering, making him come and all. you only bothered to finger him for preparation, as requested by him. he didn’t like wasting time on things other than your dick.

jake is rather vanilla when it comes to sex, sticking with the stuff he was familiar with, especially since you were his first ever boyfriend and he was almost intimidated by the other possibilities.

though, you have been talking about how you wanted to go further, try new things, push his boundaries — with his consent. he had to think about it, but in the end, he agreed. so, you took this chance, prolonging your time together, testing both yours and his patience.

you stroked your nails along his prostate, having him experience this orgasm for as long as possible. you stopped when he became lightheaded, body slowly going limp. and as his vision was clearing, you began to pull out.

he thought you’d finally fuck him then, a toothy grin complementing his face once he was conscious enough to do so.

though, he couldn’t get too excited, since you only shoved your fingers back into him. you instantly curl them, earning a wobbled moan, and gasps of protest, “no, no, cock, need your dih-dick, n-need it,” he tried to convince you, but you paid him no mind.

“i don’t think you deserve it.” at that, he sobs. degradation was something you found interesting. you’ve never seen jake, someone so stubborn and prideful, in such a state of distress over something so dirty. you should do this more often.

it was hard to argue with you constantly abusing his insides, but he somehow managed. even though he’s lost his ego, he hasn’t lost his determination. “i’m- i’m sorry, so sorry, plea-please. was doing, for attention, didn’ mean eh-it! promise, promise, pinky prom- fuh-uck!” tears were shed, jake coughing as he inhaled his own spit. god, he was a mess.

your motions were relentless, mind wondering how many orgasms you could get out of him with just your fingers. two? three? four? you wanted to find out. yet, you knew you wouldn’t be able to wait much longer, noticing how hard you’ve become over time. so, you made up your mind, wrist moving back and forth to support your fingers.

“one more, come again and you’ll get my dick.” he barely heard you, trying to regain his composure again and again and failing each time. his lack of response worried you, slowing down and allowing that demanding facade to fade away, leaning in close. “did you hear me, jake?”

it took him a few seconds, but the sudden pause in stimulation got him to concentrate. “ye-yes, sir. can do it,” the title made your tail lash side to side, lips pressing gentle kisses against his jaw. “that’s it, good boy, so obedient for me.” his body twitches, an already existing blush spreading to his ears. the check-in ended shortly, hand getting back to work on jakes approaching orgasm.

with the mix of overstimulation and you whispering praises, he didn’t last very long. “gonna, come, ah-gain, again,” no sentence was left uninterrupted, jake now relying on you to keep him up, trembling arms extending back and wrapping around your neck, nails reaching and scratching at your upper back. he needed something to grip onto, to remind himself that this was real.

yellow eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated as he came again, painting the tree in front of him. you, once again, drew out this feeling of euphoria. this time, you pulled out completely, letting him calm down from his high. he breathed in deeply, something he couldn’t seem to do for the last hour, then exhaled like he was shivering.

embarrassment eventually washed over him, jake hiding his flushed face in the crook of your neck. “dick.” it was stifled, but you knew what he said nonetheless. “you askin’ for it or are you callin’ me one?” that earned you a smack on the arm, since that was the only part of your body he could get to.

you hum, then shrugged him off, jake landing on the wood in front of him. he clung onto the tree, using anything as leverage so he wouldn’t collapse. finally, you’d take your loincloth off, letting out a sigh of relief once you were freed of your confinements.

as expected, you were hard, pre-cum gathering on your tip. you curse under your breath, inching forward and resting your dick on jakes ass. the weight made him gasp softly, a whine following, him now using one hand to grab hold of his ass and spread himself open. you could hear how he gulped, and the unsteady sigh after. he was flushed, nothing hiding how heat spread out from his face to his shoulders. he was hot all over, really.

his eagerness made an appearance, tail whipping around like a dogs would. though, it would stop, but just to wrap around your thigh. you snort, soon grabbing at his braid, tugging at it. he lets out a string of pleas; he’s already waited so long.

you pretend to think about it, an inquisitive hum given, just to draw things out. you would come to a conclusion, mumbling a soft “alright,” before rubbing your head along his rim. he attempts to move, to try and get you into him, but he was only met with a now familiar pain on his ass. he quivers under your touch, cussing you out in his head, not having the balls to be an asshole out loud anymore.

only a few more seconds pass as you decide to give in, spitting down onto your base and rubbing it along your shaft, up to the tip. you’d then press forward, putting more and more stress onto his hole until you sunk inside.

it was a slow process, you making it that way just to tease him, watching as he took you in inch by inch, piece by piece. he heaves, feeling every vein on your cock graze his walls. and while it was torture to never know when his ass was going to touch your hips, he still had a cock-drunk smile on his face. sharp teeth bit his lower lip, biceps flexing as he gripped a nearby vine.

eventually, you bottom out, jake clamping down on you as a response. he tried his very best to relax so you had easy access, but couldn’t help it once you were fully inside him, filling him. he never wanted you to leave.

“if you wanna get fucked, you’re gonna need to ease up on the clenching.” he felt unnaturally shy, your words making his ears fold back and redden. despite that, he loosened up, expecting you to start thrusting then.

but, nothing happened.

you didn’t move, only chuckling softly as he tried to look back at you. “are you going to move?” you beat him to it, jakes eyebrows raising. he knew what you were implying.

a soft cry came from him, hips shifting before he moved away from you, half of your dick dragging out of him. he’d sink back down, moaning out loud — and repeating this action.

it was difficult to go at the faster and rougher pace that he oh so craved, as his legs couldn’t even carry his own muscle by themselves at the moment. once he gave up on being independent, his hips go even slower so he could try and talk successfully, “need, h-help. can’t, can’t do it.” he felt almost ashamed to admit it.

but, that feeling quickly subsided as you combed your fingers through his locks, the soft touch contrasting greatly with how roughly you pounded into him.

he sounded so — vulnerable. it strengthened that urge to ravage him, making it impossible to ignore. your hips switch directions, looking for that specific bundle of nerves once more. it didn’t take long to find it, jake releasing a sob once you did, your thrusts ceaseless as you practically bruise his prostate.

his body presses forward with the force you use, chest scratching the skin of the tree, but he couldn’t focus on that now. the only thing he could think about was how deep you were; the sound of himself, you, and your pelvis hitting his ass filled his ears.

you came in close, breath skimming the side of his neck while you panted, with occasional growls that you weren’t even aware of given as well. they came without your permission, as if you didn’t have power over your own vocal cords. they only turned jake on even more.

maybe a little too much, even.

cum shot out of his dick, creating another mess over his previous ones. though this time, the liquid was thinner, almost losing color. overstimulation caught on fast, jake crying out, “so much, t-too much, can’t, too muh-ch!” you shush him, your rhythm slowing in pity. “i’m right there, jake. you’ve been so good, so good. be a slut for a few more seconds, will you?” your voice held empathy, thrusts becoming shallow.

he gave a mere nod. you continue your movement, relishing in how his warmth sheathed your cock. you words were proven true, it only taking seconds for you to empty inside him, thick cum stuffing him to the brim. a final, rather weak moan was elicited from him, eyes closing as you drain yourself.

after finishing, you both pant heavily, “jake,” you spoke, nose poking at his nape. though, he didn’t respond. “..jake.” no response. “jake?” you worried that he may have passed out, but to your relief, he hummed right before you began to panic.

“you okay?” your hands rub his hips and sides, gliding down his curves, soothing him. “mhm.” he couldn’t say much else, it looked like. yet, you still decided to ask, “did you enjoy it?”

he took a moment, gulping heavily before chuckling. it was a silent one, the sole reason you knew he laughed was by how his shoulders shook. “..hell yeah.”

CW hypersexuality, dubcon, power imbalance -> power exchange, mild brainwashing, mind break [yuuta], breeding, oral sex (r.), penetration g., cum inflation (g.), choking (g.)

YUUTA, who has developed his worship of you and learned helplessness to such an extent that he cannot even imagine how he wins you, having become so accustomed to your victory that even when he becomes the second most powerful sorcerer, he still loses to you as before, letting you spread his trembling thighs or push him to knees in front of the winner, using your natural and absolute right, which you taught him when you first started training. it was very simple — the loser obeys the winner, nothing complicated, but when he almost purrs, feeling you grab his hair, it really seems to you that some people are just created to obey, if even after so much time he is still so enthusiastic and obsequious for you.

how long has he become stronger than you — and as long allows you to treat him like a toy, fucking him until you are satisfied or receiving oral without having to pay back, leaving him frustratingly needy, knowing that YUUTA can't do anything about it, but looking at you with doe tearful eyes while you abuse his hot soft mouth. knowing what to do and how to make you feel good, almost purring when you pat him, talking about how talented and diligent he is, especially for something like that, but YUUTA does not feel ashamed or embarrassed, knowing that he is only fulfilling his duty as a loser, which consists in to give you everything you want.

you want his hips — he'll give it to you; you want him to get on all fours — he'll do it; hall? room? hallway? street? the only thing he can do is obey, letting you squeeze narrow shoulders or dig nails into hips, whining indistinctly when you stuff him again and again, as before, when you grabbed him after losing and fucked until his voice hurts. earlier, when YUUTA was whimpering, even knowing that it was for his good, and now, when YUUTA himself begs you for it, realizing that you are doing it only for him, that this is the only way you can make him become stronger, that you care about him and love him when you tell him that he is so handsome, drooling while you fuck his ruddy face, or making him scream and squirm from a new orgasm, encouraging him for new attempts to overcome you, even if these are useless.

not that he will ever be able to overcome you — his purpose was to spread his legs and beg for more if he can't even really learn how to fight, whispering about how amazing and wonderful you are while you are busy with other things, stretching his soft flexible body, accustomed to your treatment and willingly reacting to it since the moment when he blushed just from squeezing his thigh. even when you fucked him in the training room, teaching him how to be a good boy and understand what awaits him after losing — for his own good when you fill him up, making him feel so full that he can't even hold body himself, needing your support even in such a minor thing.

and you give him this thing — squeezing his neck so tightly that YUUTA can't breathe, seeing the stars in front of his eyes, feeling how his body can't stop shaking with delight and need, being so excited that you want to teach him and show and take, despite his pathetic personality and inexperience. he wants to be a good sorcerer, he should be a good sorcerer, but when you grab his thigh, demanding that he watch you punish him, he only wants to lock you with legs and make sure that you stuff him like a cute boy you want to breed, ignoring even how weak he is.

... by the time YUUTA returns from Africa, you have so much to show him — starting from the street and ending with his room, so pretty for him to ride you, showing how well he tried to be good for you, if he can't be the "winner"; after all, YUUTA don't need to win when he have his own ways of being useful and needed,

even if it means choking until you tell him to stop.