#thereee we go

[groovygladiatorsheep]

I would say the star trio ; but there’s also Aster… | It’s been a while, folks !

Meeeet them again !!!!! Pearl, DreamBerry ; Evenstar, DreamInk and Puddle, InkBerry !

They’re all here ready to cause trouble !! I have a lot more that I have done and that I will do, I’m just hesitant to post em…

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Credits.

Dream belongs to - Joku

Swap belongs to - The CommunityTM

Ink belongs to - @comyet

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Info.

Pearl —

- Pearl was a golden child, the sweet star of her family ! She often puts pressure on herself to be the best.

- She/Her girly !

- She is as of now a married adult with kids. She does keeps contact with the rest of her family !

- Pearl wings can flaps when she feels happy <3

Evenstar —

- Evenstar is chaotic neutral ! They enjoy and feasts on positive aus, their flame core feeding off the happiness and praises of creators. Since Flame -> Passion…

- They/Them sprinkle with a he/they at times.

- They have a hand pocket mirror which allows people who see themselves in it to see the goodness in them. The mirror doesn’t work too well, though…

Puddle —

- Puddle turns into a, well, puddle when saddened or experiencing strong emotions ! Their star eyelights will be the only visible thing.

- Any/All pronouns !

- His eyelights grows in the dark ! They can also shine will in puddle form.

- Puddle to misuse the world vernacular to make up xeir own lexicon.

[shrimpimage]

ough... uv reactive fursona.... (he/him)

[reblog-house]

The Grian-only to Scar-obsessed pipeline is real and more people should go through it. I know I did.

[under-the-ladder]

Damn, Nemo's post-esc material, even if sparse, is pure quality

[darabeatha]

I want u all to see h i m

[valorxdrive]

"I am perfectly calm." No he is not.

Sora also hadn't believed that, not for a single second. Above many others, outside of the progenitor source of what compelled the lost wielder to take the state of a phantasmal knight, he'd be one of the few who actively lived and understood the raw extent of these emotions.

Whether they were echoes or a heavily prevalent shard, their existence burned at the very borders of the current plane and the dimension beyond. Just being within their presence alone would be enough to suffocate even decently strong Heartless into misty remnants. Underneath such an extent of Heart power, the Keybearer holds firm, a resilient heart of his own withstanding due to not only the connections made, but the equally hellish trials that tempered it into the metaphysical light it contently remains as.

"You don't have to be." Sora begins, cutting the oppressive force of that ghastly tone with a humane note, holding every intention to ensure such a signal reaches the depths of their being. "Even emotions like that can create incredible things-- And if Xehanort has anything to do with the reason." A gloved hands draws forth as he instinctively calls to the depths of his being.

A sacred chime and a whimsical flourish of light signifies the arrive of another good companion of his; The Keyblade. The Kingdom Key situates seamlessly within his grip, it's very presence exuding brighter scintillation despite the rivers of risk this situation brings. There was a promise of bloodshed, of high skill, of spirit being exemplified whenever its presence is beckoned.

Most times anyways, Sora was a wielder that lets the instrument taste all sorts of experiences.

"We'll need all the strength we can get. Doesn't matter if I need to help out with the worst of it!" The declaration was of a warrior not engulfed by pride. No, this leveled confidence was of a culmination, of certainty, coalescing to a foundation where even his bouts of waning self-confidence was banished. As he situated into his battle posture, feet braced and the toothed edges of blade leveled towards the Lingering Will, a soft sigh expels.

Once more would this holy land of all Keyblade Wielders be witness to a spectacular clash.

"I'll remind you why you wield that anger!"

@arsocalum

[psuejo]

❥ toji “homewrecker” fushiguro </3

it’s becoming a problem.

the sly looks, the ones where it always takes him a second too long to stop staring at your ass when you walk past or your tits when you show up to a birthday dinner in a low cut dress; the small smirks he throws your way, rugged scar stretching at the corner and making your traitorous heart (and pussy) throb; the compliments that always teeter far too close to being something far more than just friendly, but never topples over that line because if toji fushiguro is anything, he is careful.

you thought you could ignore it. you’ve been ignoring it for years now, ever since you and your current husband got engaged. whatever lingering feelings you had during college for toji are long buried, shoved deep, deep down in the recesses of your heart and locked away in a cold, metal box. what’s in the past is in the past, and that’s where it should stay.

you’re better than this. you know you are.

yet you can’t ignore the heat of toji’s touches, the way his hand presses against the small of your back or waist when he’s squeezing past you in the kitchen, nearly slipping down to your ass, or how he always hugs you just a little too tight, like he can’t stand to let you go. it’s even worse when the two of you are alone, that broad hand gently squeezing your inner thigh or thick arm thrown behind your seat, fingers toying with a few strands of your hair, as if it’s natural; normal, despite the both of you knowing it’s not.

far from it, really.

every word, every look, every touch toji fushiguro says, gives, or makes is undeniably intimate, something that’s only noticeable to you, bafflingly enough.

it’s wrong. of course it is. what kind of woman, what kind of wife would you be if you let this go on?

a disloyal, adulterous one, and that’s certainly not you. you’d never betray your loving husband like that, especially not with his own lifelong best friend.

you need to reject toji.

so you try. keyword being try because, despite you insisting that he should stop, that nothing will ever happen between you and that he should stay far, far away, he only comes closer and closer until he’s got you against the wall, soft breath mingling with yours and those sharp, emerald eyes locked onto yours.

“do ya really mean that, doll?”

you gulp, ears burning. the answer to that question is obvious:

no. no, you don’t mean it. if you did, you wouldn’t be here. you would’ve just told your husband and let him handle it.

you want him, just as much as he wants you, and you both know it.

fuck it.

you let toji kiss you, big hands holding the curve of your waist like they’ve always belonged there. you let him scoop you up into his strong arms and carry you to his bedroom, sloppy mouth on yours all the way there.

you let him lay you down and eat you out like a man on death row, thick fingers and strong tongue all desperate to stretch that drooling hole, even as you beg him to just fuck you already.

“ngh, toji, h-hurry up!”

a warm chuckle that goes right to your sensitive clit. “just—” smooch! “one more—” slurp! “a’ight?”

and when toji does get to fucking you, it’s heavenly — all eight, heavy inches dragging through your slick, gummy walls with every precise thrust of his hips. the stretch to accommodate his girth is painful, but that only heightens your pleasure, making you clamp down on him like a vice.

god, you’ve never been so cockdrunk in your life, eyes rolled back and jaw slack, allowing each and every unholy noise to tumble unobstructed from your soft lips like music to toji’s ears.

it’s truly a miracle his restraint held out this long.

“mmm, f-fuck, yes!”

“thereee we go. atta girl. tell me how good ya feel, baby.”

finally, when you cum, hard and blindingly fast, you let yourself get engulfed in your orgasm while toji spills into you with a low grunt and a bite to the meat of your shoulder, pumping that temporarily empty womb with his white-hot seed.

you let toji swing a wrecking ball into your marriage, let him split your picture-perfect home into two. after all, it’ll crumble anyway when that baby is born with black hair and grumpy green eyes, right?

[moechies]

you ride toji so bad but he doesn’t even care because all he wants is to see his pretty little lady on top ♡ cw photo taking

“fuck darlin.’ pretty little lady, aren’t cha?”

you whine. soft tender hands press against the big of his chest, your manicured nails occasionally digging into the soft skin when his pudgy tip kisses against your cervix. your humping his sore cock, barely able to lift your hips high enough to properly plummet your pussy onto his cock and he can’t feel any of it besides your constant clenches around his cock. your thighs are quivering with a mixture of fervor and pain, clenching down each and everytime you feel toji’s warm balls slap against your ass.

“daddy, please..” you sigh, shaking your head slightly. your eyes roll back slowly, and you don’t even seem to realize the little drip of drool painting your chin. “t—tired, help me…”

he chuckles, shaking his head and you only whine. “no, keep going baby.” he grumbles, left hand coming up to grope at your tit and pinch at your hardened nipple. his right hand reaches behind to fondle at your ass, his touch making your writhe. “no.. n’more.” you whine, too much, you whimper under your breath.

“stop complaining, or i’ll make you ride me right. y’r doin’ terrible, but you’re lucky y’r so damned cute.” his right hand gives your ass a couple of taps filled with warning, making you cry out in frustration.

you do as your told, aimlessly humping his cock until your weak humps turn into useless grinds.

“‘m sorry daddy, c—can’t!” you squeal.

toji simply smiles, tuning out your whines as he admires your plush body, the curvature of your tummy and sweaty flush skin. your panting softly, big doe eyes shamefully looking into his as a silent plead for help. their watery, your eyelashes fluttering to blink your tears away. your bottom lip is swollen from his messy kisses, quivering gently as you sniffle.

you’re gleaming under the soft, warm light coming from the lamp besides him, below on the bedside draw lays a couple polaroids from your date earlier and the pink polaroid camera.

“whatta sight for sore fuckin’ eyes, darlin.’”

you whine, eyes following his left hand reaching at the pastel camera. “let me take a couple pictures baby. jus’ f’me. then i’ll fuck ya right, just like i know ya need it.”

you sniffle, whining in embarrassment but he doesn’t wait for a yes. he presses the button to turn on the camera just as you had taught him a couple months ago, pointing the lens directly at your face, capturing your gleaming tits and torso. out of habit, your left arm covers across your face, “cover y’rself and i can fuckin’ promise you won’t be cummin’ anytime soon.” toji growls, a primal hint in his voice for the very first time tonight. you only whimper, lowering the limb. “there we go. smile, baby.”

and you do, give a cheeky grin with no teeth, arms tightening against your sides to push your tits tight. the flash goes off, and the photo is printing before you can even blink. toji hums, “my good girl. you know what i like hm?”

you do.

toji tugs out the polaroid, placing it on the bedside table.

“lift that ass and let me see that pussy creamin’ round me. last one.” you whine again but obey, using his chest as leverage as you lift yourself onto your knees. a loud shlick elicits from the movement, revealing your clenching pussy around toji’s girth. it’s messy, the way his cum rings around the base of his cock and tacts itself on the fat of your pussy lips. his favorites — his girl and his cunt a mess. a photo of each.

“please…” you whine.

his left thumb comes to spread at your left pussy lip, revealing the tight grip the soft muscle has around him, hugging his cock’s each and every vein. “thereee we go. good girl.” you whimper as the flash goes off again, the lewd photo printing. before you know it, you’re flipped onto your back.

“the fuckin’ woman you are. yer gonna be the death of me. hm?” toji grits. you can’t even process the praise before he’s pummeling his cock balls deep into your pussy, just because he knows how much you love it. ♡

[fairytsuk1]

play fighting with katsuki<3

katsuki had said time and time again, "don't wanna hurt you on accident, baby. cut it out."

but you were relentless. you craved, needed and practically begged for katsuki to wrestle you to the ground as you flailed uselessly under him.

there was something about the way his forearms flexed as he pinned your wrists to the plush carpet of your home; katsuki would grin wickedly as he straddled you and brought his face centimeters from yours. "had enough yet?"

"nope," and you're worming your way from his gentle grip to kick up at his chest, though he catches your foot with ease. "hey, no fair! don't fold me!"

but he had already decided, you needed to be brought back down to earth. katsuki's hips solidly glue to yours as he leans over fully to bring your ankles by your ears. he had you folded like a pretzel. no matter how you squirmed and whined, katsuki had you in the most delicious mating press.

"yeah, i know, justtt fuckin' take it. you asked for this, nah, you begged for it."

he had you crying, hands pushing your thighs closer to your head as his cock drove into you over and over again. katsuki's a sweaty mess above you, tongue dipping out to lick at his lips while his eyes honed in on how your gummy walls gripped the base of his cock with each thrust.

"katsuki, kats', katsuki!! i can't, 's too much!"

"uh uh," he tuts and shifts his hips till he's angled upward and battering against that spongy spot deep inside you. "you wanted to fight, so we're fighting, baby. you're losing."

your face scrunches up and he grins cockily at your bleating whimper, "you're too strong! it's not fair!"

"not fair? 's not fair? awh, but weren't you just begging me to get on top of ya? you wanted this as much as i did."

you can't say no, in fact, you can't even reply as your husband fucks your brains out. his hips messily clap against yours with slick thumps against your ass; it smells of sweat and sex, and katsuki is reveling in your body as he rolls his fat cock deep into your guts.

"fuck, 'm in there, aren't i? fuuuck, i love fucking this sweet pussy. you just know what to do," he groans into your neck, hunckering over you to relentlessly pound you into your soft carpet.

"gonna cum, gonna cum!!"

you can barely reply to him, only able to feel how he fucks into your cunt with the ferocity of a man starved. a man in control, and you're delirious as you wrap yourself around katsuki as an anchor.

he knows your body, knows you're getting so close when your pretty feet curl into crescents and your head flies back—your hair splayed out on the ground and looking so delectable as the swan of your neck grows exposed.

"yeah, that's it, fuckin' cum on my cock. cum for your husband, you know you wanna give in."

and you do give in. hard. you're crying out and squirting from effort as your orgasm overtakes you. katsuki is right behind you, driving his hips deep one last time before spurting creamy white inside you. you can feel each pulse, and it drives you so wild that your eyes roll back.

"thereee we go," he grunts, hips twitching as he massages the backs of your thighs. katsuki lightly pats your cheek, thumb rubbing over the plump skin before pulling away.

"that was only round one, you know. i wanna go again," he's nosing at your jaw now, still having you pinned underneath him. "let's go again. come on, you can take me."

and you do, willingly. naturally, katsuki ends up tackling you to the ground with a joyful laugh, and all you can do is smile and let your man do what he does best. fight and fuck.

[bernardsbendystraws]

｡˚ʚ Bubble .ᐟ Reader x Chris

Chris loves your ass (and filling it)

⚠︎ smut, anal sex, anal creampie, first time, praise kink, possessive behavior, Chris being legit obsessed with ur 🍑

[ Can be read as standalone. Find part one here. ]

“Fuck!” you squeal. Chris laughs against you, the vibration of his chuckles humming against your sloppy folds as you squirm even more. 

A loud moan erupts from the back of your throat, the adjustment making sensations intensify. His tongue lapping hungrily at your pussy is fucking amazing. It’s even better with his fingers prodding into new territory. 

“Mmmmm,” Chris hums, working his fingers to slowly stretch out your ass. This is new—it’s different. At first you were scared, but now you’re utterly intrigued. “-doing so good, Bubs. Keep relaxing for me, ‘kay?” 

You nod and swallow. Every time you breathe, you become more aware of the unfamiliar intrusion. Any slight movement makes an unruly noise slip from your lips. 

“Thereee we go,” he coos, finally bottoming two of his fingers down to the knuckle in your tight hole. 

The squelching of the lube echoes as he gently curls his fingers inside of you, smirking as he watches your mouth draw into a wide circle of pleasure and shock. Your hands grasp for anything, your fingers twisting in his hair as he slowly starts to pump his digits inside of you with a steady rhythm. 

You already feel brutally full from just his fingers—you can’t even imagine how stuffed you’ll feel with his dick inside of you. 

“Keep breathing for me—yep, good girl—such a good girl,” he purrs, his cock pulsating against the mattress while he stares up at you from between your legs. 

Slowly leaning down, he lets his lips suction around your clit, leaving sloppy kisses as he feels you writhe beneath him. Every unholy noise from you makes his dick twitch. It’s heaven. Having you in such a vulnerable way is a dream—having you like this is a fantasy. 

Chris loves your ass. He’s been open and honest about it, but now you’re finally seeing to what extent. 

A subtle whine leaves your mouth as he slowly retracts his fingers. “It’s okay, baby. Gonna fill you up with something better, alright?” he taunts. 

Chris positions himself to hover over your body, the heat between your skin seeming electric as you feel a pulsating ache between your legs. You want to be filled.

“Ready?” 

His question is met with a firm nod, your hips mindlessly rolling in search of any sort of relief. Your body becomes rigid as you feel his tip align with your pussy, gliding further south until he reaches the place where his fingers had just occupied. 

“Deep breaths, okay?” he mentions, kissing the side of your cheek as he slowly starts to push the tip of his dick inward, hissing as he feels your tightness practically suffocating his hard length. 

“Oh—Chris!” you cry, your face scrunched with discomfort. It feels like you’re stuffed from just the tip. 

Leaning downward, Chris places his lips onto yours, capturing you in a kiss full of passion and comfort as he tries to ease more of his length inward. Small whines and whimpers push through your lips. Chris takes his time bottoming out, letting you adjust to small movements. 

“Fuck.” Chris is biting on his cheek hard—trying to keep himself together while finally bottoming out with his dick inside of your ass. It’s difficult to concentrate. He curses under his breath, looking up to see you completely dazed, your hands clasping onto his shoulders while you try to take deep breaths. 

The pit of your gut is on fire. You feel him start to move after you spare a slight nod, the sudden glide of his thick cock in your tight hole making you feel like a puddle of sensations. 

“God, baby—look at that,” he coos, praising while starting to rock his hips in and out of you, “-doing so good for me. Takin’ it like a champ, huh?”

The dirty talk only accompanies the overwhelming waves of pleasure. Discomfort fades. Each thrust feels better than that last, your hips lifting slightly to meet each of his movements. 

“Fuck—faster, Chris,” you moan, your eyes failing to stay on his as they roll backward, “-harder. Anything…p-please.”

Chris really wanted to do this. He’d fantasized about it countless times—but he never imagined it being as good as this. It’s fucking insane. You look so lost in pleasure, your body desperate and greedy as he slams into you harder and faster every time. 

“Mmmm, baby,” he rasps, out of breath as his head dips into the crook of your neck, his lips possessively sucking and nipping at the skin beneath your ear as he positions his hips differently. 

The slight adjustment makes you see fucking stars. Everything goes white, a hot bliss prickling at every inch of your body as a knot of pleasure rapidly builds in your gut. 

“Ch—chris!” you cry, your voice strained as he slams himself even harder into you, his pelvis creating a perfect friction against your swollen clit and slapping against the neglected, dripping entrance of your pussy. 

“You—you got it, Bubs,” he puffs, hypnotized by everything as his thrusts get sloppier, “-shit—you…you’re so wet and it’s leaking all the way on my dick—fuck.” 

It’s true. You’re so wet—enough to the point where the warm slick is trickling down and adding to the generous amount of lube coating his cock. 

“I—I—’m…gon–”

You can’t get the words out, you can’t even think of the words. All you can comprehend is how utterly full you feel—how good he’s fucking you into the bed as the headboard rattles against the wall. 

“C’mon,” Chris focuses on his movements, determined to make you finish as he tries to ignore the way his dick is throbbing inside you, “-want you to cum like this, want it—want it so bad.”

Your body cannot withstand any restraint. All muscles and limbs go stiff, your skin burning as you feel the waves of euphoria pummel over you in ways that make everything fade into ungodly sensations. 

“God—fuck, I—’m gon cum-cumming, shit!” Chris seethes, his hips stilling as he tenses himself to be buried as deep as possible inside of you. 

The warmth of his cum is apparent as he slowly retracts himself, careful and patient. He swallows as he finally removes his softening dick, his eyes glazing over as he watches his cum slowly drip from your spent hole. 

“Chrisss,” you whine, pulling his forearm in hopes of getting him to cuddle you quicker. You let out a dry laugh as you notice his hungry graze, attempting to close your legs and failing as he keeps you spread open, watching the creamy liquid oozing from you. “Chris!” you repeat, blushing with humiliation as he licks over his lips. 

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your ass, Bubs?” he questions, completely entranced at the sight of his seed leaking from your hole, “-cause I do. I really, really fucking do.”

A/N: I actually love this lmao. Anal without the actual pain afterwards is great. This is why fiction slays guys. SLAYYYYYYYYSSSS (if u can’t match my freak, pls quietly keep scrolling cuz I will cry ✨)

·˚ ༘ ʚ 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𖧧

꒰ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ꒱

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I’d be interested to see soft dom hiromi. But could I request he be written with y/n having a praise kink instead of degradation? I’d love being his good girl 😭 🩷🥹

The way Hiromi softly doms you

Tags: Hiromi x fem!Reader, praise kink, sub space, NO age regression, nsfw, mdni

An: I am SO sorry it took me so long to put this out 😭

• Hiromi works long hours as a defense attorney. Far too often he gets caught up in court, so when he does finally get home, he needs a good girl like you to cheer him up!

• As soon as he’s home, he wraps his cute girl up in a big hug, and he just holds you to his body for a while. He’s silently decompressing from his day and counting his blessings for getting to come home to you each and every evening.

• Hiromi doesn’t talk about work to his girl. If he needs to vent, he’ll call and rant to Nanami on his way home. The more ignorant you are to his struggles, the better. He doesn’t want you fussing over him, and he wants you to just enjoy being his perfect girl.

• Hiromi’s the type of dom to take off his coat after a long day, still wearing the rest of his suit before he takes a seat on the couch. He guides you to sit on his lap. “Tell me about your day, baby.”

• He runs his fingers through your hair, listening to you yap about your day. Of course, he lets you be a stay at home wife. He prefers it that way so that nothing takes your time or attention away from him.

• He truly listens to all the things you tell him, even the pointless things. “Oh no, I’m sorry the store was out of your favorite creamer, sweetness. I’ll pick you up some on my way home tomorrow.”

• “Such a brave girl.” while his fingers are giving you gentle head scratches.

• All of the sweet/cute nicknames, “baby”, “pretty girl”, “sweetheart”, “darling”, “pumpkin”.

• Hiromi doesn’t make you dress a certain way. His eyes light up seeing you in all types of clothes, even if they are a little revealing. “My love, I can’t keep my eyes off of you. You’re magnetic.”

• He definitely doesn’t let you shy away from compliments. “Look at me, baby… Thereee we go.. Such a pretty girl.”

• Is such a pleasure dom. He just wants to hear your sweet moans and cute breathy whimpers all the time :(

• He loves when you sit on his face. He literally doesn’t want to breathe. He just wants to get drunk off your essence and make you fall apart on his tongue over and over again.

• He’s the type to cum without being touched. He doesn’t need stimulation. All he needs is to know that you’re enjoying yourself so much.

• The only time Hiromi can be a little mean is when he makes you compliment yourself while taking his fat cock. “Say it. Come on… Say it for me, angel. I’ll stop if you don’t say you’re the prettiest girl in the world.”

• Hiromi’s the type to mount you and give you the sweetest forehead kisses while he fucks you from behind, whispering all the praise in your ear, “Keep being so good for me.. That’s it…”, “Oh, you feel fucking incredible, angel.”, “God, I love how you take me. I’m so proud of you.”

• The. Aftercare. King. Hiromi’s the type to clean you off while telling you how lucky he is to have you and how beautiful you are. He doesn’t run a bath just yet. Instead, he holds you in his arms and watches whatever you want to watch whether that’s TikTok, your comfort streamer, or something on TV. He’s there and present with you the entire time.

Taglist: @theuniversesnepobaby @airandyeah

[cherrxboy]

I had this idea and I HAD to write it because I know my bitchass would NOT write it any other time (it's 5 in the morning and I haven't slept)

CW: explicit smut, I think - GN!reader - Mean!Satoru - uhhh rough seggs - Toru being an asshole - eating out/bj/whatever (reader receiving) - overstimulation I believe - a bit (probably a lot) of degrading/humiliation and stuff... he calls you a slut like two times - pet names used: baby, sweets, love - he refers to himself as "daddy" once but there's nothing else about that - mentions of death but like he's just joking - aftercare. (Not proofread) tell me if I missed anything!

English is my second language and I'm sleep deprived auauughh this is probably shit but I hope you enjoy hehe cause I personally love mean!Satoru he makes me go tehehehhehwojspsjpsj. Sorry if there are any typos ;((

♡

We've all read the fics, we've all seen the man, we've watched the show and I can't get this image outta my head, this little broken tape going off in my brain that Satoru is one of the biggest meanies when y'all are going at it. Doesn't matter what you are, what's in your pants, if you're giving or taking– he's mean.

Satoru is the type of guy that would keep you spread for him while he goes down on you, not caring if your thighs start to cramp or your legs feel sore. At some point it's not even about your pleasure anymore. He just wants to see how far he can push you, what new faces you can make, what little noises he can take out of you and Oh his favorite: how many times can he make you cum with just his mouth in a certain time limit.

He starts going and counts, each and every one of your orgasms, while also keeping track of the time. He's the strongest, he's definitely broken some records and one thing he really loves is breaking his own records. How many times can he make you cum in 15 minutes? How about 10? How about 2?!

"C'mon, love..."

"just one more, yeah? Oh I know, I know it's hurting but I'm almost breaking my last record, isn't that amazing??"

"Puh-leaseee? I'm making you feel good too, aren't I? Don't deny it, babe. I'm pretty sure everyone heard us with how loud you were being."

"No no no, I'm not saying it's baaad. Actually, makes me curious about how many noise complaints we can get in a week–"

Satoru is the type of guy to literally make fun of you while he's rearranging your guts. The type of guy that laughs in your face when you're crying all prettily, telling him that 'oh you can't take it' or how 'it's too big!' He's folding you in half at this point, not even letting you look away, hide your face in the pillows or anything as one of his hands keeps you still for him and the other holds onto your face, cupping you cheeks and squishing them together to make your face all pouty and adorable; you're just drooling and your eyes keep rolling back but Oh you better pay attention to him otherwise he's slowing down until you're begging for him to go faster and harder.

His thrusts suddenly become so weak and lazy and it's just not enough but he doesn't care, doesn't care that it practically hurts him too, he just wants to see you try and beg him to move with that fucked out lil brain of yours.

"Ah- Ah- Ah~! Harder, Toru! Puh-leaseee, faster, daddy!" As he giggles and mimics your voice (very horribly).

"Oh it's too big? But you're taking it so well, love, look at you! Shiiit~ I'm all the way in your tummy, see? Yeahhh well maybe you can't with all those tears but I definitely can."

"Hey, eyes on me, sweets– thereee we go~ Lemme see your pretty face, yeah?"

"What was that? Oh you're gonna cum? Again? That's a bit rude, baby, don't you think? You're being really greedy tonight. But it's okay, you can cum~ I'm feeling generous tonigt."

Satoru is the type of guy to pull on your hair when he's fucking you from behind, just to bring you closer to himself and make your back arch almost uncomfortably, just to whisper dirty ass shits in your ears that he knows would get you off.

He's got you on all fours and his free hand is on your ass, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh as he pounds into you, sometimes giving it a little smack, groaning and moaning deeply against your neck and sometimes whimpering if you give a roll of your own hips as well. He's not shy and doesn't see why some guys hold back their moans... you seem to like it a lot, so he definitely won't stay quiet.

"Fuuuck baby~ you're so tight and so fucking warm– mmm! I'm gonna break you... uh-huh, you're gonna stay here in bed for at least a week, sweets. And I'm gonna take good care of you, yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Staying here, full of my cum as we just cuddle and hide away from the world... I'll give you load after load, baby, as many as you want~"

"Taking my cock so fucking well, like a good little slut– no no no, don't you dare run away, sweets~ fuckkk... I can feel you squeezin' me, baby. You like when I call you that? Like when I treat you like the lil slut you are?"

"Oh fuck– please, give it to me sweets, please! Wanna feel you, baby, wanna feel you tightening up– shiiit.. just like that! I'm gonna fill you up so good~ just a little more, 'k? You can take it... yeah you can, good job~"

Satoru is the type of guy that's mean during sex but Oh so sweet afterwards. Man does not care how many rounds you've all been through or how tired he is... he's giving you a nice warm bath and a massage because he just can't have his sweet partner be in pain, can he?

He talks all that shit about making you unable to walk but god he thinks he'd die if he had to stay in bed with you for a whole day! He loves you, don't get me wrong. He loves spending time with you and just being with you merely in your presence but he's an active person to say the least and he can't just sit still for more than 10 minutes!

So you best believe he's giving you the best aftercare as soon as you guys are done. A glass of water to sooth your throat, soft towels to clean you up with, a nice warm bath along with a massage to make sure you won't be sore by the next few hours and finally he takes you to bed and cuddles you, kissing you all over your face and mumbling little "I love you"s again and again and again.

"You were so good for me today... such an angel. God, I'm so lucky to have you."

"I love you, you know that, right? I love you so much. You're the best thing that happened to me. I love you... did I mention that I love you??"

"If you ever leave me I'm gonna cry myself to death and then haunt you in your dreams and possibly fuck you there if you let me. Sorry, was that too descriptive? I just love you so much, sweets. You can't blame a guy for loving his amazing wonderful perfect sexy partner, can you?"

♡

First post and it's a thirst daaaamn. I'm not making a good first impression y'all I'm sorry 😞☝️

[digiflora]

╭┄──── 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔! ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

featuring. genshin men 〆 wc. 1.2k

art creds. こは on twt 〆 contains. suggestiveness and brief smut!!, toxic fwb dynamics, jealousy

gia's notes. i drank too much coffee and now i feel sick and can't sleep ughhhhh 😞😞 n e ways enjoy these headcanons while i work on a proper fic (kinda) about this premise :3. i was gonna write more for this but then i kinda ran out of juice so... y'all rocking with this ⁉️⁉️

╰┄➤ ❝ request. anon 〆 HELLOOO I read your friends with benefits angst and IF UR COMFORTABLE WITH IT could u write if they found out you had someone else on the side as well? If they’d care, if they’d be bothered by it and just little headcanons and stuff, anyways, I hope u have a good day/night !!! 🎀❤️:3 ❞

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ HE’S COMPLETELY FINE WITH IT… RIGHT?

-these guys are your most dependable to get into a friends with benefits relationship with, simply because they’re very good at drawing a distinction between being around you to fuck and maybe cuddle afterwards, versus wanting something more

-and before this had all started, you had drawn out some very distinct ground rules

-one. if you start to catch feelings, tell the other person

-two. If you start fucking someone else, tell the other person

-three. ESPECIALLY if you’re doing it raw with number two

-and this has you wringing your hands pathetically in your lap, fingers twisting themselves into knots as you can barely meet the eye of the man that you had called to come over a mere twenty minutes ago

-he wasn’t stupid- the fact that you hadn’t yanked him into your place by his shirt before ripping it off of him made it clear that the nature of his visit was… not for the ordinary reason

-another great sign was the way your leg bounced incessantly, eyes darting everywhere in the room but him as you chewed at the edge of your thumbnail

-the silence was killing him, though, so he decided to put an end to it

-he calls your name, trying to be stern though you can both hear the playful edge to his voice. he also plants a warm hand on your knee, enough to make you finally look up into his eyes

-”you gonna tell me which rule we need to talk about today?”

-your eyes widen, gaze darting off to the side once again and he chuckles at your bashfulness

-fuck, had you really been so obvious?

“look, i understand, honestly i’d fall for me too if i were you, what with the way i fuck-”

-“-it’s rule two”

-and back to silence

-”ah. i see”

-you’re scanning his face now

-you weren’t even sure that you knew what you wanted him to be feeling right now. jealous? hesitant? indifferent?

-”and are there… any other rules you need to mention?” the silence hangs heavy in the air, any of the other numbers you could mention opening doors to such avenues that you firmly wanted locked right now

-”no”

-you look him in the eyes for this, again. you didn’t ave anything to hide

-and you watch with surprise at the honest to god grin that crosses his features, as if you had given him a birthday gift early

-”well,” he begins, shifting his weight to face you, knees brushing yours as his hand begins to travel further up, smoothing over your thigh

-”that’s a relief to hear”

-”it is?” you sound breathless, and he uses this as an excuse to lean in closer as if to hear you better, only to whisper his own words right into your ear

-”i must be your favourite, because you’re going to have to definitely mention that rule three to him”

-your scandalised retort dies on your lips when his head dips lower, lips and tongue latching onto your neck, tracing patterns and leaving love bites in his wake

-”thereee we go, that’s more like it,” he chuckles into your skin again, hands leveraging you onto his lap so that he can continue his ministrations

-he’ll have your brain so muddled by the end of tonight that you’ll question why you even needed a rule two in the first place

-and maybe, just maybe, when you do break things off with whoever he was, you’d need to stipulate a rule one as well

KAEYA, ayato, WRIOTHESLEY, capitano, itto, THOMA, zhongli

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ THE LOVERBOY… WHO’S DEFINITELY NOT HEARTBROKEN!!!

-sleeping with him, even in this little undisclosed fling, is sweet

-you can tell that he cares about you, more than whether you cum or not, and there’s adoration in his eyes when he runs his hands all over your body

-it’s enough to twist that little knife in your chest that much further every time he bites his lips when the two of you are making love

-(fucking, you would correct him hastily)

-you see how hard he fights to keep what he wants to say inside of him as you ride him, hips slow and sensual before slamming back down against his thighs

-you see the way his brows crease, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels you clench around him, a strangled moan just managing to escape him

-and when he cums, deep inside you, you’re left with the cloying taste of guilt in your mouth when he kisses you feverishly before anything else, like a lover

-and it breaks your heart to do this, it really does, but you have to remind him that at the end of the day, you’re not exclusive

-”i’m seeing someone else”

-you try to slip it into a conversation as casually as possible

-the two of you are sat at his table, eating a meal that he had insisted on cooking for you, only candlelight illuminating the room, and some soft music playing in the background

-the scene felt so domestic that you were scared he would ask you to be his girlfriend any second now, and it just slipped out before he could get another word in

-you’re digging around your plate, pretending to fix yourself a forkful- he really was a good cook- though you can’t miss the way that he tenses in the corner of your vision

-your throat feels dry, and that knife just can’t quit twisting- but you need to make this distinction clear. for yourself. for him

-”i don’t know what to say”

-you quirk an eyebrow at this

-”really?”

-he pauses now, thinking, not enough to hide the hurt in his eyes. it’s injected into every feature of his, and he picks at his own plate now. the blade’s embedded deep in your chest, and it hurts now

-”i’m… sorry”

-you technically didn’t do anything wrong- you both agreed that this would be casual. but why did it feel like you had betrayed him?

-it’s an agonising silence as you both process what you just said. you’re not sure if he’ll ever speak again until you hear a hoarse voice croak out “i think that you should go”

-you didn’t have to look at him to tell that he was crying- you at least had the dignity to not mention it, to not fight it as you nod silently, feeling numb as he walks you to his door

-it all feels too final as he looks you in your eyes one last time, searching for something there before he looks crestfallen and sighs, beginning to close the door

-”goodbye, y/n. get home safe”

-you can only see the paint of his door now- some shuffling on the other end of it before you’re left utterly alone, stabbed clean through with the dripping mess of your grave mistake pooling at your feet

DILUC, neuvillette, CHILDE, dainsleif, ALHAITHAM, cyno, kaveh

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[desire4ella]

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: The games are playing,but you just cant keep still

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Daddy kink, Choking, Rough fucking, NOT PROOF READ!

It’s been 30 minutes…

Your hole ached for release,desperately clenching and unclenching around his cock to try and get even the smallest amount of pleasure;but the firm grip on your hips restricted you from getting what you so desperately wanted.

BANG,BANG,BANG

The sound of gunshots being rippled out in a treacherous game of red light green light, a cruel part of you didn’t give a slightest fuck of who was being killed right now,but only the way In-ho’s delicious cock was stretching out your cunt to the fullest. You let out a desperate whine “ Daddy pleaseee,it’s been over 30 minutes, we can watch the fun later.Just fuck me” you were growing agitated as the seconds ticked by, the feeling of his veiny cock continuously pulsing deep inside you. He had to be doing this on purpose.

A big smirk played on his lips as he leaned into whisper to you , his deep rich voice sounded like dark chocolate as it flowed into your ears “patience is key baby”. You huffed in complaint and leaned back against him. If he wanted to be a fucking tease then so be it.

20 MINUTES LATER

You felt like you were about to explode,you couldn’t deal with it anymore and you had a feeling your husband took fun in watching you struggle as every time someone was murdered he would slightly thrust his hips upwards, making his cock slightly brush up against your g-spot continuously. You were a panting mess just by him moving slightly,now imagine how you would act when he was repeatedly ramming deep into your soaking pussy.

ROUND OVER

FINALLY,the round was over. The animated voice of the woman blazed through the speakers “ players 054, 065, 048…have been eliminated” watching through the big screen you could see the amount of dead bodies littered across the floor like rubbish bags, but you couldn’t care less as you suddenly felt one of In-ho’s colossal hand sneak around your neck and placed a firm grip around it. “ You’ve been such a good girl, let daddy reward you” he gruffly groaned out as he to felt a bit desperate for release.

Hooking both of your legs over his, he began to piston out of you like it was his first time. “ Yesssss, daddy-y fuckkk right thereee” you hiccuped; your hair was in a state from all the bouncing you were doing,your mouth hung open as spit threatened to dribble out as you felt one of his hands reach forward to rub tight circles around your pulsating clit. He could he feel his balls begin to tighten up,signifying that he was about to cum in your dripping hole. Gripping unto the couch he grounded his heels into the floor so he could a better angle to fuck you better as he thrusted upwards with full force now. “ That’s it honey,let go, Come.Over.Your.Dick” you clenched down hard as you felt like your pussy was on fire,it was like there was no room inside your body as all you felt was In-ho’s long dick hit every single spot inside your body that even you didn’t know you had.

Wet skin slapping and down right sinful moans/groans were all that could be heard if you were to enter the front man’s slumber. The poor gaurds that were outside would be able to hear their boss absolutely destroying your abused cunt, but boo hoo,you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“ Ummmmm, what are those sounds guys?” your eyes shot open in terror as you watched all the players in the game head turn towards the camera in the room they were in. It felt like they were all staring into your souls from the big Tv.

Fuck you forgot to turn of the speakers in there….

𝐀/𝐍: Oh ohhhh…..all the players just heard frontman and his girl fucking.

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[ohcaptains]

So like the video of Gordon Ramsay when the girl burns her hand, all the “that’s it- deep breath- calm down- good girl- goooood girlllll” but like…it’s Carmy and you’ve burnt your hand and he’s screaming at Richie to get some ice but he’s speaking to you so gently but so in control and you almost forget your hand is still sizzling

he moves fast. pulls you to the sink, yelling, “richie get out of the fucking way,” and you can feel your heart beat in your hand. it’s pulsating, swear you can smell your flesh burning, and carmen is frantic. that man has never known peace, but this is raw kind of rush — panic a literal, physical thing.

“fuck, cousin, what’s the rush for—“ he starts, ready to fight, but he must see carmen holding your sizzling hand, and your pained, tense face, because he puts his hands up.

“whoa, man—what happened?”

carmen ignores him, and guides your hand under the tap, holding your wrist gently in his tatted palm. you hiss as soon as it touches the luckwarm water, and carmen nods his head, and gently says, “shh, i know.”

you hide your face with your elbow, but peak over and watch as water runs over your charred hand. duck fat will do that. you must make a sound, as carmen nods, and calmly orders, “relax your hand for me. come on, unclench. thereee we go, sweetheart. that’s it.”

richie pipes up, “i’m literally first aid trained, let me see,” and carmen’s face scrunches up, “can you shut the fuck up for a second?” he spits over his shoulder. you whine into your elbow, and carmen’s demeanor switches. he rubs your wrist, his voice soft and sweet as he coos, “just breathe, take a deep breath. you’re good, that’s it. unclench your hand for me again, i know it hurts but relax—thaaat’s it, goood. good girl, good.”

[malavera]

I have head cannon of Scott walking in on reader and Logan Logan not giving a damn and carrying on..... What is wrong with me

i imagine this a lot dont worry this is still considered mild.. 😌

“Knock, dumbass.” — Logan Howlett (18+)

warnings: porn with no plot, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, doggy style

Hot breaths, little moans, and loud groans clashed against each other—filling the room in unison. The way his heavy cock slides in and out of your tight pussy, you wished he never stopped. And of course, he never will, until his very last breath if must. Logan’s eyes bore into your contorted-into-pleasure face, he loved watching you writhed underneath him, boosting his ego how only him can do this to you.

“Get on your hands and knees, pretty girl.” Logan grunted, as he gently pulled out of you and help you settle on all fours. You softly whined, feeling empty and missing the fullness of his cock in your pussy already even though it was just a mere seconds.

“I know, I know, baby, let me give it to you.” Logan coo’ed before he guided his cock back into you. You moaned, rolling your eyes back, your hands gripping the pillow underneath you. “Thereee we go, it’s yours baby.” Logan leaned forward, laying his head against yours as he started to thrust his hips creating a rhythm.

“Oh, Logan! S’good.” You moaned.

“Yeah? Let me help you cum. Come on baby, that’s it, atta girl, grip my cock with that pussy.”

As Logan and you were immersed in the moment, the way his cock hitting just every right spot, nearing yourself to the edge. The door swung open with Scott already calling Logan’s name. You gasped and tried to pull away from Logan, even though you won’t be exposed to the unwanted guest—but Logan’s ass is, but Logan didn’t want to let you go as he kept pounding his cock inside.

“Logan— Oh shit! Sorry!” Nervous Scott was struggling to find the words as he just witnessed his friend’s bare ass cheeks and clapping against yours.

“Knock, dumbass! Fucking leave I’m about to cum here.” Logan grunted without turning to look at Scott as he set his eyes on his cock thrusting in and out of your puckering pussy, gripping your hips.

And without further ado, Scott left and that’s when Logan can feel your orgasm with the loudest moan spilling out of you. “That’s it, good girl. I’m gonna cum soon, now come on, work on me. Make me cum.”