#dom thirst

[mmorw]

I NEED TO CONFESS 😣

I couldn't stop thinking about needy subs like, just imagine you're enjoying your day and all of a sudden the character just starts bugging you abt how you "don't pay attention to them enough" and that you're being too mean to them. And you ignore them cuz you don't care right? And then you look to see them crying and clutching your pants right? Right???? Clearly they just need something stuffed down their throat

PLEASE JUST HEAR ME OUT ABT THIS I'M NOT WEIRD😭😭

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NA IT'S FINE BUT,, THIS IS LITERALLY ASAHINA...

⸻ content warning: smut. blowjob. public sex-teasing. deepthroat. cum eating. stalking. face fucking. cock worship.

Asahina is needy creep. A total fucking stalker, needy for your attention if that leads him to commit grossness so that even a quick glance from you makes him startle excited.

He always thinks about you, waking and sleeping, just too lost in your sweet smile and relaxed eyes in his gaze, thinking what, after a minimal conversation between the two of you he already thinks what you two will fuck the next time you see each other like total animals.

And yes, you guys do.

He wouldn't bother you enough at work, a balance between yes and no because he likes the way you ask him nicely to let you do your work on the computer while he's bent over in the seat next to you.

he takes the afternoon shifts because he knows you're the last one left organizing the papers, promising not to bother you to get your work done faster, go home and sleep. But in the middle of the night, with the dim lights on and his face flushed, struggling to undo your belt, it's worth staying a while longer.

"I'll be good- I promise," he cooed desperately, his trembling hands unbuckling your leather belt as nervous drops trickled down his flushed face, his throat swallowing dryly once he thought about what you two were going to do. "p-please, I won't bother you again!"

"will it be that one day you will shut up?" you growled boredly, tugging at his hair once you looked sideways at him, his trembling fingers trailing down the corner of your boxer shorts, only to smack his forehead with your hard fat cock gushing pre cum. "go on, get this over with before the janitor arrives."

Akio's eyes widened, the light smudges running down his forehead made his heart beat harder, his backside tenderly tilted back, the fat, refined mass of him in an attempt to provoke you; but you knew Asahina's games, enough not to fall for them again.

his lips quivered for a moment, licking his corner to get closer to your skin slowly, kissing the budding tip of your cock before using his tongue to flick down the excess skin of your glans, taking your cock into his mouth just to taste your sensitive pink tip.

a soft growl came down your throat, your eyes watching Asahina's actions carefully and using your hand to guide him deeper. The businessman's large hands tightened on your thighs, not having to tell him twice before taking you all the way straight down his tight throat, kissing all the way down to the depths of your cock and rubbing your pubic hairs.

You gasped expectantly, not letting him gain the mastery to raise your hips harder, your hand forcing his head to take more and more of you, over and over again as you listened to his light splashes, broken sobs and saliva dripping from his chin to the floor. addicted to giving you as much satisfaction as possible, he loves you too much!

there would be no other why about it, Asahina was definitely a whore for you and your... incredible warmth of life. Just the thought of your cock destroying his cunt made him gasp with pleasure, his own cock twitching with pleasure as his walls clenching in need.

“that's it.” you sigh in satisfaction. “good boy, milking my cock like it was the last one on earth. what a whore.”

Asahina nodded at your insult, his eyes looking at you hopefully with light hearts covering his vision, his mind too corrupted to do or say anything more than how much he loves you, too blinded to be able to think of anything more than a relationship of buddies with rights than to even be a same partner of his own.

“you want m' cum, Akio?” you murmured, his mouth swallowing every bit without even stopping even though he was choking, his trembling hands spreading your legs wider to reach your core, his tongue flicking down from his full cavity so that his hot breath made your skin tremble softly.

At his lack of response, you leaned forward, forcing your body over him only to go and grab his ass tightly, causing a squeal to escape his lips as his throat filled with you, unable to pull away. His eyes rolled back, it became impossible for him to exhale through his nose and his body arched in excitement, your hand squeezing his plump ass like a loaf of bread as you grinned from ear to ear.

He endured no more than ten seconds before he pulled away from your cock, his body jerking back in surprise once he fell back on his ass, his legs as wide open as the protruding bulge of his cock, his nipples hard and his shirt soaked with sweat, too stunned to say more than words.

You looked at him expectantly, the cold hitting your still erect and throbbing cock, your balls trying their best to hold off premature ejaculation, waiting for some response from the man.

“Akio.” you called, your fingers wrapped tenderly around the shaft of your cock, looking up at him with a half-smirk. His eyes widened as he remembered what he was accomplishing, trying to crawl towards you before he was interrupted by your hand in front of him, blocking his path. “you would have held out a little longer and you could have earned a good load of my cum.”

A mock sad sigh escaped from you, again. catching the downcast and surprised look of the poor man beneath you.

“too bad you can't take it anymore, I guess I'll have to ask the cute boy Kurai for help...” light gasps of sobbing shapes escaped his lips, approaching you carefully to watch you with those big, sweet eyes, almost dropping tears of regret.

“n-no!” he gasped, one hand resting on your knee while the other went to your inner thigh. “s-sir please, If I've missed the opportunity to taste your cum in my d-disgusting mouth... let me feel you inside me then— please! ”

your heart gave a soft tug once his hands went desperately down to his pants, his flushed face seeking to lure you one way or another to fill it, be it from above or behind him.

And yes, you were right. Asahina Akio was a needy creep.

[aut-sad-istic]

hop bunny hop...

[demovamp]

thinking about using a pretty boy until he's shaking and crying. the tiniest touch making him whine. he's still so eager to please you, though. he still gets on his knees and presses his face into your thigh. he looks up at you with pleading eyes and lets out the weakest, moth pathetic "please?"

he's been so good. why not let him indulge?

you spread your legs before him. "go on. you've earned it." you say, watching as his face lights up with pure happiness. he wastes no time grabbing your thighs and burying his face between your legs.

you are his favorite meal, after all.

keigo takami, natsuo todoroki, tomura shigaraki | gojo satoru, choso kamo | ryunosuke akutagawa, osamu dazai, atsushi nakajima, rampo edogawa | + your favs !!

[yuanology]

m!reader fingering afab!geto while being 100% aware gojo's watching through the crack of the door so he decides to show gojo how sensitive his friend is and geto ends up squirting?? (lowkey embarrassed i wrote this, but yknow ignore it if you want😅)

what the Fuck .

gojo satoru was not a virtuous man. far from it, in fact. as a self-made god, satoru existed on a plane far above morality and whatever other human concept was created to define right and wrong. within infinity and the insurmountable power residing in it, there was only the man who wielded it and the humanity confining it.

even so, satoru still knew deep within his heart—the trembling, still beating thing residing underneath the constricts of his ribs—that he should not be doing this; that he should not be staying.

but satoru was not a virtuous man, and so he stayed.

because there, past the thin crack of the door, was his best friend—the same one he had known from childhood, the same one who had walked with him through the ins and outs of darkness—with his clothes stripped clean, thrown messily around the room, both of his feet planted flat on the bed, and his back arching off the mattress in a pleasured arch. between his legs, slick and heavy with evidence of his own debauchery, stood you—fully dressed, only the first two buttons of your collar open.

satoru knew of you. it was impossible not to. you were older than the both of them. when they were freshly entering their first year, you'd already matured where you existed in your third one. satoru himself had barely spared you a glance but in retrospect, he did remember suguru mentioning once or twice that he was training with you on the side.

fuck, satoru thought, dazed. if he had known this was what 'training' involved, he would have listened a bit better on what suguru had to say about you.

because you were holding his thighs apart, well-practiced fingers relentlessly pushing past suguru's slick folds, producing the loudest squelching noises. satoru couldn't see very well from this angle, but he could hear the sounds his best friend was making; fucked up and high-pitched, whiney in a way satoru had never heard him speak before.

suguru cried out your name, breathless and panting. "please," he was begging you, sounding close to tears. "please, no more."

you leaned in, mouth brushing over suguru's chest as you whispered your response. satoru couldn't hear you, even as his ears strained to catch a wisp of your words. but whatever it was, it must not be good because suguru is letting out a loud whine, one the turned into the strangled beginnings of a scream when satoru noticed that you had begun to pick up pace.

oh my god.

just as satoru took the first hesitant half step backwards, swaying in place, he hears your drawled out voice—cutting, brave, unyielding.

"now, where do you think you're going, satoru?"

satoru stiffened, and he realised that he wasn't the only one. suguru did, too—his body locking up as a new flush crawled across his skin. satoru had half the mind to apologise to his best friend in his head, a chant of i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msuchashittyfriend looping in his head as if it could forgive him for not only being a pervert, but also for intruding on his best friend's secret.

satoru cleared his throat. he wanted to make an excuse, to apologise, but all that could tumble out of his throat was a hoarse, "um."

suguru let out a high whine at the sound of satoru's voice, as if he was spurred on by his audience. his back arched, his mouth parting as a deep sound escaped him. satoru watched, mesmerised, as the muscle on suguru's body rippled at the motion, your hands never once faltering in its ministrations.

"come here for a minute, satoru." your voice was calm, collected and almost clinical. as if you didn't practically have your entire fist buried in between suguru's slick folds, your thumb nudging at where satoru guessed must be suguru's clit if suguru's high pitched whimpers were anything to go by. "i need your opinion on something."

satoru swallowed thickly as he was drawn into the room, his motions dumb as if he was a mere puppet on your string. as he moved closer, he realised that there was more to the scene that he couldn't earlier see from his post by the door.

suguru's cunt was fucking drooling, slick dripping all over the place as his hips canted in the air as if to escape and to move closer to the pleasure. his hole would no doubt he gaping if you pulled your hand out, hungry for more. your thumb covered his clit wholly, rubbing at it mercilessly.

satoru felt himself twitching in his pants, throat working around the words stuck in his lungs.

"what do you need?" satoru asked, his voice wrecked. he would be embarrassed by it if it wasn't promptly drowned out by the sound of suguru's choked out noises.

without thinking, satoru moved a hand to rest on suguru's thigh, at the sight of his best friend in distress. he didn't realise what a great mistake it was until suguru did a full body shudder, a ragged gasp leaving him. satoru couldn't fucking breathe.

clearly, you didn't share the same sentiment because you were speaking again. "suguru wants me to stop, but i personally think he can come one more time," you said casually, as if this was a common conversation to have with just about anyone.

suguru let out a weak whimper, pathetic and desperate in a way satoru never knew him to be, at the sound of your words. you must have been trying to convince him about this for a while then.

stiffly, satoru nodded, not quite knowing how to react. "okay," he said dumbly.

he wasn't looking at you, too entranced by the sight of suguru with his legs spread wide open and his messy cunt being on full display, but he could hear the smile in your voice when you said, "well, what do you think? can he come one more time?"

satoru opened his mouth, a half-baked answer on the tip of his tongue, when he was interrupted by the sound of suguru's babbling.

"no. no, please. no more." there were tears in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks prettily, satoru noticed. suguru looked a mess, his hair a halo around his head and his hips lifted in the air as if he was nothing more than a cheap whore. satoru thought he was beautiful. "please. i can't. don't make me. please, please, please, pl—"

his words promptly turned into a loud scream, half-pained and half-pleasured, and satoru's head whipped around to look at the source of it. he swallowed thickly when his eyes dropped from suguru's face to his engorged clit, where your thumb was no longer rubbing at but rather, your earlier free hand was now gently tugging at the hood over it.

holy shit, satoru thought, his head spinning. because he just watched you pinch suguru's clit. you pinched suguru's clit. judging from the nonchalance of your gesture and the way suguru didn't try to fight back, instead canting his hips higher, this was something that you did often.

satoru was going to die. holy shit.

"shh, suguru," you reprimanded, silencing suguru's desperate sobs with a gentle pat to his thigh. suguru sniffled, but he stopped letting out those depressing sounds. "it's not you i'm talking to."

suddenly reminded that he owed you the debt of an answer, he blurted out an answer before he could think twice. "he can," satoru replied. "he's an overachiever, the dumbass. he can come another time."

suguru let out a loud sob at his answer, one that sounded a lot like betrayal.

satoru couldn't properly apologise to him, though, because your lips were curling into a sharp grin, looking like a cat who caught the canary, and satoru couldn't help but think that maybe, he was just in as big of a trouble as suguru was. maybe, with his answer, satoru had condemned not just his best friend, but himself as well.

you pulled your hand out of suguru with a lewd squelch, one that made satoru flush all the way to the roots of his hair—and oh god, he hadn't even realised he could burn up even more—and the way that suguru whimpered, both devastated and relieved by the loss, wasn't helping.

you took a step backwards, letting suguru's body drop onto the mattress. you gestured towards the now empty space between suguru's thighs. "on your knees, satoru. hands behind your back."

satoru couldn't do anything but comply. he dropped to his knees, his hands behind his back and his eyes now at level with suguru's fucked out cunt. holy shit. suguru was twitching, his pretty clit engorged and swollen from the earlier abuse and fucking pierced apparently. satoru exhaled sharply at the sight, his breath fanning across suguru's folds, and earning himself a short, aborted whine from suguru. oh my god.

satoru almost flinched when he felt your hand card through his hair, tangling your fingers into the strands as he guided your face closer to suguru's gushing pussy. "go on," you ordered him, your voice gentled by the sound of melodious laughter. "eat him."

thank you for the meal, satoru thought dazedly as his face was guided closer and closer, until he was buried in suguru's cunt and lapping up the taste of his best friend.

the response was immediate—suguru's thighs started quivering on either side of satoru's head, moving to rest on satoru's shoulders and pulling him in as if to suffocate him. satoru didn't mind, taking that as an unspoken order to start eating his best friend out like his life depended on it.

he didn't bother with hesitating or testing the waters. he licked a broad strip up the length of suguru's cunt, dipping in between his folds to gather the slick there at the centre of his tongue. satoru moaned at the taste, and he was immediately greeted by the feeling of suguru's walls squeezing around him as suguru met him with his own weak whimper.

"suguru's already sensitive." that was you again. there was notable amusement in your voice. "want me to help you make him come faster?"

satoru should say no. he wanted to stay buried in suguru's cunt forever, eating his best friend out until he was shaking all over the place. he wanted to make his best friend feel so good that he stopped being satoru's suguru and instead started becoming your suguru with satoru instead.

but he could hear his best friend's pleas even above the sound of his pounding heartbeat, the sound of suguru's suffering, and he couldn't let this keep going for much longer.

he nodded, the bridge of his nose bumping over suguru's clit in the process. suguru's thighs squeezed around him, a whimper escaping, and satoru quickly drew circles on suguru's hips in apology.

you, on the other hand, didn't seem to have the same courtesy as you told him, "suck on his clit, then open your jaw wide."

satoru obeyed even though he didn't really understand why you were telling him to do that, knowing that you likely understood suguru's body more than he did in this matter.

he pursed his lips around suguru's clit, sucking on it firmly, before he let his jaw drop open.

oh.

oh, holy fuck.

because suguru was squirting directly into his mouth, making a mess out of the lower side of his face, and satoru could only kneel there, his mouth wide open as he swallowed all of his best friend's slick juices. his head was light, and he couldn't breathe—both from the suffocation and the fact that geto suguru, his best friend, his one and only, just fucking squirted into his mouth.

when suguru finally let him free, thighs unlocking from around his head and limply falling onto the edge of the bed. satoru leaned back, unable to process what just happened, when he heard you speak again.

"don't forget your manners, suguru."

it was quiet for a moment, then he heard the small, almost shy, voice of his best friend. "thank you, satoru," suguru mumbled.

"you're welcome," satoru replied, his voice sounding fucked over. he couldn't correct himself just yet, though, his head still reeling.

he was still on his knees as he watched you rearrange suguru on the bed, peppering soft kisses onto his face and his collarbone and his chest in stark contrast to the way you had treated him earlier. there was the lull of soft conversation passing between the both of you, one that satoru didn't try being a voyeur of.

he was content with just kneeling there, his head filled with cotton and static. he didn't even bother with touching himself, still too entranced by the feeling of this all happening.

finally, your footsteps drew close to him. he tilted his head as he watched you approach him. you cupped his chin, tilting his head back to meet your gaze.

"messy," you noted, but the corners of your mouth were quirked into a smile. "but suguru's always been messy." satoru didn't have any response to that, so he simply nodded stupidly. somehow, that must be the right answer because you laughed.

you took a step back, taking a seat onto the edge of the bed. satoru's eyes tracked your movement almost curiously. he frowned when you patted your lap, as if you were expecting something from him.

"over my knee," you said. "i think fifteen should do. usually, i'd give more, but i'm assuming you're new to the scene, hm? don't forget to count."

satoru blinked dumbly. he stayed rooted on his knees. "what?" he asked hoarsely.

you raised a brow at him. "oh, satoru," you said, your voice placating. "did you really think that i was going to let you go unpunished just like that? over my knee. fifteen spanks and i want you to count."

when he still did nothing, your gaze darkened and your voice grew firm. "now, satoru."

oh, satoru thought smartly.

swallowing thickly, he moved to comply.

[uplatterme]

Imagine Idol Aether where you fuck him backstage but you don’t let him cum so he just has to perform horny🤫

Also can I be 🦷 anon

—idol!aether/manager!reader, sub!aether/dom!reader | edging, mentions of exhibitionism | reader has a dick and penetrates, gets called sir

aether continues to pant, his body hugging yours.

his poofy white shorts lowered to his thighs, cum leaking from both of you.

his music continues to play from the stage, loud enough to be heard here in his dressing room.

“please.” he breathes.

he feels your hand caressing his back, the soft touch just making it unbearable. he wants to cry so badly, he needs it and you weren’t giving it to him.

“no tears. it’s too late to get your makeup retouched.” you warned.

“y-yes, sir.”

each thrust pleasurable but agonizing, but he’d rather have this than nothing.

“you like it, don’t you? hearing your fans excitedly cheer for you…meanwhile, you’re here getting dicked down by your manager.”

the idol hides his face on your shoulder.

“c-can’t help it…you make me feel so good.”

you bend him on his table, the mirror facing him as he gets pounded.

“i bet you’d love to be fucked on stage, hm?”

he doesn’t know how to answer to that. it was a thought that’s crossed his mind before, he doesn’t dare to lie.

the urge to pull on his golden locks was high but you decided against it, not wanting to ruin his hair.

besides, you were already ruining his bottom half.

“you just adore attention, don’t you? you think those fans of yours can’t see under your shorts whenever you dance?”

“you made me wear it…” he argued, his lips trembling from keeping every sound in his chest.

no moaning or screaming, you said. it’ll ruin his voice, you said.

and yet here you were dicking him down ruthlessly as if that won’t affect his dancing. he bites the bottom of his lips, his thighs are already shaking on their own.

“you act like i forced you into this. i gave you options, didn’t i? but you still chose this one.”

aether lets out a soft grunt as he feels your movements directly hitting that spot.

the idol looked drunk, he wanted to grip on something but he could do nothing but close his fists on top of the table.

“what is it? you want to show off to your fans that bad? or is it because that one boy group you like is attending today’s concert?”

aether shakes his head. “ngh…no. only you, i promise.”

a knock comes from the door. one of the staff reminding them that they had to go in five.

“good. after all, a pure and sweet idol should stay loyal to the one he loves. isn’t that right?”

“y-yes!” he yelps, feeling his stomach warming up with your cum.

once you pull out, he already feels his shorts getting fixed without even wiping the stains or cleaning him up first.

he’ll try his best to keep it in, just like as usual.

he can’t wait to finish this concert and just get dumbed down without any worries.

each step has him quivering despite his shoes being short-heeled, cum slowly leaking out of his briefs whenever his body shifts wrongly. each nerve of his body wanting to just pounce on you and cancel this event.

“do a good job.” you say.

aether smiles at you, an idol’s perfect smile. “you know i will.”

you chuckle, unable to resist messing his hair up now by patting his head.

“i’ll make sure to reward you good afterwards.”

…

a blush creeps up on aether’s face just imagining it.

he has got to stop you with all this teasing.

[spookyxcupid]

imagine amajiki being into his hair being pulled. what started out as a way to get his attention if he was distracted turned into a full on kink as whenever you two were having sex, he begged to have his hair pulled. amajiki’s eyes were overflowing with tears, he let out breathless moans every time you bottomed out, your pace unforgiving and quick. “a-ah— you feel so hot, please don’t- hah, stop! fuck me harder!” amajiki swore he saw stars when you firmly grabbed onto his indigo locks and yanked them to make him look at you, “you’ll take what i give you. you’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you tama?” you whispered into his pointed ear, your warm breath against his ear made his hips stutter up against your rough riding. you were an addiction that amajiki never wanted to give up, his back arched when he felt his climax coming close. “uuh! i-i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum, please let me come! pleaseplease—”

“go ahead, my good boy.”

amajiki’s toes curled as he tipped his head back with a load moan, his cock twitches and pumps rope after rope of thick cum inside you. while he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm, he rambles “i love you’s” under his breath. amajiki let out a surprised gasp when he felt your hips grind against his cock again, making him harden instantly and his brain turn into mush. “i still haven’t cum yet, baby. you’ll be a good toy for me, won’t you?” you smirked at his dumb expression, oh how he loves being used by you.

[thechaoticdruid]

AsTaRiOn Is A sUbBy BoTtOm

Hmmm......I don't believe you.

This man is always trying to pin me down.

[rene-darling]

MY- lovely tutor.

Wanderer who's recently enrolled in the Akademia due to nahidas request requires some assistance with his studies, sadly he doesn't have much money but you have the perfect solution for that.

...wanderer...

This is annoying, when Nahida enrolled him into the Akademia he didn't think the work would be this hard! Reports on top of reports on topics he hasn't even heard of!

So when you offer a helping hand he's a bit skeptical. What do you want? Why are you trying to help him?

He's not sure of your motives but he has seen and read your previous works so he is confident in your abilities as someone smart.

It starts with small, innocent little touches that get him riled up, he feels like a perv! He shouldn't be this turned on by you just leaning over from behind him and whispering an explanation of what he did wrong. He shouldn't be this riled up but just the soft touch of your hand on his waist whenever he gets upset at getting something wrong.

Your hands going up and down the side of his waist, his shirt would ride up ever so slightly as you would comfort him and reassure him that it's fine if he gets it wrong the first few times, in fact, it's normal. But he's not sure if he even heard half of that as he was too focused on your touch.

How you would look over his shoulder as he wrote something, his hands would tremble as he could feel your breath on his neck your hair would tickle the side of his ear as he would get distracted from doing his work and just focus on your breathing causing him to get his answers wrong.

He swore he felt his eyes roll back whenever he heard your slight groan in response to him getting an answer wrong, so he does just that. Getting the answers wrong again and again just to see your reaction, and when you finally get fed up and place a hand on his shoulder using the other to grab his chin and turn it towards you as you cursed at him for being a dumb whore and not knowing how to solve even the basics...

Oh, archons. He knows he should feel guilty, he knows he should stop messing with you, but when he sees that pissed-off look of yours staring daggers at him. Fuck. His thighs rub together on instinct, he can feel his panties getting stained wet. Fuck, this shouldn't turn him on..but he can't help it

When your eyes sharply look down at him he can feel a slight shudder run through him "oh what the fuck...you enjoyin this? Really? Hah- you some kind of perv wanderer??"

He shakes his head furiously denying your claim but with the way his thighs clam together the real answer is obvious. "you know, we still haven't discussed how you're gonna pay me back for these study sessions.." you would say as you eye him up and down, it seems you already have an idea for how he's gonna pay you back.

..."come on wanderer. It's easy you should know this by now." he does! He swears he does! But- it's too hard to answer while you've got him sitting on your lap all spread out as his juices leak down onto your clothed legs. It's embarrassing being the only one naked!

"ah-a-..ah hah- y/n- mhfm!!" tears leak down his flushed cheeks as I slap his ass in feigned annoyance. "y/n? That isn't the answer now is it, hm,?" he nods his head up and down but still doesn't speak. You can only sigh as your hand comes to a halt and he lets out a whine back arching as he turns his head to look at you.

Your hand still resting near where he wants it but not near enough as you trace small circles in his innermost thighs which cause him to shiver

Breathy sighs leave his trembling lips as he complains "Y-y/n...come on, what the hell.." he whines dragging out the last part, his brows furrow further as his mouth twists into a pout as you laugh, you jerk your legs causing him to rub against them "ah! Y/n! I-im- fuck. Stop" he whines, he doesn't like being teased "alright, alright.." you mumble into his ear from behind

"Only smart boys get to cum. But you haven't answered a single question wanderer," you said so sternly. Fuck that was hot. he swears he started leaking more down there. He closes his legs as he blushes harder "Ya- f-fuck I'll solve one right now..then ill prove to you I'm a smart boy..who deserves to cum.." he squeaked out the last part in shame unable to say it too loud, he was too embarrassed

He leans forward crawling off your lap with shaky legs, on all fours he tries crawling forward towards the table so he can solve a damn question and finally get fucked right.

Fuck. He feels his knees buck inwards as he topples over the table across the scattered books and papers. He bites his lip to the point of bruising it. Fuck, are you crazy?

He's sure if he looked back your face would have an amused expression on it as you had just plunged your fingers deep inside him causing him to cry out as he arched over the table as you lazily pumped your fingers he was about to say something in his broken little voice but you spoke up instead "what're you waiting for darlin? Come on, solve." ah- you were so cruel. He could feel the tears prick at his eyes some even escaping them and falling on the papers below

While biting his teeth he took a deep breath as he shakily lifted his legs a bit more straight leaning against the table for support as he shakily grabbed the pen "d-dont...ah! Won't m-move too much." he whispered quietly.

He's not sure why he thought you would listen. Well, right now he's too busy getting fucked to think anyways. Limbs spread out on the table as your fingers seemed to plunge more roughly and deeper each time. He dripped on the table all over the discarded papers some of which fell down onto the floor your name leaves his mouth like a Chant as you deny him release once more he whines, cries out to you looking back at you with rosy cheeks that are stained with tears

"please- please let me cum..fuck i-i need to cum please" his last words dragged out as he whined and cried pleading desperately for his dear sweet release. He let out a surprised gasp as you pulled him to your lap wrapping your arms around him as you lean into his ear "Darling, only smart boys get to cum." ah. He's gonna start crying more you're so mean...

He swears he hates you and that he's never gonna come back, but not even a week later he's crawling back begging for your touch.

He's a good boy so he's learned your rules by now, if he gets the answers right he gets to cum, but if not...then he's getting edged the entire night and perhaps if you're feeling generous you'll squeeze one measly release out of him

Sometimes you're feeling a bit evil and you'll make the questions harder or, you'll simply lie. When he gets the answers correct you simply lie telling him it's wrong and then fucking him stupid before he gets the chance to think that you're lying.

Oh, but he takes you so well! He might be bratty but he's your smart boy!!

He'll take whatever punishment you give him for being a dumb little boy and not getting the answers correct as long as you hold him afterwards

But as soon as he comes to his senses he'll book out of that room faster than his mother left him.

He's far too embarrassed to face you after all you've done.

He'll purposefully avoid you in class but you don't have to worry, because at the end of the day he always comes crawling back.

[zhxngii]

I need to talk about this bc of some art i saw. i know i might've mentioned this before (idk?) but omggg

 ⎯⎯ 𒁍 Having a man on his knees before you as you sit there before him in such a pretty little outfit paired with some nice heels. He sits there with pink-tinted cheeks, looking almost embarrassed as he realizes just how hard he's become while in this position, a whine coming from his throat once you give the leash a small tug, lifting his chin with the tip of your heel afterward for him to look at you.

Oh, the look in his eyes like he just wants to eat you up already, wants to follow every order you give him. Will gladly sit there through your teasing antics, might just get desperate and beg for you to give it to him already but he's enjoying it so much with how turned on he is right now.

The satisfied moan coming from his lips once you finally hover over him and sink your wet cunt onto his cock. The way he'll pant and tug at the restraints around his wrists behind his back, leaving him no choice but to just sit there and take your slow pace. How badly, terribly how he wants you to go faster, trying his utmost best to keep still and not thrust up into you because of how good you feel.

Kaeya, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, Itto, Jing Yuan, Welt Yang, Gepard, Blade, Sampo, Dan heng. + your f/os.

[specialgrades]

— thinking about . . .

men who swear up and down they’re not into you— or men for that matter. men who flirt with women as often as they can. men who drink a little too much during a night out and start grinding against you in the dimly lit club you’re in. men who’s legs feel like jelly and skin feels hot as you guide their hips against yours. men who turn to putty as you drag them outside. men who forget every bit of elegance when they’re pinned against the wall. men who weakly beg for you to fuck them right there in the decrepit alleyway. men who wake up the next morning barely being able to walk and can’t look you in the eye now. men who sport dark hickeys and bite marks from you as they attempt to flirt with another girl to distract from how good you made them feel the night prior.

VINSMOKE SANJI, spirit albarn, ryusei shido, satoru gojo, michael kaiser, josuke higashikata, warren worthington iii

[mmorw]

OK BUT BREEDING

-🫀

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

IDK BUT MAN I LOVE BREEDING— maybe I'm too horny or I just want a big family,, but it's hot dude like make your partner feel so full while your seed it's just too much and it falls from their sex it's,,,, HOT IDK 🥹

I probably have a problem with the "denying" it too,, something like, your partner strictly say to u to wear protection for their fertile days but you just came inside them without the condom,, telling them how cute they will look bearing your child while they deny sobbing...

yeah, now that I think it sounds bad. really bad tho... But hey, as long as it's with your partner's consent, that's fine..

damn now im horny 😮‍💨. someone cut off my dick pls.

[demovamp]

mmm... thinking of a pretty boy having his throat used as a fleshlight... because he kept talking and needed to be quiet... now he's just whimpering the more your dick is pushed into his throat...

cum down his throat and make him swallow it all... slowly pulling out as your leaking cock slips against his puffy lips... tear streaks on his face as he starts panting for air...

giving him a small break, but putting your dick in his mouth again once he starts trying to talk...

[karteinss]

Having gojo teach while your cum slowly drips out of his loose hole

YES YES YESS!!!!

No what if you were also a teacher? You'd pass by his outdoor class just to see how he looks after you fucked him like a rabid dog that morning, bruises and hickeys were all over his milky body. He was crying but now he was acting normal, and like his goofy self.

He was teaching as usual but you could see some of your bite marks being slightly visible as he moved around. Your claim was visible to the students as you smirk.

You were already satisfied by that but you could see how his thoughts were quivering more than usual, then—

You see it.

Your cum, trickling down from his loose hole. You could see it somewhat piling up underneath him. But fortunately, the students didn't see it..well, not yet.

You decided to make some small talk as the students busied themselves. You would smirk as you whisper to him.

“My cum is still dripping out of you..and you even let other people see it, hm?” You smirk as you fondle his ass cheeks. He let out a small moan in response, his face was already lewd as he whispered a quiet "yes".

You fondled further, teasing his clothed rim with your thumb and making him squirm and beg you to stop.

You didn't listen though as you slipped your hands inside his pants and fondled his soft ass cheeks, you went further and even inserted your finger to his wet hole.

You chuckled as you felt how loose it was and your cum was still thick and deep inside of him, you purposely try to make the cum leak further by stretching his loose hole.

“Anh..~! W-wait are you..!”

The pants made a small rip as it ripped enough to see the cum gushing out of his wet slutty rim.

Gojo's cheeks redden in embarrassment as he doesnt even want to look at you, tears were visible as he laid his head down onto your chest as he lets you do those things to him.

“Darling, the students are busy...how about we spend time with eachother, hm?” You said, your words were sweet but hold another meaning behind it.

All gojo could do was nod as you smirked at the submissive sight in front of you. “your hole is so wet and keeps clenching down on my fingers, do you want my cock hm?” You whispered into his ear as you licked his earlobe. He nodded as he whimpered right after, you could feel his slutty hole clenching onto your finger.

You're definitely going to fuck his brains out, maybe even give him a baby.

[spookyxcupid]

thinking about muzan having a free use kink. whenever you wanted to let out some steam or just have fun with the demon king in general; as long as you weren’t in front of his subordinates, you could do whatever you wanted with him, when you wanted.

if he was trying (and failing) to make the blue spider lily formula, you can walk in, make him turn to face you, and push him on the floor while unbuttoning his pants. while you’re doing that, he’ll be flustered but try to keep the facade of him only letting you do this just so you don’t bother him later on. but you and him know the real reason.

his fingers grip on your hips as you move up and down his cock, your hot walls strangling his length with every move you make. he tries to not let it show in his face how good you make him feel, how he wants more from you. his eyes cross for a moment when you wrap your hands around his throat as you ride him faster and harder than before.

he shouldn’t have feel immense pleasure from you choking him, but the pain of having little air along with the tight walls of your cunt using his cock like a toy, made him spill inside you with a pathetic moan on his tongue in less than a minute. he weezed like a dog as he bathed in the glow of his release, your hands loosened around his throat when you dropped down for the last time and came around his dick.

muzan let out a tiny whine when you slipped his cock out of your pussy, you grinned down at the demon king as he was still dumb in pleasure, his soft dick covered in your mixed orgasms. you brush his sweaty bangs away from his eyes as you kiss his forehead. “thanks a lot, honey,” you whisper as you stuff himself back in his pants, “have fun with your experiment.”

then you walked away from the room, leaving him on the floor panting and sweating. this has got to be the third time today you caught him off guard, and you continue to surprise him the next day and after.

[pastelclovds]

thinking about eddie crying against the bedsheets, his legs trembling and struggling to holding his ass up while you eat him out with so much love and hunger. meanwhile venom growls out devious fantasies inside eddie’s mind. how he wants you to ravage their hole until it is swollen and full of your cum before riding your face and making you clean your mess up. that thought alone was enough for eddie to let out a pathetic moan and make his cock twitch between his hairy thighs.

venom was about to spew out another fantasy before he and eddie let out a pleasurable gasp in unison when your fingers replaced your tongue and began to roughly thrust them in and out of their lubed hole. eddie pleads with tears in his eyes for you to let him and venom cum, venom wasn’t far from acting like slut as he fought back the urge to take control of eddie’s body in favor of riding you until he was breathless. you looked down at your boys with a loving smile before leaning down, pressed a soft kiss on eddie’s shoulder, and gave him and venom your permission to let go. they both saw the pearly gates and made a mess on your sheets. oh they were so grateful to have you in their lives.

[jesuistrestriste]

*NSFW drabble/thirst*

cw (18+): sub!art donaldson, sub!patrick zweig, gn dom!reader, dry humping (basically frottage), begging, orgasm denial/orgasm control, praise, desperation*, patrick is yearning, bossing the boys around + talking them through it <3

i can’t stop thinking about gently easing art donaldson and patrick zweig into submissive headspaces and then, as soon as they’re anticipating (needing) your touch, you tell them that the only way that they’re gonna be allowed to get relief is if they grind against each other <3

and the last thing they want to do is disappoint you, so they do it. and they love it.

art is whining and letting out pathetic moans as he bucks his hips up against patrick on top of him, wanting so desperately to get him as close as he is.

and patrick is moaning and trembling with pinched-up brows as he rocks down against art’s body and tries to chase a high that’s so close but just out of reach (the fabric of both of their boxers between them is too much to be able to feel everything properly!)

so you just look down at them and smile sweetly.

“Art, you seem like you’re closer than Patrick is.. is this true?” you whisper lowly.

“P-Probably.. oh god.. i’m so—i’m really close,” he squirms, “please, i’m so close…!”

You move your gaze to Patrick.

“you think Art is closer than you are right now?” you say to the brunette.

“yeah,” he pants, “y-yeah, he’s closer.. but i’m nearly there too.. just a little more..”

You shift your gaze back to Art’s and run a hand through his mess of blonde curls.

“Art, why don’t you go ahead and get Patrick there first, ok?” you speak firmly but gently.

“okay, i will,” he moans, “ill get him there first—“

He aggressively starts to smush his pelvis rhythmically up against patrick’s, his body writhing on the bedsheets below as he secretly begs for patrick to be ready to cum soon so he can stop feeling the hot ache that’s spreading all over..

“good boy. don’t cum until Patrick is cumming too.”

art nods.

patrick keens.

you chuckle and move to slide your hand from art’s hair to gently caress the length of patrick's back. art's back arches up from the mattress, and you shift your gaze back and forth between the two young men as patrick furiously meets art’s movements with his own.

“feel how desperate Art is to get you as close as he is? how desperate he is to finish with you?” you whisper.

patrick swallows thickly and nods, his eyes squeezed shut as the pleasurable warmth of his oncoming release starts to prickle in..

“i can feel it.. god, i wanna cum so badly,” he whispers shakily.

“Are you there right now?”

patrick’s eyes open briefly so he can nod at you before they flutter shut again and his hips jolt down over art’s stuttering form.

“i’m so close.. i need more from Art..”

“tell him.”

“Push harder against me… Harder… I need more pressure… I need you more against me…” patrick babbles and breathes out desperately into the neck of his counterpart.

the obedient blonde nods frantically and instantly shifts to push even more of himself up against his best friend’s body.

“good boy for using your words, patrick.. and art, you’re doing so well too.. just a bit longer.. patrick is nearly there,” you say softly to the two in front of you

after a few short moments of this depraved, needy humping, patrick lets out a loud moan and bites down on his bottom lip.

“God, Art, please,” he whispers, so close to the edge now that he can barely keep himself held up on his forearms. his hands are absolutely shaking.

“did you hear Patrick?” you coo with a slight smirk.

art can do nothing but gasp for air as he nods for a moment or two.

“i’m pushing as hard as i can..” he gulps and whines, tears pricking at his eyes as he assumes that patrick is asking for more pressure and ferocity from him.

“i know, baby.. just ask Patrick if he’s ready to cum,” you guide him.

art murmurs out a whimpery “mhm” before he squeezes patrick’s biceps in his hands and looks up into his eyes.

“Hngh.. Are you ready to cum?” he asks quickly and eagerly, his voice tinged with lewd desperation.

“God, yes! Please! Ahh-!” patrick shouts.

the two tremble and sweat, their bare chests rubbing against one another's as they grind their bodies as hard and as fast as they possibly can. art is desperately pawing at patrick's back now, and patrick has both of his hands gripping the small of art's back as they both release a string of loud, needy moans. even though there are thin layers of fabric preventing the two men from feeling each other skin-to-skin, both of them are equally hyperaware of the sensation of their clothed erections sliding and slotting up against each other's. It's heaven. it’s better than heaven. and it's been a long time coming.

you lean back, just enough to make sure that you can get a good view, and then you give in and say the magic words that they’ve both been waiting to hear all night:

“go on, boys.. you can finish.”

art's eyes snap open, while patrick's squeeze shut, and you watch closely as art's baby blues roll all the way to the back of his head. his jaw slacks and his hips arch up and shudder harshly against his friend's.

"I'm cumm--! AH! ANGHH-!" the blonde cries out, cutting his own warning off with the sound of his pleasure as he spills a warm, heavy load into his boxer briefs, "cumming so hard--!"

patrick's abdomen involuntarily curls in over itself as he humps art's bucking body with the shaky anguish of a man in a desert who's just found his first source of water in two days. in other words, he needs this. he needs him.

"Fuck! Fu-uuck! I'm cumming -- AH-! Hah, haah--!" patrick sobs, his fingers digging into arts soft, toned flesh as the heat of his sticky release floods his boxer shorts, "Art!"

The involuntary calling-out of his best friend's name surprises not only both you and the best friend in question, but also patrick. he didn't mean to, but when he felt the warmth of art's release seep out and stick to his thighs, he couldn't hold it anymore.

you're completely entranced by the obedience and sheer obscenity of the two trembling bodies in front of you, so you're unsure if they've been cumming for two minutes or two hours, but it doesn't really matter. they're gorgeously good listeners, and even better submissives. you'd definitely play with them again, as long as they were up for it. and you knew they would be.

you watch as patrick collapses on top of art in a flushed, limp heap, holding him close as both of their bodies tremble and jerk softly every so often with the aftershocks of their orgasms.

they're both pleasantly surprised when they each feel one of your hands carding your fingers through their heads of hair. their eyes are closed, and they can hardly breathe as they pant, but they are aware of this act of kindness from you. they'll take anything you give them. both of them practically start to purr.

"Breathe, boys, breathe.." you whisper lowly, stroking a soft hand over each head of messy locks.

they do as they're told, trying their best to take deep, slow breaths in and out as the fuzziness in their brains starts to dissipate as the seconds go by.

"Felt good?"

art nods slowly but insistently, while patrick mumbles out a slurred confirmation.

"it felt amazing."

"God, it was really.. that was really good..." art sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, his arms still limply draped over patrick's shoulders.

you nod, removing your touch from them to press a kiss to the nape of patrick's neck and then a kiss to art's forehead.

"I'm gonna take care of you guys now, ok?"

they nod and grunt softly, but make no attempt to sit up or pry themselves off of each other. this was going to be a long night.

notes; heyyy hehe. just wanted to write up a quick little drabble while i'm working on the two longer fics, and i NEEDED to get sub!art + sub!patrick out of my head. they were rotting in there. ps. srry this probs isn’t my best work, i started writing it at like 4 am last night lmao.

also i love writing orgasm denial and then making the reader just be like

dividers from: @benkeibear