#cw; spice

[bitbrumal]

            HEADCANON    ↤  diluc  ::  sweetly horny, a lot   ↩

DILUC...   just so you know... if you & diluc are close, & have sexual relations... if you are miserable he is going to want to fuck you better. needy? in need of him? making you feel better? oh, mama, that gets him going. will he say it out loud? most likely fuck no. JDF;LKAJDF. diluc vc @ his unlawfully hard cock: i am a Civilised Man, do not embarrass me. his lover: sad diluc: i can Provide for you- also unzips     ( there is something so obscene about a gentleman like diluc being. well. obscene. ) if he has offered to love you silly & you ask him something like "do you also like me when i'm [ insert perhaps less loveable side to u ]" his response would be-      diluc, instantly: yes. always. just checking to make sure i don't freak you out: when you say 'like me' you don't mean 'do you also want to fuck me stupid', right? just. uhm. checking. for the kind of assurance i'm about to give you. & he'd certainly only ever fuck them gently c: c: c: yes only gently definitely not thinking of sweetly railing them until they forget they were ever sad but mostly gentle fD;LKJALS;DKF. rarely but Sometimes For Sure diluc is just like i am gonna... have you under me until you're so fucked out you won't even need a dick for a month and a half-

& when his lover is most :'c his dick is most 'YES. LET ME. I CAN DO THIS I AM MADE FOR THIS FUCKING JOB LET ME AT EM THEY'LL NEVER CRY AGAIN EXCEPT FROM PLEASURE' & he's very outwardly Not Like That at all. bc he figures that's not what they want or need, & that perhaps even worse they'd feel like he's cheapening what they're going through :'c so he'd only bring it up if he was pretty fucking confident it'd at least be okay. yes this does mean you can see the outline of his bulge if you happen to be looking & he's going to try to hide it-

P.S. he's also hypersexual, & extremely pent-up because he just... does not seek it out. flying solo helps, but certainly doesn't do... much, or for long lmao.

[seawaveleo]

lovin the dichotomy here

anyway tumblr número 1 campeão do mundo staff stop changing the mobile layout and get rid of tumblr live

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My local bar invented a new way to serve beer. They mixed beer with mulling spices, Greek yogurt, and sugar to taste. It was pretty popular with the regulars.

[triflelayer]

🩵 ૮₍｡´• ̫ •`｡₎ა ﾟ☁︎ ⋆ Cinnamoroll cake by dannesolsol.

[jazeswhbhaven]

“Raises hand up “I have a request 🙋‍♀️

What would the kings do if MC was a touchy drunk person.They whisper naughty things into the ear about stuff they want to do to them.😏

This could get a little hot and steamy eh? And MC is being so forward I do wonder how our kings would act... (this was sitting the drafts omfg I'm so sorry anon ;.;)

Satan: It was a normal evening for him as per usual. Relaxing for once at the local bar when there's no angel attack, but there is another 'attack'...from MC. They'd been drinking a little too much, celebrating with the other nobles for their victory and day off. And Satan's right in the crossfire, MC leaning and nuzzling against his neck, the slight slur to their words. Satan pulls MC to the backroom to sober up, or that's the excuse he gave Sitri. "Tell me what you want to do to me again?" he says boldly, face flushed, listening to MC say such dirty declarations in confidence they normally wouldn't dare say sober. They both spend the rest of the night there, just flirting with each other until MC passes out drunk in his arms. Mammon: Tonight was a grand feast for particularly no reason, but top-shelf alcohol was being served, and well, MC had a little too many because Mammon encouraged it (lol) Now while he can handle his liquor, he still gets flushed when MC is sitting on his lap and whispering in his ear while purposely taking his hand and placing it on their butt. Mammon doesn't pay any mind to anyone else in the room and wants to hear more declarations from MC until they get sober and then he whisks them away to his room to do all of those things they said they would.

Beelzebub: Well, canon wise we know what he'd do in this situation. However, for the sake of this scenario, Beel loves it that MC is flirty when drunk, which is why before they started drinking, he had them agree that whatever happens while they're tipsy they consented to it beforehand. While MC is whispering in his ear, he touches them back, the two of them groping each other which leads to making out. However, Beel stops it there. He wants to make sure MC is well aware when he starts thrusting...(thrusting??? yes during the make out sesh, Beel slid inside of MC and was having them cockwarm him the entire time)

Leviathan: Somehow, MC got into the liquor cabinet. And somehow...they managed to slip Foras and the others to Levi's room who immediately seemed annoyed that MC was in his room, tipsy, near drunk, and draped all over him. He hates the smell of alcohol on their breath, but he can't help but feel special that they came to him immediately. While he listens to the unhinged things MC says while trying to grab his sensitive areas, he stops them and ties them up for a while. He's worked up, so he has MC watch as he pleasures himself and tells them to keep saying those things about him.

Lucifer: Oh, a drunk/tipsy MC? How amusing. He sits in his seat as MC starts feeling up on him, telling him the things they'd do to him, and all he does is just sit there with a smirk on his face and his arms folded. He waits until they're done, and he replies..."My turn." He pulls MC close, purring and whispering in their ear, describing just what he wants to do to them right at that moment. It seems MC is lost for words, but he locks them within his arms, letting them feel the bulge in his pants as he keeps going.

[bobnewbie]

ending their first night in the new place on a high note...extra spice under the cut

[frenchfrywrites]

Was reading your obey me master list and your mating press ask for the boys and sides made me wonder about perhaps pressing the Twst third years?

Mating press with the TWST third years

MINORS DNI

Cater really loves the position! He looves that it forces you to pay such close attention to him. Oh you'd never be able to tell if he likes it more than any other position though. Cater is dumb and drooling just from having your tip pop inside of him, and having you push him into a mating press generates the same reaction lol. No matter what position you fuck in, he's gonna be drunk on your dick all the same. He'll brag to other people about you being able to fuck him in the position btw.

Trey looooves the mating press position. Part of his infatuation with it comes from the name of the position alone, for he has a massive breeding kink imo. Part of it though, is due to the fact that you’re so close to him, and he can see you better when he doesn’t have his glasses on <3 he loves being able to see your face and cling to you when you fuck him! Even if he can’t see you as well as he’d like, the sound of your balls and thighs hitting his skin is fuel to the fire cooking in his loins.

The mating press is easily Leona’s favorite position to do when you want to take him on his back. Typically I think he leans more towards being fucked doggy style or on his side, so his tail isn’t put in an awkward or uncomfortable position. But when you’re fucking him in a mating press he’s so lost in pleasure that he’s hardly paying attention to the feeling of his tail being pinned against the bed. All he can do is claw your back and beg you to fuck him full of some cubs. 

Rook has more favored positions, but he has absolutely no complaints when it comes to the mating press. He likes that he can cling to you and show off how flexible he is! He likes that he can kiss you while you cum. He especially loves the way that your cock reaches so deeply inside of him. However he certainly doesn’t need to be fucked in this position every night to be satisfied. If you maneuver him into it every once in a while, it’ll the do the trick of getting him real worked up and seeing stars. 

Vil will probably claim indifference towards the position, but he loooves it! He’s greedy for your cock, and loves having it feel like you’re churning up his guts with how deep you’re reaching. He likes that you’d have to be focused on him and his pretty face while fucking him. And he especially loves how it feels to have you cumming deep inside of him, making sure there’s not a drop that escapes him. He’s more than flexible enough to do the position nearly every night too.

Idia “hates” the position. He’ll tell you it’s embarrassing, and that it hurts but really he loves it so much. All it takes is one thrust in the position and all excuses die on his tongue. The first time you try it he cums so quick. That isn’t to say that it isn’t a bit embarrassing for him, being so exposed for you, or that it doesn’t hurt a bit (because we all know boy is NOT doing his stretches lmao). It's just that Being Seen a little by someone he loves and trusts, and the subsequent burn in his legs the following morning (that remind him of said fucking) are hardly "negatives". So really, he won’t complain much. 

Malleus enjoys the position a lot! When you explained it to him, I think he really liked the implications coming with the name. He gets all flustered and excited thinking about you being his mate and filling him with babies. He loves having you manhandle him into the position, and the weight of you on top of him more than anything. When he’s deep into subspace having you so close is an incredibly comforting thing. Being the romantic that he is, he also adores being able to see your face while in the position. 

I actually can’t see Lilia being wildly into the position. The things he’d love about it is being so small under you (the size kink goes wild with this position), and having you so close to him. However… I see Lilia as being a very active and squirm-y man. I think he’d much much rather ride you than be put in a mating press. He’s like the opposite of a pillow princess to me dkshgkah. BUT! If you did hypno with him, or maybe somno, he’s very into it and very pliant. He may be old as dust, but he can still stretch and bend like any other twink.

[windslar]

👀

[bitbrumal]

                                   HEADCANON ↤    sexuality    ::    THE CAST    ↩

↪ KAEYA ✤ bisexual king. confident as hell, because he knows he’s that good ( & just hasn’t got any insecurities surrounding sex ). almost always tops / dominantly, unless he feels secure in the other’s affections & relationship with him; hence the rarity lol. will spend 6 hours wearing you both out or less than a minute. his kinks range from vile violent shit to ‘genuine love & care IS my kink’. if the feelings are right he’s the softest motherfucker and the hungriest - if they are not, you’re what he channels his sadistic proclivities into. he’s always feral during sex. it is easier than holding hands & honestly more fun, so he gets ( unintentionally ) sexual/flirtatious with anyone he cares for. if you’re actually in a relationship you may need to smack his hands away here or there c:

↪ DILUC ✤ thinks he’s bisexual; actually just streamlined into heterosexuality by his father + so starved of appreciation & hungry for others’ pleasure that he can get a lot out of pleasuring a woman. never fucks them, though. he has a well-practised jaw c: in reality he’s a flaming homosexual, your honour. bottom or terminal service top. sex is the only place his head stops hating him ( as much ) for a minute, & where he can let all his burdens fall away to focus solely on something softer than violence & fear. even so, he limits his sex life to the occasional jaunt across the border to dickspittle villages with working girls who’ll never hear the name ‘ragnvindr’ & recognise his face. ( it feels safe to fuck girls, because there won’t be any feelings - or bullshit he isn’t practised in handling. i’m not sure he’s able to fuck a man without catching feelings & those are scary & out of place thank you. also haha no no i AM what my father wants me to b- )

↪ AYAKS ✤ ??? he’s been in the army since he was 14, my good dudes. not a disaster, just a virgin. fairly confident around flirtations - effortlessly confident, in fact, as long as they are surface level: he’s spent far too much time submerged in politics & underhanded tactics not to know. also he’s swole & pretty, so y’know he gets some attention. you won’t really be able to tell unless you actually fuck him, as childe doesn’t follow through on anyone’s advances as a rule. he’s a little bit shy, a bit traditional ( not necessarily ‘abstain until marriage’ but still some lack of ability to be truly superficial in the actual act ).

↪ TSARITSA / KHIONIYA ✤ pansexual queen. you will get the strap. leans heavily toward lesbeans just because it’s where she’s accustomed to finding the tenderness she thrives on. no-one fucks a virgin better than she, if they’re the sentimental sort who want to feel special. it is impossible not to feel genuinely for anything, for her, & so she can make a fundamental type of love to anyone. even so: feeling ravished by genuine feeling alone, she can & will marinate in longing & sweet affection for weeks before partaking of the flesh. it’s an enjoyable lifestyle.

↪ REGRATOR / ALYOS ✤ powersexual. his own power. really good at sex since he used to be a sex worker, but won’t fucking put in the effort for you lol. give him prospects & opportunity he doesn’t want your holes :v would lose his shit if he got to bottom right, but good luck getting him on his belly with his ass up without losing your life afterwards. he’s never been fucked as an equal...

↪ DOTTORE / EMILE ✤ gay disaster & terminally bottom. had one (1) humiliating experience ( girl laughed at his peen during their first time >:// it’s a little crooked okay leave him alone ) & has unintentionally made it a point never to recover. will shriek a little bit & scuttle off to the other side of the room if approached with welcome affection. top in the labs, disaster virgin anywhere near the sheets. an insufferable yet endearing(?) menace when romantically inclined toward someone, & you’ll both find out the hard way that he is.

↪ CAPITANO ✤ classifies as a dominant top. knows what it would like to try touching on a case by case basis. hungry for any ‘kin’ship / anything that reeks of the abyss like it does. otherwise eldritch; doesn’t have those social concepts. might just be parasitical/a symbiote, because it keeps wanting to go in & then expand, take over-

↪ KUNIKUZUSHI ✤ switch between savage top & demeaning power bottom. other modes are reserved for emotional connections he does not yet have c: until he gets his parts switched out by a certain someone with special talent for innovative reconstruction, he cannot stand sex for how tightly it links him with his body - her creation, her lingering rule over his nature. after that he goes apeshit for a bit just to thoroughly know who he is & what labels are solely his own. the only passion he champions for now is self-exploration. ( ties make you weak to another’s will. there’s been too much external influence; it is time he became his own puppet. )

[yuridemon]

EVERYDAY I'M LOSIN' MY MIND. (FEELS LIKE THEY'RE WATCHIN' ME.)

alternate versions

[lotuso3o]

honeymoon activities..

[gloomiegalaxie-sims]

Meilani (fae/she) + Orion (they/he)

these cuties were originally my CC models but then i got attached, and now they're OC's and a couple.

[reunitedinterlude]

31 days of october

day 4) Halloween Baking - PUMPKIN SPICE PUMPKIN COOKIES

[cobwebbedcat]

Slutweed 

MINORS DNI 

Warnings: top dom(ish) amab gn reader, sub bottom trans male Mammon, puppy play, piss!, weed/drug use, anal, daddy kink, light breeding kink, mams goes nonverbal for a hot sec 

Terms used for mammon: tits, chest, pussy, cunt, clit, reader talks about his womb 

"I have'ta pee."  

"Okay? Go then?" You're not sure what the big deal is, or why Mammon is sharing this information with you.  

If you were sober you’d catch the underlying attempt at an invitation that seeps through his tone, if you were sober you’d actually witness the way he batted his eyelashes at you while he said it. You’re not sober, but you’re not as far gone as he is. Just gone enough to be thoroughly entertained and entranced with Mammon’s hand. His brows furrow at your response.  

"Yeah okay,” he huffs, yanking his hand away from you and getting out of the bed. He hesitates, “s’not like I want you there, or anything, but if you wanna come,” he pauses for a definitive moment, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, “if you wanna come, you can.” Now that he’s better verbalized that he so obviously wants you to join him—despite his claims not to—you catch his drift. You’ll never give up the chance to watch him piss.  

"Cute," you hum, and hoist yourself out of the bed and take his hand in yours once again. The two of you walk to the bathroom connected to his room, and sooner than later he's standing in front of the toilet. He finally lets go of your hand in favor of shimmying out of his sweatpants. You watch, confusion slowly building as he kicks his pants fully off and stands in front of the toilet.  

"Aren't you going to sit?" You finally ask, and Mammon blinks before laughing. 

"Fuck. Forgot I don't have a dick," he explains. You bark out a laugh, and Mammon flushes, beginning to pout now that you’re laughing along with him. 

"I mean,” you recover your composure much quicker than you’d thought was possible for you right now, “there is a way for you to piss standing up.” 

Mammon squints at you, trying to figure out what you’re insinuating. You can practically hear him thinking; just when you’re about to tell him exactly what you mean, his eyes widen and he licks his lips.  

"Yeah," he breathes your name, "please, I wanna," and he doesn't even have to beg, but it sure does add to the warmth that’s been slowly growing in your loins ever since Mammon invited you to the bathroom with him.  

You lead a pantless, very excited Mammon back to his room, and take out the pee pad you have. Considering how things normally play out when he uses the pee pad, you pocket some lube for good measure.  

You set it up on the floor for him and Mammon's breathing quickens as he eagerly stands atop it.  

He worldlessly reaches out to hold your hand, and you let him take it.  

"Gonna pee here for me, little puppy?" You ask softly. Mammon whines at your words, again shifting from leg to leg, out of eagerness or a full bladder you can't tell.  

It only takes a moment and then he starts to relieve himself, completely wetting his inner thighs as a puddle forms beneath him. Mammon looks down, watching himself with glazed over eyes. Your cock twitches in your pants, your thoughts racing with imagining eating him out after this, or making him sit in his mess.  

Mammon eventually steps his legs open and reaches down with his free hand, spreading his pussy open so his stream flows uninterrupted onto the pad.  

Letting go of his hand, you step behind him, holding onto his hips and rubbing your cock against his ass as you watch over his shoulder. Mammon's legs shake a bit, and then he's grinding back against you as his stream dies down.  

“Want me to fuck you?” you ask softly, bringing your hands from his hips to his chest, squeezing his tits and rolling his slowly hardening nipples under your thumbs. 

“Yeah,” Mammon breathes, “in my ass.” 

"Seriously?" you ask, feeling your cock throb at his words. You know better to question him, it always makes him doubt himself.  

“No. Or I mean yeah, only if you wanna. Y’don’t have to,” he mumbles, “but if you wanted to, ‘m already clean.” You don't need to be told twice.  

“Shit puppy, I’ll fuck your ass.” 

Mammon practically falls to his hands and knees, at that. You know, at best, he’s actively turned on by the fact that he’s sitting in his own puddle of piss, at worst he is clearly unbothered by it. He raises his ass enticing—inviting you to touch him.  

You’re a bit clumsy with getting out of your pants, but who could blame you, with him looking so good in front of you. Settling between his legs, you keep the lube you’d grabbed earlier within reaching distance. You place your hands on Mammon’s ass and he whines, arching into your touch. Blood rushes to your cock; you feel lightheaded as you spread his cheeks and reveal his hole to you.  

“You-” you pause, letting a finger circle his hole. Cotton mouth is getting to you, and you audibly swallow before continuing. “You prepped yourself already?” 

“Lil’ bit, need more,” he hums softly, wiggling his hips. Despite feeling like your mouth is dry, you manage to gather a glob of saliva in your mouth and promptly spit it on his entrance.  

You won’t use your spit as lube, you do it just because it’s filthy, because you can, and because Mammon keens—high and long—when you rub your spit against and into his hole. You’re aching to be inside of him.  

“Fuck-- fuckin’ come on,” he begs, his voice cracking and straining with need. You spank him, quick and sharp; his back arches further as he melts into the pad.  

“Calm down pup” you chide, grabbing the lube nearby and coating your fingers in it. “Gonna have to muzzle you if you keep rushing me,” you think about that, gagging him with something, but you know you’ll want to hear whatever mindless babbles will fall from his lips once you start fucking him.  

Mammon doesn’t say anything, just moans when you ever-so-slowly sink your finger into his ass. It must be agonizing for him, to hold himself up on his hands and knees, to lay in his own piss, to be as wet as he is right now (thoroughly drenched), and to be opened up so carefully and slowly.  

You rub your finger against his insides, then press in another finger slowly. Mammon takes it like a champ, twitching and squeezing around your digits as he humps his hips back against your hand.  

“Greedy little thing,” you groan. Mammon giggles but it’s cut off when you curl your fingers.  

“Oh, ’m just,” he hiccups, “I need it daddy, I need ya, need your cock—shit!” He gasps when you take your free hand and spank his ass. His hole clenches like a vice around you. Your cock throbs.  

Your patience is running thin, but you make him wait just a bit longer, scissoring your fingers open, feeling him loosen up for you. 

“Gotta grab a condom,” you mutter, easing your fingers out of him ever so slowly. Mammon whines, but doesn’t protest more than that. He knows better.  

Standing on shaky legs, you stumble to the bedside table, grabbing a condom before making yourself comfortable once again behind him. u

Mammon’s busied himself by pressing his face into his mess, lazily licking at his piss, a hand between his legs slowly circling his fingers around his hard clit.  

You watch him for a moment, your cock leaking pre and twitching at the sight of him, while you try your best to open the condom with shaky, sticky fingers.  

Once you’ve got it on, you slick yourself with lube, and drape yourself over Mammon’s body.  

He pulls his head up, licking his lips, then mumbling something.  

“What was that, pup?” you ask, pressing the head of your cock against his hole. 

“Want ya—” he huffs, averting eye contact, “want ya t’mount me, daddy.” Involuntarily, your hips jerk forward, and your cockhead ruts against his hole.  

“God damn,” you hiss, taking yourself into your hand, “relax,” you say, unsure if it’s for yourself or Mammon to hear.   

Ever so slowly, you press yourself into him. He gasps and moans, shuddering from the intensity of the sensation and stretch.  

“Fuck, puppy,” you moan, feeling breathless and close already. “Taking daddy’s cock so well, baby. Feel so fucking good,” Mammon whines at your words, still playing with his clit. 

“Full,” you hear him mumble. You rock your hips, gently starting to fuck him into the pee pad. “Oh,” Mammon gasps.  

“Feelin’ good?” you ask, leaning over him to kiss his back tenderly.  

“Uh-uh huh,” you know him well enough to know he sounds close already. 

“Taking me so well,” you repeat yourself, because your brain is hazy with lust and weed and the beautiful man beneath you, and shit, he really does open up nicely for you. Still fucking his ass nice and slow, you bring one of your hands down to his pussy—bypassing his clit because Mammon’s fingers are preoccupied with it—and easily slip two fingers into his hole.  

“Fuck!” Mammon cries, trembling. 

“Feel me, baby?” you tease, rubbing your fingers against your own cock from within his insides. Mammon gushes and twitches violently around you.  

“Daddy--” he gurgles, trailing off and mumbling something incoherent. 

“It’s okay puppy, hah, you can cum if you want to.” Being the ever submissive demon that he is, it’s not until he’s granted permission that he does; crying out your name and coming completely undone under you. It takes everything in you to not fill the condom then and there. Instead, you ever so slowly fuck him through it, finding it difficult to move with just how tightly he clenches down on you.  

“God damn,” you groan again, easing yourself ever so slowly out of him once he slowly returns to himself. 

“Can I cum in your pussy, puppy?” you roll off the condom and toss it carelessly elsewhere.  

Mammon doesn’t respond with a verbal go ahead, but he raises his hips for you and whines pathetically, looking back at you with his red and dilated eyes giving you a pleading look.  

“Mhm, thank you pup,” you coo, pulling out your fingers and easing your cock raw into his cunt. Mammon groans, then lets out a pleased sigh. You know his masochistic self would have loved you to fuck his ass roughly, but you just can’t bring yourself to doing it just yet. Instead, you fuck his pussy hard and deep, selfishly chasing your orgasm.  

Mammon babbles under you, mostly unintelligible, but you pick up the stray moan of your name and “please.” You’re not any more composed, vocalizing every thought that enters your mind. 

“My puppy, hah, sweet thing, my—ah—my  sweet puppy, love you, feel so-oh good, puppy, gonna breed you pup, fuck,” he’s so hot and tight around you, the weed makes it hard to focus on what feels best, “gotta fill your womb with my cum, hah, you’ll take it all won’t you puppy?” He nods his head, which surprises you, because you can barely follow your own train of thought. “Fuck, that’s right, shit, gonna cum,” you warn. You feel dizzy, hot, and rabid, the sound of your hips slapping against Mammon’s skin echoes throughout the room as you pound him into the floor.  

“Mammon,” you gasp softly as you find your peak, burying your cock deep inside him and pumping your cum into him. He can’t speak at all now, just whines and keens softly, his overstimulated pussy spasming around your dick.  

You keep yourself lodged in him for a good minute, until you’re soft and your body aches. 

Mammon is thoroughly fucked and still stoned, so as soon as you’re not there to hold him up he slumps into the mess that’s been soaking into the pee pad.  

“C’mon baby, up we go,” you mumble softly, taking him into your arms. He lazily drapes his arms around you, sighing contently, and nuzzling into your touch.  

“Bath?”  

Mammon nods at the suggestion, so you rise to your feet and shakily make your way to the bathroom. You’ll deal with the mess later.  

“Hungry?” you check, setting him down in the tub as you fill it with water. Mammon shakes his head no. “You hurting at all?” He rolls his eyes at that. You pinch his thigh, “shut up, I know you’re the all powerful and great demon Mammon, but I get to ask anyways,” you pout. He smiles, his fangs poking against his teeth, before he pulls you in for a kiss.  

When you pull away his stomach growls. “Liar,” you tease, kissing him again quickly before rising to your feet. 

“No, no,” he gasps, holding onto you, “s’fine, don’t leave t’feed me.” You coo, entering the tub with him and rewarding your greedy man by smothering him with kisses and cuddles. You want to kick yourself for even imagining leaving him in this state. 

“Of course sweetheart, we’ll keep this short, then get something to eat, how’s that sound?” he nods at that, letting you wrap yourself around him.  

“I wanna eat, and I wanna watch a movie, and maybe fuck again,” he huffs, leaving no room for negotiation.  

“Yeah,” you laugh, kissing his skin, hoping to convey your endless love through such a mundane action, “yeah, we can do that puppy.”  

[bubbiethesaur]

LRA doodles

(Woe, silly doodles be upon ye)

One of my goals this year is to improve my art skills, so I’ve been trying to practice every day. And what better way to practice than to do silly LRA doodles?

[sugoi-and-spice]

Stealth Mission (Shigaraki x Reader)

So like, Tomura Shigaraki 100% uses his quirk to decay the condom right?

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

CW: Stealthing (Non-Consensual Condom Removal), Coercion, Established Relationship turned Non-Con/Dub-Con, Explicit Smut

As a reminder, Requests are Open! So if you like my work and have an idea you'd like me to write, send it on in! ^_^

If you weren’t putting the condom on him yourself, you were watching Shigaraki do it like a fucking hawk.

It had definitely been a mistake to say fuck it and go raw that one time you found both your wallets empty. But you’d been getting beyond hot and heavy and it was right before he was leaving for a mission. You didn’t know if you’d ever even see him again so you said fuck it.

Well, you did see him again. And ever since, he hadn’t stopped whingeing when it came to condoms. 

“Come on” he’d groan, grinding against your clothed sex, “You’re not gonna get pregnant and it feels so much better.”

“With how much you get stabbed and shot? Absolutely not.” you snapped, “You can do it with the condom or not at all.”

He let out a whine and a stubborn punch into the pillow, like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum, before moving on to put his lips to better work against your throat.

There was once that he tried to be sneaky about it, slipping it off just before pushing into you from behind. He’d failed to consider the fact that it felt as good for you as it did for him without a condom. There was a clear fucking difference that you felt instantly. And the villain had gotten all of just the tip in before earning a swift donkey kick to the chest. 

Of course, once the act got going, Shigaraki was always out of complaints. Sex was sex, and sex between you was amazing after all. But the moments leading up were always fucking insufferable.

Today, however, there hadn’t been a peep. He didn’t even pose the question, just got down to brass tax. Whether it was because it had been a while since your last coupling and he was desperate or he was finally giving up on the argument altogether, you weren’t sure. Whatever the reason, you were just enjoying the way he was fucking you senseless with only his normal, horny babbling. You never once suspected that he had a plan going in.

“Yeah, you like that?” 

He stood above you, your hips pulled almost entirely off the bed with only his left hand pushing on the back of your knee, his right grinding frantically into your sex, and the snap of his hips keeping you up.

“Y-Yes, fuck yes—!” you cried out.

You could feel him harden and swell within you as he got close, the feeling in tandem with the friction sending you entirely over the edge.

As your orgasm rocked through your body, you didn’t notice him stop thrusting. Even as you came down your brain was too fuzzy to notice that he’d also pulled out almost entirely.

It was only when you noticed that sinister, toothy grin of his that a surge of panic hit you. You snapped down to where you were connected, your hips pushed up almost perpendicular so you could see everything perfectly. Shigaraki wanted you to see.

To see him wrap all five fingers around his cock.

“Tomura—!”

He suddenly plunged into you with a groan so loud and satisfied, it almost felt like a victory cry. 

You gasped out, feeling every inch of hot smooth skin, every vein and ridge and strain of muscle. The condom was fully decayed.

You tried to sit up, but Shigaraki was faster — fuck, you always forgot how fast and nimble he was — locking his hands to the back of your legs and shoving your knees hard into your chest. He was fucking restraining you with your own body, and folding you tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“T-Tomura!” you panted, “P-Please—!”

But he didn’t hear you, only bucking and babbling desperately, “Fuckyes Fuckyes Fuckyes—it feels so fucking goooood…”

It did feel good. The added slickness of precum, the natural glide of soft, supple skin against skin. Whether it was good or not was never the reason you said no.

You palmed weekly at his stomach as you felt him start to stutter, “T-Tomura I’m serious! Please don’t cum in—”

Shigaraki didn’t last much longer — he had already been close to climax before he’d dusted the condom. And now—

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” his head dropped down into your chest between your ankles as his jackhammered wildly, “Fucking take it!”

His hips slapped one last yelp out of you, locking flush into your thighs as he spilled over inside. 

Shigaraki stayed there for what felt like forever. Giggling as he rubbed his hips into you, as if he was trying to get even deeper, to crawl into your skin.

“Fuck I just want to live here.” grinned blissfully, intentionally rubbing as much salt into the wound as he could, “Wouldn’t you like that?”

You were pointedly not looking at him. He reached down to pinch your chin between your fingers. He tilted it towards him.

“Come on, beautiful, wouldn’t you?”

You promptly whipped your head out of his hands.

He tried to poke and prod at you for a few more minutes, but upon realizing that you had no intention of playing along, finally got bored.

Shigaraki pulled out with a groan, his softening cock pulling a good amount of cum with it.

You finally sat up as he walked across the room to grab a towel and wipe himself off, joints wincing and cracking from the pretzel position he had manipulated you into. You peered down between your legs to assess the damage.  

An absolutely absurd amount of cum was puddling onto the sheets, some even spilling out onto the floor thanks to how close you were to the edge of the bed. Tiny little shreds of latex mixed with it. 

Shigaraki turned back to you, towel in hand, “Do you want—”

…just in time to dodge one of his sneakers that you had chucked straight at his head.

“You fucking asshole!”

Hehe, so maybe not the stealthiest stealthing.

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