#dom reader

[toranesu]

meant to reply directly through this ask but accidentally posted the draft.. had to screenshot and paste, but oh well. sorry for getting back to you so late, nonnie. ᝰ.ᐟ [P.S] Forgive me if I'm rusty. It's been a while.

⌗ sub bottom. sukuna x dom top m. reader

cw. established relationship, degradation, use of the word "whore," reader has a penis, reader is down bad and under for sukuna, one singular spank.

it was supposed to be punishing — rough and unforgiving. sukuna had fucked up; flaunting about the homicide he's committed, discarding his own butlers and companions, leaving only one: uraume. and for what, why? he always refused to elaborate.

"what the hell are you mad about this time?" he pulled a face; half a scowl and half a smirk, an ugly expression only the king of curses could pull. you grimaced, the question only ticking you off further. "fuck off," you grunted, hands pinning his wrists above his head.

sukuna had already been sprawled on the bed to begin with, as if he were riling you up on purpose. "fuck me," he licked his upper lip, flashing his fangs at you. "or are you too much of a wimp for that?"

you've known sukuna for enough time at this point. and yet, there are so many things — too many things he kept from you. it was fine during the earlier years of your time together. but now, after so many years and so much effort you've put into relation with this man, this curse, you call your one. it was starting to get infuriating.

"what's the point of us being together if you're not going to be honest and real with me?" you cursed under your breath, hips jerking against sukuna's own. he's lost count of how long you've been buried deep inside him. not because of how long it's been, no. but simply because facing you without that kind, forgiving exterior he fell in love with felt like an agonizing eternity.

sukuna was used to pain. he was used to being treated roughly — with no pardon, no remission, and no purgation. he is the almighty king of curses, after all. guilty at charge of the murderings of thousands. antagonism was his nature. repugnance was the pulse he lived on.

that's what he had always thought until he met you.

you were an unfortunate soul sukuna found in the midst of his wanderings. faced with him, you had never once quivered in fear. you were willing; kind, funny, mindful, solicitous, benevolent — a truly good-natured being opposite to him in ways he couldn't seem to put into words or even thought. you were nothing like him.

"wait," sukuna rasped in between thrusts. his nails dug further into the skin of your shoulders, enhancing the previously imprinted crescent marks on your skin. "i– i don't like this," he called out your name, attempting to reach out and land a kiss on your lips.

woefully, to no avail. "i don't like you killing your butlers and keeping things from me, either," you hissed through frivolous breaths, eluding from his attempts for affection and proceeding to pound with no target in mind.

"but here we are, yeah, 'kuna?" you gritted your teeth. sukuna let out a noise alike to a whimper, his walls clenching around you in protest. "you piss me off," he bit his lower lip, legs twitching as you manhandled his body into doggy-style.

you've done this sort of play before. casual bantering was common between the two of you. rough sex; bdsm, spanking, choking, degradation, and all those things. but this time, it felt different. the tone of your voice felt distant and ruthless. the affection he's always longed for since the moment he received it left no trace in the way you spoke, and it felt like shit.

"go on, tell me why the fuck you beheaded john?" you snapped your cock inside him, fingertips digging into the mounds of his flesh. john was one of the servants he had murdered earlier that afternoon — a topic he snickered about with uraume said evening. "you know i told you to be done with worthless homicide," you lifted your hand, striking your palm onto his ass in an abhorrent manner.

his hips jerked in response. "shut— shut the fuck up," sukuna managed to gasp between moans, hips stuttering against your own as he tried to deny the overwhelming feelings he had circling in his system. "it's nun' of your business," he bites back just before your tip hit straight onto his prostate.

sukuna's head fell back, mouth agape without sound as his cock spurted worthless heeps of cum. "but uraume deserves to know?" you rolled your hips directly against his prostate, uncaring of the stimulation he's going through. he hiccuped, and your palm went straight to cup his mouth. "fuckin' whore," you grated out.

he doesn't know if he should cum again from how sexy your voice is or if he should get angry for what you said about uraume. right now, he's just trying to get off his high.

sukuna heaved out, attempting to control his breathing whilst his ass rolled against your cock once more. "i wish i was theirs," he retorted through a forced smirk. that's right, if you were gonna play at this game, then he might as well join in on the fun.

big mistake.

you wasted no time to slide your palm to the back of his head, tangling your fingers against the strands of his hair just to shove his face down onto the pillow before him.

"whore," you cursed, hips thrusting mercilessly against his sore ones. sukuna's hand reached out to grab ahold of yours on his hip, muffled groans resembling words aiming for rebuttal.

you hadn't even realized when the night of passion you had planned turned much more personal on your end.

sukuna grasped for air as soon as you let go of his hair, arms scrambling to support his body as your thrusts resumed torturously. he reached one hand to find yours, head looking back to meet your gaze. normally, even in doggy-style, you'd still be all over him — fingers lacing with his own on the mattress, kisses laid upon his back and shoulders.

now, it's all sex.

he's not sure if he likes it. but the tears in his eyes betray any sort of ground you had in the first place. "ryomen," you gasped out his name as soon as you caught a glimpse of the fat glands of tears rolling down his cheek.

"why are you the one crying?" you questioned through a slight scoff, easing your thrusts as you slowly handled him to lay on his back. they say a man's true weakness is the tears of his loved one. and man, is you.

the staggering of your hips came to a halt, palms reaching up to wipe his tears away with your thumbs. "was it something i said?" your voice faltered, the facade of your anger slowly losing its filter. "too rough? too much?"

sukuna shook his head, hand reaching to clasp the one on his cheek. "no," he breathed out. fuck, a curse rang through his head. this was the version of you he was used to. "just wanted you to kiss me," he almost clawed himself for sounding so pathetic.

your gaze of worry soon wavered. "fuck this shit," you exhaled, averting your sight before glancing back at him. "i really thought i lost control," your voice came out almost barely a whisper. despite his exterior, sukuna lets out a few tears often during intimacy. this time, it caught you off-guard, though.

"fuck you," sukuna uttered hoarsely, leaning against your palm. "you didn't kiss me. not even once," he rocked his hips against yours suggestively, steadying his breath whilst his fingers laced with your own.

your face fell flat, expression dull before you rolled your eyes. "will you stop killing your servants?" you asked.

his expression hardened, gaze flickering before returning back to you. "will you stop getting all touchy and flirty with them?" sukuna clenched his jaw.

oh. that was it the whole time?

you opened your mouth to deny that accusation — but seeing that look on his face; teary eyed with his lips pursed. fuck, he was acting way out of character right now. "i'm not even gonna argue with you," you sighed, leaning down to place a your lips on his forehead.

his hole spasmed with joy simultaneously with his sneer.

"'kay, now fuck me again," sukuna tightened his legs around your waist along as his arms draped around your shoulders — an order which you could only oblige.

[k-constellations]

i need to get some.

(another ramble cause i’m a NASTY DAWG)

(older sub x younger dom)

…

there’s just something so…indecent about relationship.

it’s wrong, i mean he’s so much older than you!

he was looking for a sugar baby and you just happened to meet, this was totally fate!!!

what you weren’t expecting was how sexy he could be, seriously where’s the old guy who’s on the verge of dying?

his suit hugged his body in all the right ways, his voice echoed so nicely in your head, and something about the way he looked at you…

it sent shivers down your spine.

the same shivers go down your spine when he’s begging at your feet, apologizing for being such a perverted old man.

it doesn’t really matter how you got there, a few drinks too many probably.

all that matters is that your foot is stepping on his cock and that he wanted more.

his deep moans rumble throughout the private suite he got for you two.

“what a pathetic cock, how are you supposed to satisfy me?”

you say harshly, and then another fun idea comes into mind.

“maybe you want to be the one to take it?”

with those few words his body convulses and his dark voice choked.

a wet patch forms on his designer pants and you laugh.

“did i give you permission? you have no manners for your age.”

he begs for your forgiveness, bucking into your foot once again as he slides another stack of bills to you.

this is getting fun.

[l1tw1ck]

Compromised

Bottom!FTM Peter Parker x Top!Villain CEO!Masc Reader

🕸️ Word Count: 1,226 🕸️

AFAB Language Used | this *might* become a multi-chapter fic but this part won't be canon, i changed my mind after i started the second chapter and this wouldn't fit �� so just treat it as a oneshot

CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Blood, Virginity Loss, Cunnilingus, Creampie

Peter looks up at you with blurry vision, his body bruised and bloody. He can barely move.

You rip off his mask. “Aren't you the one who works for Jameson? I always knew your pictures were too good.” You chuckle. “You are cute though.”

He's fading in and out of consciousness, he can barely comprehend your words.

“I’ll be taking you home with me.”

Peter slowly opens his eyes, still feeling dizzy and weak. He looks down and fear instantly hits him. He's completely naked and tied up. He looks around the room for anything to help him while trying to break his restraints with brute force.

The noise draws you inside.

“Yo- you-” He recognizes you. The CEO of a company that rivals Stark Industries and Oscorp.

“I have a plan for you, Parker.” You walk over to him. “I’ll let you live and I won't tell a soul about your identity. In return, you'll help me take down Stark Industries.”

“Kidnapping someone isn't really a great way to propose a partnership, you know.” He manages to keep up his persona, trying to calculate how he can get out of this.

“Well, appealing to you isn't a part of my plan. How you feel about this doesn't matter to me. You won't have a choice once my subordinate gets his hands on you.”

“Wh- what are you gonna do to me?”

You slowly untie him. “Just a little memory altering. I’d love to train you but there's not enough time…it’s too bad.” You brush his hair to the side. He tries to hit you but it's too difficult, he only grazes your cheek. You laugh at his attempt and grab his wrists. “Don't worry, I won't hurt you after today. You’ll be spoiled rotten. My special little spider.”

“No– no! Don't touch me!” He squirms around in your hold.

“I should've known a single dose wouldn't be effective enough.” You let go of him and turn to the supply cart next to him. He tries to shoot a web to stop you from whatever you’re trying to do, but only a weak spurt leaves his wrist. He then attempts to get on the ground and crawl. You ignore him and prepare his next injection. He feels humiliated as he continues to crawl towards the door. The fact that you're not even looking at him tells him that he doesn't have a chance. But he tries anyway.

He only ends up a couple inches away from where he started when you ‘catch’ him and turn him around. You use one hand to pin his arms above his head and use the other to inject a serum meant to sedate and arouse him. “Don't worry, Peter, you won't remember any of this. If that makes you feel better. I just wanna have some fun with you first.” You toss the empty syringe.

“Get- get away from me–” He tries everything he can to hurt you but his remaining strength is starting to dwindle as the serum runs through his body. You pry his legs apart and stick your head in between. You drag your tongue up his folds then lovingly suck on his dick. You bring your hands to his chest and circle his sensitive nipples. He subconsciously raises his hips and whimpers.

“No- no- no-” He shakes his head, crying. He doesn't want to lose his virginity like this, not here, not to you. “Uhn~” His toes curl. His spidey senses are going off, making it even harder to think. The drug is making the spider parts of him go haywire, it's not working properly. It's aggressively ringing all the alarm bells inside him. His webs weakly shoot out of his wrists like a deflating balloon. His head is pounding. His brain is yelling at him.

Defend yourself. Hurt them. Kill them. Call for help. Run. Give in. Give in.

Give in.

It feels so good. It feels so good.

I wanna come. I wanna come.

His hands stick to the ground, his legs spread further apart, his mouth hangs open to sing noisy, wordless praises to compliment your skill.

“Stop!” He cries out.

Don't stop. Don't stop!

Yes!

Peter gasps, his hips jerking upwards as he squirts on your face. His head presses against the floor. His body trembles. Then he calms down.

He raises his head and looks at you as you pull away from him. His eyes follow your hands as they unzip your pants. As they free your hard dick. As they direct it onto his wet pussy. Then he focuses on your cock. Your length. Your girth.

I want it.

“No-” His voice trembles. “Don't- don't put that- inside me!”

Shove it inside me. I need it. Fill me. Mold my body to fit you. Ruin me.

The head of your cock slowly breaches him. Peter’s webs shoot out like a can of silly string on its last legs. Weak little spurts continue to leave him. Both from his wrist and from his cunt. He feels weaker every time.

It hurts. It’s too big. It hurts.

“It's interesting to see how your body reacts to the drug.” You wipe the tears from his eyes. “It's too bad I won't be using it again…Although I am interested in what’ll happen once my subordinate alters your memories…maybe I’ll tell them to make you an obedient slut for me.”

Own me.

“Ple- please-” He gasps. He's not entirely sure what he's begging for. His brain is sending conflicting messages.

You lean into his ear. “Admit it, Spidey, you love how big I am and how well I fill your tight fucking pussy.”

I love it.

“I hate– ugh-” He hisses.

I'm so full.

“I’ll kill you..” He clenches his fists.

“Oh, but I thought Spider-Man didn't kill?”

“..ma- make an exception-” He loses his ability to grip, his fists come undone as you bottom out.

“Really? I’m honored, sweetheart.” You slowly pull out, stopping before you fully leave him. “You're bleeding. Guess I was too rough.” You lick your lips at the red coating on your cock.

“You're disg—uh~!” You suddenly thrust inside him and knock the wind out of him, a longer string of web leaving his body. His whimpering and gasping quickly turns into whines and moans as you fuck him. His eyes roll to the back of his head. The bandage and wound on his cheek loosens and opens up, causing blood to run down his face. His brain starts to feel like scrambled eggs.

“Doesn't it feel good, baby?”

He responds with a jumbled mess of words that are impossible to decipher. You already took a bunch of pictures of him earlier but you find yourself wishing you still had that camera with you. In this state, he's more beautiful than any of the artwork in the Metropolitan. You grab his sides, triggering the pain in his sore, bruised body. He makes a loud and erotic noise in response.

He writhes around, sobbing and trying to squirm out of your hold. He manages to say “Please–!”.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Your thrusts stop as you come inside him. You let go of him and brush the hair out of his face, then wipe his blood.

His body twitches, like a spider that's been stepped on.

[satorus-princess]

cw (minors please dni): dom!fem!reader, bratty gojo, pegging, use of a strap, dacryphilia, dirty talk, slight hair pulling, mommy kink kinda, spitting, premature orgasm.

a/n: he's so slutty, im sorry for this filth.

it was exactly one week ago when gojo teased and provoked you “bet you couldn't fuck me as good as i fuck you if you were able to.”

and half of you suspected that he said it on purpose, because now, here he is - sprawled on his stomach, legs spread open, flushed cheek stained with tears and pushed against a plush pillow, and ass stuffed with a silicone dick.

and he was grinning, as if it was his plan all along.

“c’mon, ‘s that all you got?” he taunts, words slightly muffled due to his cheek pressed against the pillow. he wiggles his hips back on the strap, attempting to fuck himself on it. “can't keep up whether you're on top or bottom, huh?”

he's already cum three times this way, absolutely insatiable. and he's been talking shit to you almost the entire time, despite whimpering and stuttering, and stumbling over his sentences which were sometimes incoherent.

suddenly, you pull out and he opens his mouth to complain, but all the words and his breaths get stuck in his throat when you slam back into him, your hips flush against his ass as you bottom out.

you torture that sweet, sweet spot deep within him and he gasps out a moan, slender back arching and lithe fingers twisting in the crinkled sheets until his knuckles turn pale. “oh, g-god, f-fuck, just like that. fuck me like you mean it,” he manages to choke out.

you thrust into him harder than you have all night, the sweaty skin of your thighs smack, smack, smacking! against his as the bed trembles beneath the both of you. reaching down to tangle your fingers in his dishevelled hair, you tug to tilt his head back, and his eyes roll back lewdly at the rough treatment. liquescent white leaks out of his scarlet tip, dripping continuously onto the already-soaked sheets.

“this is what you wanted, huh? getting fucked like a slut.” you reach under him with your other hand, thumb smearing his pre-cum over his tip before firmly rubbing the underside of his cock and he gasps at the double stimulation, his jerky legs giving out.

“nnngh yes... yes, yes, yes, fuuuuck. ‘s so good... hah put me in my place, mommy.” your eyes slightly widen at the new nickname that slipped out of his wet, pink lips. but you don't address it, blaming it on his fucked-out state. “spit in my mouth, please, please... need it so fucking bad.”

his glassy eyes flutter open and he tips his head back further, the most it can reach, with his jaw slackened. needy, whiney pants tumble from his mouth as he waits. and those pants turn into a guttural groan when you let your accumulated spit descend onto his welcoming tongue, your hand cupping his jaw and thumb brushing his bottom lip.

his throat immediately works to let it slide down and unexpectedly (for both of you), your hand becomes doused in strings of his cum, the rest spilling onto the bed and mixing with his previous orgasms. “ohhhh, s-shit. that was... ngh fuck... one more?” he pants.

[noyasmashing]

Hi, could you write something about Tamaki being touch-starved or very sensitive?

Touch Me ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Tamaki Amajiki

rating: NSFW (like always lol)

₊⊹ CW:

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: why not touch starved and sensitive?

Tamaki was a mess.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his body trembling as he tried—and failed—to stifle the soft, desperate whimpers spilling from his lips. His fingers clutched at your shirt like it was the only thing keeping him grounded, and his breath hitched every time your fingertips traced delicate patterns across his skin.

“Amajiki,” you murmured, your voice dripping with amusement as you tilted his chin up to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed a deep crimson that spread down his neck. His lips quivered, and you swore you could see the slightest glisten of tears clinging to his lashes.

“P-Please…” His voice was barely above a whisper, and his body pressed closer—desperate, needy.

“Please, what?” Your tone was playful, but your fingers were anything but gentle as they ghosted over the waistband of his pants.

“I… I don’t…” His breath caught as your touch dipped just a little lower, fingers grazing over the growing heat between his legs. “Ah—!”

“Oh…” You smirked, eyes flickering down to where his body betrayed him. “You’re already hard, Tamaki?”

“Nngh—!” His whole body jolted, and he buried his face in your shoulder again, trying so desperately to hide the embarrassment written all over his face. “I-I’m sorry…”

“Sorry?” You clicked your tongue, dragging your fingers along the length of his clothed bulge, just enough to make him shiver. “What are you apologizing for, baby? You can’t help how much you like it when I touch you.”

“I-It’s… too much…” His voice was muffled, but you could feel how he was trembling—his body betraying just how good it felt. His hips bucked ever so slightly into your hand, instinct taking over despite how overwhelmed he was.

“Too much?” You tilted your head, pretending to think for a moment as you brushed your lips against his ear. “But Amajiki…” Your palm pressed down just a little harder, and the broken whimper that escaped his lips went straight to your core. “You’re so hard for me. Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop.”

His head shook against your shoulder, but the way his body leaned into your touch told a different story.

“I… I don’t—”

“Shhh…” You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, feeling the way his pulse fluttered beneath your lips. “It’s okay, baby. Let me take care of you.”

You rubbed him through his pants, moving agonizingly slow, and the way he whined had you melting. His hips jerked up, chasing your touch without even realizing it, and the sheer desperation in his movements sent a wave of heat pooling between your legs.

“Such a needy boy,” you purred, eyes dark with satisfaction as you watched him unravel in your hands. “Look at you… already falling apart and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Ahh—!” Tamaki gasped, his body trembling as your hand gripped him just a little tighter through the fabric. His knees pressed together, trying to control the way his body was responding, but it was no use. He was already too far gone.

“Does it feel good when I touch you like this, Amajiki?” Your voice was sweet, but the teasing lilt in your tone had his cheeks burning even hotter.

“Y-Yes…!” His voice cracked, and his hands clutched at your sides as if he was trying to hold on for dear life.

“Good boy.” You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate stroke over his clothed length, and the way he whimpered made your heart pound.

“Y-You’re… teasing me…” His voice was barely a breath, and his body shook with the effort of holding himself back.

“Of course I am.” You chuckled softly, kissing his jaw as your hand slowed just enough to make him whine again. “You’re just so cute when you’re like this. I can’t help myself.”

Tamaki’s breathing grew uneven, and you could feel how close he was already—his body wound so tight, so desperate for more.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked softly, but the wicked glint in your eyes told him you already knew the answer.

“N-No… p-please…” His voice was barely above a whimper, his body betraying how badly he wanted you. “D-Don’t stop…”

“Hmm…” You leaned in, lips brushing against his as your hand moved just a little faster, just a little firmer. “Say it properly, Tamaki. I want to hear you beg.”

“I—” His voice hitched, and you felt his body tense as you applied just the right amount of pressure. “P-Please… please don’t stop…”

“Good boy.” You kissed him, swallowing his soft, desperate moan as your hand continued to tease him, leaving him trembling and utterly at your mercy.

“Ahhh—! I-I can’t— I’m gonna—”

“Shh…” You kissed him again, cutting off his cries as your touch slowed just enough to draw it out—to make him feel everything.

“Let go for me, Amajiki.”

And with one final stroke, his body tensed, his whimpering cries muffled against your lips as he finally fell apart.

Tamaki was completely wrecked, his body trembling as he clung to you, face buried in your neck as his breathing slowly steadied.

“Good boy,” you murmured, stroking his hair gently as he melted into your embrace.

“Y-You’re… so mean…” he mumbled, but the way he snuggled closer told you he didn’t mean it.

“Maybe…” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “But you love it.

And judging by the way his body was already responding again… he definitely did.

[getoogles]

uni au beomgyu who just got hired as a new barista where reader works and he’s just so clueless all the time. dropping the milk, fucking up the ingredients, pressing the wrong menu items, giving the wrong change. sigh. such a pretty face and a diligent worker! but beomie bear just needs a little extra care.

after the cafe’s closed and it’s just the both of you in the back, you give him a hands-on lesson on making drinks bc you’re tired of him messing up in front of new and loyal customers. there’s only so far his jokes and aegyo can take him :(

you take pity on him though and he eats your attention up. playing coy and asking stupid questions until you snap. wanting to make him as dumb as he pretends to be. shoving your tongue down his loose mouth and finally shutting him up.

groping at his slim hips and soft stomach. pressing him up against the marble counter and eating up his mewls at your rough touch. giving him a handy from behind and teaching him how to make latte art with his own special ingredient. if you’ll let him fuck, gyu will never let you go. but he’ll keep you hooked with his skills this time, not his mistakes ;)

[616ioi]

@#%! 1:33 , shin asakura.

content: slight smut warning, mentions of wet dreams, gender neutral & sub character and warning this is mature content, read at your own discretion. this is part two of 1:32. also, this is mainly them coming together as one aww 😦.

The nerve you have to look him in the eye and converse with him irked him to a sense he couldn't even describe!

How dare you act in such a way.

Shin taps away at the counter top, his apron resting so neatly against his body (not a single speak of dust on that ugly green thing). He feels frustrated.

You're staying over tonight. What if it happens again? What is he going to do then? He's been laying awake for nights on end, thinking and, as much as it hurts to admit, caressing himself.

His hands would curl into fists around his pijama pants and he would slightly squirm before his fingers trailed over his abdomen. He would shut his eyes and imagine that night, over and over and over again.

He would never, actually do anything. After all, he was in the home of his beloved hero. With his family.

Riiinggg!

"I'm back, Shin!"

Aoi! His face lights up as he quickly runs to help her out with the groceries in her arms. He falters in his steps when he catches those eyes that have been haunting him for weeks now.

You send him a friendly wave.

The blond esper bites his bottom lip and his gaze wavers shyly. His biceps flex as he walks up the stairs leading to their home.

His face feels hot!

He quickly sets the bags on the kitchen table and turns to the cheery woman. He refuses to meet your eyes. Rather, he hides behind his hair.

"Do you need any help?"

"Oh no, thank very much, Shin!" Aoi perks up with a huge smile, like always. She carefully goes through the products of face masks that you bought. "Me, hana, lu and (name) are going to have a makeover night! Isn't it exciting?!"

Shin's smile visibly deflates alongside his shoulders before he pops himself back into shape.

This means you won't share a room with him!

But then, why is he sharing a room with Mr. Sakamoto?

She kicked me out. The white haired man explains. He looks like the saddest pup on the block.

"Uff.." Shin scrambles to find a response to cheer up this sad mode. "Must be tough..."

Did I do something wrong? Sakamoto trails off. The younger boy nearly replies but he's cut off. Did I say something wrong. I'm sorry. What did I do?

"Um." Shin feels sweat form at his face as he squirms uncomfortably. He nearly jolts out of bed as he finds the perfect excuse — "I needa hit the loo."

The esper sighs in relief. Only Aoi seems to get a rise out of him. As his feet softly hit the floor, his mind subconsciously wanders to you.

Have you fallen asleep yet?

...There's no sound. No dream, no image. Nothing.

He frowns before his eyes widen, catching himself. He slaps himself as hard as he could, yelping.

Was he disappointed??

He locks his jaw before rushing into the the bathroom, only to jump when he runs straight into you. He stares for a heavy second before breaking out into a sweat.

"Sorry!" He squeaks out. You calmly dry your hands with a small, embarrassed grin.

"Don't worry. 'Was just washing my hands." Your reassurance calms him down, but the silence that engulfs the tiny bathroom — doesn't. You seem to think of something.

Shin does everything in his power to not read your mind.

You've been avoiding me.

Darn it.

His hair is spiked up, all messy, from the tossing and turning in his bed. He thinks he looks like a mess, but you? You think he looks adorable.

A red blush spreads across his cheeks before he parts his lips, wetting them nervously.

"I haven't been avoiding you.." you shake your head, clearly not believing him. "Well, n-not obviously."

"You won't even glance at me." Shin quickly meets your teary eyes before they fall unto the shower curtains. The little fishes on the curtain were fading away from all the water tainting it. "See!"

"Um," you tilt your head, "well, the night you stayed over.. uh you uhh kinda had a d-dream of-"

"Of you." A look of recognition rises across your pretty features. Shin nods, embarrassed.

I made you uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, shin."

No. Shin thinks, "that's not it.."

Whoops. He didn't mean to say that aloud.

He flushes as he steps closer to you, hands hoovering over your elbows. He was afraid to touch you.

"I've... never been the subject of admiration before." His brows knit together, fingers twitching as he drops his arms to his sides.

Much less of a dirty dream.

"Oh." You swallow nervously.

It's not the first time. You're twiddling with your shirt, eyes looking at the cute bunny slippers on your feet. They were aoi's spare ones.

"H-huh?" The room feels hot. Or is it just him?

You step closer to him, until your chest is just an inch away from him. Barely. Shin grips at his pants, his heart beat spiking up.

"I've had many dreams of you," you shrug as if this information was nothing new. After all, he can read minds, it's going to come out anyways. "Many where we had sex even as just friends."

Shin gulps as blood rushes all over his body. What are you insinuating?

"That's not who you are, though." You muse, brushing back his sweaty hair. His skin is hot to the touch. "You want to make love with someone who you have feelings for. Isn't that right?"

Shin presses his lips together to hold back any embarrassed cries. He was 100% sure he wouldn't even be able to form a sentence without stumbling and stuttering.

"Do you like me, shin?" His head bows but you're quick to cup his cheek as you force him to look at you. Your touch is so tender, he's almost tempted to move your hand even lower.

He hesitates.

I like you, Shin. His ears burn as he stares wide eye, in curiosity? Disbelief? He isn't sure.

Nonetheless — he nods. Once.

Its a confirmation.

-kiss me.. you think.

"Can I kiss you? Please?" Before you even get a proper response, Shin lunges forward. He grasps at the collar of your shirt and pulls you in to steal a kiss.

Your lips taste of cherry.

His head feels light and dizzy when you open your mouth to push your tongue against his. His hold on you loosens, legs trembling as he decides to lower himself to his knees, bringing you down with him.

He can feel you, shockingly.

Every thought, every sensation, every feeling. It's overwhelming. He feels like he's being electrocuted as his pulse quickens.

More. He tries to gasp out loud and he ends up getting frustrated when you slow down. He pulls away, tongue hanging out as he processes whats going on.

In your mind, you imagine a little puppy.

"S-shut up." Shin grunts, embarrassed, as he closes his wet, pink lips. He wipes at them with the back of his wrist, hips rocking gently. He pulls you closer by your clothes before his hands cup your jaw as he presses tender kissing to your cheek.

You smile, curious.

"What's up?"

"You really do like me." Shin breathes out. He earns a nod in return. His body relaxes into you, shivers raking down his back. You pull him into a warm hug, one leg in between his. His hips buck involuntarily as his breath hitches when his boner rubs against your thigh.

"I've never felt that before." He hiccups, stomach churning with need. You nod, in understanding. Your hands trail from his back to the hem of his shirt, lifting it just enough to spot the way his muscles twitch.

"How was it?" Shin sighs in relief when you rub him through his tight pants. You can feel him pulsating.

He bites his lip, hips angling higher to find a more comfortable position. "I could- hnng, feel everything you felt, ah.."

You smile at him, "but it was just a kiss?"

He throws his head back with a groan. The door softly thuds under his weight. "Cmonn, quit teasin'.."

A chuckle escapes you as you slip your nimble fingers underneath his pants yet over his boxers.

"Here?" You feather like touch dips over the wet spot, purposely missing the head.

"Noo.." He shakes his head rapidly, slapping his palm over his mouth as his ears burn. He sounds so needy.

Just like in your dream(s).

But even better. You think to yourself.

"What about this?" Your fingers trace the print of his cock slowly, as if you were trying to memorize his.. well, everything. Shin curses under his breath, rocking his hips back and forth.

He lifts his shirt up to get a better view (more like give you a better view, but he'd never admit that). You eye his body, from his pink nipples to the v-line trailing downwards. He tries his best to hide that shy grin that forms on his face.

"More, please." You lean forward to press a wet kiss to his bitten and bruised lips as a reward. He huffs out in response. You pull out your hand to, finally, free him of the clothing, only to leave his pants mid-thigh. Is this suppose to be some sort of restraint?

His chest heaves rapidly, impatiently. You leave a trail of kisses from his jaw to his chest, down his v-line and finally at the base of his cock. Shin watches eagerly with wide eyes, arching his hips into you.

You grasp at him, his twitching cock in your hand. It feels so hot, you can't help but tease him with a kiss to his leaking tip.

Mwah.

The action smears sticky, white goo against your lips and it seems to be making more of a mess when lick at your lips.

His mouth drops open at the lewd scene, but his heart warms up too.

How confusing he is.

You hum in pleasure as you lay your tongue flat against his slit, licking up more of his precum. Shin whimpers softly, pushing his hips further. More, more, more.

Knockknockknock.

The sound of rapid knocks break him out of his daze as you jolt up, surprised.

Oh drats! I'm going to pee myself!

"Lu!" Shin whisper yells to you as he scrambles to fix himself. He winces painfully as he hurries to find a hiding spot.

"(Naaaammeee), hurry please!!"

Oh god. He's dead.

note. they don't know how freaky I am 🤑💔

[joelmiller-lover]

Truck drives and blowjobs

18 + warning

764 words , 3993 characters

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64951312

Joel took you everywhere, he made sure you and Ellie were always safe. So once you were all at Jackson, he felt like he lost a bit of his purpose. Ellie was safe, and you were too. He was just Joel in Jackson. Which is why he took on runs, anything to help out, make himself feel useful. He still enjoyed taking you on runs, this time was no different.

The older man got the truck packed while you grabbed some clothes. Joel wanted to fill the truck with supplies so you knew you’d be gone for a while. You made sure to give Ellie a kiss on the cheek before climbing into the passenger seat of the truck.

It had been a week and Joel was always driving, and when he wasn’t he was grabbing things or sleeping. You were on the way back to Jackson and you both needed energy. You leaned over Joel’s lap while he rambled about nonsense on how he didn’t find everything he wanted. Slowly you undid his belt, Joel’s head turning down to you “I- What the hell’r you doin’? We’re on the road” You lifted your head “Keep driving, I want to get to Jackson by tonight”

Joel shuddered but kept driving, trying to ignore the way your hands undid his jeans. Your lips pressed against the cloth around his dick, pre-cum already leaking. His hips bucked slightly as his breath shook “Fuck..” He muttered

After a bit Joel grew impatient, he needed your mouth so badly. He craved it. It had been a week since he felt your mouth, let alone anywhere near his cock. He was touch starved from going to sex daily, then nothing for a week. You caught onto his neediness, pulling his boxers down just enough for his cock to come out.

His tip was against your lips, the salty flavor of his pre seeping between your lips. His cheeks were dusted pink, head slightly back while he still kept his eyes on the road. He wasn’t worried about cars, but more so trees or railing or even infected.

Joel’s pubes brushed against your cheek while your hand made its way down his length. His breath hitched as he slightly swerved “Joel, calm down” You looked up, watching him nod with a sharp inhale. “Yeah- Yeah calm down”

You brought your head up to his tip, slowly licking. His soft groans filled the almost silent truck. He needed you, he hadn’t felt your touch recently which made him even more pent up. When you started licking up his shaft he tossed his head back, causing the truck to swerve a bit. He almost immediately looked back in shock, forcing his eyes to stay on the road. Even if it took everything to not look down at you.

Joel brought one hand to your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. He was trying his damndest to not buck his hips, he knew you’d kick his ass if he did. You gripped onto his boxers before pushing your head down all the way. As Joel felt you choke against his cock he let out a long string of moans, his grip tightening in your hair. “Holy- Fuck I can’t-“

Your saliva dripped from Joel’s cock to his boxers, not that either of you cared in the moment. He let go of your hair to grab a fistful of your ass, not caring if he left a few mark. He felt himself growing loose as your tongue coated his shaft, cheeks a bright red.

As Joel grew closer and your jaw ached, he just had to pull over, he was going to lose his mind. His whimpers filled the truck as he pulled into a patch of grass on the side of the road. He led out a string of nonsense as you kept bobbing your head, his pre leaking into your mouth.

“Wa..wait I’m close, I’m close-“ Joel’s grip on your ass grew tighter as he tossed his head back, moans of just your name and random curses filled the air as he came. You pulled away, swallowing and bringing a hand to your jaw “Fuck..”

It took Joel a bit before he composed himself again and was back on the road to Jackson. He kept a hand on your thigh, gently tracing shapes as they pulled into the gate.

Tommy stood, his brows furrowed and arms crossed, watching you two get out. “Y’all get everything?” He smirked as his eyes met yours “You’ve got a lil’ something on your lip”

[c4toru]

jerking an exhausted nanami off from behind

“s’too much sweetheart— h-hah..” you’ve been overstimulating him for the past 30 minutes, your right hand covered in your husbands slick. he’s laying in between your legs, head resting in the crook of your neck as his hands latch firmly onto your plump thighs.

he had come home from work clearly frustrated with whatever went on inside his workplace, you just wanted to give him somethin’ to cool off after a hard day at work! “nuh uh.. s’not enough, you’re being soo good for me kennnn.” your free hand threads fingers through his silky hair as your sultry voice throws him for a loop. he truly underestimated how filthy his little wife was.

he’s planting delicate kisses on your neck while he’s huffing out shallow breaths, you continue to jerk his lengthy cock, milking whatever he has left inside of him. “f-fuck nngh m’gonna cum again- mmf,” he’s moaning out — pleading even, you’ve put a hand tightly over his mouth, silencing his loud moans. “yeah? you’re being so loudd.. heh- c’mon give it to me kentoo” you giggle, fisting his cock while his leaky tip oozes out beads of pre-cum.

his hands are gripping your thighs while he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing his orgasm. the room is filled with obscene noises and muffled moans, you move your hand from his mouth upwards to his eyes, blinding him. “mmngh- please p-please yeah.. d-don’t stop shiiit!” he groans, tilting his head back as the coil deep in his stomach unwravels.

your hand is jerking him up n down, squeezing him tightly. his cum is pouring out, dripping all over your hand as you focus your strokes onto his sensitive tip. “o. . . oh fuuuuck fuck fuck hnghh ah!” he whines while his cum flows out his slit in large spurts. he’s made a mess all throughout your hand, cum dripping down to his balls.

“feel better big boy..?” you giggle, removing both your hands from his body causing him to wince out of overstimulation. “hah.. almost killed me y’know” he glares at your smitten facial expressions, you roll your eyes before landing a big kiss onto his parched lips. “whateverrr, you liked it!” you reply, only thing on your mind is the next time you’ll be able to help your husband ‘cool off after work’

who knows.. maybe this will become a little routine you guys have

a/n : can you tell i like sub nanami.. ermm ; got lazy at the end loll likes & reblogs appreciated <3 kisses from c4toru !!

[chris-prank]

so there's this yandere's fear ask I really enjoy but I noticed it doesn't have jacce in it so I was wondering and wondering what his fear would be like and what his reaction would be if it did come true 👁 only if u have the time ofc but yeah 👁

Jacce’s worst fear is doing something wrong but not knowing what and then losing relationships over it. (I know it’s kinda vague, but I don’t know if there’s a word for it)

For example, when he was younger and he tried to make friends everyone always excluded him for unknown reasons. So he tried being more talkative, then less and then he tried to imitate the other children’s interest but to no avail. As a result, Jacce now overthinks everything he does or says, because he doesn’t know what he does wrong that pushes people away, and that even before he became a yandere.

As for his reaction, Jacce would lose it, falling to his knees and grasping at the collar around his neck feeling like he’s choking. He would mumble things like “I did it again”, “what’s wrong with me”, “why can’t I fix myself”, “I’ll never be good enough”. After that, unlike other circumstances, he wouldn’t even try to kidnap reader, I think he would be too broken for that. The only way to bring Jacce back to normal would be if reader came back to him on their own accord.

[infictionalwonderland]

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ wearing sub cowboy!jj’s cowboy hat as you ride him.

The rough straw of his hat is a gentle weight atop your messy hair—bouncing softly with the movements of your body as you rode the cowboy under you. Wanton moans slipping from his lips, unsuccessfully held back by the grip of his pearly teeth in his lower one. Your cowboy is laid out on the bed below you, leanly muscled chest stretched out, your nails digging red crescents into the tight skin on his abs. His large calloused hands clung desperately to the plushy skin of your thighs—like he needed something to ground him from the intense pleasure you were causing him.

“Ah—fuck fuck fuck,” JJ moaned, southern drawl run ragged by pleasure, sweat glistening on his brow, eyes glazed as he looked up you—blue eyes dilated completely with devotion and lust, “d—darlin’, please, don’t wan’ cum just yet.”

You laugh breathily, purposefully squeezing around his dick as you rolled your hips to get a deeper angle. Taunting him with your faster movements. You leaned down slightly, his cowboy hat that smelt of him, dipping further down on your face, your voice a low teasing murmur, “What if I want your cum right now baby, hm? wanna feel you spill everything you got into me. Wanna—mhm—be stuffed w’you.”

JJ whined hopelessly, shaking his head and letting it fall back as his eyes squeezed shut, abs tensing tightly as he tried to hold off his orgasm. “No nono darlin’ please please need you ta’ feel good f-first. Wan’ your sweetness all—ah—‘ver me“

Your stomach fluttered, spine tingling: Your one hand came up, grabbing his jaw and pulling his face back to look at you, “open those pretty eyes baby, wanna see em while I make you stupid.”

He did, helpless to resist you, big dilated pupils staring back at you. The second your eyes locked—when he saw you again, leaning over him, flushed cheeks, messy hair with his fucking cowboy hat sitting on your head, you felt his cock twitch inside of you and he whimpered, his desperate half-lidded eyes still locked on yours.

You pussy spasmed and fluttered, stomach coiling tighter and you bit back a moan—riding him faster. Harder. “Can feel you twitching inside me, angel.” You breathed, leaning down some more, nails migrating from his abs to his collarbones. Your nipples brushing his chest, his cowboy hat brushing him as well, moving as you moved. “Sight of me turns you on that much huh?” You tease into his ear.

JJ’s hips bucked with a broken groan and he nodded desperately, his hands on your thighs moving—one to hold his hat steady on your head, the other to work your clit. “C—can’t think straight, you in my hattt,” the word stretched out in a whimper as he stared up at you, “l-look so good darlin’, looks so good.”

You moaned, head leaning down against his, tits and ass bouncing with the pace of your movements. The feeling of him playing with your clit—his cock plunging in and out of you—his big hand holding his hat steady atop your head, a needy claim in his submission—his wrecked voice was too much. “Tell me how much ya’ like it.”

“I love it—lov’ so much.” He breathed out desperately, beyond gone, fingers holding it tighter to your head, thighs tensed as he tried not to cum. His other hand working quickly at your clit. “I—m—was half hard just fuckin’ lookin’ atchu in the thing—nghh,” he whined deeply, eyes slipping shut before he forced them open, wanting more than anything to please you, “it’s—you’re mine darlin’. C—can’t believe—“

“I am yours baby,” you moaned softly, pussy clenching and fluttering around the throbbing heat of him inside you, biting down on your lip as the knot in your stomach grew tighter, the eye contact between you two never stopping. “Always yours J. And you’re mine—now fill me up honey, claim me.”

JJ whined brokenly, crying out as he was unable to resist any longer—his hips left the bed, back arching off it, thick dick sinking as deep as it could into your fluttering walls. His cock pulsing inside you as he came, ropes of his cum flooding your wanting pussy.

“O—oh—darlin’—“

“That it’s JJ, my good boy.” You cooed, moaning again at the feeling of him filling you. Nuzzling your cheek soothingly against his as he whimpered, the heat an angry ache in your stomach. Tensing and pulsating with the need to snap.

“You—ngh—you didn’t,” JJ furrowed his brows weakly, stars still behind his eyes. But that didn’t stop him. He held you to him, hand keeping his hat steady on your head as he worked your clit just how you liked it. Dazedly looking up at your face, watching your reactions in his blissed out state. All he wanted was for you to feel good too.

You groaned thankfully—within a few motions of his calloused fingers, the band pulled achingly tight in your stomach was snapping and you were coming. Your release leaving you hotly, thighs trembling softly as you ducked your head into his neck, letting yourself slump against his sweaty, muscled body.

JJ sighed happily, finally letting himself relax now you’d found your pleasure too. Blissed out, dazed and weak as his hand left your clit to wrap around your waist, holding you close. He loved you. The intimacy of the moment warming something deep in him. He nuzzled your hair, enjoying the press of his own cowboy hat against his head. You were his, he was yours.

“Just wan’ make you feel good darlin’,” JJ breathed hoarsely, southern drawl rough with blissful pleasure and heart-achingly soft and honest, “‘s all that matters. Love you so fuckin’ much.”

[kisakis-boyfriend]

could i get one wholr alphabet for boothill perhaps ? congrats as well !

Author's Note: Thank you!! One Boothill for ya, partner!

For our 3000 follower celebration! (CLOSED NOW)

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

Very thoughtful after sex, even if you pounded him so hard that he feels like his circuits are fried. Boothill likes to play with your hair while you're calming down, and he'll hum a little tune sometimes too.

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

It's hard to say, but I think Boothill would be proud of his entire body?

Of yours, I feel like he would find your back and tummy attractive.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Boothill can no longer produce his own semen, but he can use artificial cum substitutes! I'm sure if he played around with his body enough, he could probably figure out how to gain complete control over exactly when and how much he can ejaculate too 🤤

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

Boothill secretly wishes that he could cockwarm you more often. It doesn't matter what you do while you're inside of his tight hole, he just wants to feel connected to you for a couple hours, even if you do it while you nap and he recharges.

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

While he's never had any practical experience, he knows what to expect for the most part. Doesn't stop him from getting a bit shy though.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual)

You're probably expecting me to say cowgirl… but actually Boothill prefers missionary. It seems basic, but he just likes the intimate feel and face-to-face position.

He won't say no to cowgirl if you promise to hold hands though. :P

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

The cyborg isn't afraid to joke around, but I think he'd make you laugh without even trying due to his unique swearing… it's hard not to chuckle when your balls are slapping against his ass, he's moaning like a whore, and then all you hear is "Fork me harder!" 😐 god forbid he blurt out "holy forkironi!" during sex…

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

Unfortunately, he's hairless 😔 It's all smooth metal down there.

I believe that human Boothill would have a thick bush though… just saying.

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

I think he would be very sweet and romantic, and he would appreciate a partner that's much the same.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Not a chronic masturbator, but Boothill definitely experiments with himself since cyborg parts are so varied and have the potential to be quite fun. I do think he would enjoy touching himself for you too, stroking or fingering himself… or both at once.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Wire play, spitting, heavy d/s dynamics (if that's considered a kink?), and probably hair pulling.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers private spaces, but if you end up fucking in a public restroom somewhere, he's not going to be disappointed. Again, he's on the run. Sometimes you just don't have the luxury of a bedroom or a door that locks. Country boys make do~

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

Grabbing his hips even innocently does the trick without fail. Kissing can also get Boothill turned on rather easily.

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

Using a knife (or anything sharp) inside his body, near his wiring or sensitive circuits.

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

No preference, honestly. Oral is fun for him either way. Having his cheeks stuffed so full of your cock that his eyes cross, and crying your praises while you slurp his pussy or suck his soul out through his dick are equally as amazing. And Boothill is very skilled at giving head, just fyi~

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

I'd say Boothill prefers a faster pace, but not always rough necessarily. There are times when watching your cock slowly pull out of his hole, then suddenly slam back inside, turns him on immensely 🥴

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

An occasional quickie is good. Especially since he's always on the run, but you better make time for romantic sexy times too 😡

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

Sometimes, yes. Trying new things with you often turns out very rewarding. As long as you're not doing anything that could truly endanger either one of you, then Boothill is game.

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

That entirely depends on when you have sex and how long it's been since Boothill has recharged. If he's at full energy, then he can probably last a while and go for multiple rounds. Otherwise you may have to stop after one round.

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

Oh, yes. Boothill has a pretty large collection of toys, both common ones and specialty toys that he made himself for his unique body.

Technically, the interchangeable parts that he can install down there count as toys too; so, different dick attachments, pussy attachments, vibrating parts, even some things modeled after inhuman genitalia. Of course, he also owns normal dildos, vibes, fleshlights, etc etc. And yes, he definitely puts every last one to work/lets you use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Boothill is a bit of a flirtatious tease. He can figure out a few ways to get you going in a situation where you really shouldn't get turned on…

I can also picture him (in a slightly dominant display) riding you nice and slow, showing you how tightly his body grips your cock, and keeping that pace fast enough to make you feel good, but not enough to let you cum.

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

He's definitely on the noisy side, making lots of grunts and calling you pet names throughout. A vocal bottom who has zero restraint in the bedroom/in private.

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

Boothill loves when you play with the wires inside of his chest cavity. Everything is so damn sensitive in there, and your soft human fingers feel heavenly when they caress the inside of his metal body and stroke the bundles of wires that keep him running.

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

Honestly, Boothill's genitals can be just about anything, thanks to his attachments. He can have a cock or a cunt, he can be tiny or monstrously huge, he can have a dragon dick if either of you want… the sky is the limit ☺️

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

A bit high, but can you really blame him? You work Boothill's body so good that he finds his mind drifting to scenes of you making love to him more frequently than ever before.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless he's on low energy when you're finished, he won't "fall asleep" (go into rest mode).

[livelaughlovesubs]

I think fucking someone and being a little (very) rough with them is really hot, to the point they feel like you were just using their body for your own entertainment.

But then the moment you both are done, just hug them tightly and whisper sweet praises into their ears, placing soft kisses on their face as you make them feel so loved they cringe is even hotter.

[subbyboysgalore]

both Triple Down parts are making me go so insane uuuuuuu (i really do wanna mark Gakkun's pretty skin all over and make a mess out of him huhu)

Now… hmm i wanna switch fandoms a lil bit but don't know which TWST character to start with…

Let's go with Trey since he's your pfp tho (totally no other reason)

He works so hard, i think he deserves to be taken care of and pampered in bed but… I wanna hear about your general subby HCs about him?

- 💫

a/n: ehehehhe I'm so happy u liked the triple down posts !!

now. trey clover. sigh... sighh........ he's so infuriatingly attractive.. and he has glasses too.. ///// I adore this card.

tags: mentions of overstim and bondage, sub!trey

type: hcs

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- glasses glasses glasses glasses-

- okay ahem so anyways.

- With Riddle's outbursts, Trey is often there to smooth things over. He's the calm and big brotherly type, taking care of everyone all the time.

- it's just who he is, so he can't say he hates it but..

- well it does strain him after a while.

- physically, in a way that his muscles are sore and tired after all the baking he has to do, and mentally, with all the things he has to keep track of in order for heartslabyul not to crash and burn.

- he has to be there for everyone!

- maybe you should help him out..

- maybe massage his (muscular) shoulders and neck, listening to him sigh in relief.

- maybe smile mischievously as you whisper how good he's been into his ear, gently showering him in praises. he didn't know he needed that so badly until you did it for him.

- and maybe, just maybe, you know another way trey can relax.

- he can lay back on the bed, and you hush him as he protests.

- "wait- let me touch you too-!" he'll say, jerking his body forward to yours. tonight, he's not allowed to touch you until you say so. it'll be different for once, usually he's the one making you feel good. it isn't fair you never really get to see him fucked out for once.

- speaking of that, he's usually big into making you feel good first, forgetting his own body's needs until it's too hard (lmao) to ignore.

- sometimes he needs to be spoiled, an oldest brother deserves that at the very least.

- he's a service sub. it's so obvious.

- it's what he's happy to do most of the time, but he has.. fantasies about you tying him up, rendering him unable to move. he's embarrassed to say it would be relaxing, every overthinking and fast thought thrown out of his mind. He doesn't need to worry about anything, only to focus on how good he feels.

- when you finally get to fucking, push him to his bed, and tell him to stop worrying, he did so perfect today. to relax, the only thing he should be worried about is getting fucked properly.

- he's not very loud most of the time, which means it's all the more rewarding when you do manage to make him groan. usually the most he'll do is to whisper, no, whine out your name, staring at you with hazy amber eyes.

- his arms are.. okay listen. have you seen a regular baker? their arms and shoulders are muscled. if you push him down, he'll stay. despite the ability to easily flip the positions and roles around, he doesn't.

- ..most of the time.

- he does have a mischievous streak after all.

- don't worry, keep him overstimulated enough and he won't even think about doing that <33

[mal0nneiiii]

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i like to think dream!sans is a reverent worshipper in bed.

it's like he's weaving poetry with his praises for you, the words spilling effortlessly from his mouth like molten honey. sickeningly sweet and laced with all the affection a guardian could hold for his significant other. he treats you as if you are the most precious thing in the multiverse and to him, you are. every kiss he graces upon your skin is quickly and reverently thanked before he places them. you can feel the warmth radiating off of each one.

"you're so beautiful.." a kiss on your wrist. "thank you.. oh, thank you.." a kiss on your shoulder.

"absolutely stunning.." a feathery soft kiss on your neck.

dream could easily praise you all day long. to him, every breath and loving syllable is worthy of your description. he is at your beck and call, more than happy to fall to his knees if it means he can hear his name and those pretty sounds fall from your lips in a breathless mantra. he may be an ancient deity, but dream will worship you like a devout follower if it means you'll grace him with your presence.

when it comes to receiving that same treatment, however...

he can't handle it in the slightest.

dream is more than capable of dishing it out, but unfortunately he is completely unable of taking it. he feels almost unworthy of your praises because he does not believe in them for himself. you are the only one who is able to see past his perfect facade. that is what he adores about you the most. you do not idolize him as this perfect guardian who can do no wrong. you know he is not perfect. in fact, he believes himself to be the furthest thing from it. but it is a standard he keeps trying to uphold because he feels he must. because it is what others expect of him. but you are there to remind him that he doesn't need to be perfect with you. that he can forgo the mask of that polite smile he wears and really, truly feel with you. he can be angry and scream, wail and cry if he needs.

and you will love him all the more for it.

those eyelights of his are wavering and unfocused in their sockets, shaky breaths rattling his ribcage as he watches you delicately kiss down his sternum. you can feel the soft tingle of his magic coursing just beneath the surface of his bones. it's a peculiar feeling, yet one that you keep chasing as you flatten your tongue to give him a lick. it elicits such a pretty sound from him, one so delicate and airy. a darling dust of golden magic colors his cheekbones. "so pretty.." you murmur as you look up at him with an adoring grin.

"ah!" dream's phalanges tremble as he quickly clamps both of them over his face. whether it was to hide his expression or muffle his sounds, you couldn't tell. maybe it was both.

"d- don't say such things when you're.. in a position like that..." you merely coo in response as you shift your weight on top of him, gently prying his wrists away from his skull. you press a kiss to the left knuckles, and then to the right. the gesture quickly earns you a flustered whine in response. "but it's the truth, sunshine. i think you're pretty. and lovely. and wonderful.."

your lips find their way to his collar bones, feathery soft in their ministrations as you whisper praises against him. when your teeth gently nibble one, his entire body jolts as a whimper tumbles from his mouth, but he makes no effort to stop you. instead, he surrenders himself to your ministrations, ultimately powerless. "so kind, and hard-working.." another kiss on his sensitive neck.

"strong... reliable." a kiss to the top of his skull. "my radiant light.." and another to his cranium. you can hear the soft, almost melodic rattle of his bones as they tremble under your touch. his fingers tighten their hold on you while your hand trails down his ribs, feeling the dip and curve of each one.

"y-you're too-- oh! you're too good for me, my darling.." you merely give him a loving smile. "it's what you deserve, dream. you deserve everything good, even if you think otherwise. but i'm going to convince you that you do, one way or another." there's a set determination in your voice that sends dream's SOUL aflutter as he watches you journey lower and lower down his body. he feels himself grow almost dizzy as he watches you settle between his femurs. you hold his aurum gaze the entire time as you press a slow, languid kiss right on his sacrum. that sweet little gesture earns you your name breathed on a moan from his lips.

stars above, you're going to put him into an early grave.

"will you let me show you, sunshine?" you gently coax him.

always so considerate. despite the lust-ridden haze in your eyes, you still look at him with all the adoration in the ever-expanding multiverse. even through his embarrassment at being reduced to a quivering mess over just a few words and kisses, the positivity guardian feels himself wanting to give his everything to you. who is he to deny you, the very one he loves? the only one who can make him feel this exposed. this.. open and tender. so, he implores you. "..please."

[getoogles]

; GOJO SATORU 🔵 spilt milk

— cw; uni!au, domtop gn reader, s/m undertones, brat toru, jealousy, both a little crazy, punishment, shibari, gagging, edging, cock ring, tiny praise kink.

there's a gag (it’s really just his already soiled underwear) stuffed in satoru’s mouth, but it's not doing much to stop the waterfall of whimpers and moans leaving his lips. he's seated on your lap facing you, long, pale legs hooked over your thighs and leaving his body fully exposed for your hungry eyes.

he heaves a breath in anticipation, gaze following the metallic glints on your fingers as they trail up his thigh and around to his waist, until they're pressed against the end of the custom-made dildo and pushing it deeper inside him. unable to touch you with his arms bound behind his back, all satoru can do his arch his back to press desperately against your firm touch, strong legs squeezing around yours.

you've been at this for over an hour now (or so he thinks): teasing him, taking him to the edge, and pulling him back just before he could tip over. his jaw aches and his shoulders strain with the pull of the red rope. he's not sure he could take much more. the black ring circling his cock and balls didn’t care much for what he had to say about that, though.

his raging red cock gives another twitch and leak of approval, pre-cum dribbling down his length to join the rest in a damp mess on your jeans. when you glance down and notice the growing pool darkening the light-wash, you tut in displeasure. his stomach twists at your expression when you look up at him with a mocking pout, loving how his light eyebrows knit, awaiting your next words.

"look at the mess you're making angel. you like it when i'm mean, don't you?"

gojo hastily shakes his head at you, blinking in frustration. he did really. a few tears fall from his crystal eyes, pink-rimmed and blown wide in lust. he's sniffling now, writhing on top of you as you start to slide out the toy out tantalisingly slow. it pushes heavily against his prostate with the angle you move it, and your boyfriend quickly tenses up as pleasure shoots up his spine, a loud moan hardly muffled by his gag.

you instantly stop all movements, moving your hand to rest on his warm ass.

“you deserve it. i should leave you like this,” your tone is cold.

if he had the energy to at this point, satoru would be sobbing. his stomach heaves deeply with his hiccups, grooves in his abs accented with his sparkling exertion. there are tints of pink where you left a few hickies, some teeth and hand marks— no doubt they'd blossom into a beautiful shade of indigo in some hours. your dark eyes trail up his body, fingers following behind until they're cupping his wet and flushed cheeks. his cheeks bulge with his underwear, like a little squirrel.

you hum at him, eyes softening as he slowly blinks at you. docile and unresisting. good. he whines in his throat, trembling ever so slightly on your thighs. maybe you’d take pity on him now? you reach for the material in between his lips.

"i'm going to take it out now, okay ‘toru?"

he nods fervently and sends his white hair flying, perking up at the thought of being able to speak again. his boxers are pretty much soaked with his spit and tears, and a thin line of drool follows when you fling them off to the side. his mouth and lips are dry, almost cracking. but he doesn’t care about that right now. no, he knows what he wants and doesn’t hesitate to let you know.

“don’t leave me like this— c-ough! you’re a bully… please, baby— fucking need it—! need you to keep t-touching me,” he whines.

it's entertaining, to say the least. how much his mindset had changed from the unapologetic fuck you’d argued with not long ago, to this. it's always satisfying to know that you’re the only person to tame the gojo satoru. you let him ramble on for a few seconds with a fond smile until you can’t hold back your true feelings anymore, and start fucking him with the dildo again. 

"ha-ah! y-yes, just like that!" he cries out. forgotten with his sudden freedom of speech, satoru tugs fruitlessly at the confines around his arms, wanting you to hold onto you for some sort of grounding. his thick muscles bulge against the binds, and you’re glad you went with the more secure knots this time. your boyfriend whimpers and groans as you reach deeper inside him, now arching his chest into yours. impossibly hard and weeping, his pretty dick rubs against your shirt in his desperation.

but you're not having any of it — you were still pissed. you push against his chest firmly.

"no, baby. you don't get to do that after what you did." somewhere within his blissful haze, the gravity of your words registers. satoru recalls what you're talking about, instantly regretting everything as he teeters in pleasure-limbo. he can’t help how as his hips twitch into rhythm with your pace, nearly disrupting his train of thought again.

it's not often at all that he loses his cool like that. maybe it was the stress of back-to-back assignments on top of being president of both student government and jiu-jitsu club, but seeing you so friendly and affectionate with your separate friends, enjoying yourself in his absence really hit a nerve (and he didn't have much left).

he still remembers exactly how your instagram story made him feel: embarrassed, stupid, not enough, jealous. in hindsight, taking it out on your favourite pair of shoes was certaintly something that he wouldn't be doing again. yet, mistakes were made.

he knows what you‘re waiting for though. he knows, and he knows you know. it’s only a matter of time.

"c’mon, ‘m sorry. sweets,” he tries, lowering his voice to a sensual slur. swivelling his hips on top of you like he was getting paid for it, “i’ll get you another pair, shit mmh— ‘s m-many as you want.”

“you will? will you break them in for me too, make ‘em comfy again?”

you're teasing now, knowing that your brat boyfriend will say just about anything to get his way. it’s why you shut him up in the first place. more spineless apologies fall from his mouth, and despite the situation, you can feel your lips curl up. it never takes long to break mighty satoru down, to put him in his place beside you. similarly, it's only a matter of time until he's back to his disobedient ways. precisely what you adored so much about him. 

but this time was really a stretch. those shoes were like your babies. with a deep sigh you move your hand up to wrap around his throat. you stop fucking him again. he can’t hold back his moan at the bored look in your eyes as you scrutinise him. you rub your thumb over his pulse and can feel him gulp beneath your palms.

"fuck, i’m sorry," satoru finally weeps, curling into himself while the webs of pleasure tighten around his body, ready to snap. his broad, sloped shoulders curl over your body as he shrinks pitifully, throat squeezed under your grip. he was giving himself up. “shouldn’t have touched them. was mad at you…”

touched? more like destroyed.

you retaliate instantly and tighten your hold on him, feeling angry once more at him trying to spin it on you. “you know i’m yours, satoru. only yours. who gets to see you like this? so pathetic and grovelling for my touch?

“fucking no one else; only me.”

he moans at your possessive words, loud and desperate, confirming everything you said. he was so lucky to have you. someone who felt as insane about him as he did you, “love you. ‘m yours. toru’s sorry.”

"there it is, my good boy," you give him a small smile at his effort. at that satoru finds the strength to pull himself upright and to look at you with hopeful, teary eyes. you decide to have mercy on him for now. you pull the ring off his cock, and another stream of salty liquid bubbles out at the action — gojo himself is surprised that alone doesn't push him over the edge.

nevertheless, he lets himself go, finding you stick true to your actions and fuck him to the point where he can't even thank you for your kind mercy. with the dildo thumping mercilessly at his sweet spot, your hand stroking loosely around his length, and your lips pressing delicate kisses to his neck, it's only mere seconds until his orgasm comes crashing over him with a vengeance.

satoru is drooling all over as he releases his load over you, melodic voice supporting mindless mumbles and the like by your ears when he can no longer support himself. fingers curling into fists of bliss behind his back, legs squeezing around you to keep you near, to feel you deeper. you fuck him through his fierce high even if it feels like it lasts forever, until his cries quieten into weak moans when you overstimulate him further. 

you slow your movements and whisper praises to him. gently, you remove the dildo, cooing as he twitches on top of you in exhaustion.

you sigh too, kissing the side of his head and rubbing at his back. you’re still pissed. it isn't the time to properly talk to him and solve the issue that led to such an heated session, and you know his sub drop won't take long to come around. you get to work untying his arms. the crimson lines where the rope had dug in stands out against his pale skin and you rub them gently.

he immediately wraps his arms around you, ignoring the harshness of your clothes against his nude body. "toru’s sorry..." comes his hoarse whisper. you instantly brush it off, telling him not to worry about it while your fingers scratch lightly at his scalp. 

"it's okay; you're okay. i'm staying right here with you, angel.”

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