#touch fuzzy get dizzy

[breadbuggenius]

(Drawn in 2022) The second batch of channel reward icons I made for an old friend's Twitch channel!!

[sylvyspritii]

These motherfuckers (/positive)

[duckapus]

Figured out how to implement Tari in my cinematic au.

Basically she's one of the Mario Bros' oldest friends back in Brooklyn and has been trying to figure out what happened to them (since they did in fact vanish off the face of the earth). During the adaptation of Super Mario Bros 3, SMG3 Chooses Chaos and not-so-subtly lures her into a warp pipe that dumps her into the Darklands, where she endures a near one-for-one recreation of Movie Luigi's arrival in the Darklands, except one of the Dry Bones eats her prosthetic arm (so she can get her Meta Runner arm later), the Snifits and Shy Guys who capture her actually have dialogue, and one of them -named Gerald- is very clearly Toast Guy and implied to be Like That because he used to be deployed in Dinosaur Land's Fuzzy Woods (if you know anything about Yoshi's Island you know which level I'm referencing).

Bowser has heard the Bros talk about her before and decides to use that connection to his advantage (I'll figure out how later), and in the meantime has her act as Professor E. Gadd's assistant. E. Gadd's been stuck as Bowser's prisoner/involuntary head of Research and Development for a few years, and he's the one who builds Tari's new arm. She continues to be his assistant after they're free, mostly because she doesn't really have anything else to do now that she's stranded in the Mushroom Kingdom.

...Also Tari and Saiko develop small crushes on each-other because I think the ship is cute.

Now, to figure out how the hell to make Melony...

[checkthebox]

Man-Woman is verryy fun 2 draw

here are some humanizations 2, hope u like em

[y3pperoni]

[s0dium]

I need you

Synopsis: Choso needs to fuck you despite the fact that you are Yuuji's babysitter.

Warnings: Desperate sex, rough sex

Visual link: xxxxx

Choso thinks you are an angel.

Honestly.

He marvels at how you always help his family out by babysitting his little brother Yuji, even if it's late at night. Your kindness shines through in every action, and he can't help but notice how your eyes glow like an angel's, your skin seems so soft, and your voice carries a soothing, gentle tone. It's not just what you do; it's the way you do it, with such grace and beauty, that makes him believe you truly are a blessing to his family.

So that is why he must do this.

His touches are relentless, drawing you into his room the moment Yuuji is asleep. You can barely even get a word in before his bigger hands are under your shirt, exploring the warmth of your skin, a desperate longing evident in each caress. You want to tell him to slow down, to truly connect beyond the frantic urgency. But your words dissolve into breathless whispers as you meet his dark tired eyes that are practically begging for you, begging to be with you, begging to feel you.

"I like kissing you." He murmurs against your lips. "I like you. I like you so much, you are so pretty. I like and love you."

You let yourself fall into his touch and Choso captures your mouth with his, a deep, enveloping kiss that makes you moan and whine for more. As he gently removes your tank top and shorts, leaving you in your bra and underwear and he devotes attention to every inch of your skin, delivering tender nips, soft sucks, and gentle bites.

"Perfect." He mumbles under his breath, burying his nose into the crook of your neck to pepper the delicate skin with soft kisses. "Fuck, you are so perfect, baby."

Your mind grows fuzzy at his words and you let out a sharp gasp when you feel him pull the hem of your underwear down your legs.

"Jump," he commands softly, his voice a low rumble that reverberates through you. Without hesitation, you leap up and in one fluid motion, he lifts you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, securing you against him as he presses you against the wall. Your fingers find their way into his black hair tied up in buns long, tugging gently at the strands, anchoring yourself to him as his kisses deepen. You don't even notice that he has lowered his pants until you feel the hard pressure against your tight hole, making you instinctively squirm away.

"Stay still f'me ok baby?" Choso groans, peppering kisses along your jaw while he aligns himself with you. Without warning, he thrusts into you, the sudden friction and collision with your G-spot knocking the wind out of your lungs. It's as if every fiber of your being is tuned to this moment, each caress and sensation amplifying the pleasure that surges through you. You feel a soft shiver start at the base of your spine, traveling upward, making your skin tingle with exquisite delight. Ticklish pleasure courses through your veins and you immediately throw your head back against the wall as Choso thrusts into you.

"Hnghh, s-so good~~" You whine. It was dizzying, the grith of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, the euphoria of him fitting snuggly against walls with every thrust. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure. The tightness of your cunt has Choso gasping for breath, the grip on your hips almost bruising as he tries to keep himself from spilling inside of you right here and now.

"I can feel you baby, sh-shit, I can feel you doing it to me." Choso is not a whining man but here he is falling apart at the warmth of your cunt. God you were heaven, he thinks he would be eternally happy if he could just spend all his time inside of you, feeling you squeeze around him, smelling the intoxicating scent of your shampoo. He uses you like his personal cock sleeve, thrusting up into your warm cunt with such vigor that it shapes your insides and bruises your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity.

For a moment, he slows down, leaning down to the space between you and letting a glob of thick spit drop onto your clit. He moves side to side, opening up your folds and rubbing your clit. You cry from the pleasure and Choso's Adam apple bobs as he groans as well.

He's close, and he knows you are too.

He is glaring at you with hooded eyes, watching the expressions of pleasure you make intently. Choso is caught in some sort of trance, like even though he is fucking you, he is powerless to you.

Your mind begins to drift, losing itself in the intensity of the experience of Choso fucking you. Time seems to blur, and the world around you fades, leaving only the profound connection between you and the pleasure you're immersed in. Each moment stretches and deepens, and you're carried away by the ebb and flow of sensations. Your body responds instinctively, arching off the wall and lifting your hips to meet Choso's thrusts, seeking more, craving the next wave of ecstasy. The pleasure builds and builds, a crescendo that fills you to the brim. It's a symphony of sensation, a dance of pure, unadulterated joy that leaves you breathless and yearning.

And then, in a glorious, breathtaking instant, it peaks. The world seems to explode in a kaleidoscope of bliss, and you are utterly consumed by it. Your heart races, your breath catches, and for a moment, you are weightless, suspended in a universe of pure pleasure.

Luckily for you, Choso is right there with you. His mind dips into a ocean of pleasure and before he can put a stop to it, he is spilling load upon loads of himself in you.

Damn it, he should've done this sooner.

[dmitriene]

Bear price when he wakes up dizzily and finds your belly a little swollen after his hibernation. his darling already in her 2 month or something 😵‍💫

cw: hybrids, pregnancy.

there's nothing else john could've ask for, waking up to his hibernation finally over, all the drowsiness leaving his brawny, fat thickened body slowly, the nature outside the cabin already awake, birds bringing a chirp soothing songs with the first, pale layers of sun, breaking through the loosely curtained window above the wooden headboard of the bed, golden glow highlighting your sleep curled body to warm your skin, soft as a fleece, blanket and furs rumpled, furling at your curved hips.

the bump of your tummy is unmistakable, round, with a barely noticeable, dark vertical line that runs down the center of your abdomen, a little bit hard under his calloused palm, as he smoothes his thumb tentatively over your skin, a deep, gravelly rumble reverberating through his throat, and you answer him even in your sleep, curling in at the feel of his touch, tucking yourself closer to the slope of his side, your palms coming to cup over his own.

you don't say anything when your eyes flutter open, bleary, mirroring the sleepy dizziness that reflects in john's own, tender blues, flicking over your tummy and face with sincere spoken awe and giddiness that makes the corners of his lips curve up, lifting his mutton chops beard, softening his features along the lingering, bed warmed contentment, his heavy, hair dappled hand curling over the line of your exposed hips, palm splaying at the small of your back, tugging you close in an embrace that replaces thousands of words, his face nuzzling against your smile gleaming one.

john and you both don't have to know for sure if there's something growing inside of you, it's obvious, from your pretty round tummy, to the gut deep possessiveness churning inside of him, overcoming his senses with gum aching need to claim, make sure you're safe and pliable with nothing to worry about in his grasp, his face lowering to nudge in the arching curve of your neck, sensitive to the touch of his scraping beard, making you shudder, and smelling mouth drooling good, all ripe and calling, as his sharp teeth nip down.

he makes sure to not overwhelm you, holding his basic instincts in tight grip so as not to pounce at you at any given moment, unable to not think about how good you would've feel around his cock, so sensitive and gorgeous, carrying his offspring while being pumped full of another load, but unfortunately, john has to get a grip, since pregnancy makes you a little bit fuzzy and sleepy, but it's doesn't means he can't get between your thighs and get a taste of your pussy, weeping honey sweet all for him.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[gilbertscurls]

whimper — matt sturniolo

warnings: smut, dry humping, praise kink, sub!matt

He stared at you, completely entranced. No one had ever looked at him like that. He felt his heart squeeze, and the sudden urge to lean down and kiss those beautiful lips nearly overwhelmed him. You were so close, he just had to lean forward, and he could kiss you. He could just…

He clenched his jaw, trying to get his thoughts to focus. He was just high. You were high. His brain wasn’t working right. He didn’t actually like you, right? He just wanted your attention.

The tension in the air was thick, and Matt felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any moment. He didn’t know what the hell was happening to him, but he’d never felt so off-kilter in his life. He couldn’t just… kiss you, could he? You didn’t even like each other. You’d probably slap him or something. And besides, what the hell was his problem? Who had ever gotten high and just wanted to kiss someone like that?

His breath caught when your hand brushed against his cheek, and his heartbeat raced in his chest. You were so close, too close, but he didn’t really want you to move away. God, how had he never realized how pretty your eyes were? Your eyes were so beautiful and deep, with those long dark eyelashes. He wanted to fall into your eyes… lose himself in you.

Maybe he should lean forward and just… do it. Just to see what it was like. What was the worst that could happen? He could just play it off as the weed or something, right? Just to get it out of his mind, to stop the constant itch… Maybe, if he kissed you, he could finally get past this weird obsession he had with you.

He had leaned closer before he realized it, his gaze falling to your lips. You were so close, so tantalizingly close… He could take that final step. He could just… move forward a little, and he could kiss you. He could find out what you tasted like.

You leaned even closer, and he could feel your breath fanning his face. He almost melted, the closeness making him dizzy. Your breath brushed his, and he could almost taste your lip balm. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a shaky breath, a tiny, almost pleading sound. Please kiss me, he thought. Just please kiss me.

Your lips brushed his, and he was certain he’d died. He felt a tingle race up his spine, and he shivered softly, letting out a soft gasp. You were kissing him, and his body was on fire. Heat flared up his spine and chest, and he felt himself leaning into you eagerly. You were so warm, so sweet, so perfect. He didn’t care that you weren’t sober, that he wasn’t sober. None of that was real. This was. This moment of heat and soft sighs.

Your lips moved against his, and your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He groaned, feeling his mind go fuzzy at the delicious feel of your nails scraping his skin and your tongue swiping against his lips. His hands found your waist, squeezing your skin eagerly as he fought the desperate urge to pick you up and settle you in his lap.

But you did it for him. You climbed into his lap, pretty much straddling him, as you tangled your fingers into his hair.

His entire body seemed to catch fire, and he kissed you eagerly, his hands sliding under your shirt to feel your warm skin. He groaned, suddenly wanting to touch every inch of you. He wanted to devour you, to make you his. “God,” he panted against your lips. “You feel so good.”

You moaned softly at his words, your body curving to fit against his. His hands slid up your back, exploring every inch of you as his lips moved against yours eagerly. He wanted more, needed more of you. You seemed to agree, because he felt your tongue brush his, and he opened for you eagerly.

The kiss became more heated, your movements getting greedier and more needy all at once. His fingers were tangled in your hair, and he tugged at the strands lightly, craving more and more of your lips. He’s never felt so desperate, so aroused, and so lost in a moment before. You were like a drug to him, a drug he was quickly becoming addicted to.

He pulled back to stare at you, breathing heavily as he took in your flushed face. You were so beautiful it almost hurt. Had he really been missing out on this for freaking years? How had he not noticed how beautiful you were all this time? And the way you were looking at him now, like he was the only thing that mattered… God. That look made him feel like he could fly. He wanted to stay in this moment, this beautiful moment, for the rest of his life. Just him and you and soft sighs and tender touches.

He couldn’t help the way his gaze slid to your red lips, now plump from your heated kiss. He wanted those lips on his again. He needed those lips on his. “Again,” he growled. “Do that again.”

You seemed all too eager to comply, and your lips were on his once more. This time, you initiated the kiss with a soft mewl that sent heat racing through his body with startling intensity. He groaned softly against your lips, his hands sliding down your back to rest on your hips and keep you pressed against him.

It seemed neither one of you could stop from getting carried away. You were all over each other, kissing desperately, your movements frantic and needy and hot. Your skin was so hot against his touch, and he couldn’t get enough of the taste of your lipstick. He knew he shouldn’t be acting like this, shouldn’t be kissing you like you were his entire world, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. God, he wanted you. More than he had wanted anything in his life, he wanted you.

When your tongue swiped his, he couldn’t help the soft sound that slid from his lips. He wanted more. He needed more. His hands slid to your thighs, pushing up the skirt of your dress as he held you close. “God,” he gasped, pulling back again and tilting his head back so he could breathe properly. “I can’t. I need…” He shook his head, not even sure what he was saying right then. You were driving him crazy, making him lose his damn mind.

You leaned down, pressing your lips to his neck, and he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair as he encouraged your movements eagerly. Your lips slid down his neck, your tongue darting out to taste him, and he let out a soft whimper. He was so desperate for your touch, for the feeling of your lips, your tongue, your teeth as you left soft, wet kisses all over his throat.

"Did you just… Whimper?" You giggled against his skin.

He froze, embarrassment suddenly overtaking him. Why had he just… whimpered? Like some damn puppy? He was supposed to be suave and cool, not… whatever the hell he was. He opened his mouth to try and explain, or maybe to come up with an excuse, but all that came out was a helpless moan.

You giggled again, this time against the sensitive skin of his collarbone. “That’s really hot,” you crooned softly, your warm breath ghosting his ear and causing him to shiver. “Make that sound again for me, Matty.”

The nickname combined with your breathy voice made him feel dizzy, and he swallowed hard, trying to get his brain to work. “Yeah?” He said hoarsely, desperately. “You like hearing me make sounds?”

Your breath caught at his words, as if shocked he was being so open about it. Maybe he should be embarrassed, maybe he should pretend he didn’t care, but he was so far gone now, he just couldn’t bring himself to care. He wanted you to hear his sounds. He wanted you to feel how much you affected him. If that was pathetic, well… he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Definitely.” And then your lips were on his neck again, nibbling and sucking, and he couldn’t keep from making those sounds for you.

Your lips were making their way higher, sucking on his pulse point, and he was done for. He couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but grip your hair desperately and hold you closer. Your lips were magic, and he couldn’t help but press against you eagerly, wanting your touch everywhere. His breath caught when you brushed his ear lobe, and then, oh God, your teeth nipped at his lobe and his hips jerked involuntarily.

“F-Fuck,” he choked helplessly as your teeth nipped at his ear. He couldn’t keep his hips from shifting forward, couldn’t stop his hands from clenching desperately on your waist. He was losing control, and he didn’t even care. “Do… Do that again,” he begged, breathlessly.

You seemed eager to oblige, and he let out a shaky moan when you did as he requested. His hips jerked again, pressing against you, and then suddenly, the gravity of what he’d just done seemed to hit him at once. “God, I’m sorry,” he gasped, trying to reign in his body. “I didn’t… You just…” He let out a low whine, his grip on your hips tightening. “God, you make me feel so… so damn…”

A small, devious smirk pulled at your lips, and you leaned forward a bit, pressing yourself closer to him. “Turned on?” you teased softly, and his cheeks blushed hot with embarrassment at your directness.

“Yeah,” he admitted softly, the word leaving him in a choked whisper. Your smirk widened, and your eyes darkened with a look he’d never seen before. It almost made you look like a predator.

“Good,” you purred, your tone smug. “I want you to feel like that.”

He bit his lip, his embarrassment fading a little as his gaze settled on your lips again. God, those lips. That voice. That expression on your face… His mind was going fuzzy again, and he found himself saying the first thing that came to mind. “I think you just gave me a new kink,” he murmured, pulling you closer.

You seemed to like that, because you laughed softly, your body curving to press closer against his. “Yeah?” you asked, your voice still holding that predatory edge that had heat pooling in his stomach. “What kind of kink?” Your fingers brushed against his neck, tracing his jugular lightly, and he shivered under the soft touch.

He swallowed hard as your fingers grazed his skin, and he was certain he was blushing again. His face was hot, and his stomach was in knots, his body reacting so easily to your touch. “You just looked so…” He trailed off, struggling to find the right word. “Hot,” he finally whispered. “You looked really… hot, and so damn powerful. I don’t know, just… yeah. Definitely a new kink of mine.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” you purred, pressing a soft kiss to his throat. You were right next to his ear now, and your hot breath ghosted his skin, making him shiver again. Your teeth grazed his earlobe, tugging softly, and his toes curled inside his shoes at the sensation. “You like it when I do this, huh? When I make you feel like this?” You asked suddenly, your voice low and rough.

He opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a desperate moan, his body arching closer on instinct. God, you were so good with your mouth. He hated to admit it, but all he wanted to do was beg you to never stop. He was so sensitive, so desperate for you. “Yeah,” he moaned, voice ragged and breathless. “Don’t stop. Please.”

“Say that again,” you urged softly, your fingers tugging at his hair, making his head fall back. “Please,” he panted helplessly, his eyes slipping shut at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. “Please don’t stop.” He shivered as you pressed closer, your warm breath sending goosebumps across his skin. “Good boy,” you murmured, and his stomach clenched at the words. Good boy? How was that turning him even more?

He let out another moan at the words, his head falling back a little more as his eyelids fluttered. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, his mind going blank as you murmured in his ear. “That’s it. Let me hear how good I make you feel. You’re doing so well, Matty.” His hips pressed against yours involuntarily, and he barely stifled the urge to gasp as his brain registered how close he already was to the edge.

You seemed to notice, because you moaned softly in his ear, your hips rolling against his as you encouraged him. “Don’t hold back, Matty,” you purred softly. “Come on, baby. You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Show me just how good I make you feel.” Your words were the sweetest form of torture, and he let out another helpless moan. “Yes,” he panted desperately. “Please, please, can I…?”

You hummed softly, as if thinking about it, and he held his breath, waiting for your answer. Finally, after what felt like forever, you purred in his ear, your voice husky and sweet. “Mm, yeah, Matt. Go ahead. Come for me.” He almost cried at the words, his breath coming out in sharp little pants as he nodded eagerly. It took only a few more seconds before he was there, stars exploding behind his eyelids as he gasped, his fingers fisting in your skirt as he cried out.

He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The most he could do was cling to you like a lifeline, his entire body tensing and trembling as he fell apart against you. “God,” he gasped, panting helplessly as he tried to get himself back under control. You laughed softly, the sound a little strained, and he shivered at the sensation. “You’re really sensitive, huh?” You murmured softly, nuzzling his throat.

He shivered again, feeling your breath tickle his skin. He wanted to snap at you for teasing him, but he was still too dazed to form a coherent thought. Instead, he just muttered, “Shut up,” and buried his face in your neck. He wasn’t sure if he was ever going to be able to face you again after this. It was so goddamn embarrassing.

“Aw, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” you assured him, brushing his hair back gently. “It’s pretty goddamn hot, Matty.” He whined softly, his body jerking against yours at the words. How was it fair that you could reduce him to a blushing, trembling mess with such an easy compliment? It was really embarrassing, honestly.

“Oh, so you have a praise kink, too?” You asked suddenly, and he couldn’t help the embarrassed whine that left his lips. What was you, psychic? How were you able to read him so easily? “God, shut up,” he muttered, burying his face deeper against your neck. You just laughed softly, nuzzling him gently.

“I’m just teasing, sweetheart,” you purred softly, pressing soft kisses to whatever skin you could reach. “You did so good, Matty. You’re such a good boy.” You punctuated the words with soft kisses, and he shivered helplessly.

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[grenadehearts]

doing this tiktok trend with kirishima..suggestive smut!

kirishima walks out in pink pajamas, hello kitty’s cartoon face stretched across the pink fuzz. he’s shirtless, fresh from the shower as water droplets drip from his sopping wet hair onto his chiseled, muscular frame. his boxers' waistband is peeking through the hem of his pants, and a cheeky grin tugs at his lips as he says,

"hey, my pretty girl."

you look up from admiring your fresh nail set — acrylics with tiny charms, a pink set with pretty detailed flowers for spring. expensive as hell, but thankfully (like always), kirishima paid. after he soapboxed for a whole hour about it.

"my girl should never pay for anything. and if you wanna pay, just take my card outta my wallet and pay with that."

to which you’d argued,

"but that means you’re still paying...?"

and he grinned wide,

"exactly. but it feels like you are, so a win’s a win,"

before flashing those sharp teeth and that boyish, dizzying smile that made you forget whatever point you were trying to make.

now your eyes trail lazily down his figure, landing on the familiar hello kitty pj pants. you raise an eyebrow, a slow smirk pulling at your lips.

"babe... are those my pants?"

he laughs, the sound low and easy, before throwing himself onto the bed, head resting against the headboard, one arm behind it lazily.

"nah, baby, i went and bought a pair while you were gettin' your nails done. gotta match my girl, right?"

he turns toward you, smiling so openly and bashful it makes you melt.

and that’s when you remember — there was this tiktok trend you wanted to try. and kiri being all soft and cute in matching pants is the perfect time.

"kiri," you coo sweetly, batting your lashes in the way you know sends him wild.

he raises a brow, already suspicious but amused,

"what do you want, baby?"

he says, pretending to hesitate like he wouldn’t do literally anything for you.

"wellll," you drawl,

"i saw a tiktok of this girl showing off her nails over her boyfriend’s... you know."

he cocks an eyebrow.

"know what?"

you huff, grinning.

"how about i just show you. and when we’re done, you can tell me if i can post it, okay?"

kirishima, ever eager to please, puffs his chest a little.

"sure, baby."

he leans in and presses a gentle delicate kiss to your forehead.

you pull out your phone and press record, situating your hand just above your boyfriend’s very obvious bulge — not surprising, considering kiri’s... big.

his whole face flushes when he realizes what you’re doing, his smile faltering into something shy, hands nervously tugging at the hem of his pants.

"hey, baby, what ya—"

he tries to say something, but it quickly dissolves into soft whimpers when your hand circles around his cock through the fuzzy fabric, squeezing gently, coaxing him in your hands — all while showing off your new nails for the camera.

you giggle softly, leaning in closer,

"just showing them how big you are, and how much you spoil me, that okay?"

his throat bobs as he swallows, his whole face a pretty shade of red, his lashes fluttering as he struggles to keep eye contact all while grunting through broken moans, red-faced, as he rasps out in a needy tone,

"fuck, yes — yes, princess, everything you do is okay, fuck— keep on,"

his head tips back against the headboard, one arm thrown across his face to hide how wrecked and flustered he already looks.

you keep stroking him lazily, letting the camera catch how hes getting hard, underneath your touch, all while flexing your nails just like the tiktok you saw.

and just as the audio cuts off, you look over at him with a teasing sooooo? look.

he doesn’t even answer. he just grabs your phone, tosses it somewhere out of reach without looking, and then he's on you — crawling into your lap, face burying itself in your neck, hands sliding under your top, caressing the soft skin of your breasts, need written all over him.

his voice is muffled against your skin, as he whines into you, "fuck, babygirl, don't do that to me..."

masterlist link here.

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Selfless

Simon (Ghost) Riley x Reader

❀​🇲​​🇦​​🇸​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​​🇱​​🇮​​🇸​​🇹​❀

Summary: After a close call that left Simon terrified to lose you, Simon is desperate to carve every inch of you into his memory.

Explicit content ahead!

Warnings: Swearing, choking, mentions of reader almost dying, creampie.

“S-Simon-“

Your voice shook and stuttered as Ghost rutted into you, the table creaking and shaking under the force of his thrusts. Your head was spinning, you could feel your wetness smearing across your aching thighs at the mercy of his thrusts and his shaky breath as he did so. His hand gripping your shoulder kept you locked in place against the table as he took his frustrations out on you.

“Where’s that filthy mouth of yours gone, love? You were swearing like a sailor a minute ago.” His words sent a rush of anger through you, your arms coming to push yourself up from the table. You went nowhere. “Fuck you- shit-“ You squealed when Simon’s cock grazed your g-spot, the man laughing as he leaned over you, pressing his lips to your ear. “There it is.”

He pushed you further up the table, your toes barely being able to touch the ground as your thighs shook relentlessly. “Don’t fucking act like- ah you didn’t s-start it.” You stuttered out, the fight never leaving you despite the compromising position you were in. You felt his hand snake into your hair, and you let out a yelp when he pulled you up to his chest, his hand winding around to your throat.

“I’m not the one who threw themselves out of a Humvee.” He whispered, his hand tightening around your throat. Simons hand effectively cut off any argument you were going to make, the only noise coming out of you being choked moans and squeals as Ghost worked you towards your release.

Your head grew fuzzy with the lack of oxygen, the only thought making it through your brain was how good Ghost felt filling you up and how much longer he was going to have you bent over this table. You gulped down a mouthful of air when he finally released your windpipe, the rush of blood to your head making your mind feel cloudy and dizzy.

Ghost sped up his thrusts and you collapsed back onto the table, his hand reaching around to rub tight circles into your clit. Your breathing became more ragged as the pressure increased, Simon becoming eerily quiet as he watched you quake and moan over his cock.

He desperately tried to burn your image into his memory, the sight of you throwing yourself out of the Humvee constantly replaying in his mind, reminding him that at any given moment you could be ripped away from him. He carved every movement, every sound, every shudder into his brain so he couldn’t- wouldn’t forget.

You held the table in a white-knuckle grip as your core exploded, searing hot pleasure flashing through you as you choked over your own moans, tears welling in your eyes. You had no choice but to let your release ripple through you, Ghost letting out a groan as you tightened around him.

Simon let out a choked curse, rutting into you a few more times before cumming inside you, painting your walls white. You were still trembling as you came down from your high, the only sound in the room being yours and Ghost’s ragged breathing.

You leaned your forehead on the table, a wave of guilt passing over you. “I’m sorry.” You said, feeling Ghost rub his hands up and down your back, releasing the tension. He hummed, brushing the sweaty hair out of your face.

“It’s okay. Let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart.”

[rrysbabydoll]

She’s Feeling Better

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

CW: Explicit sexual content, light spanking, d/s dynamics, needy Y/N.

Synopsis: At dinner with Harry’s friends, needy and whiny Y/N can’t stop nuzzling him. Seeing she’s not feeling well, Harry takes her to the bathroom for a quick, quiet moment together.

You were already a little floaty before dinner even started.

Something about the way Harry looked tonight, black trousers sitting low on his hips, button-down shirt slightly undone, Saint Laurent cologne so warm and heady it made your knees wobble, just did something to you. He was being sweet too, extra sweet. Helping you into your chair, rubbing your back gently with his warm palm, giving you those soft eyes like you were fragile.

And the room was loud. Too loud. You didn’t really know everyone, just a few of his close friends, but even that felt overwhelming. So instead, you stayed close to him. Pressing your thigh against his under the table. Resting your cheek on his shoulder when no one was looking. At some point, you just started nuzzling him. Quietly, desperately.

He turned toward you with a knowing little smile.

“What’s wrong, bunny?” he whispered, close enough that only you could hear it.

You couldn’t answer. You just looked at him, blinking slowly, eyes blown wide and glossy. You didn’t feel sick exactly, but something was off. Warm, fuzzy, a little dizzy with need. All you wanted was him.

You leaned closer and inhaled, nose brushing against his neck. His scent, his warmth, everything about him was pulling you in like a magnet. You whispered, “You smell so good, H.”

His fingers brushed your thigh under the table, subtly. “Mmm, lovie… you’re not feeling well, huh?”

You shook your head. Bottom lip stuck out in the tiniest pout, and he noticed. Of course he noticed.

Harry cupped the back of your neck and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Gonna take you to the bathroom for a sec, alright? Jus’ wanna check on you.”

You nodded fast, nuzzling once more under his jaw, breath shaky. Your whole body ached for him.

He stood smoothly and took your hand. “Excuse us,” he murmured to the group, smiling charmingly as he pulled you gently from your seat.

“Everything okay?” one of his friends asked, slightly concerned.

Harry gave them a soft chuckle. “Yeah. Think she’s not feeling well, just gonna make sure she’s alright.”

The moment you were inside the bathroom, the switch flipped.

Harry locked the door with a soft click, then turned to you. His eyes immediately scanned over you, your flushed cheeks, damp lashes, lips parted, pupils blown wide.

“You’re so needy, huh, baby?” he said lowly, stepping into your space. “Couldn’t sit still, couldn’t stop rubbing on me like a little bunny.”

You whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck as you pressed close, grinding a little against his thigh, just to get some friction.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he muttered, dragging you backward until your bum hit the marble counter. “Didn’t even touch your food. Just sat there looking at me like you were gonna cry.”

“I needed you,” you breathed.

“I know, lovie. Poor thing,” he cooed, brushing your hair off your face, so tender.

Your eyes welled up instantly. It was so embarrassing, but you couldn’t help it. You were trembling with want.

Harry tilted your chin up with two fingers. “Gonna take care of you. But you have to be quiet, okay? You make one sound, I’m stopping.”

You nodded fast.

“I mean it, bunny. If I hear even a whimper, I’ll stop and take you back out there. Understood?”

“Y-Yeah.”

He kissed you, slow and soft, tongue curling gently around yours before his hands pushed up your skirt. He helped you up onto the counter, pulling your underwear down your thighs and stuffing them in his pocket like he always did. The way he looked at you was so sweet, even now, like you were the most precious thing in the world.

He stroked a finger through your folds and groaned softly. “Already soaked for me, huh? No wonder you were actin’ up.”

You let out a tiny gasp and immediately regretted it.

Smack.

The spank landed sharp on your thigh. Your whole body jolted.

Harry's eyes darkened. “What did I say?”

You teared up, lower lip trembling. “I’m sorry…”

His voice softened, but the edge stayed. “If you make another sound, I’m stopping. You know I will, bunny.”

You nodded, pouty and wet-eyed.

He slid inside you with one long, slow thrust, one hand over your mouth and the other gripping your hip. The stretch made you whine into his palm, but you kept it quiet. Just like he asked.

“You’re so good for me,” he whispered, breathing hard. “So fuckin’ tight… fuck. Can feel how needy you are.”

Your eyes fluttered, and he rocked into you gently, over and over. The sound of his hips against your thighs was obscene, but you didn’t dare make a sound. Your nails dug into his shoulders, desperate.

Harry kissed your temple, murmuring, “Shh, baby. Just take it. I know it’s a lot, I know. You needed it so bad, didn’t you?”

You nodded helplessly, tears slipping down your cheeks, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

His hand stayed at your mouth, pressing soft little kisses to your cheek as he fucked you through it. Slow and mean, then a little faster, but always careful. You clenched down around him as you came, body wracked with shivers and your mouth muffled by his warm palm. You whimpered softly into it, and he praised you for staying quiet.

“Good girl… such a good baby for me.”

When he came, he groaned low into your neck, holding you close and stilling deep inside you. You trembled in his arms, your whole body limp and satisfied.

He cleaned you up gently with a few paper towels, then helped you off the counter and fixed your hair with such care. His hands cradled your face, thumbs brushing your flushed cheeks.

“You alright, lovie?” he whispered. “Was I too rough?”

You shook your head with a dazed smile, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m okay.”

He kissed your forehead and handed you a glass of water from the little sink. “Good girl. You were so quiet for me.”

When you walked back into the dining room together, one of his friends raised an eyebrow.

Harry smirked, arm wrapping snug around your waist as he helped you into your seat.

“She’s feeling better,” he said smoothly, reaching for his drink like nothing had happened.

Your cheeks burned. You kept your head down, smiling into your lap.

Harry leaned over and kissed the top of your head again, hand resting on your thigh.

You squeezed his hand under the table. And yeah… you were feeling better.

[sleyu]

thinking about how mean!bf sirius would have a hugeee corruption kink, he just wants to ruin your mind yk

idk maybe its just me

i think mean or not, it is definite that sirius black has a corruption kink and it unquestionably couples with his possessive nature.

just imagine mean bf ! sirius meeting you for the first time. you’re a timid, but undoubtedly kind individual who is meek next to him—fully aware of sirius’ notoriety in his personality and habits. he becomes so awestruck, he has nothing to respond to your unassuming questions aside from the occasional nod or gentle murmur.

he displays a calm, relatively friendly aura until the pair of you begin to become acquainted with each other and ultimately, begin dating. it is only then, that the mean teasing and snickers begin, and his heart bursts with joy at the sound of your bashful whines and protests every time he playfully slaps your ass or tugs your skirt, laughing and pulling you close to him, muttering how his actions are all in good fun and that he’d never let anything actually hurt you.

‘so bloody sensitive. y’know i’d rather die than let someone lay a hand on you, dummy.’

and of course, sirius isn’t stupid. he’s been having lewd, perverted thoughts about you since the day he met you. in fact, it was only the same night that sirius cast a silencing charm around his bed to hide the sinful sounds of him grunting as he fisted his cock, thoughts about bending you over the classroom desk polluting his already depraved mind.

since you’ve started dating, he reckons it’s time to manifest these fantasies into life, especially after noticing how your meek gaze has begun to linger on his broad chest and widen at the sight of his bulging crotch. his inner self beams with joy and crude anticipation every time he feels you pawing at his thighs, looking up at him in despair as if you’re unsure of what you really want or why the throbbing ache in between your thighs is only getting worse.

i think mean bf ! sirius would definitely become dizzy at the sight of you on your knees, hands gripping his muscular thighs, begging him to let you suck his cock or to fill your cunt up. usually he was the one doing the begging, but here you were, pliant, obedient, and desperate for his every touch. he genuinely has to sit down and stare at you while also controlling the immoral urge of forcing his cock down your throat, watching how your eyes widen and become teary as your throat contracts and chokes around his pulsating cock.

he genuinely cannot control himself once he sees you fully submit to him, begging him to give you the exact things you were too shy about even insinuating merely a month ago. it makes him feel so accomplished knowing that he was the one that made your brain all cloudy and fuzzy—that he was the one who got your cunt hooked on the feeling of his relentless, unforgiving cock.

‘sirius—my fingers—they’re not good enough—need your cock in me—jus’ want you to ruin ‘n abuse me—please da—’ as soon as you become close to uttering the last word, he’s already lifted up your skirt and forced his cock inside your aching pussy anyways, groaning into your mouth and fucking you ten times harder than he would have any other day.

‘slut—you’ve become a little slut—oh, fuck—‘n who’s are you, huh?’

it becomes the first time that sirius loses all sense of reason and caution as it has become evident to him that he’s irreversibly corrupted you into becoming just as disgusting and perverted as him.

‘nah, not sirius’, honey, you're daddy’s, yeah?’

‘gross fuckin’ bitch loves that, huh, puppy? you like it when daddy forces himself inside you like that, hm?’

‘hogwarts newest slut, yeah? but only mine, isn’t that right? only i get to ruin—fuck—this whorish cunt—mmm,’

sirius is so mean, he doesn’t even tell you when he’s about to cum :( he makes you cum and afterward, you’re a fucked out mess because he just doesn’t stop. your eyebrows begin to furrow and you can only manage to mumble a quiet ‘sirius?’ before he groans into your neck, breath all hot and heavy, and pumps you full of his hot, sticky cum. all you can do is whine and writhe beneath him as he pushes your knees to your chest and uses your cunt to drain his massive cock.

all the while, he’s reveling in the realization that he has just cummed inside you and that if spells and birth control were forgotten, it would be no surprise if you fell pregnant with the copious amounts of cum pumped inside your spent hole.

‘my dirty girl likes when daddy breeds her, doesn’t she? oh, don’t shake your head, pup, i know you like it—can feel you clench—god—around me right now.’

sirius gets so turned on when you confess that you can’t make yourself cum without him ever since the two of you started having sex. the image of you crying out in frustration at the feeling of your own neediness and the dull throbbing in between your sore thighs—incapable of doing anything without his guidance—makes his cock harden far quicker than it should have.

‘poor thing. my dumb girl can’t do anything without me, can she? your small fingers just aren’t as daddy, hm?’ paired with a faux, mocking frown because sirius black is an asshole that is very visibly ecstatic that you’ll always have to come to him to find a release.

and nothing fuels his ego more than having you beg him to stuff you full of his cum before class begins. he loses his mind seeing the effects of ruining your perfect, angelic interior. his once smart, goody-two-shoes, good-girl has become a conniving slut, her own cunt betraying any logic or rational thinking within her mind :( seeing his shy, perfect-attendance girlfriend begging him to skip class with her to fuck in a dingy broom closet is all it takes for him to bust right then and there.

[misserabella]

high and starving

ellie williams x fem reader

synopsis; ellie just needed to taste you.

cw; +18content minors dni!!!, use of drugs (weed), ellie being high and needy, horny sex, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), cum eating, hair pulling, make out sessions, teasing…

ellie was high. really high. and horny. that too. and you looked so beautiful, on your white tank top and short pjs. she could see the peeking of your cotton panties…

her eyes fell to your thighs, plushy, soft. she would die to dive in between them, have her tongue run through your folds to slurp up your juices. she could groan at the through of it. she wanted to devour you. wanted to make you cum over and over and over again. until you couldn’t speak. until you couldn’t even remember your name.

you were busy with a book, not really paying attention to her. she wanted to make you look at her. her tongue dampened her lips as she observed you, taking the last hit of the blunt. she felt dizzy. lost on you. she could feel her pussy throbbing, slick pooling in between her lips.

she neared you, her nose burying herself in your neck so her mouth would taste your skin, softly, wetly. your breath hitched at the sudden feeling, your stomach jumping. you sighed at the second kiss she left on the spot below your ear, breathily inquiring a “what are you doing?” that had her humming.

“want you.” your cheeks flushed, your thighs squishing together when her hand trailed down your stomach and dove underneath your pants and underwear, teasingly. “want to eat you.” you silently whimpered, your legs opening for her. she groaned, biting down on her bottom lip as she pushed into them, her fingers pushing in between your folds, touching your clit. you moaned. you were getting wetter by the minute, your hold faltering on the book and letting it fall onto the bed by your side. “i’m so fucking horny right now.” you gasped as hips grounded against your side. “can i fuck you baby?” her fingers were now surrounding your hole, slightly pushing in, grunting and pushing inside her middle up to the knuckle when you nodded. the gasp that left your lips made her only more eager. her lips were on your neck.

“you always get horny when you smoke.” you moan, your back arching as she crooked her finger.

“come on. i know you like it.” she muttered against your ear, kissing you on the lower part of your neck and making you sigh. “don’t you?” the pushing on a second finger made you moan, and her; chuckle. “of course you do.”

you could hear your pussy squelching with each thrust of her fingers, which only turned the two of you more on. “you’re so fucking wet…” she said, biting down on her lip before pulling them out, making you groan at the loss. you watched as she pushed her fingers inside her mouth, tongue swirling to taste your slick. without any words she quickly tugged from your shorts and panties, pulling them down your legs to take a peek at your drooling pussy. “fuck.” she sighed, you only pushing your legs apart more when she got on her belly, your fingers lacing in her hair as she kissed your inner thighs, quickly latching onto your folds and clit, desperate.

“shit, ellie.” you groaned, watching as her tongue lapped at your arousal, sliding in between your slick folds. her hands gripped tighter your thighs, pushing you closer to her mouth as her green eyes stared into your. you moaned at the sight, your hole clenching against her tongue, and later around it as she pushed inside. “just like that.” she hummed, going back to your clit to tease it with her tongue. you could see in her reddish half-lidded eyes that she was pussy drunk, lazily and messily lapping at you, eyes closing as she moaned at the taste.

you tugged on her hair, making her hum as she sucked on your clit, slightly shaking her head before pulling away and spitting in between your folds. you whimpered, thighs shaking.

she couldn’t even speak, completely loss on your cunt, mind fuzzy. she watched her drool dribble down in between your folds before spreading it with her fingers. your back arched as she pushed her ring middle ones inside, watching your lips stretch around them to take her. she bit down on her lip, moaning when you whimpered as she stared at your cunt being filled and split open by her fingers. you were taking her so easily… “fuck, ellie.” you sighed, moaning when her lips were back on your clit, making your thighs shake. you knew you weren’t gonna last, not when she found your g spot, curling her fingers to hit it over and over and over again. she knew it too by the way your grip tightened on her hair, hums and whines leaving your lips. “i’m gonna cum!” you quickly muttered, moaning as she went faster, sucked harder on that little bundle of nerves.

she didn’t relent until you were gushing inside her mouth, making her groan in pleasure. you always tasted so good. her eyes rolled to the back of her head, tongue desperately lapping at your cum to swallow it whole. you sighed as she fucked your through it, leaving you a trembling mess on her bed as she pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean, her head lazily resting against your shaking thigh.

“feeling better?” you inquired, looking at her hazy reddish green eyes. she was pussy drunk, and being high only made it better. she nodded and you chuckled, trailing your fingers through her auburn hair. “of course you do…”

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a/n; 🧟 ellie starving for it

@atomicami

[artdcnaldson]

hurm patrick getting you high asf so he can pound ur pussy to no resistance?? just a wet warm hole that kisses his neck sloppy and paws at his shoulders

hi... <3 this made me so dizzy i'm obsessed. i let it cook a little i hope you forgive me <3

TW FOR NONCON/DUBCON VIA INTOX if this is a topic that will trigger you or is not to your liking, please don't read this <3 much love

Really, you should've stopped. You should've known that it was getting to be too much, but Patrick kept putting the joint back between your lips and encouraging you to take nice, big hits. His eyes boring into yours as he grins and rubs your back and grins.

"That's a good girl," he nearly coos. His voice is dripping with condescension that flies right over your pretty head as he takes the joint back. You don't even notice that he's not taking any hits from the joint, he just distracts you with soft little touches and mindless chatter before he's placing it between your glossy lips again.

It isn't long before your head feels a little fuzzy, when his hand on your thigh makes you just want to nuzzle up and curl against him like a cat. You sigh softly as he pets your face, thumb grazing over your cheek.

He clicks his tongue to get your attention and you peer up at him with heavy eyes, smiling sweet and docile up at him. When he runs his thumb along your bottom lip and tugs it down with no resistance, he knows he has you where he wants you.

The moment his thumb presses against your tongue, your soft, pretty lips seal around it. He lets you suckle and drool around it as he wriggles his hand down your jeans and into your panties. You're already nice and wet for him, he figures you probably have been since the moment you stepped into his dorm room and gave that sweet little smile as you toed off your shoes.

"That's it," he murmurs, mouthing at your jaw as his rough fingers rub at your clit, making you gasp and moan around his thumb. Each noise pulled from your mouth, each lazy blink and slow grind of your pussy against his fingers, is like the sweetest honey. Every thought in that pretty little head of yours unspooled and replaced with cotton candy. Sweet and ephemeral.

It's a relief, seeing you like this— when he's laying you down on your back and sliding your pants and panties off and you're just blinking lazily up at him. Cunt slick and hot, clenching around nothing when he strips you of your top and plays with your nipples.

You whine and mewl, squirming with desperate need that you're too mindless to beg for. But he can see it in your eyes, he can see it dripping from your needy little hole. Want. Need. Desire.

You're so pliant, so open. Your walls just barely fluttering and squeezing around his cock as he sinks into your warm, wet cunt. You moan softly and loop your arms around his neck— they feel too heavy for you to do much more than that.

Sweet little gasps and moans escape your lips as you mouth at his jaw and ear with sloppy kisses, and if he feels you getting a little too fuzzy, a little too limp, he just has drill into your cunt a little harder to bring you back to where he wants you.

You're so good for him like this— soaking wet and so sweet. From the looks of it, he'd guess you were in heaven. He thrusts a little harder and a whimper of a gasp punches out of your lips, again and again and again. Pretty, mewling cries, mumbled hot against his throat.

If he was nicer he'd make you cum, but you're not exactly in a position to hold him to it. You whine softly when he pulls out, and he almost feels bad as he looks down at you— bleary eyed and desperate. When he notches his cock at your lips, you almost look a little confused, but you open your mouth and let him in— until you're suckling on his tip and laving over him with your tongue.

"There we go," he murmurs, his fingers fisted in your hair as he sinks in a little deeper. "Just needed something else in your mouth, didn't you? Keep going, honey... that's it. Use that hot little tongue."

He comes with a groan, pumping his load into your mouth and over your lips. Pretty little angel lips glazed in his cum. When you lick it off, he rewards you with another hit. It's the least he can do.

[freakywrites]

Jjk men as subs

Part 2

did ya hear me?!?! SUBSSSSSSSS WOOOOOOOO (I’m going crazy)

Yk the drill here are the warnings!! ;P

Character- nanami/gojo/suguru

Warning- UNEDITED smut! (Duh) dom reader (double duh) miss use of a human being (nanami) you can read it as fem reader but it’s kinda nb

I feel a little silly and goofy

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Kento Nanami - human furniture /toys/gagged/orgasm denial/soft dom reader

“Hello how may I help you?” You said sweetly to the person at the other side of the phone. “Mr.Nanami?- Oh, he is a bit busy at the moment.” You replied, setting the vibrators too high. A few whimpers escaped Kentos' gagged drooling mouth. Crossing your legs and placing a hand on his blonde hair, rubbing it gently, trying to soothe his nerves. “Mhm! Yes, I’ll tell him no worries.” You cheered before glaring down at the man that was trying to speak muffled words. “Ok have a nice day~” You spoke smoothly before hanging up.

you bent down to Kento’s face, pulling him gently by the hair. “Hmm last thing I remember is that chairs don’t talk, right? Or am I mistaken?” You said with a gentle voice as the man looked at you with dizzy adoration his face flushed to his forehead, drool hanging from his chin, dripping down to his flush neck.

You leaned on the desk head laying on your hand. You played with the remotes, one connected to the vibrator in his ass the other connected to the toy wrapped around his dick both vibrating intensely. Leaning down, you see his dick twitch inside the toy. You could tell he was close his pre was basically dripping out.

Nanami's body shakes, face hot. He is close so close he feels if he could get his release right now, he would faint. Feverishly, he twitched and hummed at the vibration. oh, how cruel you are. With a click of your tongue, you lowered the intensity of the vibration.

“Can't have you break so soon.” You coo, leaving light touches over his shoulder blade to the shell of his ear, then cupping his face, his brows knitted together eyes rimmed with glossy tears, basically begging you for the flash of bliss he needs. Feeling his shaky breath on your skin as he nuzzled into your palm, you grin.

"Be quite and I'll let you cum."

Suguru Geto - bondage /pegging/degrading/ hard dom reader

Suguru was tied up by red rope his arms behind his back and his face smushed to the ground, body twitch with every thrust of your hips. "That's it- taking it like the fucking slut you are." You said with gritted teeth griping his waist leaving cresent marks on his pale skin.

his head rose up, pink swollen lips moaning your name as you fuck him out his mind. "Ha-hah plea-please-please-please." Suguru pleaded his voice cracking and shaking feeling his head go fuzzy as he felt the throbbing climax rising hot from his groin to his neck and ears.

Suguru’s eyes rolled back as you stroked his worked-out dick crashing your hips deliciously against his ass. "C-Close!" He winced out the climax build up almost painful on his dick. His heavy breathing turning into bitchy little whimpers as you pick up the pace slamming into that sweet spot that made him see stars. "Your close again? What a dirty fucking bod you got Suguru." you teased flipping him over on his back to see his fucked-out face. Spreading his legs wide and pulling him closer to you, watching how he bit his lip when your eyes met.

"So, fucking pretty.” You say breathlessly, pulling one of his legs over your shoulder and leaning down to kiss his lips followed with a playful bite. "Make a mess for me ya?” You asked going down to his chest licking and sucking on his nipple earning a high-pitched whimpering hum. His body arches up as you bit gentle at his sensitive bud his eyes wide and mouth agape as he feels that tight coil in his stomach snap as he spurts out a hot load on his stomach. His body shakes and legs twitch as his last drops of cum spill out of his length as you fuck him through his orgasm. “Fuck- you came so much.” You said slowing down your thrusts kissing his jaw and corner of his lip, his face messy and sleepy.

“that’s it for today, ya?” You said, looking at the red panting man below you.

Satoru Gojo - voyeurism(you)/ feet kissing and licking foot job/ leg riding/brat taming

“F-fuck-need to cum.” Satoru bit his shirt between his teeth as he strokes himself blue eyes looking into yours as you sit pretty on the chair in front of him. “Such a foul mouth you got their Satoru.. is this really exciting to you?” You teased. “N-no you won’t let me fuck you.” He spat as he fist fucks himself. “Oh really? But this thing shows me you’re having fun.” You joke moving your foot to rub at his hard-on.

A rush of pleasure made Satoru shiver and moan out. “h-hah shit!- S-stop that!” He said, grabbing at your thigh, digging his nails into your plush skin. you hummed, stretching out a hand. You pat his fluffy white hair. “How can I? You’re so pretty when you're a mess.” You replied, looking down at the man as his hips grind on your foot desperately. “You’re being mean…” he grumbled as he glared at you through white lashes.

With a relaxed expression, you moved your leg away from him as you spoke. “Now would a mean person let you do this, or would a mean person get up and leave you to yourself?” Crossing your legs, you stare down at him, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration “your choice, Satoru.” You smile.

Gojo gulped down his pride and pleaded. “O-ok! Stay, please - just... Let me finish - I’ll be good..” He begged, pawing at the chair, looking up at you with blush dusted over his cheeks. With an eye roll, you crumbled and sighed. “..Fine” Satoru’s face lit up, “but” you continued. “You can only cum with my leg- that’s it.” you smile warmly at the distraught looking man on his knees.

“Are you kidding me? No! I want all of you-plea-” You click your tongue. “Do you think you deserve to fuck me? Just this would be enough, yeah? Take it or leave it.” You spat. "Fine!” Gojo pouted, getting into a comfortable position. “Hold it, Satoru.” You said, pushing him away with your foot. “What? I’m doing what I’m told.” He sassed. You pulled up your leg. “Don’t you wanna saver it?” You joke earning an eyeroll from him, but he still obeyed.

With a shaky sigh, he began to kiss your foot, starting from the heel to the toes, lapping at them as he stroked himself. He kissed up to your knee gasping when he feels the soul of your foot rub against his tip making him let out whimpers his hips moving up to reach your foot pre cum rubbing onto you. Satoru moved to grip at your thigh as he fucks onto you, dick rubbing at your leg smearing it with his wetness “f-finally” he grunts hips thrust wildely, impatiently for release. You soothe him by rubbing his hair and caressing his face tilting it up to see his light blush on his cheeks dipping your thumb into his mouth to press on his tongue.

“So pretty when you’re worked up” you coo watch the man twitch and gasp as he stares at you his face presses to your knee, his thrusts speeding up with the praise. “ha-ha-ah” he was vocal, his jaw clenched as he breathed in soon to loosen to release choppy moans. You roughly pull him by his hair leaning your body towards his giving him a deep and sloppy kiss which he returned with frantic need drool pooling from the corner of his lips pulling away you huff “that’s it pretty boy” you talk him through the erratic thrusts of his. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum” he said through gritted teeth and you hum rocking your foot up and down his shaft that was wet with saliva and pre cum. “Like a bitch in heat.” You murmur against his lips “come on satoru show me your worth yeah?”

The white haired man’s breath hitched as the burning of climax bursts. His body pulsing as a hot wave crashes through him his nails digging and roaming your skin as spirts of white cum smear on your foot dripping to the floor. You could feel the pulsing against your skin, and you hum as you watch his head drop to your lap

“there there wasn’t that good?” You said softly, rubbing as satoru grumbles and presses his face on your thigh.

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A/N: Hello did ya miss me? No? ;-;

ANYWAAAYSSS NEW POST >0< (brain rot)

my first time writing foot play and human furniture play… as well as bondage ….and leg ridding…. And pegging…. And…. I'm going to church tmrw :( (deadass)

Gojo was so hard to write sense how the FUCK do I write foot stuff? Is it counted as feet stuff??? Idk

loved everything I wrote here except Gojo’s so happy homie dead (jk…. A little bit ..srry not srry-)

Was gonna do more dudes but I no no wanna :(

BUT LOVE YALL XOXO 💋

[teddybeartoji]

im gnawing at puppy!satoru.... like pookie.... i didnt know I'd be obsessed with that.......... IM DESPERTLY WAITING FOR PUPPY!SATORU 😭 😭 😭

18+ mdni; gn!reader

puppy!satoru, who sits in front of your bed with the biggest and prettiest wide-eyes. tears pool in the corners of them, wetting his angelic eyelashes in the most beautiful way. a pretty baby blue collar hangs from his neck – it's tied to one of your desk's legs and it's the only thing that's keeping him from lunging at you. whimpers fall from his wet lips and drool dribbles down his chin; his tongue hangs from his mouth as he pants in desperation. he wants to taste, he wants to touch – but he's being punished right now.

he has been a bad pup.

a muzzle rests on his face, the straps sink into his soft flushed cheeks and you can already see the faint red marks that they're leaving on his perfect skin. you almost feel bad. almost. his hands are tied behind his back and he's completely at your mercy.

sitting down on his knees, he slightly bounces up and down on his legs just to get some relief. his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can hear it. his fuzzy ears are bent back and he looks oh, so cute like this. they flop a little every time he raises his hips from the ground and you coo at him.

the sudden murmur makes them perk up again, his eyes growing even bigger than before. please, please, please. you grin at him from your place on your shared bed.

the thing he desires the most, the heaven that sits right between your legs, your soft thighs – it's exactly at his eye-level. this is pure torture.

he watches you touch yourself, play with yourself with slow movements; he can see the slick glistening on your sensitive skin and he'd do anything to lick you clean. he just wants to make you feel good! white tufts of hair fall in front of his eyes; they're starting to cling to his forehead from the way he's sweating. it's too hot in the room - he's not even wearing anything other than he stupid collar!

his rock hard cock bobs in the air, his balls twitching every time it hits his own lower belly. there's pre-cum smeared all over his happy trail and he's making such a big mess even without your help. your dirty pup...

another pretty little mewl tumbles from his swollen lips and he tugs harshly at his leash, but winces when it doesn't let up. a soft gasp followed by loud panting, his tail smacks against the floor. c'mon, he's being so good. he's so good for you. please, just let him taste you.

"does puppy wanna play, hm?"

his eyes roll back into his head at your sultry voice and he's nodding his head so strongly that he starts to feel a little dizzy. the collar around his neck only seems to be getting tighter and tighter, his airways getting blocked by his suffocating desire. a glob of pre-cum spills from his slit and it slides down the side of his shaft. he feels it. he imagines you wiping it off with your finger, with your mouth. he's so fucking hard.

his eyes are glued to your center – his least meal, his only solution to his unquenchable thirst. he wants to bury his nose into your crotch, he wants to breathe you in, he wants you to be the only thing on his mind.

(as if you aren't just that already.)

more. he needs more.

the silk ropes around his wrist dig into him, and even those just seem to be getting tighter by the second. he can't stop moving around, he can't sit still – he's the one that's making it worse. it hurts.

he likes it.

satoru's glassy eyes follow your free hand as it trails all over your thigh and your stomach and he can't surpress the saddest little whine that crawls up his throat. your lips stretch into a wide grin while raising your hand to play with your nipple. your other hand stays playing with yourself, filling the room with the slick delicious sounds.

you watch him lick his lips, you watch him pant, you watch him yank at the collar again – he's like a magnet, drawn to you always and forever.

he humps the air and a tear falls from the corner of his eye.

"aww... you crying, puppy?" voice far from sincere, his cock twitches. your teeth sink into your lower lip and your eyebrows furrow in a fake, mocking expression. "oh, you poor thing..."

his sharp fangs glimmer in the low lights of the room. "please..."

his tail swishes behind him, he can't help himself. he has no control over his own body.

"please what, baby?"

"taste, please, can i have a taste?"

you laugh at his neediness and you hear the little metal parts of his collar cling together. he's getting impatient now. "i don't know... can you?"

pushing yourself off your back, you crawl over to your pup. he's sitting so pretty, harboring a big aching mess between his legs. you reward him with another teasing coo as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed – close enough for him to drown in your scent but far enough to shed another miserable tear.

his eyes fall shut as he lets you properly fill his nostrils, all of his senses. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingers on the side of his face and his pretty blues snap open in an instant. he's staring up at you – hungry and eager to please, ready to take whatever you'll give him—

—ready to give whatever you'll take.

you push his head back a little, tilting his head so he's getting a good look at you. in this position, you tower over him so easily and he feels like putty in your hands. combing through his hair, you scratch right behind his ear and watch him lean into your touch with hearts in your eyes.

but then you tug on his white strands, intoxicated by the smallest sounds that keep falling from him. forcing him to keep his gaze on you, you widen your legs in front of him. it's so, so hard for him to obey you, to be good, when it's right there. his lip wobbles behind the restriction and another quiet plea echoes the room.

"are you gonna behave, puppy?"

"yes." the speed at which he answers is almost ridiculous, but you can't tease him for it. not when your own stomach fills with butterflies aswell. you want him just as much.

loosing the grip in his hair, you let him slowly sink toward your center; he keeps his eyes on you, not daring to look away for even a second. the scent is so strong now, his balls twitch as pre-cum dribbles down them. just another inch, just a little more. he's right there. right fucking there.

the muzzle barely bumps against your crotch and eyes fall shut with a dramatic sigh. his ears flop down so fucking cutely; he's literally a breath away but the damn thing is in his way, it's ruining him, it's killing him. and to add to that, it seems like the collar is just about an inch too short aswell because there's a big vein running on the side of his neck – a clear sign of him not getting enough air.

but he doesn't pull away. his tail thumps, it never stopped. he bounces on his heel and tilts his head to meet your gaze again. he rests his cheek on against your thigh and you take the second to admire the mess he's made already. his skin is all flushed, from his chest and up to the tips of his ears; red markings peek from behind the straps of the muzzle – the contrast between those and his marble skin is just exceptional.

drool trickles through the miniature cage and straight down onto your thigh but you don't mind. he looks absolutely fucked out like this. you allow yourself to card through his hair again, unable to keep your hands off of him for more than two minutes and he hums at your soft touch.

"such a cute, pup, hm?"

you cradle his jaw as best as you can and hold his face to yours again before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto the muzzle, just above where his nose would be. and then another to the side of the thing. he squirms in your hold, overwhelmed by your sudden touches. he feels like he's going to melt into a puddle when you press the next one to his jaw.

he can smell your arousal. it's... so fucking good. he hums as he tries to nuzzle further into you. all he can think about is filling you up and giving you his knot. c'mon, he's been so, soooo good... he deserves it, right?

you will let him breed you, right? you're gonna let him have a taste? gonna let him pump you full? gonna let him give you his knot?

right?

+ @staryukis & @ohimsummer hiiiiiiii guuuyss.... puppyboy!satoru on my mind so i just had to tag you two too hehehehe:333