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kisakis-boyfriend · 4 days ago

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Cosmic Experimentation pt. 2

Author's Note: Ah shit, here we go again. Fingering Anaxa's chest hole, as promised~ Once again inspired by @angelesca 🩷 (thank you for your kind words btw!! You're too sweet 🥹🫶) — I can't believe we have to wait an entire month for his banner…so homophobic 😔

Pairings: Anaxagoras x male reader

Warnings: Dom male!reader, sub!Anaxa, fingering unusual holes, dacryphilia, feisty Anaxagoras

“I was half-kidding!” you yell-laugh, crossing your arms in front of you to block your partner's relentless attacks.

You were kind enough to carry him over to the bed, seeing how his legs refused to keep him upright after your previous amusement, and what does he do in return? Anaxagoras yanks a pillow from underneath his head and starts weakly beating you with it!

“Calm down! I said I was only kidding!” you quickly grab the middle of the pillow, stopping the onslaught of fluffy blows in an instant. Still huffing in annoyance, Anaxa begrudgingly lets go, allowing you to disarm him. “You were so sweet and adorable earlier, love. Where did all of this come from?” you ask, leaning over your beloved boyfriend and fixing his hair that had become tousled during his fit.

He doesn't answer at first, mostly glaring at you like a bratty girlfriend while you simply hold his gaze in amusement. It takes about a minute of this stare down until he relents. “Sometimes, I think you enjoy provoking me.” he says plainly. His reddened cheeks reveal the emotions fueling this silly temper, however.

It's all too cute, how much Anaxagoras allows you to get away with. Not only does the demised scholar allow you to invade his personal space more than anyone else, he puts up with — or perhaps it's more accurate to say that he enjoys — your teasing and the way you play with his emotions just to see him flush and stutter his way through an excuse.

You can't stop yourself from leaning down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. Anaxa's sour expression melts away as he loses himself in the kiss, returning the affection with interest. A hand on his waist causes him to arch his back a little, which gets him lost in pleasure all over again. The kiss becomes hungrier, deeper, and Anaxa parts his lips, practically begging you to come inside and claim what's yours.

Hands begin to wander; yours and his. While Anaxa's hands find a comfy place behind your neck, tugging at the back of your hair, your own hands explore the expanse of his body. Trailing along his sides, tickling the exposed skin of his shoulder that's normally hidden underneath his jacket, then settling one hand on his chest. As if it has a gravitational pull of its own, your fingers travel inwards, grazing the outer edge of the cosmic design in the center of Anaxagoras' chest. Your fingertips ghost over the middle of it…

And the effect is immediate.

Anaxa arches off of the bed, whimpering and wrapping his legs around your waist without even realizing it, and moaning against your mouth while his eye squeezes shut. You pull away, looking down at your partner with wide eyes. ‘Was it because I touched it…?’ you think to yourself, smiling as a far dirtier thought creeps into the forefront of your head.

“Would it…would it hurt if I stuck my fingers in here?” you nearly whisper. You're straining your ears to pick up any kind of response from him, since he decided to cover his mouth with the back of his hand out of embarrassment. The noises that threaten to escape at any second have him acting extra shy, it seems.

Anaxagoras collects his thoughts, then gives you an answer. “I don't know… It's not like anyone has ever tried to *ahem*… touch me like you did earlier.” He shifts slightly, clearly flustered, but you can detect the hint of scholarly curiosity in his voice. You exchange looks, and you ask for permission to experiment with this area too. Offering a promise to be even more gentle, if that's what he wants.

He says nothing, only grasping your wrist again and bringing your touch back to his chest whilst maintaining an expectant look. The sensations are much the same: cold, damp, and gooey once you actually penetrate the space.

You use your pointer finger at first, easing Anaxa into the situation once again. His whines fill the room, and he squirms around without thinking. “Easy now �� does this feel good too?” your gentle tone makes Anaxa feel comfortably lightheaded — like he's floating through warm water in the sunlight. He can only muster a weak nod of his head, but it's good enough for you.

The cosmic space ripples like liquid with your every move, though you're unsure if you can say that it's truly "liquid". Even as it moves, it still seems solid. The knowledge-seeking part of your brain poses all sorts of questions and hypotheses: How does this space even work? Is it an actual opening to the inside of his body; does it feel like I'm sticking my fingers into his chest, or a more pleasurable hole? Am I going to accidentally poke his heart or lungs? Does it work more like a pocket dimension where my fingers aren't technically inside of him? Was it safe for him to lick that blue goo off of my fingers? Is it some kind of blue cum? Does his chest hole have a prostate or something? Can I safely put my dick in his eye hole? Can I safely put it in his chest? That would be weird, right? How many people can say that they get to fuck their partner's chest pussy?

“AaaAaAAhHHhhHnN–” Your deep introspection is interrupted by Anaxagoras moaning loudly and suddenly. At first, you're worried that you somehow hurt him, but that thought is quickly discarded when he starts clawing at the sheets and grinding his hips against yours. “hAAaaH– Yes! Do that again…please!”

While lost in your thoughts, you inadvertently find the spot that you'd been searching for. The part of him that you can lightly press on and immediately send your partner straight to heaven.

The fresh tears streaming down your boyfriend's cheek only serve to make him more beautiful in this moment. You almost find yourself lost staring at his face as his expression twists wildly, punctuated by more moans and cries of your name. His cries become even more frantic when you stop moving your finger, too lost in your daze to realize that you're barely fingering him at all.

It takes a few shouts of your name to finally snap you out of it, and your partner is none too pleased that you stopped touching him the way he needs. “Did I say stop?!” Anaxagoras bites, furrowing his brow as he looks up at you through wet lashes.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart. That pretty face of yours must have put me in a trance.” Your teasing is unappreciated, only earning you a harsh glare and a huff from Anaxa. Both of which cease when you get back to gliding your finger in and out of his chest hole. Deciding to test the waters a little more, you add a second finger, just as you did with the matching mark under his eye patch.

That added digit has the exact effect you wanted it to have, causing your partner to squeal and throw his head back. Then, you curl your fingers, and the motion instantly causes Anaxa's eye to roll into the back of his head. It has an obvious effect between his legs as well, feeling the hard bulge rubbing against yours with every slight movement of Anaxa's hips.

Just the same as before, this hole begins to overflow with that blue liquid. It squelches loudly, following every thrust of your fingers with a distinct schlik schlik schlik noise. You're knuckle-deep inside this space, scissoring your digits as if you're trying to prepare Anaxagoras for something bigger… (would that even fit?!)

You try to hit that special spot repeatedly, sending your boyfriend into a hysterical frenzy of tossing his head back and forth and whimpering like a virgin. “Are you gonna cum again, love? Do you like when I touch you like this?” you prod, using the hand that previously held onto his hip to squeeze Anaxa's ass.

As you pick up the pace, his voice becomes your favorite song — a symphony of high-pitched moans, beautifully articulated and precious, interlaced with his cries of “faster!”. And at the peak of it all, you exclaim; “Cum for me, love! There ya go, good boy~”

With one final cry of ecstasy, Anaxa creams his pants for the second time today, letting himself moan without restraint as ropes of cum stain the inside of his underwear. His chest cavity takes every quick thrust as you finger it through his orgasm, oozing even more of that blue liquid.

You remove your fingers and observe the gooey substance again, the way it drips down slowly, making its way down to the base of your fingers, and stretches without breaking when you spread them apart. You press your fingers against Anaxa's parted lips and he sucks on them without making a fuss. Even as he lay breathless and on the verge of dozing off, your partner is kind enough to once again clean your fingers.

“Feeling ok?” you ask sweetly. Anaxagoras tiredly nods his head, humming as his tongue laps at his own blue fluid attached to your skin. You lean down to press a kiss against his temple, hugging him as you press your bodies together, then exhale a shaky breath of exhaustion. You'll prepare to clean yourselves up in a bit. But for now, you want to enjoy the afterglow of your little adventure in peace.

#my writing #oneshot #anaxagoras #anaxa smut #anaxa x male reader #anaxa x reader #sub anaxa #hsr smut #hsr x male reader #hsr x reader #sub hsr #male reader #dom reader #dom male reader #sub male character #male reader x male character #thinking about part 3 where reader sticks his entire dick in Anaxa's chest...? 👀#that hole is probably big enough for that to work

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noyasmashing · 1 day ago

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Cracking the Code (part 3) ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Rintaro Suna

part one l part two

wc: 2000

Summary: you invite suna to your place and give him the honey he’s been waiting for hehe

₊⊹ CW: p in v sex, lingerie (suna wears it), over stimulation, sun!suna

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: I had so much fun writing this I love sunaaaa

It had been days.

Days since you’d left Suna wrecked and aching for you in that locker room, so painfully close to release that he was probably still haunted by it. And judging by the way he’d been avoiding you on campus, ducking out of sight every time he caught a glimpse of you, you knew he was trying to get his shit together.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

Not when you had something special planned for him.

You’d texted him earlier, telling him to meet you at your place after class—and to be a good boy and show up on time.

And he had.

Suna was standing in your doorway now, looking wrecked before you’d even touched him—eyes slightly downcast, jaw clenched, like he was already bracing himself for whatever you were about to do to him.

“Come in,” you murmured, stepping aside to let him pass.

He didn’t say a word, just nodded, slipping off his shoes as he stepped inside.

“Good boy.” You closed the door behind him, and the quiet click echoed through the space, making him tense even more.

Suna swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room like he was looking for clues—trying to figure out what you had planned.

“Relax, Rintarou.” You stepped closer, tilting his chin down so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. “I just want to play a little.”

His breath hitched, and you could feel the way his body reacted to your words—his shoulders stiffening, his pupils dilating as he fought to keep his composure.

“Take off your clothes.”

Suna’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t hesitate. His fingers trembled just a little as he tugged off his hoodie and shirt, then pushed his pants down his legs.

“Good.” You licked your lips, letting your eyes rake over his lean, toned body. “Now sit.”

You gestured to the edge of the bed, and Suna obeyed, sitting down with his legs slightly spread—so fucking obedient, just the way you liked him.

You straddled him slowly, guiding him down onto the plush sheets as you captured his lips in a lingering kiss. His hands instinctively reached for your waist, but before he could touch you, you pinned his wrists down, keeping him right where you wanted him.

Suna was sprawled out on your bed, his lips swollen from your kisses. His usual lazy confidence? Gone. Instead, he was staring up at you with blown-out pupils, his breath coming in soft, needy pants.

And he had no idea what was coming next.

You had planned this for a while—something to completely undo him, to make sure he never underestimated you again. So when you pulled away and reached for the little black bag hidden in your drawer, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What’s that?” His voice was already breathless, laced with anticipation.

You just smirked. “A little surprise.”

You climbed off him, reaching into the bag and pulling out the delicate set of black lingerie—soft, lacy, and paired with a sheer skirt that barely covered anything at all. The moment Suna realized what you were holding, his entire body tensed.

“You’re not serious,” he muttered, but the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed told you everything.

“Oh, I’m very serious, baby,” you cooed, holding up the fabric. “And you’re going to look so pretty in it.”

His ears were bright red now, his lips parting slightly as he searched for some excuse, some way out—but there wasn’t one. Not when his cock was already straining against his briefs, giving away just how much he secretly loved this.

“Be good for me, Rin,” you purred, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You do want to be good for me, don’t you?”

A soft, shuddering breath escaped him. And then—slowly, hesitantly—he nodded.

“Good boy.”

By the time you were done dressing him, Suna was a mess. His cheeks were flushed, his thighs trembling, and he couldn’t meet your eyes as he sat there in the delicate black lace, his erection tenting the fabric so obscenely it was almost pathetic.

“You look so fucking pretty,” you murmured, dragging your fingers up his inner thigh, feeling the way his muscles twitched under your touch.

He let out a shaky exhale, his fists clenched in the sheets. “This is so—”

“Hot?” you interrupted, smirking. “Yeah, I know.”

His breath hitched as your fingers trailed up, brushing over the wet spot forming in his panties.

“Oh, Rin…” You clicked your tongue in mock sympathy. “You’re already leaking, baby?”

“Sh-shut up,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut.

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “That’s cute. You think you’re still in control.”

And then you touched him properly—palming him through the lace, feeling the way his cock twitched desperately at even the slightest friction. The whimper that slipped from his lips was almost enough to make you lose your patience.

“You’re so sensitive,” you murmured, kissing a slow path up his stomach. “Are you gonna cum already, baby?”

“N-No,” he stammered, shaking his head. “I can—fuck—I can hold it.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head, rubbing slow, lazy circles over the damp lace. “Are you sure?”

Suna whined—actually whined—his hips jerking up helplessly, chasing more friction. His hands clenched into the sheets, his body shivering from the overstimulation of your teasing.

“I—fuck, Y/n—”

You slid the panties to the side, finally wrapping your fingers around his cock, and his entire body jerked.

“F-Fuck—oh my god—”

He was so hard, so achingly desperate, and you had barely even touched him.

“You’re not gonna last, are you, baby?” you cooed, stroking him slowly, just enough to make him tremble.

He let out the prettiest little choked moan, his head falling back against the pillows. “I—fuck—d-don’t—”

“Don’t what?” You smirked, tightening your grip just enough to make him gasp. “Don’t make you cum too fast?”

Suna let out a broken sob of a moan, his body shuddering beneath you.

“Oh, baby…” You leaned in, kissing his flushed cheek. “It’s okay. You can be my pathetic little thing tonight.”

And that broke him.

He came with a loud, desperate moan, his body convulsing as pleasure tore through him, his cock twitching in your hand as he spilled all over himself, ruining the delicate lace of the lingerie.

But you didn’t stop.

His breath hitched sharply as you kept stroking him, his body twitching from the overstimulation.

“F-Fuck—” His voice was wrecked, his hands weakly pushing at your wrists, but you just grinned.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you purred, pressing soft kisses along his jaw. “Too much?”

Suna whimpered, his thighs trembling beneath you. “T-Too sensitive—fuck—”

“But you wanted to be good for me, didn’t you?” You tightened your grip, making him cry out.

“I—ah—fuck—p-please—”

Suna was already wrecked before you even slid the lingerie panties down his thighs—his breath hitching, thighs trembling as he lay back on the bed, chest rising and falling in short, shaky breaths. The lace skirt still clung to his hips, a little crooked now, riding up from how much he’d been squirming.

You straddled him slowly, letting your fingers trail along his ribs, teasing over the soft, trembling lines of his stomach. His muscles flexed under your touch, but he was too far gone to do anything but whimper.

“You sure you can handle this, Rin?” you whispered, voice low and wicked as you leaned down to brush your lips over his jaw. “You came just from my hand.”

“I—I can,” he breathed, voice thin and shaky. “Please… please, Y/n…”

The pleading in his voice made your spine tingle. His cock was flushed and twitching against his stomach, already glistening with precum, and the way he looked up at you—like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to this earth—was almost too pretty to handle.

You lined yourself up, dragging the tip of his cock through your wetness, and Suna let out a broken sound—somewhere between a gasp and a sob.

“Fuck—fuck, wait—” he moaned, his hips bucking up instinctively. “It’s—too much…”

You gripped his thighs to hold him down, giving him a slow, wicked smile. “I’m not even inside you yet, pretty boy.”

“I know,” he whimpered. “I know—I just—please—please go slow…”

You took your time, easing down onto him with slow, torturous pressure, inch by inch, and he was shaking beneath you. His hands clawed at the sheets like he needed something to anchor himself, something to stop the overwhelming heat from swallowing him whole.

The moment you fully sank down, he choked on a moan—his back arching, eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open.

“Oh my god,” he gasped. “Y/n—I—I can’t—”

You paused, grinding your hips just a little, and he cried out, his thighs jerking under you.

“Don’t cum yet,” you said sweetly, though your tone was anything but gentle. “You wanna be a good boy, right?”

“I—fuck—I’m trying—” he whimpered, a few stray tears already welling up in the corners of his eyes.

You leaned forward, planting your hands on either side of his head, pinning him down while you started to move—slow, deep rolls of your hips that made your walls drag over every single sensitive inch of him.

Suna was panting now, whimpering with each thrust, his entire body trembling beneath you.

“Feels too good—too good—please, please slow down—”

But you didn’t. You kept going, loving how overwhelmed he looked, how his lips trembled like he was right on the edge of breaking again. His lashes fluttered as he looked up at you, and you could tell—he was already close.

“Gonna cum for me again, baby?” you whispered, lips brushing against his ear. “Gonna be my messy little slut and finish before I even tell you to?”

“P-Please—don’t tease me—I’m trying to be good—”

But he wasn’t good. Not when he was already starting to fall apart under you, hips twitching upward with every grind, trying desperately to keep it together. You reached down between the two of you, thumbing his swollen tip just once—

And that was all it took.

“F-Fuck—Y/n—!” he cried out, voice cracking as he came inside you, body jerking, eyes wide with shock and shame and relief. His orgasm hit so fast and so hard, it knocked the breath out of him—his thighs clenching, fingers digging into the sheets as he filled you with desperate little moans and stuttered gasps.

You rode it out, watching the way his face contorted in pure overstimulation, how his moans softened into whimpers the longer you kept moving.

When it was done—when he lay under you, flushed and fucked out, tears streaking the corners of his eyes—he looked absolutely devastated.

“…I didn’t mean to—” he breathed, voice trembling. “I didn’t want to finish so fast—”

You leaned down, kissing the hollow of his throat.

“I know,” you whispered. “You’re just that easy for me, aren’t you?”

He bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut, trying not to cry from the embarrassment. You cupped his face gently, brushing a thumb along his cheek.

You kissed his cheek softly, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. “You did so well for me, baby.”

His only response was a weak little whimper, his fingers twitching as he tried—and failed—to reach for you.

You smirked, pressing another soft kiss against his lips. “You okay, Rin?”

He let out a small, exhausted groan, his arms finally wrapping around you, pulling you close as he buried his face in your shoulder.

“…shut up,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin.

You laughed softly, stroking his back. “Aw, are you embarrassed?”

Suna just groaned again, tightening his grip around you. “If you say one more word, I’m—”

“What? Gonna let me dress you up again and wreck you even harder next time?”

His body tensed.

And you grinned.

Because now he knew.

There would be a next time.

And he’d love every second of it.

thank you for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated <3

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straykids-2001 · 3 days ago

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Say their full name to see their reactions

🍬 cute fluff

Bangchan

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Changbin

Hyunjin

Jisung Han

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Seungmin

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c4toru · 2 months ago

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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 !!

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chris-prank · 3 days ago

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just got back after a while away! and omg i always interpreted jacces beard as shadow/stubble not a full soul patch lmao (also i have fully forgotten how i identified myself in your inbox ngl but ftmkinki is my sideblog hi hello i return can i just sign with the 💗 emoji? or is that taken?)

You were right to think that! I imagine his little beard as just a little stubble, but since English isn’t my first language I can see where I must have not expressed my idea with the right words!

And yes, you can absolutely use the heart emoji as your anon signature! (That made me think, am I supposed to make a list of all the anons emojis that had already been used?)

#answered #answered asks #yandere #yandere x gn reader #yandere male #yandere oc #tw yandere #sub!yandere #sub yandere #gn reader #x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #My oc-Jacce #dom reader #pathetic yandere #male yandere #desperate yandere #yandere x you

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qi-rong-husband · 1 day ago

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sorry for not posting so take this small scrap

i think my tumblr account is broken or something because it says I have stuff in my inbox but there is nothing so I am sorry to whoever sent in requests because they do not appear in my inbox so just take this small scrap

imagine being squished by thighs like soft nice firm thighs

imagine as you suck their dick or eat out their pussy, you get suffocated by those sweet thighs

imagine how nice it would be to suck and nip at those thighs

imagine marking these soft thighs all yours to own

imagine when you guys aren't having sex you can use those thighs as a pillow.

so yeah just found this in my drafts enjoy it's really short, have a great day or night!

#dom reader #dom male reader #seme male reader #short story

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iveneverbeenhere · 7 hours ago

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TW: suggestive bordering on smut‼️, hoshi is a himbo in this, degradation, specifically dumbification, sub‼️Hoshi, begging‼️‼️, no one actually gets naked but hoshi does try and undress you, he is whipped‼️‼️, hoshi just really wants you to treat him bad sometimes. Also he rubs himself on you like a dog

Genre: university au, established relationship, female reader x idol, no beta we die like men

A/N: woke up and needed hoshi to beg me to treat him bad. Lowkey a continuation of “the dumbest man meets the smartest woman” where they’re in an established relationship. Hoshi is a menace in this

Hoshi has never been the smartest, but he’s never minded; especially, now since he has you. To him, you’re the smartest, sexiest woman alive—which simultaneously makes him proud and turns him on significantly; he brags about you everywhere you go exclaiming with the widest grin:

“Look at my girlfriend! She’s just the best isn’t she?”

“Don’t you wish you had a girlfriend this smart.”

“She’s been on the Dean’s list for the last couple of years. No one could ever top my baby!”

Your humbleness causes you to wave off his praise with a simple “oh, it’s nothing, anyone could do it really.” Which Hoshi always gives a small pout to. He thinks you should be more confident. If he had your smarts, he’d never stop boasting. Nevertheless, he loves you for that humbleness and gentleness. You’re always patience; willing to explain everything and anything to him without so much as a frustrated sigh. You talk to him like an equal who needs a little help—not a child—which, he appreciates; although, sometimes he wishes you would be a bit meaner; like how you are with your cat.

“How’s my little dumb baby? Hm?”

“Awww, are you a little moron? Getting stuck in the cabinet, again? Do you have a little pea-brain?”

“Lil stupid boy hit his head, again. You’re too stupid to live, huh? You’re lucky I take care of you.”

Hoshi can’t help but feel his sweats tighten and his brain go a little fuzzy when you talk to your cat Einstein like that. You treat him like the dumbest little thing in the world; like he needs to be guided and save by your condescending hand. Hoshi borderline jealous that he gets to experience that side of you. A side that is almost cocky; a side that’s gentle, but with a catch. One that’s cruel, but tries to brush it away with sickly sweet tone. He can’t help but blurt out, ruddy cheeked and dry mouthed:

“God, please, talk to me like that.”

You freeze as your face heats up causing Einstein to fall out of your grip. You never know how to react when he says stuff like that.

He begs further with glossy eyes, “Cmon, baby please? Pretty please?”

Your ears turn red, “Hun, what are you talking about?”

He gets up from the couch and crawls slowly towards you. He kneels in front of you hitting your exposed stomach, rubbing his face near the waistband of your sweats as he pants.

“Tell me I’m stupid.”

You stand there open-mouthed as he continues.

“Tell me I’m just your dumb little baby. Tell me I’m a moron—fuck, I won’t be able to get enough—“

He starts to chew on the strings of your sweatpants, wanting to untie it with his teeth, but not wanting to go too far. You can feel the spit seeping onto waistband.

He pleads, “Call me stupid and tell me I’m only good cause I’m pretty and cute. Call me an idiot while you make it so I can’t walk.”

You can tell he’s slowly loosing it as he started to unravel the pretty knot you had in them in an attempt to get closer to your heat; you can feel him pointing and rubbing near your leg as he looks up with big, wobbly eyes.

“Please, baby?”

You can’t find it in yourself to refuse him

Credit to dividers go to @k1ssyoursister

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vrachis · 16 hours ago

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cw : transfem! navia x gn afab! reader, smol picnic turns freaky, handjobs, dom reader, sub chara

the salty breeze of the sea fills your senses, along with the gusts of wind that flap in your direction, making the blades of grass beneath the cloth you sat on dance in the ground. skies were clear and the fontainian water continued to glimmer, seemingly making you remember briefly just how pristine and of great quality the hydro here was. despite the pretty surroundings, nothing could tear you away from the sight of the spina di rosula's president right now.

glazed eyes and sweat trickling down her neck, heavy blush dusting her cheeks and the way her mouth gaped, letting out such sweet noises only for you to hear.

you swore it had started as an innocent picnic date, but with the work piling up for the past few weeks, it barely got you any time to destress, let alone spend the usual time with navia. taking advantage of the given time you had now, surely your willing lover wouldn't mind to let off a bit of steam, right?

starting off with gentle gestures, kissing all over her face, needily clinging onto the blonde after hours of not seeing her, wanting to take your time peppering her features with kisses. then trailing down to her jawline, ghosting your lips above it, the lingering presence of your lips making you feel the slight shudder of her frame in your arms. carrying on with your actions based from her initial reactions, you busy your hands with the task of feeling her up ; running your fingers through her curly hair, then up and down her waist, caressing the hard texture of her black corset.

a few moments of showering her in attention, and navia's already becoming a breathless mess, from the summer heat and from your ministrations. desire courses through her veins, making her skin burn and tingle, longing for more of your touch, eager and greedy to have your attention focused on her only.

back to present when her voice is slurred, speech consisting of moans and barely a proper sentence formed, only pleas to encourage your stroking. "mon amour, plus, s'il te plaît-" those blue eyes roll to the back of her head, getting lost in the heat of pleasure with each hot stroke, threatening to push her so closely to the edge. "ah- ça fait du bien-"

each desperate moan that slips from those plump lips, and with the instinctiveness to try and close her thighs in, you could tell she was close. her length in your hand throbbed delightfully each time you brought your fingers up and down so tantalizingly, torturing your woman with the sweet delight of being drunk on incessant pleasure.

as your hand meets the tip, your hand retracts from the pulsating cock, hand flattening to palm at her wet tip, lathering the oozing precum all over the head. your other hand comes up to pump her length while your previously used one caresses the tip in a circular motion, with the fervour to push her even dangerously closer to that edge, denying her peak.

the change of action does wonders, really, when navia starts to pant and drool at the pressure on her cock. "oh-! t-too much-!" chuckling to yourself, your eyes feast on the sight of the esteemed spina's president writhing in front of you, driven to lust-hazed frenzy just because of skilled and quick handiwork on her dick. it was pathetic, honestly, but how could you not enjoy yourself this way when she had been so willing to please you?

leaning in to press sloppy kisses against her cheek, you kiss away the tears that fall from her pretty eyes, cooing softly at her. "est-ce que cela te fait du bien, mon amour?" you ask her, keeping your voice hushed to hear the delightful melody of moans she gives you. only replying with an eager nod, you feel her hands clutch against the hem of your shirt, as if bracing herself for impending orgasm. "tu veux jouir pour moi, navia?"

a stupid question, truthfully. but you needed to hear the words come from her.

with the little bit of air within her lungs to form speech, she's pleading once more, "yes, yes, fuck- j'ai tellement envie de jouir, s'il te plaît,"

with a satisfied hum, and the synchronized pulsating of her dick, your hands pull away and give the command.

"go on. cum for me, ma cherie."

notes :

"mon amour, plus, s'il te plaît" = "my love, more, please"

"ah- ça fait du bien" = "ah- that feels good"

"est-ce que cela te fait du bien, mon amour?" = "does this make you feel good, my love?"

"tu veux jouir pour moi, navia?" = "do you want to cum for me, navia?"

" j'ai tellement envie de jouir, s'il te plaît," = "i want to cum so badly, please,"

kein's notes : anyways yes its like 1:22am rn im so horny and i havent wrote in a while so !!!! freakster is back yalls

#vrachis #kein’s thirsts.#kein’s drabbles.#dom reader #sub genshin #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #sub genshin smut #genshin navia #navia caspar #navia x reader #sub navia #im pretty sure they do switch after ngl ill leave it up to yalls imagination

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flyervel · 29 days ago

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You'd work endless hours to provide your wife, people said it's odd you'd call him that. But you'd always shrug, and always gave them your classic answer; He's kinda is... He cooks, cleans and everything.

After another exhausting business trip, you had a feeling your husband was cheating on you (thought, he never did it). You came home to find your husband on the couch. Moaning like a whore, after careful and silent inspections, he fucked himself with a dildo. The pink colored toy on his boypussy, as crying with pleasure and repeating your name.

You smirked seeing him. He would usually text you or just call you if he missed you, barely you expecting this. You came up to him—your husband's eyes went wide. But you didn't let him explain, you immediately ripped every piece of his clothes. Pulling the dildo out, you inserted it into his rim, making him jolted and moan.

He's probably already opened wide, you thought. Seeing the size of the dildo. You immediately unzipped and unbuttoned your expensive pants. Adjusting your position, doggy style before putting your whole length to his heat. You just smiled seeing the eager face of your husband as he looked back.

"Did you bring any men over?" You asked with a firm voice. As he shook his head in response.

Clap—! Your thrust immediately went into his G-spot. "Mffhh~! I didn't M/N—" With that, you start to push your whole length. Didn't move an inch making him whine, you just slapped his ass hard. "That's not my name."

You saw him biting his lower lip, his ass having your hand print as it burns to his flesh. You kneed those cheeks before moving. Your husband just moaned louder, louder than using that dildo, his tongue went out as the sound of skin clapped with each other. "I didn't—ah—daddy!!" But you just kept breeding him, fucking his boypussy.

"You're such a whore..." You muttered as you saw him cumming. But you just continue. Hitting his womb. "You're whore for your husband... My whore wife."

You paused your movements, slapping his ass to get your husband's attention. "Do you want it inside?" He replied with a nod. With his consent, you thrust yourself into him a few more before unloading your load into him, his womb. That very womb that missed your cock for so long...

You pulled out your cock which was still hard and oozing some cum. Your husband's pussy was full, you sat in front of him. As your dick's shadow capture his face, your husband's dazed face looked at your standing length. "C'mon, be a good wife and clean me up, okay? I'll breed you again later."

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I think this is more of rough sex. But I hope you still enjoyed this, and thank you for the Anon who requested this.

#top male reader #top reader #bottom character #male reader #x male reader #dom reader #dom male reader

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bitin-and-barkin · 10 months ago

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STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up

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c4toru · 2 months ago

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thinking about milking nanami ^.^

his head is tilted back, his cute ole glasses are all fogged up, as his eyes roll to the back of his head. you’re ovulating, so what better option is there than milking your precious husband for all he’s worth !!— you continue to rock your hips viciously into his lap, “p-please ken, fuuuck, give it to me,” you plead so desperately, as the words pour out your spit glossed lips.

“m’close h-hah..fuck, t’s all yours sweetheart,” he whimpers, he’s gripping your wild hips oh so tightly as he slowly looks down at you with feverish cheeks. how could he deny you? his pretty wife, bouncing in his lap, creaming all over his dainty cock as his eyes are hazed, eyebrows in a deep furrow while his mouth hangs open, taking heavy breaths. “n-ngh, this filthy pussy is so- hah, tighttt- hngh”

your hands are on his chest, nails digging into him while you lift your thick n plump thighs up and down, stretching yourself out on his heavy cock. “m’gonna cuumm- nngh, cum with me k-kento, i wan’ it allllll inside.” you’re so fucked out, your sloppy cunt is doing all the talking for you. plap plap plap

“y-yeah?— oh fuuck.. m’gonna give it to you, ‘kay? gonna give this creamy— ngh shiiit — pussy what she wants,” he slurs blissfully, hand gripping your hips roughly while the other is reaching to grip onto the creaking headboard behind his head. a few streaks of blonde hair scatter his sweaty forehead, bottom lip tucked in between his teeth as he bucks his hips upwards n into you. “i’m— m’gonna cum shiiit, take it- take it— hah, milk your husbands cock.”

“fuck- fuckkk.. m’cumminggg p-please!” you squeal, slamming your sloshing cunt down onto him. his leaky tip pounding against your cervix as you’re gushing all over his achy cock, dwelling in the euphoric feeling of him filling up your sopping walls.. spurt after spurt, just using him for your own pleasure. your hips twitching due to overstimulation, both of you struggling to catch your breath.

“such a filthy little thing, aren’t you? ..h-hah” he huffs out, his hips stuttering as he attempts to grind himself further up into you. he swears he only closed his eyes for a millisecond.. but you’re already swaying yourself back n forth onto his cock for the nth time. “wait m’sensitive pl— mmmf,” he pleads, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. your hand sneakily moves from his chest to his soft lips, covering his mouth, pushing his head against the silk sheets, quickening your pace. only thing being heard throughout the room is the rich melody of your cunt squelching n splitting yourself open on his cock.

“mngh- heh.. just one more for me ken. please..?” you whine, serving him a sweet pout. he groans as he raises his head, glasses sitting messily on the bridge of his broad nose. he looks deeper into your eyes, slowly nodding, accepting defeat.

oh it’s so over for him ..

a/n : first post hii :D ; not proofread lol

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n1ght0f-nyx · 8 months ago

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giving him a fast and rough handjob that lasts what feels like several hours, he lays on the bed, his thighs squirming and clenching as you bully his sticky cock, he has cum a bazillion times, cum pooling at his thighs and stomach "oh god.. please mommy..i need more...d-d-dont stop!!" he begs and pleads, and you cant help but grin "don't worry babyboy...i wasn't planning on it~"

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qi-rong-husband · 4 days ago

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. 。・゜✭・Hello my freaks・✫゜・。.

Guess who's back from hell! these are my head cannons on jjk men (obviously top male reader, bottom jjk men) sorry if it's shit its been a while.

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Gojo Satoru

This man is gorgeous and no one can tell me otherwise that he would not be into cross-dressing this man could pull it off

imagine him in an all pink set of lingerie maybe red would be nice

definitely into praise but he must be used to that so degrading him would be amazing

imagine pulling his hair as he scrunching up his face when you fuck him nicely

back to degrading Gojo, he would be surprised that someone would even call him a slut he will never admit it but he likes it

loves sex toys especial his pink vibrator with the gems on it!

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SUKUNA

let's be real this man would rather die then be a bottom but just let me dream

PRAISE this man lives on it might get off at the sweet nothings you say to him

unlike gojo he would not wear lingerie unless you really want him too

since he really isn't one to wear lingerie he would be completely nude like imagine if you were busy with work he will walk into your room completely nude just to get your attention~♡

overstimulation he is into that, he is a king after all and kings need to stop thinking so please rimming is welcomed

sorry that's all guys I ran out of motivation I do have more ideas maybe do geto and itadori next! sorry if it was shit too, anyway have a good day or night

#dom reader #dom male reader #sub character #seme male reader #sub sukuna

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pyrodolls · 1 year ago

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SUPERFAN! YANDERE BOY X POPSTAR! READER

WARNINGS: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (he’s very pathetic and perverted, it’s giving “step on me” energy.) gender neutral reader

A/N: heyyyyy guess who isn’t dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just haven’t been posting. but i’m hereeeee lol. here’s a random yandere oc post, sorry it’s not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)

part two here!

superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.

superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.

superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didn’t manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.

superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.

superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.

superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.

superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-

superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.

superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.

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