#Slick Mouse

[nyetime]

Mice I love you

They could never make me hate you Fievel Mousekewitz

[skullislandproductions]

Maid Marian (played by Tex Avery’s Red) with one of the wolf guards, sharing a musical moment in this rough animation drawing from “Tom and Jerry: Robin Hood and His Merry Mouse,” 2012.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

My swashbucklers: Slick and Twitch

Welcome to my first attempt at drawing anthro characters! These are two Pirate101 OCs I created to go on my pirate captain Kestrel's crew! Part of the fun of the Spiral is that you can have a TON of non-human type characters, so I've been having a bit of a field day with it.

The short version is, they're a pair of scammers who made the mistake of stowing away on Kestrel's ship and now they work for her. Long version under the cut.

Slick and Twitch are a duo of street orphans who make ends meet by begging, lying, stealing, cheating, and mugging. Every time they get caught in one town, they'll stow away on the nearest barge and skip to the next one. They're scrappy and underhanded fighters who make a lot of use of both dirty tricks and their environment, and will frequently end a fight by just running away.

Slick (left, rat, he/him) is meaner, stealthier, and better in a fight, while Twitch (mouse, right, any) is more excitable, faster, and better at tricks and distractions. They met when they were just kids when they both tried to steal the same sack of potatoes from an armada barge and got caught. They were forced to help each other to escape, and they decided to team up after that. Neither of them are exactly sure how old they are, but Slick is late-twenties ish while Twitch is barely an adult.

They got caught in one of the Skull Island Ports when they tried to rig a gambling match on one of Kestrel's crew members, and unfortunately for them, the ship they tried to stowaway on was Kestrel's. Kestrel coulda just shot them and been done with it, but that's not her style. Instead, she kinda forced them to either work for her or get thrown overboard.

They were initially happy to take the deal since it meant free room and board, but they're dirty cowards who were NOT fully prepared for the level of insanity that Kestrel drags them into. They did try to desert the first time they were in a real fight but uh. Hard to desert when the only way out of danger is back on the stupid ship. Now they're resigned to their fate and are having fun wreaking havoc across the Spiral.

In addition to both being scrappy grifters, they both have a couple extra skills up their sleeves. Slick is supernaturally perceptive--- he's got a bit of a sixth sense that helps him navigate new places, steer clear of danger, read people, and lets him dip a bit into voodoo magic. Twitch has a lot of mechanical know-how, although they prefer to dismantle things and make them malfunction than to fix and build things.

Anyways, expect more art of them soon I'm kinda in love with these losers, they're so cute and stupid (Kestrel thinks so too, which is why she opted to keep them around).

[satin-mouse]

@alkasden continued from here.

a smirk is firmly pressed into her lips as she eyes the beautiful new overlord. “ already ? look at you, azucarera. “ she praises eying the woman up and down. her hands placed on her hips as she watches alkas’ every move.

“ you’re gorgeous too, that’ll help you make progress i’m sure. “ mouse means to compliment, but it sounds more like a snarky comment. something rather difficult to regulate these days.

[trooperst-3v3]

Sigh.

It's a good thing I gave my droids some spending money while they were out the other day.

Long story short, K8-T3 got into a very heated argument with a dude at the Droid Park who let his R2 unit release its oil slick all over poor Gary. Katie came to Gary's defense (awwwwwww <3) and she said and did some things that drew the attention of local law enforcement as well as a fine for a "public indecency" charge (Which is especially impressive, considering she has zero parts that could be mistaken for genitalia, human or otherwise.).

But she stood up for a member of her little droid family, so I'll forgive her. Just this once,

[lascvitae]

idk if ur taking reqs but can i plz request niki trying to play games while u grind on his lap

ᝰ.ᐟ katty gonna go say gamer bf niki in my mirror 3 times brb

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings/tags. smut (18+) 西村力 x fem!reader dry humping (kinda) riding size kink 18O3wc degradation praise kink (if you squint) creampie (use condoms!!!) squirting overstimulation pet names (baby, pretty face/pretty girl), ni-ki is possessive n a lil mean ───── ꒰ 𝓿ault. ꒱

“NIKI.” YOU MURMUR AGAIN, VOICE low and syrupy sweet. your hips move in slow circles on his lap.

his breath catches. he doesn’t look at you, eyes locked onto the screen in front of him like it’s the only thing keeping him in reality. but you can feel how hard he is under you.

you shift again, dragging yourself across the thick bulge in his sweats like you’re starving for friction. and maybe you are.

“i can feel you throbbing.” you whisper, letting your fingers trail up his stomach under his shirt. “you like when i grind on you like this, baby?”

he doesn’t answer. not with words, at least. his head tips back slightly, jaw clenched tight. his hand on the mouse twitches.

you hum, satisfied. you lean back just enough so he can feel every inch of your heat through the lace, slick and already soaking through, smearing over the fabric of his sweats every time you roll your hips again.

“you’re gonna cum in your pants before you even touch me. poor baby can’t even focus, can you?” you tease, kissing up his neck with a giggle.

“stop.” he mutters, but it’s weak. your nails trace lightly over his chest. “but you’re so hard for me.”

you push your hips down, grinding just right until you feel him jerk under you.

“fuck.” he chokes out, one hand flying to your waist. “you wanna get fucked right here?”

“please. can’t wait anymore.” you whisper, lips brushing his.

he pushes the headset off his head, finally grabbing your thighs with both hands and groaning. he shoves his sweats down just enough to free his cock, already leaking at the tip. you suck in a breath at the sight of it, cunt fluttering.

he smirks. “what? you scared now?”

“n-no.” you whisper, eyes locked on him.

“then sit.”

his fingers hook in your panties and drag them to the side. your slick clings to the fabric and he grips your hips and lines himself up, pushing against your entrance.

“eyes on me. wanna see your pretty face when you take it.” he mutters, grabbing your jaw and forcing your gaze up.

you nod quickly, starting to sink down. your mouth drops open as he stretches you open inch by inch, spreading your walls around him. you moan helplessly.

he grins, catching your reaction. “you gonna take it, baby? gonna let me stretch you out?”

“fuck— niki— too big—”

“nah. said you couldn’t wait, remember? so take all of it.” he says, fingers grabbing your hips as he pulls you down farther.

you slide down inch by inch, walls stretched around his length. it makes your toes curl, and when you finally bottom out, sitting fully in his lap, he groans like he’s about to lose it.

“feel that? feel me in your stomach?” he whispers, voice right in your ear.

you nod frantically. he kisses your jaw and then thrusts up into you. hard.

you cry out, hands scrambling to his shoulders as your body jolts.

“ride me. bounce, baby. make that pussy work for it.” he pants.

you start moving, bouncing in his lap. every time you drop, it’s loud. he watches you like he’s hypnotized. “look at you. taking every inch like a good little slut.”

“i’m trying—” you whimper, voice shaking.

“don’t try. take it.” he says, slapping your ass hard enough to make you jolt.

he grips your hips harder, dragging you down while he fucks up into you, making your eyes roll back.

“you close? gonna cum with me stuffing you full?” he whispers, thumb brushing your clit now.

“y-yes, niki, please— feels so good—”

“do it. cum for me, baby.” he snaps, voice tight, thumb rubbing messy fast circles into your clit now.

your mouth drops open and he doesn’t slow down. his length drags deep inside you with every bounce, stretching you open so good your body jerks with every thrust. he’s not letting you set the pace anymore, fucking up into you while keeping you in his lap like you’re his favorite toy.

your body seizes up, orgasm ripping through you. your legs tremble, nails digging into his shoulders, cunt gushing around his cock.

“fuck— baby— shit, look at that.” he pants, watching your slick squirt out, wetting his sweats and dripping down his balls.

you’re gasping, hips twitching as he keeps fucking you through it. he thrusts up once and spills into you with a low, strained groan. he keeps you full, not even pulling out as you feel his cum deep inside of you.

and then his headset mic flicks back on.

“yo, sorry. my bad. lagged out or some shit.” he mumbles breathlessly, still buried in you. his hand lazily grips your thigh and you just blink in response.

“don’t move. you’re my good luck charm.” he whispers while smirking, still twitching inside you.

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[fayerie]

Sitting on Gojo Satoru’s lap while he played video games with his friends was your idea — now you’re fighting to stay quiet while he plays with your pussy like it’s a part of the game. // mdni

You should’ve known better than to sit on Gojo’s lap while he was playing video games.

He warned you.

Well — he teased you about it. Let his hand settle on your thigh with that lazy, lopsided smile and said, “You sure you wanna be here baby? I’m not gonna stop just ’cause you’re aching for some attention.”

"I'm not feeling needy." You glared at him while saying that.

But you climbed into his lap anyway, arms around his neck, nose tucked under his jaw. He smelled warm and familiar — faint traces of his afternoon cologne still lingering on his skin, all sandalwood and soft musk — and you just hummed, wiggling into his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Now here you are: flushed and writhing on his thigh while Gojo chats casually with his friends through his headset, his fingers buried up to the knuckle inside you like he’s toying with his favorite stress ball.

“Mhm, nah, I see ‘em — pushing left,” he murmurs into the mic, voice smooth as silk. His tone is calm. His fingers are anything but — curling slow and deep inside you, warm and maddeningly deliberate.

You’re soaked. Have been since you first climbed into his lap — panties clinging to your skin, now shoved to the side and forgotten, as he lazily works two fingers inside your dripping heat while his other hand stays glued to the mouse.

And you’re struggling.

Thighs twitching. Chest fluttering. Trying so hard not to squirm or gasp while he treats your cunt like just another distraction.

He leans in close, brushing his lips over your temple. “So quiet now, sweetheart,” he whispers, low and indulgent. “Didn’t think you had it in you. You were moanin’ like a little thing earlier, beggin’ for me to touch you… but not needy, right?”

You bury your face into his hoodie, cheeks burning.

“Mm,” he coos, slow and sultry. “Where’d that bratty little voice go, huh? Thought you were gonna claw your way into my lap just to be ignored?”

You whimper — soft and humiliated. But you still rock your hips into his hand, helpless for the curl of his fingers.

He chuckles, deep and velvety, clearly pleased. “There she is.”

Through the headset, his friends are still laughing — loud and oblivious. Gojo doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pause. Fingers still nestled inside your wet heat, he tilts his head toward the mic.

“Yeah, I’m good, just lagged for a sec,” he says lazily, before leaning back into you, lips grazing your ear again. “Don’t worry, they don’t suspect a damn thing.”

You clench around his fingers, trembling. He feels it. Of course he does.

“I got you,” he murmurs, low and coaxing. “You want attention, baby? I’ll give you all of it. Just gotta keep those pretty noises down for me, yeah?”

His fingers move again — slow, steady drags that glide over that perfect spot inside you until your hips stutter and your head tips back onto his shoulder. You bite your lip, desperate not to whine.

He loves how sensitive you are — how even the smallest twist of his fingers sends you fluttering around him. It’s addictive. Your body’s like a secret only he knows how to unlock.

“That’s it,” he purrs, brushing his mouth over your ear. “Such a good girl for me.”

You’re gushing around him, sticky and hot, but he stays gentle — not cruel. Just persistent. Just slow, teasing, relentless.

The wet sounds are obscene — slick and embarrassing. And every time he presses just a little deeper, the heel of his palm bumps your clit with feather light pressure that makes your back twitch.

He hasn’t touched it directly once. Just skirted around it — enough to keep you squirming.

“Sensitive little thing,” he breathes, lips curling. “Bet you’re already close for me, huh?”

“Oi, Satoru,” someone calls through the mic, “you lagging again or what? You’re barely moving.”

Gojo laughs — that cocky, lazy sound like he’s barely trying. “Relax, man. I’m just playin’ one-handed.”

“Oh my god, are you eating again?”

Another snort. “You’re always fucking around.”

He smirks, flicking your clit with a teasing brush of his thumb that makes your thighs jerk.

“I am fucking around,” he mutters, low under his breath — just for you — and you slap his chest weakly in protest.

He laughs again, softer, and kisses your temple. “Just multitasking,” he says sweetly into the mic. “Takin’ care of something real important. I'm still gonna carry you.”

“Sure you are.”

You nod frantically against his neck.

“Mmhmm,” he hums, giving your clit the lightest nudge with his palm. “You’re flutterin’ so sweet around my fingers. You always get this soft for me, baby?”

You whimper. You’re trembling. Clenching so hard it aches.

But he doesn’t tease. Doesn’t scold. He just wraps his arm tighter around your waist, pulling you in, and nuzzles your temple with a softness that makes you melt all over again.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, slow and reverent. “C’mon, baby. Let go for me. Lemme feel you fall apart.”

And you do.

With a strangled, broken little sound, you cum hard — clenching and gushing around his fingers, hips stuttering as he strokes you through it. He kisses your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth, whispering praise into your skin as you tremble in his arms.

He smiles.

“Goddamn,” he breathes, quiet and in awe. “Look at you. So fuckin’ beautiful like this.”

You’re still twitching, soft and boneless. And he moves so gently — easing his fingers out, glistening with your slick, admiring the mess you’ve made of him.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, turning you in his lap to face him.

He hums, content, then licks your cum off his fingers like it’s nothing.

His friends are still talking. Still clueless.

And Gojo’s already pulling a blanket over you both, tucking you into his chest like you’re just cuddling for warmth.

“You good, sweetheart?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your head.

You nod, breathless.

He smiles, rubbing circles into your thigh. “Knew you just needed attention.”

Then he unpauses, grabs the mouse, and slides back into the game like he didn’t just make you fall apart.

He kisses your forehead, shifts the mic, and grins.

“All right, back in.” he says cheerfully, as if nothing happened. “Had a…situation to handle.”

Then he throws you a handsome wink that makes your stomach knot all over again.

divider by @/cafekitsune

[nyenylon]

THAT CUPCAKE IS TOO FUCKING BIG FOR YOU YOU STUPID IDIOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Slick Mouse)

L: Zorzi "This is a hugo-mongoose cupcake."

R: Vincenzo "Is dense!"

[monstersholygrail]

oh to be a mouse hybrid toyed with by a cat hybrid who just wants to see you squirm in every way

Ooh when the Cat Hybrid’s owners told him they were getting him a new little friend, you, a Mouse Hybrid were by far the last thing he was expecting.

He wanted another cat to mess with, to play with… to mate with. But he couldn’t stop himself from noticing your plump round form scurrying about the house or the constant skittish look in your eye as you surveyed your new home. Perhaps you would do.

From that day on he would terrorize you mercilessly. Chasing you around the around the house when your owners were gone, saying he was gonna devour you when he finally got his claws into you. Backing you into corners just to see the delicious terror in your eyes. Plopping his large form right on top of you so that you couldn’t escape him even as you scrambled desperately to get away.

It was never ending and as much as you wanted to say you hated it, it felt far too good. The Cat hybrid severely underestimated you, forgetting you too were a hybrid with all the same perks. You could smell his desire in the air every time he chased you. And you had grown addicted to the scent. To feel so wanted and yearned for, especially during the chase, nothing else could compare.

He would only ever mess with you when he felt like it so you figured you might need to give him a little push. Using yourself as bait you use your owners creaky stairs to your advantage. As soon as the first step creaks, the Cat hybrid’s head snaps up from where he’s perched. His eyes meet your wide ones for only a moment before you’re bolting down the stairs.

As soon as you hear the pounding of paws behind you, you smirk wickedly knowing your plan had worked. Cute little squeaks leave your mouth as you run throughout the house, narrowly trying to avoid being caught. He should’ve realized how much you like this. You’re much faster than him after all.

After rounding the next corner you wait a moment for him to catch up. Seeing a flash of fur and then you’re off. The Cat Hybrid pauses for a moment as he realizes what you had just done. What you’ve actually been doing this entire time.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins as he chases you at lightning speed. He’s catching up to you in no time and by the look of genuine alarm in your eye he knows this wasn’t a trick. Instead of his usual antics he pounces on you, sending you both tumbling to the floor.

“You messin’ with me, little mouse?” He growls in your ear, his body pinning you to the hard wood floor. You don’t even bother to squirm, your heart beating out of your chest as you stare up at him.

Before you can even blink he’s shoving his hand down your pants and swiping his fingers through your folds, your slick drenching them with how aroused you are. He chuckles lowly, rumbling purrs vibrating into your chest and straight to your core.

“So this has been a game to you, huh? A bit of foreplay before I inevitably snap and fuck you dumb.”

You find you can’t even answer, panting breaths escaping you as you rock with his hand that’s slowly rubbing against all the right places. He devilishly smiles and pushes two fingers deep inside you, causing your hips to jolt as you cry out.

“Well, sweetheart, you’ve done it. I’ve snapped,” he says with a menacing snarl as he pumps his fingers roughly against your walls, his claws just barely scraping them and setting your nerves on fire.

You try and be as good as you can, staying perfectly still for him as he fucks you with his fingers, but your small reaction only seems to infuriate him further. He picks up pace, licking and nipping at your throat until you too break and your moans echo throughout the empty house. A secret smirk plays on lips.

That is until the Cat Hybrid plays a trick of his own. Pumping his fingers inside you, drawing you closer and closer till you’re just about to fall off that edge when he suddenly stops and withdraws. You whine, squirming now as you begin to beg for more.

“I see through you now, sweet prey. You won’t be winning this one.”

You only start to realize your mistake as he starts fucking you with his cock, the large length stretching you so good. The natural curve hitting the soft spot inside you perfectly. Then he starts doing to you exactly what he did with his fingers. Bringing you up to the edge and then pulling you right back.

He’s as merciless as he is when terrorizing you and in a way he’s doing just that but in a whole new way that drives you more insane than the chasing ever did. Eventually you’re a sobbing mess, your tears and your arousal forming two separate puddles on the floor with how in need you are right now as he starts up again.

You jump as the sudden sensation of his wet nose nuzzling into your neck, his purrs even louder now. You immediately cling to him, meeting his thrusts and trying to chase your growing orgasm before it’s taken away again.

“Do you think you’ve earned the right to cum for me now?” The Cat Hybrid asks and you whine, nodding rapidly.

You feel his grin against your skin before he pulls out and starts slamming his cock deep inside your cunt. His intent clear before he even says a word. But when he does it’s like music to your ears.

“I agree. Cum for me, mate.”

This time as you get closer and closer to the finish, he doesn’t stop. Instead, his hands slips down and rubs tight circles into your clit. Your orgasm breaks through almost instantly and you scream as you milk his cock for all it’s worth, sending him right into ecstasy with you.

But the sound of the car door doesn’t leave either of you much time to bask in pleasure coursing through you. Luckily the Cat hybrid takes the lead, maneuvering you both as he curls around you, keeping you stuffed full of his cock but hiding any of the evidence. You’re too weak to do anything but shift into how he molds you. Making it appear as if you two are asleep and cuddling in the hall.

“Aw, look at them. Finally getting along,” you hear your owners say who are none the wiser to what’s really going on.

Cat Hybrid bf rocks his hips, snapping them back inside you quietly and forcing a squeak from your throat. He chuckles under his breath and nuzzles into you, not planning on moving away from you for hours. Wondering how many more orgasms he can rip from your tight pussy.

[reveriebae]

Off the Record

pairing(s) : Hongjoong x reader

word count : 1691

summary : You push Hongjoong’s limits by interrupting his work in the studio, acting like a needy brat. He punishes you by fucking you raw on his chair, recording every filthy sound you make as proof of who you belong to.

genre : smut

warning(s) : rough sex (desk & chair fucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms), brat-taming & punishment dynamics, degradation (slut-shaming, name-calling), choking/breath play (light), spanking & manhandling, recording during sex (control/power play), possessiveness, marking, implied exhibitionism, dirty talk & intense dominance, creampie & mild aftercare. Let me know if I missed anything!

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!

🪐smut under the cut 🪐

The dim glow of Hongjoong’s studio cast a moody ambiance, the only sounds filling the space were the soft clicks of his mouse and the steady beat looping through his speakers. His focus was razor-sharp, eyes locked onto the screen as he tweaked the arrangement of his latest track.

"Just wait 15 minutes," he had said, his voice laced with that firm authority you both knew he carried so well. But patience was never your strong suit—especially not when he looked so effortlessly hot, sleeves pushed up, rings glinting under the low light as his fingers worked diligently.

So you did what you did best. You poked. You teased.

Sliding onto his lap, arms draping over his shoulders, you nuzzled against his neck, pressing soft kisses along his jaw. "Come on, Joongie… you’ve been at this for hours," you whined, fingers playing with the silver chain hanging from his neck.

His jaw flexed, muscles tightening as he exhaled sharply. "I said 15 minutes," he repeated, voice clipped, but he didn’t push you off. A bad sign for you. Or maybe a good one.

"That’s too long," you pouted, grinding down just a little, feeling the way his thighs tensed beneath you. "I need you now, baby."

A muscle in his jaw twitched. Then, without warning, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "You just don’t know how to listen, do you?" His voice was dangerously low, sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you could respond, he was already flipping the switch, pressing a button on his keyboard that darkened the screen, then another that started a recording.

"If you wanna be a brat, then let’s make sure you hear just how needy you sound," he murmured, his fingers tugging at your shorts, ripping them down your thighs with no patience left in him. "Since you love interrupting me so much, let’s make some new sounds for my track."

And just like that, you were bent over his desk, his hand tangled in your hair, the quiet studio filled with more than just music.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the small studio, your panties ripped clean off your body and tossed somewhere behind you. "Fucking needy little thing," Hongjoong growled, his rough hands gripping your bare ass, spreading you open like he owned every inch of you—because he did. "Can’t even wait a few minutes, huh? Gotta act like a desperate fucking slut for attention?"

Your breath hitched, your hands gripping the edge of his desk as you arched your back, pushing your ass further into him. "Maybe," you teased, voice breathy, dripping with shameless desire. "But you love it when I act like this, don’t you, Joongie?"

His response was brutal. A sharp slap landed against your soaked cunt, making you jolt forward with a cry. "Shut up," he ordered, rubbing slow circles over your clit before delivering another slap, this time to your ass. The sting only made you throb harder.

"You wanna act like a brat?" he continued, his other hand wrapping around the back of your neck, forcing you down against the desk. "Then take it like one."

The distinct sound of his zipper filled the air, followed by the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your slick folds. He didn’t waste time teasing—he wasn’t in the mood for that. No, Hongjoong was done playing.

With one ruthless thrust, he was buried inside you to the hilt, forcing a loud, broken moan from your lips. "Fuck—!" you gasped, your walls clenching around him instantly.

"That’s it," he groaned, gripping your waist with bruising force as he started to move, his hips snapping forward with raw, punishing thrusts. "So tight, so fucking wet for me, all because you wanted to be a spoiled little bitch."

The sounds in the room were obscene—skin slapping against skin, your choked whimpers, his ragged breathing, the wet, filthy squelch of him fucking into you with zero restraint. And then, there was the click. The tiny, almost insignificant sound of him adjusting the recording levels.

"Let’s make sure you hear just how fucking pathetic you sound when you’re getting ruined," Hongjoong growled, pressing the button to play back what he had captured so far.

Your own moans filled the room, raw and needy, each gasp and whimper playing back in real time as he fucked you even harder. Hearing yourself like that—so exposed, so helpless under his control—made your body burn with shame and arousal.

"You hear that?" he taunted, one hand snaking up to grab your throat, pulling you back against his chest while his other hand stayed buried in your dripping cunt, spreading you open wider. "That’s the sound of a desperate little whore getting fucked dumb."

You could barely respond, eyes rolling back as he pistoned into you, your legs shaking, your body trapped between his brutal thrusts and the hard surface of the desk.

"Come on, baby," he purred darkly into your ear, his fingers tightening around your throat just enough to make your breath hitch. "Be a good girl and cum for me—let’s give the mic something worth recording."

The coil in your stomach snapped instantly, a sob tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. Your entire body trembled as you came hard around his cock, soaking him, the wet sound of it only adding to the filth of the moment.

"That’s my girl," Hongjoong groaned, thrusting a few more times before burying himself deep inside you with a rough grunt. His cum spilled into you, hot and thick, filling you to the brim as his fingers dug bruises into your skin.

For a moment, all you could do was pant against the desk, your body spent, his cum dripping down your thighs. But Hongjoong wasn’t done.

He reached over, pressing play once again.

Your moans, your cries, the filthy sounds of him fucking you within an inch of your sanity—it all played back through the speakers, clear and explicit.

"You’re keeping this?" you panted, looking back at him with half-lidded eyes.

Hongjoong smirked, leaning down to kiss your spine. "Of course. Gotta remind you what happens when you don’t fucking listen."

Your body was still trembling, legs weak as you tried to catch your breath, but Hongjoong wasn’t done. No, not even close.

"Look at this," he muttered, dragging his fingers through the mess between your thighs, smearing his cum along your swollen folds. "Dripping all over my chair like a used-up little slut."

Your whimper was immediate, your oversensitive body twitching under his touch. But the way he spoke to you—the way he degraded you like you were nothing but a fucktoy for him—only made you clench around nothing, your body desperate for more.

"You want more, don’t you?" he teased, his voice dark, knowing. "Even after I fucked you dumb, you’re still hungry for my cock."

You barely managed to nod, your cheek pressed against the desk, your body aching for him. "P-please," you whispered, completely shameless now.

Hongjoong chuckled, low and dangerous. "That’s what I fucking thought."

Before you could even prepare yourself, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him in his chair. His cock was already hard again, glistening with your slick and his cum, the tip rubbing against your entrance as he held you there, teasing you.

"Since you love interrupting my work," he murmured, his fingers digging into your ass, "let’s see how long you can last without screaming while I ruin you."

Then, without warning, he slammed you down onto his cock, forcing a wrecked, broken moan from your lips.

"Shit—!" you sobbed, your nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched you open again, deeper, rougher than before. His grip was unforgiving, keeping you locked in place as he set a brutal pace, bouncing you on his cock like you were nothing but a fucktoy for his pleasure.

"That’s it," he groaned, his teeth grazing your jaw as he whispered filth into your ear. "Take it, baby. Take all of it."

Your thighs were already shaking, your mind slipping into a haze of pure pleasure as he fucked up into you, his hips lifting off the chair with every punishing thrust. His hands roamed your body, one gripping your throat while the other slipped between your thighs, rubbing fast, merciless circles over your overstimulated clit.

"You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?" he taunted, his grip tightening as he felt your walls flutter around him. "Fucking cockdrunk little slut, cumming all over my cock like you were made for this."

The coil snapped so violently that you nearly blacked out. Your vision blurred, a scream ripping from your throat as your second orgasm crashed over you, making your body tremble uncontrollably.

But Hongjoong didn’t stop.

He grabbed your hips, slamming you down harder, his own pace growing desperate as he chased his release. "Fuck, you’re so tight—so fucking perfect for me," he growled, his breath ragged. "Gonna fill you up again. Gonna make sure you walk out of here dripping with my cum so everyone knows who you fucking belong to."

His words sent another shudder down your spine, and before you could even process it, he groaned, thrusting deep one last time before spilling inside you, his warmth flooding your already-used cunt.

You collapsed against him, body spent, his cock still buried inside you as you both caught your breath. But just as you thought he was finished, you heard the telltale sound of the recording playing back.

The filthy, wet sounds of your bodies colliding, your desperate cries, his rough, dominant growls—it all played through the speakers, louder than before.

Hongjoong smirked against your skin, his fingers lazily tracing circles over your thigh. "Hope you know," he murmured, his voice dark with amusement, "this one’s getting saved in a special folder."

[unintentionalseductress]

Spring Break

“Stop squirming I know you missed me.” 

Caleb’s low purr resounds in your ear and you whimper as you struggle to keep quiet, his fingers stroking soft circles on your puffy clit. 

“Should’ve known this is the real reason you’re always asking me to come home. Do you not touch yourself when we’re apart?” You’re trapped under Caleb’s weight, his body pinning you firmly, one hand sinking into the plush fat of your thigh as he holds you open. 

You hide your face into the pillow as a moan escapes you and Caleb chuckles. He sinks a finger into your fluttering hole and you gasp, your desperate little cry noisily filling the room.

“Ssh. Do you want Gran to hear you?” His voice is so wickedly taunting as he continues the gentle assault on your clit. You whimper, trying so hard to stay in control but it was difficult with him touching you so perfectly. 

“Ah, look at how you’re squeezing me. So wet.” Caleb withdraws his finger and a trail of sticky slick comes with his finger, connecting to your cunt. He coats your clit with it and gives the nub a pinch which has you bucking, your round ass pressing into his cock.

“Good. Looks like I haven’t forgotten how you like it. Admit it pipsqueak, you prefer it when I touch you, don’t you?” 

Your poor brain, heavy with need and sexual fog, can barely understand his words anymore. Every inch of you tingled and all you wanted was to be impaled on his cock. You nod breathlessly then let out another moan. Caleb shifts his arm so it partially goes between your parted lips. You bite down and he growls in satisfaction.

“That’s it. Bite me. Mark me as your own.” His flesh now muffles your voice, and you focus on the rising pleasure in your clit, Caleb’s stimulating words only turning you on even more.

“So wet even before I took your panties off. Are you my good little slut?” You groan as he smoothly sinks two fingers back into your cunt with a moist squelch. “Oh, not just good. Perfect little slut.” He nips your ear as his fingers start to curl up into that patch of nerves deep inside you and you swear you can feel yourself going cross-eyed at the sensation. 

“My good little mouse. Cum for me please?” The sweet way Caleb asks you nearly shuts down the rest of your senses. The urgency built deep within your quivering core and indeed, your brain was close to shutting down, following his words to the edge. Your teeth sink into the sinew of his forearm as his fingers finally give you the release you’d been waiting for and it stifles your moans of ecstasy as the continuous ripples of delight wrack your system. Your pussy clenches around his thick fingers as more of your arousal spills onto them. 

“Amazing.” He pats your clit before pulling out his fingers, sucking them clean of your slick. “Cumming on command…proving you really are mine.” You sigh, feeling your head come back down from the dizzy spiral it had been on before Caleb spoons you, and slips into your wet cunt slowly. 

The push of his thick mushroom head entering into you has you squeezing your eyes closed from the pleasure, the way he filled your channel with his velvety heat causing your voice to quaver. His arms lock around you as he starts to thrust, his hips smacking into your ass with each stroke. 

“Did you miss me? No one around to make this pussy feel good at college?” He asks into your ear as he moves. You let out a little noise before responding. 

“No.”

Caleb chuckles, the noise of your wet reunion squelching lewdly into the room. “No one can make you feel as good as me huh?” He palms your breasts as he huffs into the back of your neck. Your eyes flutter closed as he continues to piston in and out of you. “My sweet little slut. Keeping this pussy nice and wet just for me. You’re such a good girl you know?”

You manage to sigh out a “uh huh” of agreement, his words of praise gently tickling your senses. A laugh escapes him. 

“Oh you’re so fucked out little mouse. Cock feel good?” He gives a series of deep thrusts that have him bottoming out each time and you mewl from the feeling of being stretched to your limit. 

“Fuck…that’s it…keep clenching me like that.” Caleb growls as he feels his balls tightening up, his fingers leaving indents in your skin as he finally orgasms, thick jets of cum painting your womb as he empties himself into you. 

“Filled you up to last a few days. Don’t waste it. Gotta make it last till our next visit.” 

[screampied]

࣪.₊ 𐙚 SHE WANNA GO VIRALLL ?! ★

gojo, choso, nanami, toji, geto. cybersēx and getting freaky on camera with the jjk men

𐚁̸ warnings. fem! reader, camgirl/boy themes, phone sēx, unprotected, praise, dirty talk, toji slander, toy usage, hair pulling, guided órgasms, size kink, using a cóck ring on choso, squırting, òral (f! / m! receiving), voyerism.

𐚁̸. an. kind of lost in ikea rn so i wrote this yaya

TOJI ✩ FUSHIGURO.

“tch,” toji grunts as a third piercing smack hits against your ass. you let off a gasp as you’re just lazily arched over for him. just a few moments ago and you were leaking with globs of velvety ropes of cum. the powered on monitor you had propped up against the desk had a blinding bright glow to it. dark, viridescent eyes glance at your chat that’s spamming with donations before he squints. as he’s drilling you into your keyboard from behind, he clings onto your hip. “why the fuck does y’er chat keep callin’ me broke.”

“eheh, oh—” you swallow, feeling him reach in deep areas. indeed they were, flooding your chat with the same tiring jokes of toji. it was a common joke within your audience. as another moan leaves your throat rawly, you gnaw down on your lip. “they’re jus’ trolling, ‘toj. everyone knows you’re filthy rich, baby.”

itsnotchosover: girl who is everyone

sexymartha38: he's so hottttt. when is it my turn

drakesfatbbltbh: Dad? :0

with an eye roll, he resumes back to fucking you stupid. a being hand of his grasps onto your head, digging into your precious scalp. holding your head up, he makes you stare at your thousands of viewers with the dumbest expression glued onto your face. “bet all y’er little fans wish they were me, huh,” and there’s such cockiness dripping underneath his tone. toji’s fat cock has your mouth dangling agape—you’re almost drooling. it was so effortless on how you’d always coat his base with a translucent-colored ring. a pretty, soddened white ring that sticks against your ass each thrust he presents. it’s downright nasty, and yet—his hips were even nastier. as he’s got your hair with a firm secure grip, he lightly shoves you into the screen. moaning, you’re being pushed face first into the monitor—pupils glowing from the colors on your stream ricocheting against your dilated irises. “mhm, good girl. fuck back against me ‘n let these losers watch.”

of course—throughout everything, he’s catching all types of strays through the multicolored flood of comments.

toji could really care less though, a sly grin compresses against his lips before he makes you arch more forward. your back slouches over the wooden desk in such a sexy way that he can’t help but gift your left cheek with another rude spank. “f-fuuuck,” you’d sob out, trying to grab onto your mouse but he snatches your hand. with a quick paced speed, he makes your arm restrain around your back. significantly, he’s amping up his sloppy pace. your weeping cunt repeatedly squelches against him over and over and over. it’s never ending—profusely, your cunt’s idly dripping wet and the sounds just gets more addictive to listen to. that and the repetitive shrilling pings of your donations. aw, another goal met, it makes you smile with gratitude—and just as you were about to recite your recycled ‘thank you’ to your thousands of viewers, your breath catches in your throat and you whine. toji’s thickset base pap pap pap’s against you through and through and your mind’s just mush. not a single thought in your empty brain. “gonna cum, toji. tojiiiii, so fuckin’ big.”

“want me ‘ta slow down after you said i was small, yeah oookay,” and he’s just so sassy that you wanted smack him. that was practically true though. your chat told you to prank toji, telling him how he’s small. obviously, that wasn’t true, and here you were, feeling every staggering inch he’s presenting to your clingy greedy pussy.

a sopping string of your own slick sticks against his base each time—it’s sticky, he groans at the sight of it. a tongue of his flicks against the scar near the right side of his mouth and you wriggle your hips back into him. hissing at the almost sharp sensation between your thighs and your constant teasing, he yanks you back toward him. leaning up close to you, he licks a stripe down your neck before groaning. “sloppy fuckin’ girl, ‘m gonna get you pregnant on live. want that?”

with a sheepish whine pouring out of your throat, you grind your body against him, feeling the tip of his dick expand through every secluded crevice of your sweet cunt. “yeah, gimme a baby then. fill me up again, pleaseee.”

and as his pounding against your clit exceeds, so does your arch. the pace was almost animalistic. the chat’s spamming with comments, praising you and even trolling your expressions. your mind’s on a loop, with warm bodies clashing against each other, he groans into your ear. “fuck, gonna give you twins, girl,” and his voice was a mere pitchy deep. your limbs spike and with his rough hips, it allows a candied stretch to pry its way into your pussy. all from your girth, it’s almost delicious and you’d rate his dick five stars if you could. “shit, clamping all around m—” and before he could even finish his sentence, toji pauses. a roaring grunt rumbles out from him and he steadies your hips. not only does he shoot into you, but he gets a mean leg cramp. twitching ravened brows of his contort together and he quickly pulls out. it’s almost comedic, you stare at him through the reflection of your screen all while feeling his oozing hot cum spill down from between your thighs. hearing a giggle come from you, he grunts, spanking your ass. don’t laugh, little girl.”

“s- sorry, forgot you have skeleton bones,” you playfully rub your neck, peering your eyes at the dozens of comments trolling him.

“s— shut up,” he breathes, both hands on his hips. his leaky tip now flaccid and swollen, toji entraps his bottom lip with a teeth. exhaling out a tired whew, his eyes squeeze shut for a moment. “gimme a minute. er . . an hour, fuckk.”

and then as he tries to get up, a sudden loud crack in his bones occurs. “ignore that.”

NANAMI ✩ KENTO.

with a pout, you slump back onto the shared bed of your husband. it was near the afternoon—you knew he was busy, off on a mission or something but you missed him badly. it was almost painful at how you almost forgot what his touch felt like.

so you decide to text him. pulling out your phone, you scroll towards his contact with a heart next to his name. eagerly, you align your thumbs against the grey keyboard, squeezing your thighs together. starting off with a simple, ‘miss you baby,’ and awaiting for his reply. as you wait, you go back to playing with yourself. with your pretty legs all sprawled out, your fingers cramp up inside of your drooling pussy. shoved to the side of your thighs were a pair of panties nanami gifted you on your birthday. about four minutes later, he replies.

nanami: Sweetheart. I miss you too.

nanami: I need to hear your voice, call me yeah?

and without wasting any time, you dial those same known ten digits before pressing a thumb against the call button. on the first ring, he answers and he speaks first with a low, “hey you, how’s my pretty princess?”

“horrible,” you whine, still stuffing your cunt full of fingers. two slender fingers that were all soaked with your slick. it was a mess, your breathing patterns continue to change the more you imagine if he was really here. “i- i miss you, ‘ken. touchin’ myself ‘s so hard when you’re not around.”

“oh,” nanami says through the other line, his voice as smooth as silk. his absent presence only his fingers knew the exact layout of your pussy. nanami’s fingers were the pure definition of utopia—knowing all the right areas of your cunt with such ease. simply perfect. nanami was still on a mission, but he took care of his tasks. clearing his throat, taking a seat on a nearby bench, he sighs. “you’re touching yourself without me, huh sweetheart.”

“s- sorry,” you stammer, feeling yourself about to release soon. not before long, your thighs start to quiver and shake. “mhm,” you chew on the lower part of your lip, feeling your breathing shake up. “kento, talk to me please. help me c-cum, baby.”

“my wife decided to be filthy today,” he purrs, the sweet moans that escaped from your lips making his cock twitch. you were so loud, he’s always thought you had the prettiest voice. as you’re continuing to feel pounds of elation surge through you—you curl a finger inside, rubbing against your sensitive nub. “bring the phone up to her. wanna hear what she’s got to say too, my love.”

putting it up to your sopping cunt, you switch the phone to speaker. nanami grows mute for a second, listening to how wet you were. your fingers play and strum against your folds before you start to tremble. “k- kento, ‘m close, so close.”

“come on princess, listen to my voice, okay,” and with your back reclined against the cushioned mattress, you start to pant. your body feels limp, his voice was the perfect mixture of deep and a bit raspy—tender, each praise he gives you only makes you throb even more. “i want you to pretend you’re using my fingers,” and as he’s speaking, the tips of your fingers prod against that particular area. grazing against your clitoral hood, you nibble on your halfway lolled out tongue. “mhm, doing so well. just listen to me, play with her a bit more ‘n then let go sweetheart. let go just for me.”

gasping for any sorts of breaths—you whimper, two fingers getting lost into the depths of your pussy. it was a mess, a nice viscous amount of your slit departs from your digits as you pull them out of you before dragging them back in. “kento, ‘m cumming. all on your f- fingers,” you whine, imagining it was his thick fingers shoving in and out instead of yours. as you continue to whine through irregular breaths, the bobbing of your throat intensifies. “hnghh,” you babble, clammy fingers soaking in everything before you finally let loose. gushing out— it’s a lot. volumes of your sweet trickle onto the satiny sheets. a damp spot soaks its way into the fabric before you collapse back with a cute orgasm to follow. “f- fuck, ‘s good,” and your legs tremor vigorously. you felt like you were floating, everything throbbed and pulsed and your mind felt like it was racing at miles a minute. with an airy exhale, you put the phone back up to your mouth. “ken— you still there?”

“always,” he coos, his voice sending you various amounts of euphoric shivers. as you’re still letting go of your high, you can hear nanami’s raspy breaths through the other end of the phone too. he’s panting, almost as if he was actually there with you. “good girl, you did so good,” and nanami pauses for three seconds before whispering. “hm, i gotta go—but princess, send me a picture of the mess. i wanna see what ‘m gonna have to clean up when i get home.”

CHOSO ✩ KAMO.

it wasn’t really surprising to you that you found out your shy and timid best friend was a camboy. he was pretty well known—trendy and everyone’s favorite whiner.

pulling in thousands and thousands of views per month, he started to become a household name in the cyber world. choso was having a usual stream late at night, stroking himself off in front of his various followers. biting his lip, he tries to ignore the comments of his fans asking for him to try on his cock ring. “h- heh, if you guys want me to do that, you’ll have to help us reach our goal.”

and as soon as he says that, he reaches it.

with a frowning pout, choso’s lip quivers. “shit. nevermind then,” and as he’s fisting his own dick with solid pumps, a vein runs down his prolonged fat shaft.

he leans back, tossing his head back too—choso’s hair was unkempt and flowing down. he didn’t have his usual two ponytails today. ravened strands of hair go against his eyes and he lets off a nervous laugh toward his viewers. “ugh, s-so much for that. fine, i’ll use it for a little,” and then it dawned on him, the cock ring not only goes around choso, but it vibrates too.

as he’s just about to put the toy around his base, that’s right when you walk in. “hey, did you see my shower g-” and your jaw nearly drops once you’re trying to process the lewd view in front of you. so that’s what that noise was, the constant whining through the walls. choso’s reaction is an exact replica of yours. swallowing thickly, he’s still got his erect dick in hand, and it’s just so pretty. “oh, am i interrupting?”

“n— no,” he hitches a single breath, taking a moment to stare at your body. even dressed down, you looked so attractive. with a sheepish grin, he rubs a hand down the brief undercut that’s near his nape. he’s embarrassed, but it slowly goes away due to him being aroused. occasionally gawking at the chat, he does a hand motion with his fingers. “actually, since you’re here. i kinda need your help. please.”

“okay,” you giggle, setting aside your bag. you’re face first with his dick that’s standing tall right in front of you. it seems like he’s been stroking it for a while before stopping. the tip of his shaft was all reddened. a flustered pinkish pink. choso licks his lips and you stare at his neatly set up monitor. “hi chat,” you tease, and dozens of comments stare to flood, asking if you’re the girlfriend he keeps rambling about. with an eyebrow raise, you hum. “girlfriend?”

“sh— ignore them,” he grunts, and he grabs onto your arm. in a shaky breath, choso speaks in an almost needy whisper. “can . . i use your hand? sorry if that’s weird. you just- you have really nice hands,” and once you simper, giving him a nod, he softly grabs ahold of your wrist. choso couldn’t wait any longer, he didn’t really care if things felt rushed—with another lip bite, he hands you the plastic cock ring. “put . . can you put this on me ‘n stroke me off? mhm, ‘m close ‘n it might help.”

“ooh, a cock ring?” you stare at the toy in hand, a thumb feeling against the stretchy material. choso prepares to inhale once you stretch it out, playing with the buttons on it. your eyes briefly light up once you notice that it can really vibrate. oh, he was gonna whine for sure.

putting it around his dick, it flings a bit before you grab ahold of his base—it’s pretty, a vein runs down the very center and you can’t help but give his tip a little kiss. “mwah,” you smooch, even going far as to sliding your tongue against his sensitive frenulum. his tip was leaky, you taste a bit of his bitterly sweet precum before you turn the ring on its medium setting. once the whirring buzzes of the toy vibrates, you leer up at him. “mhm, ‘s this okay, ‘cho?”

“y- yes, kiss it more please. use your t- tongue,” and as he exhales deeply, his chest falters back. your tongue feels so good. with the mixture of added vibrations, he wasn’t gonna last two seconds. the maddening ringing in his ears was so high pitched that it was almost equivalent to tinnitus. whining, he grabs a fist full of your hair before you start to open your lips apart. choso watches with glossy eyes as you lower your head onto his length, taking him into your warm welcoming mouth. “mhm, such a nasty little t- throat,” and his voice cracks—even his attempt at dirty talk was adorable. choso then gawks back up at his audience, thousands of viewers praising choso for being so whiney, with a few comments praising how pretty you looked.

he never told you, but he told his fans that you were his girlfriend, every single stream. you were just his roommate, but he liked imagining you and him were together. a little fantasy of his.

your throat was a force to be reckoned with. it was warm and narrow, so perfect for his long inches. you almost gag a bit as he’s lightly pushing you back and down—yet he pauses every few seconds to ask if it’s too much or if you’re okay. choso was lengthy, a bit of girth and you were already slobbering on his dick. the constant teeth-shattering vibrations of the cock ring that’s wrapped around his base makes him whimper. “mphm,” you make a muffled noise, feeling him sloppily drag your head down back and forth. you’re trying to speak but choso nervously smiles.

“b- baby, don’t talk with your mouth so . . full, ‘s rude,” he swallows, feeling the inside of his throat become dry. and of course, choso barely lasts.

the pulsing in his cock only surges, and within minutes he’s already a mess—he ends up finishing early, shooting a whopping load into your mouth. it’s gooey and comes out in stringy ropes. it coats all on the back of your tongue and you’re slurping it all up. “s-so good,” he whines, and choso’s looking down at you with literal heart eyes dilating in his irises. with that throat of yours, he was already in love. he’s heavily panting, and he closes his laptop before making your bobbing head get off his length. with the cock ring still jittering against his length, he gingerly grabs you by the neck, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. despite its deepness, it was sensual. immediately, choso sucks against your tongue. half-lidded eyes staring up at you before he moans, tasting the remnants of his own cum on your lips. a free hand shakily rubs against your neglected cunt. “t- thank you,” he mewls, sable strands of hair sticking against his forehead. huffing out a single breath, he squeezes your cunt before making you wrap a leg around his waist. “i want more though. i want y- you.”

GOJO ✩ SATORU & SUGURU ✩ GETO.

with them both, they’re both major sluts.

it goes without saying that where there’s gojo there’s geto. in this case, they’d both be top camboys. fighting over the number one spot of being at the top. but as of now, they’d both be fighting between your legs. fighting over who can eat you out better.

they’d position their monitor in a good angle so that their thousands of viewers can see you with your legs all sprawled out.

“f-fuuck,” you whine, feeling each of their tongues clash and swipe against your saturated entrance. you were living every girl’s dream—as you ogle down toward your two best friends, you comb a hair through geto’s messy strands. with a tight yanking grip, you pull his hair up. “like that sugu, wanna feel your piercing more.”

“hmph,” gojo pouts, using a broad hand to pry your legs apart even further. you’d already came about four times. four times the two of them snatched out such dangerously pleasurable orgasms. with your head throwing itself back, you feel gojo starting to suck against your clit. gojo’s getting aroused himself. a free hand of his reaching down, creeping inside of his boxers.

the difference between gojo and geto—gojo was more of a clit biter, geto was more of a clit kisser.

where gojo’s sloppy sucks and slurps against your cunt would occur, they’d soon turn into playful bites and nibbles. “stop hoggin’ her, suguboo,” he grumbles, the cutest pout squeezing against his facial expressions. geto’s got a sly grin, feeling you tug all on his hair. as his face runs back and forth against your cunt, his chin pouring down with a sheeny slick of your slit, he kisses your pussy. a variety of smooches that makes you pulse right on their tongues.

“make me, pretty boy.”

they’d always bicker, always,

you’re struggling to stay still, squirming from the stimulation and it’s making your mouth water. you were sure they were gonna give you another orgasm within no time.

with your tummy heaving sporadically in and out at such irregular intervals, you let off a whiney whimper. gojo nibbles down against your cunt, and he suddenly pauses once he feels geto’s tongue flick against his. “eh. dude—”

“what, you want me to give you attention too or something?” geto shrugs, and you feel the long edges of his fingernails trace against your skin.

seductively, he gently uses the tip of his finger to carve into your leg, pretending he’s writing the four letters of his name on your flesh.

circling against your skin, he pushes his tongue in further before he’s nose deep—bedaubing all over and against your slick. “mhm, fuckin’ soaked for us.” and a thumb of his drags down your swollen, pulsing clit. your cunt continues to weep and beg for more, you’re so close—your orgasm was on the very tip of your tongue. you could almost taste it.

gojo’s still got the same pouty glower on his face as the two of them delve their twitching pink tongues into your cunt. hot, feverish breaths fan and aerate against your pussy before he cranes his head toward geto, mumbling in a cheeky tone. “you wanna kiss me so bad.”

“maybe i do.” geto rolls his eyes—and a dozen invisible question marks float over your head as your two best friends were literally flirting.

right in front of your salad—well in the case, right in front of your pussy.

by now, you’d all forgotten they were still live, hence the deafening pinging sounds of donations and notifications bringing you straight back to reality. staring down at them both, geto and gojo were still between your legs before they lean in to kiss. immediately, gojo folds before whining into geto’s tongue as the moving muscles dance amongst each other. for some reason, as they’re making out and still eating you out, it makes you throb. gojo’s pretty lashes flutter close, and they take turns with claiming each other’s lips and sucking against your pussy.

but that only lasts for a second or two—as they’re still having their lips locked, a hand of geto’s slides up gojo’s shirt, chuckling against his lips. furrowing your brows, it’s now your turn to pout. “um?? hello. did you guys just forget about me?”

[callmenigma]

Brat

You teased him all day, now it's time to pay. Pairing: Baby Saja x Fem!Reader Warning: Slight brat taming

*

The door had barely clicked shut behind you when he was on you.

Not rushed. Not rough.

Deliberate. Devout.

Baby moved like a force of nature—silent, coiled, certain. His hands found your waist, warm and firm, guiding you back through the apartment like he already knew exactly how this was going to end. You barely made it three steps before the backs of your knees met the bed.

Your breath hitched. He felt it.

The tremble in your legs, the way you instinctively leaned into him, the stubborn rise of your chin even as your pupils dilated, lips parted, breath shaky. Still trying to play coy. Still trying to hold the upper hand, just for a moment longer.

Gods, he loved that about you.

You’d been such a brat all day.

Not a single complaint from your lips—but oh, the looks you gave him. The smug little glances when he told you no. The slow shift of your thighs under the table, the way you batted your lashes when he warned you not to push him. You didn’t beg, not even once. Not out loud.

But he heard it anyway.

In your silence. In your obedience. In your defiance, soft as it was.

And now—now he was done watching you squirm.

“You were testing me,” he murmured, brushing your hair back from your flushed face as he lowered you to the sheets. His voice was deep, edged with something primal—something ancient. “You wanted to see how far you could go before I snapped.”

Your lips curved, just a little.

He saw it. That defiant sparkle in your eye, even now.

It made him growl.

“You think you’re clever, doll?” he breathed, crawling over your body with a predator’s grace. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, caging you in. “You think I didn’t feel what you were doing all day?”

His lips touched your throat, and you gasped, fingers gripping the sheets.

“You’ve been soaked since morning,” he hissed against your skin. “Sweet, aching little thing, thinking you could tease me like that and walk away untouched?”

You whimpered.

“Oh no. No, no, mouse,” he purred, dragging your shirt over your head with reverent slowness. “You don’t get to stir a demon and think there won’t be consequences.”

His hands slipped lower—over your hips, down your thighs, tugging your pants and underwear in one smooth pull. You tried to keep that bratty edge, you really did. Tried to bite your lip and play it cool.

But he saw how your hips lifted for him.

Smelled the heat pouring off your skin in waves—wild, divine, maddening.

“You smell like need,” he growled, nostrils flaring. “Like you’ve been leaking for me all damn day. Don’t you know what that does to me?”

Your breath hitched again. “Maybe…”

He laughed, dark and rich, like thunder under your skin.

“You love driving me mad, don’t you?” he whispered as he kissed a line down your belly. “You want to be pushed down, spread open, tamed.”

You bit your lip. You nodded. Barely.

His hand slid between your legs, slow and unforgiving. One touch and he hissed, fingers slick with your arousal.

“Fuck,” he groaned, voice raw with obsession. “This—this is mine, isn't it?”

“Y-yes,” you gasped.

He climbed back over you, pinning you with his weight, his hips settling between your thighs. He cradled the back of your head like you were a thing made of glass—fragile, precious, breakable.

“I’m going to take care of you now,” he whispered, his voice velvet and fire, heavy with promise. “No more games. No more teasing.”

And then—he pushed in.

Slow. Deep. Deliberate.

You cried out, body arching, wrapping around him like a wave pulled by the moon. His name—Baby—broke from your lips in a moan, and he shuddered against you, clutching you tighter.

“You feel too fucking good,” he growled, moving now, steady and relentless. “So warm, so tight… my perfect little brat. Mine to break. Mine to love.”

You clung to him, nails digging into his back, your moans rising with every thrust—sweet and breathless and breaking.

“That’s it,” he whispered against your ear, kissing the shell. “Let me take care of you, doll. Let me ruin you for anyone else.”

And he did.

Again. And again. Until your body was trembling and soft beneath him, your lips parted in a dazed, wrecked smile.

Completely undone—by the touch of a demon who would never, ever stop worshipping the brat who drove him mad.

*

This is my first trying with Baby, tell me if its bad! Thank you!

[konigsblog]

TW: NON-CON, SOMNOPHILIA, AFAB!F!READER. 18+

Somnophilia with König (🌽 link)

König is a man with needs. He can't go without your sweet, loveable cunt for longer than a day otherwise he's left sexually frustrated and pent up. Your adorable pussy is a coping mechanism for his frustrations and trauma, an outlet for his pleasure, anger, and sadness.

You looked tempting while asleep in bed. König admired the relaxed and calm expression on your face, what he was about to disturb due to his own selfishness. He unfastened his belt slowly, rubbing the your glistening cunt in small circles. You were a fool to fall asleep naked in bed knowing how horny he becomes at the sight of you. it seems that you haven't learnt from your mistake, Engel. He couldn't help himself, he just hopes that you'll understand his desires.

Each thrust feels heavenly. König is left in a state of delirium and confusion as he ruts into your drooling pussy. His fingers grip your hair tightly and angle your face so that he can watch out for discomfort, towering above your bent over figure while carefully watching your facial expressions. He grits his teeth at the tightness of your pulsing walls, cursing himself for being so cruel. “I’m so sorry, Mäuschen. You know I can’t help myself, I’m a pervert” Guilt washes over König who lowers his head in shame as he ploughs his swollen cock into your folds selfishly, too depraved to stop himself.

You're tighter when you're sleeping, it's something he's noticed. You're unaware of how often this happens, how repetitive it is for König. He can't seem to pull out as he continues, growing addicted to the gummy feeling of your insides and the warm slick coat left dripping for his aching dick.

“You’re so adorable, little mouse. Your body knows that it belongs to me, even when you’re asleep.”

[dykeriver]

can i just say… gamer!ellie playing something or another on her desktop when you crawl between her legs and pull her loose boxers down (and now, she’s gaming, obviously she isn’t wearing any pants). she’s so preoccupied with her game that she doesn’t even process what you’re doing, eyes glued to the screen. she finally notices when you part her thighs, blowing a cold gust of air on her exposed cunt. she’s already a little wet and you smile. ���babe wh-” is all she can get out before you’re diving in, her slick salty-sweet against your tongue. she whimpers, dropping her hands to your hair and gently clenching two fistfuls of it. “no. play.” you tell her, bringing your fingers to her now sopping wet pussy, sliding into her velvety hole with two fingers. she chokes out this high, sweet sound, and shakily palms her mouse once again.

she obviously loses.

[eiightysixbaby]

i’ve been a feral animal lately so here’s this. huge cock eddie truther!! 18+ babes

“please…” you murmur, mouse-quiet on the mattress of this near-stranger’s bed.

“oh, come on, honey,” his silky smooth voice envelops your head, invading your brain space. “you can do better than that, i’m sure.”

to punctuate his words, he slowly rubs the leaking head of his cock through your folds, for what feels like the millionth time now. you’re unreasonably wet, maybe about five minutes from soaking through his bedsheets, and there’s perspiration blotting your forehead.

to say you weren’t expecting to be in this position tonight is an understatement. at first it was just a friendly stranger at a bar, noticing you by yourself and offering to buy you a drink.

and then one drink became two became three, and friendly small talk became stories of how you got that scar on your knee and how he broke three bones in the fifth grade.

and now, suddenly, you’re here. on his bed in his dimly lit room, fully naked and a little foggy from cumming on his tongue maybe ten minutes ago. the lighting from his single bedside lamp casts a faded orange glow across the room, and his sheets smell faintly of his cologne. distantly, you catch the whiff of a long put-out cigarette.

his thick, heavy cock nudges your clit, forcing a harsh whine from your throat.

“please, eddie,” you beg again, your body wriggling slightly in frustration.

“please what?” he asks, shit-eating grin spreading across his face. big brown eyes putting you in a trance and keeping you there.

you huff, but your annoyance is half-hearted. you don’t have the energy to put your all into it, all you can truly focus on is how badly you want him.

“eddie, come on. i need you,” you whine, gasping sharply at another slick glide of his tip through your folds.

“you need me? what do you need from me?” he asks, lips so tantalizingly close to your ear, his teeth taking the softest nibble. it sends a shiver straight down your spine and to your center, your toes curling where they rest towards the end of the mattress.

“i need,” you swallow, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “i need your huge cock inside of me, please.” your voice comes out sounding strangled, your breaths shallow as his lips press to your neck over and over. “i need you to give it all to me, right the fuck now.”

“fuck, baby,” he grumbles against your skin. his fingers dig in to your hips, your breath hitching. “is that right? need my big dick filling you up?”

“yes,” you pant, feeling him twitch slightly against you. “fuck me, eddie, please.”

“well, since you asked so nicely,” he says, nose brushing your cheek, hot flush of breath fanning your face.

your mouth drops open at the slow intrusion of him, finally, into your soaking core. pressing so deep inside of you, hitting every spot you needed him to hit. filling you to completion, a moan leaving your lips as if it was desperate to come out.

“there, sweet thing. nice and full of me,” he rasps, one ringed hand coming up to squeeze your neck. “now what do you say?”

“t-thank you,” you pant, your body squirming with the need for him to move.

“good fucking girl,” his voice an octave deeper now, you swear. gravelly with need. “you just lay there and look pretty for me, honey. i’m gonna ruin you.”