#it needs to be a cup with a handle please

[smutmind]

Size queen Tzuyu x bwc smut please~ ^^

The trainee dorm was still and humid, heavy with the scent of warm skin and faint cherry lotion.

Tzuyu sat curled on Jace’s bed, knees tucked under an oversized hoodie. Her long legs were bare, skin smooth and pale in the dim light. Eighteen and fresh-faced, her innocence drew attention even in a dorm full of beautiful girls.

Across from her, Jace sprawled against the wall, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips. Twenty-one, half-American, half-Korean — tall and built, with a confidence that made every girl glance twice. His eyes stayed locked on her.

"You keep saying you love me," he murmured, voice like smoke. "But I wonder, baby... how far would you really go for me?"

Tzuyu blinked, heart quickening. "I do love you."

A crooked grin tugged his lips. "Then show me."

She frowned softly. "Show you... how?"

Jace leaned forward, spreading his legs wider. His thick cock pressed hard against the fabric of his sweats, impossible to miss.

"You can start by taking care of this."

Color flooded Tzuyu’s cheeks. "I... I-I’ve never done that..."

His grin deepened. "That’s exactly why it should be with me. Someone you trust. Someone who’ll teach you how to please a man."

Her thighs pressed together instinctively. "I’m... not ready for that..."

Jace stood slowly, towering over her. One strong hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face up to his.

"You love me, don’t you?" His voice dropped lower, coaxing and dark. "You want to keep me?"

Tzuyu’s breath caught. "I... yes."

"Then be a good girl. Just for me. Come here."

Her body trembled with hesitation. This wasn’t how she imagined her first time... but she couldn’t lose him. Not Jace.

"I... okay..."

"That’s my girl."

He shoved his sweats down in one motion.

Tzuyu’s breath caught. His cock swung free — thick, veined, easily the biggest she’d ever seen, even in pictures.

"It won’t fit..." she whispered, eyes wide.

"It will," he chuckled. "And that pretty mouth of yours is about to learn how good it tastes."

Jace sat back on the bed, legs spread. He stroked the fat shaft lazily.

"Come on, baby. On your knees."

Tzuyu knelt between his thighs, heart racing. Her fingers trembled as she reached for him.

"Open up," he ordered, guiding the swollen head to her lips.

She parted them shyly, soft gasp escaping as the thick crown pushed inside.

"Fuck, that’s it. Such a good little Asian cocksucker," Jace groaned.

Tzuyu whimpered softly — mouth stretched wide already. Saliva pooled quickly as the heavy cockhead bumped her tongue.

"Take more. Deeper. I know that tiny mouth can handle it."

Jace’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her lower. She gagged softly, tears pricking her eyes, but didn’t pull away.

"Look at you... fuck, I love seeing a sweet Taiwanese girl drooling all over my cock," he growled. "So polite. So fucking obedient now."

Wet slurps filled the air as she bobbed her head, cheeks hollowing. Her shy moans vibrated around him.

"Mm—mmph—"

"Good girl. You’re making me so fucking hard."

When she started to pull off for air, Jace tightened his grip.

"Not yet. You’ll finish me later. But right now..."

He hauled her up roughly onto the bed, flipping her onto her back.

The hoodie came off. No bra — small, perfect breasts rising with each shaky breath.

Next, he tore her panties down — her pussy bare, pink and glistening with need.

"Look at that," he murmured. "Such a perfect little Asian pussy. Tightest one I’ve ever seen."

Tzuyu whimpered, thighs instinctively trying to close.

Jace pinned them open, grinning. "No hiding now."

He dipped his head between her legs — warm breath ghosting over her soaked folds.

"Mm... smells so sweet. Bet you taste even better."

His tongue flicked out, teasing her clit. Tzuyu gasped — hips jerking instantly.

"A-ahh—Jace—oh..."

"Yeah, that’s it. Let go, baby. I wanna feel you cum on my tongue."

He devoured her — tongue circling her swollen bud, fingers spreading her folds wide.

Tzuyu writhed, helpless — high, breathless moans spilling out.

"Such a sweet little slut under it all," he growled. "Can’t get enough, can you?"

"Ahh—no—ohh—"

Her back arched — body locking up as the first orgasm hit her hard.

"A-ahhh—ahhh—!"

Jace grinned, licking her through it, not stopping until she begged.

"Too much—ahh—Jace—"

"Good. Now you’re ready for this cock."

He lined up, thick head pressing to her stretched, soaked entrance.

"Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fit."

"Please... slow..." she whimpered.

"I’ll go slow... at first."

He pushed — inch by inch — stretching her impossibly wide.

Tzuyu sobbed, nails raking his back.

"Too big—ahh—feels so full—"

"Yeah? This Asian pussy was made to be stretched by my cock."

He buried himself balls-deep, groaning.

"Fuck, so tight... you’re perfect."

Slow thrusts became harder, deeper. Tzuyu couldn’t speak — only moan, legs locking around him.

"A-ahhh—ohhh—Jace—"

"You love it. Taking all of me like a good girl."

Her pussy fluttered around him, milking his cock as another orgasm ripped through her.

"Ahh—ahhh—!"

Jace grunted, pulling out.

"Now finish what you started."

He guided her back to her knees — cock slick with her juices.

"Open that mouth."

Tzuyu obeyed, lips parting.

He slid in deep — fucking her mouth hard now.

"That’s it... take it all..."

Tzuyu gagged softly but clung to his thighs, letting him use her.

"Fuck—gonna cum—take it, baby—"

He groaned deep — thick hot ropes spurting down her throat.

Tzuyu choked softly, swallowing around him.

"Good fucking girl," Jace growled, holding her down until he emptied fully.

When he finally let her go, she gasped, lips swollen and wet, eyes dazed.

"You’re perfect when you obey," he whispered.

Tzuyu blinked up at him — flushed, spent, addicted already.

"I... I’ll be better next time..." she whispered shyly.

Jace smirked. "You will. And you’ll beg for it."

[ovaryacted]

moreee about jack abbott and aftercare please 🚬🐤

─ Jack Abbot x fem! reader || WC: 1.1k

CW: Mentions of past smut. Soft dom! Jack Abbot. Post-coitus aftercare. Subspace if you squint. Loving affection. Use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, kid). Mentions of Jack Abbot's leg stump. Jack Abbot being the best partner ever.

I meant to post this the other day but I waited a little bit. I absolutely LOVE how you're using the duck emoji combos, please keep using it! (even though that's a chick, I'm sure, but idgaf!). But yes god I think Jack would be soooo good with aftercare no matter what he does. He definitely gives me pleasure dom vibes, he gets off on your pleasure, and really knows how to drag it out and give you a run for your money. This also turned into an analysis of aftercare on both ends, because Jack deserves to know he's being cared for & loved too.

He's the kinda man that will give you exactly what you need, the right pressure, the right force, the right touch. Thing is, he's consistent, patient, steady...he keeps you close to him and talks you through your climaxes every single time, and yes he always tends to give you more than one orgasm if your body can handle it. That becomes a standard in your relationship very early on, and he won’t let you take anything less than that. Whether it be from his mouth, his fingers, his cock, or even your toys, you always come first, and he'll fill you up in any way you need and ask.

As for the aftercare, Jack grounds you, brings you back down to Earth after turning your mind and body to mush. His large hands caress over your shaking legs, rubbing into your skin and skimming over the new bruises and marks that will bloom in the morning. He doesn't pull out just yet, he keeps himself inside your cunt until your body is done flexing around him, until you’re finally relaxed enough for him to give your body a proper break. He hovers over you, gently kissing your jaw and cheek, lightly pecking the corner of your mouth as he wraps his big arms around you and keeps you close.

"Cmon, sweetheart. Come back to me, I'm right here."

He's so good, so patient. Jack watches your face carefully for any signs of discomfort, attentive to the way your eyes are still rolling to the back of your head. He cups your hand to rub his thumb over your jaw in a swiping motion, brushing your hair out of your sweaty face. You lean into the touch, humming lowly as you swim through the residual high of your climaxes, your body melting into the mattress, trying to steady your breathing through your nose with every pass of Jack's hands on your cheekbone.

"Don't fall asleep on me just yet, baby. Need to get you cleaned up."

A whine punches out of you then, limp legs wrapping tighter around Jack's waist in defiance. He knows you can fall asleep like this, with his cock still nestled inside you. You actually prefer it sometimes, but he knows how uncomfortable you'll be if you were sticky and covered with sweat. 

"You gotta let me go so we can head to bed. C'mon, kid. The sooner you let me pull out, the faster you'll be asleep, yeah?"

You reluctantly peel your legs off of him, reciprocating his soft kiss and whimpering when Jack moves to pull his softening cock out of you, sighing in relief from the change in pressure. He doesn't mention how his spend dribbles out of you, your slick walls flexing to keep most of it inside.

Sometimes if you really don't have the energy to move or get up, he'll use the wipes specifically for your post-coitus sessions in the bedside drawer and clean you up that way, carefully making sure your lower body was all taken care of.

Other times, he'll bring you to your feet and guide you over to the bathroom and use a crutch to keep himself steady, letting you pee while he starts the shower at the temperature you liked. Jack will join you under the warm spray, running his hands over your body with reverent affection and starts rinsing you off, using the calming lavender body wash to put you at ease. You don't mind him sitting on the built-in shower stool, laughing at the ticklish sensation of his hands rubbing down your waist and your twitching legs. With some of the remaining energy you had left, you also rinse Jack off with your body wash, running your hands through his hair and washing his scalp for the night, making sure he’s all cleaned up just like you.

Afterwards, you help each other wind down for the night, Jack sitting on the toilet seat and massaging body oil and lotion into your sore limbs, making sure to really knead into your body and release any knots and remaining tension. He doesn't miss an inch of skin, moisturizing your thighs, breasts, your back, and down your arms. Jack dresses you in one of his baggy t-shirts, not bothering to bring you panties, figuring it would be more comfortable to just let your body breathe with no restricting material.

He throws on some boxers after you mimic his previous action and moisturize his body, placing light kisses here and there, giggling to yourself in between every smooch. You also help massage Jack’s stump if he absolutely needs it, putting whatever necessary skin care he used to protect the skin where it was the most sensitive. You’ll do it with a smile and without question, and his kiss after you’re done is all the thanks you needed to hear from him.

If you were hungry, he'd whip you a snack to eat really quick before you went to sleep for either the full night or just a nap. But if all you wanted to do was close your eyes, he'd simply tell you to brush your teeth as he gets the bed all prepped for you. You flop into the mattress, now with clean fresh sheets thanks to Jack changing them. Your eyes flutter closed instantly, bringing the covers up to your waist and sleeping on your stomach, digging your face into your pillow.

You only mumble a curt "love you" before you doze off, your breathing even and deep as you go to the land of dreams. And Jack? He smiles in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom, kissing your forehead and your nose, whispering those three words back to you, silently hoping they would follow you wherever your happy place was. He stays up a little longer just looking at you, admiring you, thanking whatever prayer he said to have you in his life. He brings you into his arms and positions your head against his chest, feeling you nuzzle closer into him and chase his warmth.

He falls asleep like that with your body against his, cradling the back of your neck and caressing your nape over and over again. With one more kiss to your temple, he breathes you in, answering the call of sleep and keeping in mind to make breakfast for you in the morning.

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[eliasoir]

୭౿ A REAL MAN ⠀── J. SUNGCHAN !⠀

【 𝖨𝖭 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 】 ⏖ 𝓈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 . . .

⏜💬. 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 ﹙ 𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨 𝟣𝟪+ ﹚ ⠀◞ ◟ 𝗯𝗳!𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘅 𝓯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ! 𓂃 𝖻𝖾𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 ／ 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝒻. 𝗋𝖾𝖼 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 . 𝘄𝓬 𝟢.𝟧𝗄

★ 𝓑𝖫𝖮𝖶𝖠𝗞𝗶𝗦𝗦 !

“they never once ate you out?” sungchan asks, voice low, almost disbelieving. not that he particularly enjoyed talking about your exes, but the thought just didn’t make sense to him. his brows were furrowed, jaw tense, like the idea actually pissed him off.

you laugh, a little shy but still honest. “i mean…not really. it was always about them. i just didn’t ask.”

his eyes flicker, with what, you’re not sure. but he’s already kneeling between your thighs, hands gentle as he helps you out of your underwear like you’re made of glass. like you deserve to be handled with care, unwrapped slow.

“you shouldn’t have to ask,” he murmurs, pressing slow kisses up your legs. “they should’ve wanted to.”

you were already flushed, back sinking into the sheets as his hands guide you open, gazing at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful. in his mind, he hasn’t.

“i’m not like them,” he says softly, dragging his lips over your skin until he’s breathing against your pussy. “i take care of what’s mine.”

and with that, his tongue dips between your folds. slow and warm. he groans into like he’s the one being touched, like tasting you is the best thing he’s ever been allowed to do. he doesn’t rush either. doesn’t tease you. he just pleasures you, leaving open-mouthed kisses to your pussy and deep, perfect licks on your clit that have your hips rolling in seconds.

“fuck—sungchan—” you moan out, already squirming.

his hands slide under your thighs, holding you down as he buries his face even deeper, tongue fucking you slow, then fast, then back to slow again until you’re practically shaking.

“you taste so good. knew you would,” he mumbles, voice muffled by your pussy. “you’re gonna come for me, right? want you to.”

his tongue never stops, lips locked around your clit like he was made for it. but then his hand slides up, heavy and large, trailing up your stomach before he cups your breast.

you gasp out a whine when his fingers brush your nipple, tugging, rolling it between his fingers.

“oh my—please don’t stop,” you whimper, arching your body into his hand, into his mouth. he groans against your pussy, squeezing your tit a little rougher now, needing to feel how your body reacts under him.

he mouths at you deeper, fingers tugging at your nipple in slow, perfect rhythm with every stroke of his tongue, and suddenly it’s all too much. all of the feelings at once, all the pleasure he was giving you. and he caught on.

“come for me, baby,” he murmurs into your cunt, voice husky and low. “let me feel you.”

your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging needing something to grip, but he just groans louder and switches between fast flicks to your clit and sucking the sensitive bud.

“let go, baby,” he whispers, licking a long stripe up your throbbing pussy. “show me how good a real man makes you feel.”

and when you finally fall apart, thighs shaking hard and lips spilling the prettiest little sounds, he doesn’t stop. doesn’t even think about it. he licks you through every last wave of pleasure, hands still gentle, mouth still hungry.

after a while,you look down at him. glowing, messy, a little smug and he just smiles, lips and chin wet.

“told you,” he says, sucking a mark onto your thigh again. “real men take care of their women.”

© ELIASOIR ⠀──all rights reserved.

[wherethefigsfall]

Goodnight Prank:

Ellie Williams x fem reader (college au)

It’s a slow night in the dorm.

You’re cross-legged on your bed, hair damp from your post-shower crisis, your roommate whispering conspiratorially from her side of the room.

“Okay, okay—call her,” she says, phone already recording. “Just say ‘goodnight’ and hang up. I need to see this unfold.”

You roll your eyes but your thumb’s already hovering over Ellie’s name.

Ex.

Former situationship turned actual relationship turned heartbreak six weeks ago.

You hadn’t spoken since the fight.

Until now.

Your stomach flips with anxiety and despair.

You press call.

It rings once.

Twice.

“…Hello?” Her voice is cautious. Tired. You imagine she’s got one hand behind her head, sprawled in her bed in that shitty off-campus apartment. You imagine she’s wearing one of those wife beaters and some Nike sweatpants looking scrumptious as ever.

You suddenly want to crawl inside your own skin.

You clear your throat. “Hey.”

A pause. Then:

“Uh. Hi?”

Your roommate’s holding in laughter, hiding behind a pillow.

“I just… I was calling to say goodnight.”

Another pause. You stare at your duvet like it’s the answer to world peace.

Then Ellie laughs. Not mocking, not awkward. Soft. A real laugh—the kind you remember from when you’d say something stupid in a 7-Eleven at 2 a.m. and she’d giggle into your hoodie sleeve.

You were calling to say goodnight?” she repeats, a teasing lilt in her voice now.

“Yeah,” you say quickly, as if ripping off a Band-Aid. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight…” she echoes, voice slower this time, careful. Then she adds, a little quieter: “Wait, is that it?”

“Yep.”

You hang up.

Your roommate screams.

You throw your phone down like it burned you.

She’s already diving to edit the TikTok, wheezing, “That was the most lesbian thing I’ve ever seen. You looked like you were gonna cry and throw up and kiss her all at the same time.”

You’re about to protest, say “it wasn’t that deep,” but your phone buzzes.

Els:

"wtf"

"why did that make my heart do a thing"

"i miss u"

You stare at the texts. Brain empty. Mouth dry.

Another buzz.

Els:

"can i call u"

You don’t respond. You call her instead.

She picks up immediately.

“Okay,” she says, already smiling—you can hear it. “What was that?”

You chew on your lip. “A TikTok trend.”

She hums. “Figures. You’re such a dork.”

“You sounded happy to hear me.”

“I was.” No hesitation.

You blink at the ceiling.

Ellie breathes into the silence for a beat.

Then she says:

“I miss hearing your voice. I miss our stupid walks. Miss that dumb pink cup you always made me fill up for you. I miss—fuck, I miss all of it.”

Your throat tightens. “You broke up with me.”

“Yeah, and I regretted it like five minutes later. I just— I freaked out. I didn’t know how to handle loving someone that much. Loving you that much.”

The room spins a little. Or maybe that’s just your heart doing cartwheels like an idiot.

“I still love you,” she adds, voice barely above a whisper.

Silence again.

Your roommate’s behind her laptop pretending not to eavesdrop but literally doing nothing else.

You exhale. “I miss you too.”

There’s a rustle on her end. “Can I come over?”

You nod before realizing she can’t see you. “Yeah.”

“Give me ten minutes.”

You hang up, phone pressed to your chest, heart hammering like it’s back in freshman year.

Your roommate raises an eyebrow. “So…?”

You look up, dazed. “We’re lesbians. We’re back together.”

She fist-pumps. “Called it.”

⸻

Ten minutes later, there’s a soft knock at your dorm door.

You open it.

Ellie’s standing there in grey sweatpants, that damn wife pleaser you used to steal, and a look that says please don’t make me go back home tonight.

You don’t say anything. You just pull her in.

Her arms wrap around you like she’s home. She smells like weed and vanilla and safety.

“I still have that pink cup,” she mumbles into your hair.

You laugh. “Shut up.”

She pulls back slightly to look at you. “So… are we good?”

You press your forehead against hers. “Say goodnight first.”

She grins. “Goodnight, baby.”

[b-wrote]

How to impress you-Megumi's kindergarten teacher. Gojo was thinking about it hard. He tried flirting, you wouldn't budge, you would get a little embarrassed but you would brush off his flirting. Then like a sign from God Megumi came home with a paper for a field trip- in need of chaperones. If a parent was interested they needed to contact you asap and text your personal number. He immediately shoots you a text.

"This is Gojo Satoru, I am interested in the chaperoning job if it is still open?"

you type back almost knowing he would be the first volunteer.

"It just so happens you are the first to reach out. It's this Friday and the kids are going to the local petting zoo. We just need parents there since all the kindergarten class is going."

He smirks- this is his chance. He replies,

"See you Friday."

You are now looking down at your phone shocked, you knew he would reach out but he is so difficult to fight back. Now your class volunteer position has been filled and you are going to be stuck sitting next to him on the bus and spend a day with him around you all day.

Friday comes too soon, you are so nervous.

But for Gojo this day couldn't come quick enough. He brought you a coffee- (you usual order, not sure how he knew but you ignored that.)

"You didn't have to get me a coffee-"

"Of course I did, how else are we going to handle all these munchkins all day? Besides I take Megs to get a hot chocolate most days."

You smile at that,

" I know he always walks in with his little white coffee cup with a scowl. It is cute he always looks so grumpy before he comes in. Then he is pretty good, smiles and all."

Gojo is looking at you like you are a goddess. He knew it was hard for Megumi to feel safe and comfortable. After his real dad ditched him, it was hard for him to smile but hearing you say he can smile in class makes him beam.

"Thank you for that by the way, he has been in better moods since he has been in your class."

You look at him and smile sadly,

"I had heard about his mom and his dad, and I knew I wanted to create an environment that children feel safe and loved in. You don't know a child's home but you know what you can do for them."

You finally arrive at the petting zoo and teacher mode is on all smiles, your voice still gentle but with some firmness.

"My class you are to follow me and Mr. Gojo, please get in a single file line and follow us."

Gojo smiles as the kids look at him he see's Megumi in the line near you with a small smile. He knew he was in deep with this one. You being a Disney princess of a person and making his son smile, is something that won't go unrecognized.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

The idea of Stan (or Ford) having a praise kink and Reader having a degradation kink (or vice versa) is kind of humorous to me. Just getting off by saying wildly different things to each other, you know?

I feel like that's confusing wording, so to clarify: I mean this in a StanxReader or FordxReader way.

-🫶

oh my god yes ok ok so as someone who very much has a degradation kink but like selectively you know? only when it’s laced with praise otherwise it gets too real and i simply will cry, i deeply love this concept

like...unhmhm i need Stan to tell me “good girl for taking it like a dumb little whore”

anyways omfg i wrote too much, i just really liked it SORRRYYY

nsfw

just the idea of Stan or Ford earnestly trying to say smth sweet, genuine while you're beneath them just cooing out shit like “ugh shut up you fucking old man!! make yourself useful, stop talking and fuck me harder.” <33

you getting wet over being called a dumb little toy at the exact same moment as Stan is saying “you're doing so good for me” but then you go “no, no, be mean to me!!” and he just full stops and blinks like what the fuck do you mean mean???

let me talk about mullet Stan again cuz there's never enough of him. so imagining this with mullet stan please. please. listen. i think that bastard would lean toward degradation by default. not necessarily because he means it, but uhh somewhere deep inside, he thinks that's all he deserves. he’s lived his life on the back foot, always “screwing things up”, being the one who gets left or loses, so if he says “stupid baby” or ”dumb little fuck-toy” while he’s got his cock deep in you in some motel off the highway, it's because he thinks that’s what he is too. and if you praise him while he’s doing it, cup his jaw and whisper “you’re so good to me, you’re the best, no one fucks me like you do” (btw i think this is the phrase that he really likes) while his hand is around your throat? ohhh he might scoff or call you a liar. but he’s so soft for it. gets off on it against his will.

he's the one who doesn’t deserve tenderness. he can’t believe you’d want him for anything soft or sweet. and god help him the first time you whimper and ask him to praise you. ”you want good words?? from me??”

but also!!! also!!! and hear me out. you degrading him back. especially when he’s being all cocky with his chest puffed out and hands on his hips, AYGHYHH “yeah you like that, don’tcha.” and you just roll your eyes and “jesus christ, you’re such a slut for me.” game over. he’s gonna ruin the sheets. i’m so sorry but he lives to be called out, just a little. it's an honor to humble stanley pines with your filthy mouth. <3 need to write hate sex with him

AND OLDER STANNN. oh he thinks he’s got it handled until you start talking mean!!

he’s got you bent over a bed, calling you baby and sweetheart, kissing your shoulder and saying dumb stuff like “you’re so tight for me, fuck, ill never get enough of you” and you go “ugh you’re so easy, bet you’d cum just from me grinding on your lap in public. you that desperate for my attention, old man?” FUCK!?

but then, THEN. he matches your filth. if your kink is degradation, he learns it fast. starts growling in your ear “yeah? you wanna be used, that it? want me to treat you like trash? you’re nothin’ but a filthy little tease, huh? well get ready baby” but then a second later he’s worried “did that sound okay?? too much? not too mean?” wiping sweat off his brow and trying not to cry from being too turned on <3

as for Ford, where do i begin. you know this man has a praise kink deeply coded into his psyche right? he was raised on academic validation, on approval from elders, teachers, peers. he’s constantly been rewarded for being the smartest, the most innovative, the most competent. of course he wants to hear you say “you’re so clever, you’re the only one who knows how to touch me like this, fuck me with that genius brain,” while he’s buried to the hilt inside you.

and yet. and YET. i too must confess i want to call him a whore. i don’t know why. i love him, i do. but the mental image of looking down at Ford Pines, totally blissed out, stuttering, face flushed behind his glasses, and just telling him “look at you. you’d let me use that big genius mouth of yours for my pleasure, wouldn’t you? mm, all those degrees and still my perfect little toy.”

but anyways i mean this man has never been able to healthily express affection. so the second he’s finally in a position to touch and adore someone he actually loves, he goes full throttle tender mode, especially if it's established relationship. “you’re brilliant, so beautiful, you know that? you’re my darling, my love, my sweetheart” and you’re just underneath him with your lashes fluttering, dragging your nails down his back and moaning “ugh you’re such a fucking nerd, bet you’ve never even made someone cum before me. guess im the first pussy you’ve ever made a mess in, huh” WAAAAAHHH

and the worst part, he’s still into it. he cannot handle it but he’s so fucking into it. Ford starts blushing. sweating. stammering. but his hands are still gripping your thighs harder. the contrast between his praise & your degradation makes him insane until he’s literally groaning through his teeth and saying “you’re awful, you know that. . .disrespectful. . .but you feel so good, i can’t stop, im gonna” oh he'll cum soo fast

yes reader degrading Ford now that’s theatre. he’s expecting praise. he’s braced for “you’re so smart” and instead he gets “aw, are you gonna cum like a dumb little bitch for me?” like he’s offended lmao but also wildly aroused because his logical mind wants to protest but his body has never felt better

i love ittt. like Stan’s being mean to you but melting inside the moment you tell him he’s good and Ford’s trying to be praised and you’re calling him a brainless toy. everyone’s cumming and no one knows why....oh well

[ikuzeminna]

I need your help with a hypothesis!

For context: My linguistics professor and I got into a discussion after a test she did with us, and I was of the opinion that the reason for the results was different from the one she offered, so she encouraged me to test my theory.

What I need

All you need to do is draw a coffee cup (with a handle, not the disposable stuff) and then answer three questions.

I don't need to see the coffee cup. You can draw it wherever you like; on a piece of paper, digitally, in the sand, on a foggy window. Anything works. It does not have to be good. A doodle is fine.

You have to draw the coffee cup before you see the questions. This is very important. If you decide to help me with this, please doodle the coffee cup before you keep reading.

Assuming you have drawn the coffee cup, I now need you to answer these three questions:

On which side did you draw the handle?

Are you right-handed or left-handed?

Do you primarily write using the Latin alphabet or a different one? (please specify which)

More context

Most people will draw the handle on the right side. My professor says it's because most people are right-handed, so they draw the handle in the direction that would be comfortable for them to pick up.

I said drawing it on the right side just felt more comfortable to my hand and argued it's probably because we write a bunch of letters like that. B, b, D, P, p, R all look like a tiny "handle on the right side" and are all a straight line followed by a round one (so "cup first, handle second," like most people draw cups). The Latin alphabet doesn't have letters like that that face the other way, except maybe d, depending on how you write it, so it makes sense to me that people writing mostly Latin letters would go with the handle on the right side.

Which means that I need to know what Asians, Arabs and Greeks do and if the distribution of left and right sides of handles differs from the Latin alphabet group. Cyrillic seems to favor right, too, though it'd be interesting to see if there are differences.

If there are, my theory is right. Doubly so if there is a sizeable increase in a group whose alphabet has letters that benefit the left side choice.

So feel free to spread this to as many people as you like and put the answers in the comments or the tags of a reblog. The more answers I get, the better I can assess whose theory is better.

Thank you for your help!

[araneitela]

WHICH SYMBOLIC FRUIT ARE YOU?

Cherry. (Man, this is going to need some tag rambling; because while it's what I suspected and it's very fitting in many ways, I need to address one element).

In popular culture, cherries have come to represent sensuality, sex, and seduction. In the cult classic, Twin Peaks, Audrey Horne expresses her sexual expertise by tying a cherry stem with her tongue. "Cherry" is also used to refer to the concept of virginity: why? I don't know to be honest, but here we are. Much like the cherry, you're a sensual person who enjoys all the creature comforts the world offers. You enjoy delicious food, dynamic relationships, passionate lovemaking and stimulating conversation; however, you may also come across a touch vapid or shallow, due to your quickly fading attention when something has served its usefulness to you. To quote some man on tinder: "you're here for a good time, not a long time". You can come across, at times, slightly tart, carrying a bit of a bite to you that not everyone can handle. That’s okay: you’re an acquired taste!

Tagged: @basbousah (Thank you 🩷) Tagging: I don't tend to tag for quizzes easily but this one was actually fun, so let's harass. @immobiliter (how about Furina?) @kushtibokt @genus83 @genius81 @spiderwarden @delusionaid (Wriothesley, or Zhongli— porque no los dos? 🤭) @apocryphis (Topaz) @aventvrina @resolutepath (Elio) @daybreakrising (Blade) @astrxlfinale @kahakera @cygnor @chasersglow @scrtilegii (Jing Yuan)... and anyone else who'd like to do it, say I tagged you because I'd love to see the results!

[partygatorresurrection]

“berretini comes to life!” then kill him?? thanasi??? athanasios??? please????

[maryse127]

I am so nervous about packing tomorrow. I bought so much shit and now I have to somehow fit all of it in my suitcases and bagpacks. In compliance with airline rules which is scary when you dont have a scale :)

[kavehayati]

PLEASE ?! WHAT THE HECK WAS WORK 😭 /pos

[kbwrites]

Heated Waters

synopsis: being married is hard, being married without seeing each other is even harder.

⚝ content: Hiromi Higuruma x F! Reader, nsfw, bathtub sex, fingering, Hiromi neglects his wife, but boy does he make up for it

⚝ wc: 1.9k

“Yeah we do it pretty much every day.”

Satoru said, taking a leisurely sip of his water. His pale face alight with mischief, a shit-eating grin across his lips. His three coworkers stared at him in (jealousy) disbelief.

Suguru was the first to break the silence, wanting to save face “Everyday is a bit much, isn’t it, Satoru?”

Satoru chuckled, his blue eyes glinting with amusement as he watched his friend squirm. "What about you guys? How often do our married friends get it in?" His gaze flickered to Nanami, who cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, his eyes fixed on the steam rising from his coffee cup.

“Twice a week, I suppose…”

Satoru's smile widened, clearly entertained by the responses he was drawing out. He then turned his attention to the oldest among them, Hiromi Higuruma, who was carefully straightening his tie, a subtle attempt to avoid eye contact.

“What about you, Higuruma?”

“Your wife, (Y/N) is a little younger than you, right? C’mon Higuruma-San…She a total freak?” Satoru teased.

Hiromi's jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as his grip on his coffee cup tightened. He took a slow, measured breath, his voice strained but controlled when he finally spoke.

“Please don’t talk about my wife like that.”

But Satoru, ever the instigator, didn’t back down. “It’s just us guys riiggght? And I can’t lie Higuruma, you’re one lucky guy. (Y/N) is a catch.”

Nanami nodded in agreement, as did Suguru, though both seemed to sense the discomfort growing in Hiromi. The older man could only sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the conversation.

It was true—you were everything he could have ever wanted in a partner. Beautiful, intelligent, kind-hearted—his perfect match. If heaven existed, Hiromi was certain you’d be the only one worthy of it.

But long nights in the office, and early mornings preparing for court would take a toll on any relationship. The truth was… Hiromi hadn’t touched you in over a month. By the time he came home—you were fast asleep, and weekends were spent running the mountain of errands you couldn’t get to during the week. You loved each other of course, but it was hard. A month without feeling the warmth of your husband's hands all over your skin was starting to weigh heavily on both of you.

“You don’t have to answer Higuruma-san..” Nanami chimed in, sensing his elder colleague’s discomfort.

“Over a month.” Hiromi exhaled, the truth slipping out before he could stop it.

The room fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in.

“WHAT?” Gojo audibly gasps. “Your wife looks like THAT and you haven’t f—”

Suguru swiftly cut him off with a well-placed elbow to the chest. “Satoru… leave Higuruma alone.” The long-haired male warns. “Still, that is surprising.”

“I know I know..” Higuruma pinches his bridge. He wanted nothing more than to have his wife under him… on top of him. But the endless stream of work kept him trapped in a cycle of exhaustion. “I’ve been so busy I can’t even remember the last time I actually spoke to her properly.”

Suguru offered an apologetic smile. “Sounds like you need a break.”

“Sounds like you need some puss—” Nanami quickly elbowed Satoru in the chest before he could finish his sentence.

Hiromi shook his head, letting out a dry chuckle as he ran a hand through his dark locks, clearly frustrated with himself. “I appreciate your concern, guys, but I don’t see how I can take a break right now. I have so much work to do, and I’m the only one who knows how to handle all of it.”

“Higuruma-San. Satoru will take care of the paperwork for you.” Nanami suggested with a deadpan expression.

“HUH?” Satoru blurted out, clearly caught off guard by the sudden assignment.

“Yeah,” Nanami continued, ignoring Satoru’s protest. “It’s not like he actually does any work around here anyway.”

Suguru smirked, nodding in agreement. “That’s true. You might as well make yourself useful, Satoru.”

Before Hiromi could protest, the trio moved in unison—Suguru grabbing Hiromi’s briefcase, Nanami steering him toward the door, and Satoru sighing dramatically as he resigned himself to the task.

“Are… are you boys sure about this? I don’t want to burden you–”

“Nonsense! Go home and take care of your wife!”

Hiromi placed his briefcase by the door, his tie feeling suddenly too tight around his neck. He loosened it with a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around. The familiar scent of home greeted him. It was comforting yet bittersweet, a reminder of all the moments he had missed. The living room was tidy, the soft hum of the dishwasher running in the kitchen. You had clearly been busy, taking care of the house as you always did, even when he wasn’t around.

“Honey?” Hiromi calls out to you, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness.

Frowning, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair before making his way down the hall. As he approached the bathroom, he noticed a faint light seeping out from under the door, accompanied by the sound of water gently lapping against the tub.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened the door.

The sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat. There you were, reclining in the bathtub, your eyes closed, head resting on the edge as steam rose around you. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room, casting a warm, serene light over your features.

You looked so peaceful, so beautiful—that it almost hurt to look at you. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he took in the sight, but the guilt and longing only deepened. How long had it been since he’d taken the time to appreciate you like this? Since he’d been able to just… be with you?

You opened your eyes, gaze meeting your husband as he leaned against the door frame.

“Hiromi?” you murmured, your voice soft, almost questioning, as if unsure whether he was really there or just a figment of your imagination.

“Hey Honey…” his voice equally soft, as he took a tentative step closer. The warmth of the room seemed to wrap around him, melting away some of the day’s stress.

“You’re home early.” You muse, looking at him as you rested your arms on the tub. He doesn’t respond, just walks towards you with purposeful steps.

Hiromi stares down at you with half-lidded eyes.“The guys decided I need a break.” He paused, his breath hitching slightly as he continued, “Can I join you?” A playful smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Only if you take off your clothes this time.”

A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he unbuttons his dress shirt, letting each article of clothing fall to the tile floor. As he finally sheds his boxers before settling behind you. You exhaled softly, the tension you’d been holding onto for weeks dissipating as you sank into your husband’s embrace.

Hiromi didn’t waste a moment, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck, placing lazy, lingering kisses along the curve where your shoulder met your throat. His breath was warm against your skin, his kisses slow and unhurried, as if savoring every second, every inch of you.

His hands weren’t idle either, tracing gentle patterns along your stomach, moving upwards to cup your breasts with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. He nipped lightly at your earlobe, his voice a husky murmur, “I’ve missed you… more than you know.”

“Missed you too ‘Romi..” Your voice trembling as the almost foreign heat began to pool in your core.

Deft fingers teased your nipples, rolling and pinching—eliciting a soft moan from your lips as your body arched into his touch. Your hand reached back, tangling in his dark locks, pulling him closer as his lips traveled down to your shoulder, his other hand snaking under the water to your aching cunt.

“ahhhh… s-shitt..” You cry out as Hiromi’s fingers slowly circle your swollen bud. His touch light, teasing.

“Thirty-two days… I’m so sorry m’love.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he slips a slender digit into your entrance. Your walls flutter immediately around the intrusion, as he gently pumped into you.

He adds another finger, curling up to the spot he had neglected all those weeks. He extended his thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back against him, feeling his cock twitch against your ass.

“Hiro…” you moan, reaching behind for him, but he bites down lightly on your shoulder.

“Not yet, pretty girl, want you t’cum first okay?”

He whispers as he feels your gummy walls clench around him.

He speeds up his ministrations, digits stuffing your cunt as your pussy throbs and squelches. Your whimpers echo around the tiled walls, water lapping around your bodies.

You feel the pressure building as each thrust of his long fingers brush against your g-spot.

“g-gonna cum!”

“Cum f’me sweetheart please—god… need it so bad.” Hiromi mumbles as he pumps even faster.

“a-ahh!” you cry as you reach your high, walls clenching as you cum on your husband’s hand. He removes his fingers from you, moving to gently circle your clit as you come down from your orgasm.

You both stay there for a moment, your heavy breathing the only sound occupying the space, mingling with the gentle slosh of water against the porcelain tub. Hiromi’s arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you closer.

Slowly, he lifted you, the warm water swirling around you both as he maneuvered you to face him, settling you on his lap. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your knees pressing against the cool sides of the tub.

You straddled Hiromi, your bodies now fully aligned, chest to chest. Your husband's dark, half-lidded eyes bore into yours, his expression a mixture of raw need and unspoken tenderness. He let his hands rest on your waist for a moment, thumbs tracing gentle circles against your damp skin as he took in the sight of you.

“I don’t know how I’ve stayed away from you for so long…” his voice breaking slightly as if the admission pained him.

Your breath hitched as you shifted slightly in his lap, feeling the tension between you intensify. Hiromi’s hands slid up your sides, his touch deliberate and slow, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as his lips finally found yours. The kiss was deep, full of hunger that had been simmering between you both for far too long.

His grip on your waist tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a dance that left you dizzy with need.

Breaking the kiss, Hiromi leaned his forehead against yours, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

“I won’t make that mistake again.”

Without a word, he rose from the tub, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. Water cascaded down your bodies, pooling at your feet as he carried you toward the bedroom, his lips trailing wet kisses down the side of your neck.

He laid you gently onto the bed, your back sinking into the soft silken sheets, but Hiromi didn’t waste any time. His gaze darkening as he climbed over you, his body hovering just above yours, his eyes drinking you in like a man starved.

“I’m going to make up for every second I’ve missed.”

[mwphisto]

Simple things that turn LnDs men on~

Including: Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, and Caleb x reader. Reader is implied female but most can be interpreted however you please!

Warning, this post is 18+! Some lighter smut since my brain cannot handle anything else atm (I’m graduating university in 3 weeks)

Shifting banner from @cafekitsune <3

Xavier

Cuddling with you, seeing you sleepy and warm and soft in his embrace, under his blankets, in his bed. He can’t help it, you’re just so perfect, so sweet in this state. His hands can’t help but wander, sliding over your soft tummy, your thighs, eventually landing to cup your chest. His nose nuzzles into the crown of your head, inhaling your shampoo, and the next thing he knows? His hips are swiveling softly into the plush of your ass.

When you get mad. He’s not capable of explaining why his body has the reaction it does. Other than the plain statement of “you’re hot when you’re mad.” Which isn’t a lie, Xavier finds you so hot when you’re angry. Seeing you so passionate about something that it gets your blood boiling? He’s thinking of ways to get you to cool down. How easily he could switch the downward tilt of your brows into something far more… relaxed… pleased… blissed out…

Sitting on his lap is a definite way to get his attention. Xavier can get a bit lost in his hobbies, whether it be reading or scrolling articles on his phone. Sometimes the call of his name doesn’t snap him out of his trance. But you know what does? Settling your pretty self on his muscular legs, a smile on your lips, your hands cupping his cheeks and guiding him up towards your glittery eyes. The weight of you on him, the warmth, the surprise of his train of thought being interrupted, all of it has his heart rate spiking. Until all he can see, hear, and feel is you.

Rafayel

Matching his energy can totally catch the artist off guard — the absolute best way. To be blunt, you’re able to match his freak so well he can’t help but get turned on at how in sync the two of you are. His beautiful bride, perfect in every way. When you two are so effortlessly on the same page, he finds himself struggling to keep his composure. Luckily for him, you always seem to know what he’s thinking without him so much as saying a word.

Willingly being his muse just might send Raf into a coma. Seeing you sprawled over his couch, barely dressed so he can do some anatomy sketches has him shifting uncomfortably on his stool. Your sweet smile, delicate and skilled hands, the way you whisper his name while he scribbles on his paper with a rosy blush on his cheeks. You’re just so effortlessly beautiful it drives him insane.

Noticing the smallest details about him will get his head spinning. Rafayel harbors a lot of mixed emotions regarding his past and he loves you wholeheartedly but sometimes he just can’t… let go. When you take the time to get to know him — or as much as he’s willing to give you — and you actually pick up on things that go unsaid? His head is spinning, his heart pounding, the seal on his chest burning brightly. He wants to devote himself to you, it’s just part of his nature at this point. Eventually, he’ll work through it all and give into what he needs most…

Zayne

Your laughter sends his heart into a nose dive. He’s never been one for jokes, his dry humor often carrying him through. But when he says something that genuinely has you belly laughing, his name a sweet melody on your lips as you try and contain your giggles? He’s shifting his legs to hide the growing tension between his legs. You look at him with such adoration, so sweet and delicate, he has to reign himself in before frost creeps up his neck.

Giving him your full attention when he begins to ramble about nerdy medical things definitely causes the surgeon to lose his train of thought. You may not understand the scientific terms he’s using, and you may feel a bit bad when he has to explain them again with simpler terminology, but your attention is undivided regardless. And Zayne notices, of course he does. His heart is pounding as he rattles off all of his fascinations — such as new research he’s compiled about neonatal heart defects. You’re so engaged with him, nodding along and even asking him some questions. He’s fighting the urge to kiss you senseless. After a long day you’re so willing to listen to him ramble on about his research? He’s going to marry you, and fuck you senseless for being such a good girl.

Taking care of him, such as shaving his face or washing his hair will have Zayne be putty in your hands. He does so much for others, puts so much care and effort into making their lives better. It’s only right that you step up and do the same for Dr. Zayne. Though, bless him, he didn’t expect you to straddle his lap and shave him with a straight razor. Didn’t expect to be engulfed by the sent of your perfume as you settle your weight on his legs and glide the razor over his skin. It’s intimate, the proximity of your bodies is close enough to generate some warmth. He’ll lose it before you’re able finish one side of his unshaven cheek.

Sylus

Skinship with the leader of Onychinus is pretty special. Sylus savors every second of it, given that your hands rarely touch him outside of holding his waist when on his bike. The feeling of your fingers on his cheeks, your legs caging his as you sit together on the couch, your fingers intertwining with his. He’s a goner, so touch starved it’s nearly pitiful. He’s always been a man of composure, but god dammit you’re just so soft compared to him. You’re so warm and smell so good and you’re just so… you’re so sparing with your touches. As if you’re hesitant, not sure if he’d want your hands on him in the first place. Drives him so insane, he craves to hold you close but doesn’t want to push you before you’re ready.

Seeing you wear clothes he picked out for you has Sylus adjusting his collar and inhaling deep through his nose. His mark is on you, even if it’s not on your skin, you’re dressed so beautifully. You match him, compliment him perfectly. You look so breathtaking he has to mentally pat himself on the back for having such damn good taste. Seeing you feel yourself in what he’s picked does wonders for his already big ego. Seeing you twirl and smile as you admire yourself in the dress, the skirt, the pants, the shirt, whatever he’s picked out for you for the occasion. It gives him a sense of pride, like he’s done good, and it’s a genuine plus that you look so goddamn perfect in every outfit.

Kissing his knuckles nearly sends him over the edge one night. You had finished cleaning some wounds while his evol recharged and sealed the deal with a gingerly placed kiss on his battered knuckles. Sylus nearly sees stars because of it, such an overwhelming surge of possessiveness and heat flooding his weary veins that he nearly pops a hard-on then and there on the floor.

Caleb

Stealing his clothing is something you’ve always done. Something about it being comfier, softer, smelling like him. God he doesn’t even care for the reason, he just knows you look so divine in his shirt, his boxers, his hoodie. So cute and small compared to him, marked as his for anyone who has the gracious opportunity to see you in such a state. He guesses it’s only fair you steal his clothes, since he has a small — but growing — collection of your panties—

Relying on him 100% would put Caleb on cloud nine. Giving up your tough guy act and simply putting all of your needs on him would have him struggling to keep his composure long enough to actually see the tasks through. Could be something as simple as asking him to cut up some fruit for you, could be as complicated as giving your bike a tuneup. Regardless, Caleb is blissed out and glossy-eyed as he shows his love for you in his favorite fashion.

Slipping into his bed in the middle of the night has been something you’ve done since childhood. Bad dream, can’t sleep, anxious or stressed, Caleb’s arms have always been your biggest comfort. He waits for it, waits for the creak of his door and your quiet whisper of permission. He craves the dip of his mattress, the weight and warmth of your body next to his under his sheets. He has to be mindful of where his hips land on you, purely out of fear that you might feel something you’re not supposed to just yet.

[whenstarsundress]

caleb isn’t the type of alpha who demands. he asks. soft voice, patient hands, eyes that never leave yours. but his scent? it wraps around you like velvet, thick and grounding, impossible to ignore.

deeply controlled rut cycles. he’s trained to suppress them with medication if needed, but that doesn’t mean the instincts disappear. when he’s around you during your heat, he gets quiet, still, too focused.

“do you need me?” he asks, knuckles brushing your wrist. “you don’t have to say yes. just nod.” you do. every time.

he’s a nurturer at heart. loves scenting you before bed, especially when you’re anxious. presses his face into your neck and murmurs things like:

“i’m here.”

“you’re safe with me.”

“let me carry it for you.”

but there’s possession under that gentleness. he doesn’t want to own you. he wants to devote himself to you, body and soul.

during your heat, he’s focused on your comfort first. pain meds, soft blankets, heated scentscapes, and then, if you want him, he’ll ruin you slowly.

so gentle at first. fingers between your thighs, soft kisses along your scent gland. “tell me if it’s too much,” he says, even as his knot starts to swell.

and when you whimper for him? the control frays. “omega,” he groans, voice breaking. “you feel so—fuck, you’re perfect. you were made for me.”

knots you with careful reverence. murmurs praise as you tremble beneath him. cleans you up gently afterward.

very quiet aftercare. strokes your hair. kisses your forehead. laces your fingers together and holds you tight until you fall asleep knotted to him, safe and claimed.

he doesn’t see rut or heat as shameful. he sees them as intimate and sacred. the most vulnerable, instinctive parts of you being entrusted to him.

and he never, ever forgets what a gift that is.

his first rut with you:

caleb thought he could handle it. he’d prepared, like he always does. meditated, dosed early, made contingency plans. but he didn’t account for you.

your scent was everywhere in his space, lingering on his bed, his clothes, in the air. it curled around his thoughts like smoke, like static.

he didn’t even realize he was going into rut until it was too late. the meds failed. his body burned, his skin itched, and his thoughts all narrowed down to you.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he said when you stepped into the room. but his pupils were already blown, voice thick with strain, jaw locked like he was holding himself back from lunging.

you whispered, “i want to stay.”

he broke.

the moment you moved toward him, caleb caught you in his arms and buried his face in your neck with a low, aching growl. he inhaled like your scent could save him. like he’d die without it.

“omega,” he rasped, voice full of awe and desperation. “you’re really here. you want me?”

the rut took hold then, hot and primal, but even while trembling with need, he was still caleb.

so gentle. so reverent. stripping you slowly, kissing every inch of skin like he was memorizing you. letting you climb into his lap and guide his hands with little whimpers and needy sighs.

“let me take care of you,” he begged, lips trembling against your mating gland. “please. i’ll be good. i’ll make it good for you.”

and god, he did.

every thrust came with soft gasps and low growls, your name whispered over and over like a prayer. he held you tight as his knot swelled, moaning your name like it was the only word he remembered.

“gonna fill you up,” he gasped. “mark you. keep you safe. no one else can have you. not now. not ever.”

but then you cupped his cheek. and his voice softened again. “does it hurt?” he asked, eyes full of worry even as you pulsed around his knot. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

you shook your head, smiling through the haze. “you feel perfect.”

and caleb, sweet, kind alpha caleb, broke down. kissed you like it meant everything. like you were the only thing anchoring him through the heat.

when you both finally stilled, tied together and drenched in heat-slick and love, he held you against his chest and whispered, “thank you for trusting me.”

his voice was hoarse, cracked, shaking. “i’ll never forget it.”

[salemwasnteverhere]

How Sylus fucks you when he overstimulates you

A/N: I couldn't resist turning a cold mean man into a slight softie for us :'). If you prefer colder/meaner Sylus then please ignore this post and block me! <3

Tags: Stylus x Reader, reader is not Mc, Fem!Reader, creampie, clit rubbing, praise, use of "sweetie", slight dumbification, sloppy kisses, overstim, slight belly bulge

It was rare for Sylus to be very gentle in bed. Not saying he was aggressive and manhandled you every time, but he wasn't exactly mother Theresa. He usually had a bruising grip on your hips while pounding into you, one hand making it's way to your face, forcing you to watch his face or watch as his cock slid into you.

But then there were the nights where you begged for more, your eyes teary and hips bucking up to antagonize him. He'd give you what you want, slamming his hips back into yours until you fell apart on his cock and your mind practically snapped. He'd be gentle if you asked any night, but it was when you couldn't ask that he did it unprompted.

"There we go, sweetie." He pulled your body against his chest, hand rubbing your back as his thrusts slowed down and he fucked his cum deeper in. He came three times already, his cum dripping down the base of his cock after it leaked from your cunt.

His right hand slid up your back and he rubbed your hair, kissing your head. "A-ah...Sylus..." You buried your face in his chest, legs wrapping around his waist. He groaned slightly when your nails weakly dug into his back, hitting the scratch marks you left the night prior.

"So needy.." he rolled his hips up into you, smirking at your gasp. His cock hit all the right spots like it was made for you. He sped up slightly, watching as your hips bounced up slightly.

You lean back slightly, putting a little space between your chests. "So hot..." Your voice came out as a small whine, your body slick with sweat. Sylus held onto your waist with one hand as the other slid down from your neck, cupping a breast.

Sylus leaned in and blew cold air onto your neck, making you shiver. He smirked and kissed your neck softly, licking the slick skin. His hips moved slightly faster, his skin slapping against yours.

"Fuck...oh God.." you cry out slightly as he pressed your back against the bed, his hand on your waist holding onto the headboard. "Damn it.." he huffed slightly when you squeezed around him, his eyebrows knitting down.

He bottomed out and went all the way to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix. You cry out and turn your head to the side, clawing at a pillow. His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, the sound mixed in with the already lewd noises of your moans and wet slapping.

You desperately slid your hand down to rub your neglected clit, which earned Sylus slapping your hand away. He pressed his thumb to your clit and rubbed it weakly, his gentle touch making you yearn for more.

"Sylus-"

"You can handle it."

He rubbed harder and your toes curled. Your head fell back and a silent scream left you as you came. Sylus groaned when you squirt on his cock, hips squirming like crazy. He grabbed your hips and forced you as close as possible when he came. His balls tightened and you felt his seed pump into you for the third time that night, making your stomach bulge ever so slightly.

A minute later he pulled out with a wet 'shulp', his cock limp and covered with cum and slick. Your eyes were barely open and your whole body trembled. Sylus picked you up and cradled you to his chest, walking over to the large couch in his room.

"You got the bed dirty. Not like I mind. But I need to fix it first." He sat you down on the couch and covered you up with his coat, smiling when you curled up under it. He kissed your head and put on a robe.

You fell asleep before he could even start.

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Requests are open! :3

[neo-nomatrix]

EAT IT UP !

HOW THE JJK MEN EAT P*$$Y

Multiple x reader

-> GOJO, NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, SUKUNA, CHOSO

warnings ⚠️ smut… duh. pussy eating… duh. 69 in getos. talks of bondage. talks of choking (on dick) overalll smut idk

GOJO SATORU AKA “kid in a candy store”

On his tummy, feet in the air, humming. His legs are swaying back and forth but you’re way too busy to notice. He’s looking up at you with those unmistakable eyes watching you fall apart on his skilled tongue. His hand use your thighs as handles and makes out with your sloppy, cute cunt. He’s trying to tease you but the words come out as gurgled mumbles since his mouth is basically superglued to you.

You’re throbbing on his lips and he slurps it up like honey. Sometimes he dips his fingers in but usually sticks with his mouth. Fucks his tongue inside of you and he’ll probably start gagging because of how far he gets. He has to hug your thighs when you cum because of how squirmy you get. Nips at your clit when it’s all sensitive and giggles.

“You’re so fucking cute squirming”

“Oh wow… feels that good huh?”

“Is this how it feels when you gag on my cock?”

NANAMI KENTO AKA “use me like a chair”

Wants all your weight on his face or else he’s not happy. And no- it’s not an option. Maybe you’ll suffocate him, but who’s to say that’s not the goal? He cups his hands around your thighs and pulls you down on him, immediately getting to work. He’s so sensual and romantic about it. Slowly licking from your entrance to your clit. Definitely kisses your clit before starting anything.

Gathers a whole bunch of spit before and globs it onto you. There should literally be bubbles when you get off of him. Tries his best not to snake his hand down his pants so he can focus on you. As much as he loves you grinding down on his face he always stops you. This is for him to do all he work, he should be making you feel so good you don’t need to think about grinding down.

“Let me do all the work, just sit there.”

“I know i’m hard, sweetheart. I’ll get to that later.”

“Stop hovering, do i need to tie you up?”

TOJI FUSHIGURO AKA “this is for him”

Even though it’s an activity meant to pleasure you, it’s for him. For him to melt away his worries into your sweet cunt. He uses it as a stress reliever, massaging your ass like a stress ball. will literally ask you why you were squirming so much, it disturbed his peace.

Never stops after you come. More flavor for him. Has you on your tummy, he’s spreading you apart and eating it. His hands are never still. Always running up and down your back or playing with the skin of your ass. Moves up to grope your tits and play with your sweet nipples.

“Put your face into the pillow and bite if it’s to much”

“You take my cock every day but my mouth is too much?” oh wait, that’s also too much

“Maybe i should leave some marks on this ass too.”

GETO SUGURU AKA “34 + 35”

SixtyNine KING. Can’t decide between being on bottom or top. On bottom he can get the pleasure of you sitting on his face. The only downside is your squirming with so much pleasure that you forget to suck his cock. He doesn’t care that much, eating you out is plenty of pleasure, but it would be nice. But he does hate it when your strokes get sloppy and they become borderline teasing.

On top he gets the added bonus of fucking your face. Thrusting in and out of your moaning mouth as much as he pleases. He loves hearing you choke while slurping you up. He just doesn’t like the blood going to his head while eating you out. He’s pretty simple when it comes to pussy eating. Loves to suck on your clit and use his fingers. Definitely makes you lick your own cum from his fingers. Finger fucks you until his hands are pruned.

“C’mon baby, at least stroke me baby. Look how hard he is for you.”

“I know it’s so much, huh?

“That’s fine, i’ll just throat fuck you with my cum soaked fingers,”

RYOMEN SUKUNA AKA “stop running”

Eats you out until you’re rolling around on the floor. And still keeps going. He hates it when you squirm, but also doesn’t do anything to stop it. Locks his arms around your thighs and presses a hand against your tummy. Sloppily eats your cunt with no technique. Spits soo much on it. The noises that come from your cunt and his mouth are insane. Dips his tongue real deep into your mess to get every drop.

Has you on the verge of passing out when you cum. And you guessed it, still won’t stop. He definitely pushes your thighs to your chest and wraps his arms around your whole body to keep you still. Loves it when you push on his head in desperation. It makes him so much harder.

“You keep fucking running and I’ll go for longer.”

“You’re only making it worse for yourself by squirming.”

“Fucking take it or I’ll make you.” yeah he definitely makes you

CHOSO KAMO AKA “kitten licks”

He eats you out like he’s scared. He’s so fascinated by your slippery pussy that he unintentionally goes super slow. Giving soft kisses to your clit and licking at your entrance like a popsicle. You have to tell him to go a little harder so it feels better. and once he does, no going back.

Starts to eat it like a starved man. He gets so mad he’s never done this before because he’s in heaven. Ruts his cock into the sheets because it feels so amazing. Moaning like a slut into your pussy. So much spit and his tongue is going wild on your pussy. He’s definitely making this apart of your routine.

“Oh my god it’s so wet baby.”

“Faster? but when i go faster with my cock you cry…”

“It feels good right, baby? Am I doing good?”