#send in those submissions >:))))

[sneeb-canons]

Headcanon #500:

Mind is afraid that when he distances himself from or above the others, that he will be too far gone to come back down. That when his paranoia gets the best of him, he'll shut everyone else out and then be completely alone with no way back to where he was before.

Heart is afraid that if Mind is right, with the idea that what he does isn't genuine, that he's being manipulative without realizing it. Then therefore being Whole without himself there is the better option. That he'd be thrown out because his ideas would then be "not worth it" or even "vile"

Soul is afraid that no matter what he does or how good things will be, they'll always eventually split up again or even end up worse. Even then he has no clue what he's supposed to do or be during everything, and so because of that he'll never be whole. Or worse that he'll never really "feel" whole.

[lovely-english-rose]

when did the tumblr culture around asks change so much? ive been thinking about it alot recently and its something i already do think about time to time, like... what happened? they used to be such a huge part of the community and suddenly fell off.

i think in 2024 maybe we should work to bring back the larger ask culture. start more random conversations with others, create and share more ask games, maybe say something nice to the people you follow, drop off a silly meme or just pop in and say hi!

[phightingscreenshots]

Ok so

Screenshots can now be submitted!! However, I will only use the ones with the characters and chat bubbles in them for now ^_^

[redandyellowbracket]

You know what, screw it. I’m doing a 64 seed bracket! If I don’t have 64 guaranteed characters/duos I’ll choose my favorites/ones I want repped in the tourney to fill the gaps. Guaranteed submissions (aka those with 3 or more separate submissions) are gonna be higher seeded while I’ll do prelims for series reps with the mod picks

[scare-ard--sleigh]

okay like I had to make Tweaks to a tech article i submitted, which included writing up a meta title (of which i just grabbed the first half of the actual title) a meta description (the description you see on google that no one actually looks at) and bumping down the Grammarly 'plagiarism' score from 3% down to 2% (changing the wording around in 2 sentences) and i'm just like . why do we even have editors lmao like what are we paying those people for .

[blot-squisher]

Not going to lie, doing the SFW Alphabet asks are incredibly fun. Feel free to send more even if you’ve already requested one! If you do request multiple, please send them in individual asks though 😆

So far I’ve gotten to do Jason, Michael, and Wesker 🙌 anyone else y’all want to see?

[onepiece-polls]

"For a crack ship (not actually sure if it’s considered a crack ship) has anyone submitted Shanks and Whitebeard?"

@existential-crisis-24

No one submitted it yet. I think, due to only short interactions + a BIG age difference, I'd call it a crack ship 🤷‍♀️ So if you want to submit them, go ahead! (and use the google form in the submission post for that)

[fushiguho]

✰ nanami kento is a gentleman, of course he’ll clean you up after stuffing you full! it’s his mess after all… ;)

cw cum eating, cunnilingus

“c… can i taste it? please?”

nanami is peering up at you from between your sprawled thighs almost submissively, reluctantly tearing his lingering gaze away from the mess of cum that seeps from your pretty, stuffed cunt. a fat thumb is pressing against your pearly clit and you whine, hips rutting toward his face. god, he’s salivating.

it pools beneath you, a lewd puddle of amalgamated arousal, cum, and saliva just ruining the silken sheets. his cock aches, watching drunkenly as your overfilled hole tightens around his thick seed. slowly, you nod, gasping as he begins to push your thighs to your chest with an eagerness you’ve never seen.

“fuck, just hold them there for me, sweet girl.” he creeps closer, the pant of his hot, erratic breaths forcing your stomach to sink in dizzying arousal as you hook your arms behind your knees. “i know she’s sensitive, i just…” his wet tongue is lolling out of his mouth, licking a long, ponderous strip from your messy, little hole to the head of your twitching clit. “god, i just need to taste you one more time.”

a deep groan of pleasure leaves him, those pretty, pussy drunk eyes fluttering shut as he wholly consumes the mess he made between your quivering thighs. nanami breathes into you, huffing out hot, raptured breaths against your perfectly swollen cunt, fully losing himself within the saccharine flavor of your lewd creation.

two, burly digits are stretching you open as nanami begins to fuck his cum back inside of you, intended on feeding you every last drop. he forces his warm, syrupy load to the very back of your poor pussy, tongue circling over your clit so fervently that it makes your maw sag helplessly. the wet muscle is creeping lower to greedily chase the cum that continues to leak from your tightening hole.

nanami doesn’t miss the tremble of your hips or the quiver of your thighs as you indolently unhook your arms from behind your knees, slumping against the disheveled sheets with a wince of overstimulating pleasure. yes, he can hear the sweet, droning cries that leave you, but he can’t help himself from cleaning you up the only way he knows how—licking up the expanse of your lips, fingers steadily fucking you full.

“i know.” he murmurs, the tip of his sweltering tongue sinking inside of you with a pretty groan of unabashed satisfaction. “god, i know that clit is just… aching.” a thumb traces over the sore bundle of nerves, messily smearing his viscous cum. “i made such a mess… gotta clean you up like a gentleman.”

a feral little noise is dragging from his throat as you rut your hips in an attempt to escape, yet your efforts are done in vain because nanami is easily pulling your legs over his shoulders, dexterously following the unpredictable cant of your body. you’re writhing, stomach caving as his big, greedy hands paw up your waist, the soft pads of his thumbs circling the skin near your navel.

“n.. nanami! god, f— fuuuck!”

“cum if you have to, baby.” he urges, lips closing around your clit, sucking. “cum on my tongue if you have to… i want you to, please.” a hoarse groan departs from his slick lips, vanishing into the depths of your sloppy pussy as he feasts. “please? just one more time, sweetheart. god, i can feel how close you are.”

a single, torridly tender kiss to your ravaged clit is what’s hurling you over a dangerous ledge. you’re not sure what number this orgasm is, but it’s forcing your back to arch in such a way that it only intensifies the force of your bucking hips. nanami chases your pussy as you writhe, obnoxiously slurping up the final remnants of his cum like a man starved.

you squeal, pushing nanami away with a little more force than intended, sending him tumbling to the carpeted floor with a muted thud! he only smiles up at you, a crooked, pussy drunk smile that crinkles the corners of his honeyed eyes. disheveled tufts of lemony blonde dance across his forehead, face flushed with parching crimson.

his tongue is darting out to sweep across his pretty pink lips before mumbling. “sorry.”

[suguru-getos]

bnha men when you use the safeword: fem!reader

characters included: bakugou, hawks (my 2 pookies)

bakugou katsuki:

it was hectic, the feeling of it all. at first you’d even say it was feeling good, but with the way katsuki’s amped up stamina was nowhere near done on your body, you could start to lose yourself a little. katsuki had just come back from a business trip, he missed you… you missed him too. but the way his cock plunged into your sopping wet pussy, smirking and unraveling your insides every single time… it was starting to ache. especially when he bred you twice already, forced into a mating press and forced to hear the churning sounds of his seed inside you bubbling out with his mushroom tip abusing your poor hole. “kats-“ you mumble, nails indenting over his skin & making it raw. “suki…” words fail you, there is nothing you can do or say for this. you want this to stop, your body can’t take it anymore. “s- suki…” you whimpered again. katsuki’s brows are glistening with sweat, he smirks at you, his genuine, loving smirk as he leans in and kisses you again. your lips smashed against his. “my pretty girl.” katsuki coos, but his pace, his cock isn’t being so nice. and you can’t take it anymore.

“door.” its just silly how you and katsuki decided the safeword term. not creative at all, you just glanced at the door while discussing it with him & this is the first time you’ve ever used it anyway.

there is an instant stop in his movements, siren eyes widened in utter shock. “princess? y’ okay?” the position is instantly adjusted to you laying down comfortably, your swollen cunt parting with his veinny cock as he leans back, kissing your cheek, your forehead. “s’ that too much f’ my baby?” he almost pouts with complete genuineness, looking at you and waiting for you to speak. his warm palms reflexively massaging your forearm and kneading at your body to provide comfort. “sorry- just- got too much for me.” you pouted, tears welling up in your eyes.

“shut up, stop apologizin’ cmere.” katsuki is quick to shun that bit from you, craddling you in his arms instantly. he knows aftercare is important or you’ll fall into submission drop. “my good girl~ so proud of you, you know that? cus’ y’ communicated when it didn’t feel good.” he nuzzles his nose against yours, a bright grin over his face. “my pretty girl.” he echoed that over and over, kissing all over your cute body and hugging you closer, wrapped around in a blanket burrito. get ready to be babied until you get annoyed of him. 💅🏻

keigo takami:

there is an eerie streak that has keigo’s head in a haze to pleasure you tonight. he normally gets in on those, but you’re just so delectable, so beautiful looking with your desperate squirming and mewling when his feathers clamp around your nipple and when his tongue fucks your pussy and flicks your clit with a rhythm perfect for your body — it’s hard to stop. it’s always been hard for keigo to stop playing with his little prey.

“ssh- stop moving around little one.” your squirming and moans are chastised by your man instantly. feathers clamping and spreading your legs apart as he grins. leaning in and continuing with his favorite meal. he’s already made you orgasm twice, and this is the third time he’s pushing your boundaries. “not my problem you taste so divine.” he grunts, nose nuzzling against your poor, swollen clit as he softly nips at your inner thigh.

the next thing which happens has your eyes widened and mouth agape, his thumb spreads your pussy lips and the tip of his tongue leans back your clit’s hood, flicking and vibrating around the exposed & vulnerable bundle of nerves with vigour. “AH- oh no.” you shake your head, this makes you feel queasy. this makes you feel sensitive and sends jolts of good pain down your pelvis. you don’t want that pain, the foreign feeling catching up to you rapidly.

“keigo- no.” you whine, struggling to no avail. you always mumble these things and you know its hard for keigo to take you seriously around this. “feather.” you squealed the safeword out. all of hawks’ movements stop. the feathers wrapped around your ankles and your hands let you go instantly. his marked eyes widening and leaning away. “oh-“ his lips parted.

you didn’t feel like you were comfortable enough with this, that’s all there was. maybe you misused the safeword. are you even a good partner to him? before your doubt flourishes into something rooting deep, keigo hugs you gently, letting you straddle his lap and his wings forming a cocoon around you. “ssh~ there there, sorry it got too much for my little baby.” he hums, kissing the crown of your head.

“just. got uncomfy.” you mumbled, sniffling softly. “maybe i shouldn’t-“

“of course you should have, there is a reason safewords are created sweetness. and if you didn’t feel comfortable you had every right to use this. okay?” keigo coos, kissing your cheek and hugging you tightly. his ragged breaths slowly calming down at the embrace of his mate. even your bubbling doubts vanished quickly as keigo swayed you gently in his hug, humming a random tune of the favorite song you have.

“too bad you don’t have a safeword to stop me from singing.” he hums, after minutes of comfortable silence and snorts. your silly liddul pookie <3

[sonicpridecorner]

Hello everyone! Welcome to the Sonic Pride Corner!🌈✨

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dividers via cafekitsune

[zombiecowboy65]

I fear that “he’ll submit if you tell him to” line was massively misinterpreted, because the point of that line was to show how fucked up the nest/the ravens/Jean’s existence there was, and everyone took it to mean he’s just naturally submissive. We see over and over and over again that he is not. He tells us he is not. Submission was demanded and required if he wanted to survive. The only time Riko lost interest in sending him off to those players was when he stopped fighting back. And I constantly see people say he won’t defend himself because of this, but we have seen it. He picked Lucas up by the throat and threw him on the floor.

I also do not get where this submission to Jeremy idea is coming from considering he argues with him the whole book, and then picks up Jeremy and throws him on the floor. The idea that this relationship will work if one half holds the power and the other half has none is crazy. The idea of taking the leash and handing it from Riko to Jeremy is crazy.

To me, Jean read like a inactive volcano about to blow. He wrecked Neil’s entire dorm with his bare hands. He constantly bites back thoughts of violence, and sometimes, biting them back is not enough. He put it in his contract, because “soon enough his nature would get the best of him”. He is angry and he is about to blow and I really cannot take this interpretation of him as this submissive little thing that the Trojans just push around. The point of this series is to give him back his voice. And if that voice is this angry, I cannot wait to see him snap.

[spatialwave]

pretty little thing.

➸ ask: “❛ i need you. please. i'll be quick. ❜ with Viktor and a usually bold reader, but who’s right now just so needy for Viktor 👉👈” – ➸ pairing: viktor x fem!reader ➸ word count: 1.2k ➸ tags: mdni! nsfw, fxm, shameless smut, porn w/o much plot, masturbation, oral sex, facials, submissive viktor, bold reader. ➸ notes: i genuinely never felt filthier writing something fjgnsdjfg–don’t LOOK AT ME. 😳 ask came from this prompt! askbox is temporarily open...currently taking a few modern au requests!!

Everything about Viktor drove you fucking crazy.

Those narrow eyes that pierced through you, sending cold shivers through your spine when they flickered up and down your figure. Slender, nimble hands that worked tirelessly to please you, fingers flitting between your legs, pushing inside you and curling against the bundle of nerves that had you crying out. His lips that praised you with words and left heady kisses along your skin and cunt, your thighs clenching on either side of his head as you rode the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

But–you drove him crazier.

A cocky smirk would creep to your lips when you sat idly next to Viktor, both silent as his free hand that wasn’t hastily writing notes over parchment danced along your thigh. Slow, meticulous movements that dipped between your legs, fingers running along the edge of your panties. He was good at silent asks, not much for words or begging, and you were always quick to indulge a man so deserving.

Bold enough to force him back on the bed, riding him until the early morning hours as the warm sun sprawled along your naked bodies and your hips ached and thighs cramped. Until he was a whimpering mess underneath you, strangled groans caught in his throat as he filled you.

You were much better with patience. You preferred waiting for his actions that indicated his desires, absent-minded touches that wouldn’t cease until you were on your knees blowing him. 

Viktor had been preoccupied all week, focusing his energy on the research with Jayce and leaving you to your own devices. The days blended into the next, and tonight, you were a pitiful mess. You hadn't felt this way in a long time. As you sank into the couch, book clutched tightly in your hands, you squeezed your thighs together, and you ached longingly—desperate.

You fixated on the words, but they danced along each page, twisting into an indecipherable mess and leaving your mind as quickly as they came. Pages and pages were left unread as frustration bubbled up in the back of your throat and a loud groan came through. 

Fuck this.

In a swift motion, the book was discarded to the floor and your hand slid between your legs, eyes falling shut as they slipped into the fabric of your underwear with familiarity. Tentative touches, gentle fingers circling your clit that was throbbing. Your other hand slipped into your shirt, fondling your breasts and pinching your nipple, wishing so badly that it was Viktor’s hands making you feel so good.

It was easy to fall into the rhythmic motions, an idyllic smile lifting the corners of your lips as your desires were met. Not in the way you would have preferred, but taken care of nonetheless.

Two fingers slipped inside easily, your cunt eagerly enveloping the digits. Not quite long enough to make the lasting impact Viktor could.

The click of a lock snapped your body upright.

Widened eyes shot to the door that creaked open, and your heart soared. A rare occurrence that Viktor would make it home before you had fallen asleep. Adjusting yourself, you pulled your hands from your body and stood up, the slick between your legs coating your panties and seeping through to the satin fabric of your sleep shorts.

“Hi, baby,” you chirped, voice laced with lust as hands haphazardly fixed your hair that knotted from your position on the couch. You were uncertain why physical presentation mattered when your lover’s face was covered in signs of exhaustion. Dark under eyes, tousled hair, and buttoned shirt untucked.

He looked far too good to remain casual. Fuck, you were feral.

Viktor locked the door behind him, a smile gracing his lips as soft eyes settled upon you and his weight shifted back to his cane, “Still up? I hope you weren’t waiting for me.”

Your eyes flickered to the clock, it was well past midnight.

“No,” you shook your head, wondering if your hot cheeks and heavy breaths hinted at your previous state. Surely, he noticed. “Just… couldn’t sleep,” you lied.

Oh, he noticed.

Interest flickered in his eyes, and a curiosity settled in his chest, but gods, he was tired. He couldn’t even think straight, surprised that he hadn’t fallen asleep at his desk in the lab like he had two nights before.

Viktor stepped forward, cane clicking along the wood, and he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, “I’m sorry, love,” his gentle words heavy on your heart, “I’m exhausted.”

Two impatient hands flew to his vest, fingers toying with the buttons eagerly.

“Viktor,” you whimpered, pulling your head back so you could look into his eyes, pleading.

It was an unusual act to see you standing before him with your knees quaking as you begged. His cock stirred in his slacks, hardening at the mere sight of you acting so pitifully, ready to do whatever you needed to earn his attention. 

“I need you,” you mewled, fingers beginning to undo the buttons of his vest. Shaky fingers expertly removed each one with practiced ease.

“I–shit,” he hissed, cheeks burning a deep red as you began to sink onto your knees once his vest popped open.

“–Please, I’ll be quick.”

Viktor didn’t make any moves to stop you, his free hand lifting to cover the bottom half of his face as you dug past his belt. A moan muffled behind his fingers when his cock sprung free from the layers of clothing that had felt far too restrictive, and he fell back against the closed door. Your eager hands stroked him, milking out the pre-cum that you lapped up greedily on your flattened tongue.

He whimpered, cane discarded to the floor as he worked hard to keep his knees from buckling beneath him. Your only response was to keep going, lips wrapping around his cock as you took him in as far as you could. A repetitive movement as you bobbed your head and swirled your tongue around him, and fuck, you loved his moans.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering as they rolled back, a hand reaching down to grab at your hair to coax you along him. Pushing himself down your throat, knowing very well you could take it.

You choked on him, the gags and whines from your throat sending heat right into his gut. The coil in his abdomen tightened as you swallowed around him, trying to milk out his cum that you were desperate to taste on your tongue. 

You were deserving of it, weren’t you?

Two hands pressed to his bare thighs, scratching at his pale skin as tears stung your eyes when he hit the back of your throat. You were greeted by a pleasantly hard tug in your hair, yanking your mouth from his cock just as he felt himself hit his release.

Groaning deep in his chest as he grabbed the base of his cock with his other hand, stroking as the splattering of hot cum decorated your face. He had been pent-up for so long that it didn’t seem to end, strings of it clinging to your tongue that you had cheekily stuck out, over your closed eyes and down your chin and jaw.

A pretty little painting.

Viktor was rendered breathless, his hand slowing as his cock twitched, and the remaining cum he pushed out dripped down to the floor between your knees.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, hardly able to make the words come to fruition through his heavy breaths.

Your eyes opened, smiling blissfully up at your lover.

“Let me fuck you, and I’ll forgive you.”

[im-ovulating]

For Kinktober: anything with Jasper Whitlock, but preferably size kink (short reader), voice kink, hand kink, and some on top of the clothes action / sex in the clothes. Choose all of it or one, I don't care, just having a brainrot about him: my ovaries explode every time I see this gif

(A/n: Kinktober Day 6/15! I wanted to keep all of this year's kinktober fics below 2.5k, but this one got away from me ;v;)

Word Count: 3,842

Summary- Well, you HAVE to take on his challenge -I mean, experiment. It's only the responisble thing to do as his study partner.

Warnings: Strip game, Fingering, PIV, Creampie, Cocky! Jasper, Not proofread

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Jasper Whitlock x Fem! Reader: Study Buddy

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"Did you know that predators have front-facing eyes, but prey normally have eyes on the side of their faces?" You ask Jasper as you scan your textbook. He had agreed to help you study for an upcoming test. "It's because the prey has to be able to look out for danger."

Not only is evolutionary bio not your strongest subject, but your professor is an asshat so you really can't afford to fail this test.

"I did," he mumbles as he highlights a section that he thinks you should go through again. "Did you know that when two animals make eye contact, the first to look away is the submissive?" Jasper asks back.

"That's gotta be BS, right? What if one just doesn't want to look at the other's ugly mug?" Your retort is weak, but your tone has the confidence of a straight, cis, white man who's telling you what your own name means.

Jasper lets out a small, huffed laugh and finally looks up at you, warm gold meeting e/c. "I don't think animals think that way, darlin'."

"Are you an animal whisperer?" You snark, crossing your arms with a cocked eyebrow.

"Do you really think it's not real?" He gets back on topic. When you shake your head, he turns his chair towards you before doing the same to your own so you both face each other. "Really? Then, let's test that theory, hm? You seem pretty confident in yourself, so what's the harm?"

"I seem pretty confident because I am pretty confident." You mark your place and shut the textbook.

He chuckles with a small shake of the head. Leaning back in his chair with one arm thrown over the back, Jasper says, "Let's play a game."

"We're supposed to be studyin-" "It's a science experiment."

When you fall back against your seat, he continues. "We'll make eye contact, we'll stare at each other, and the first to look away loses. And if you lose..." he smirks a little, "you lose a piece of clothing. Best out of five wins."

You chew on your lip as you mull it over. You're confident that you can keep eye contact. And the submissive thing is bullshit, anyway, so it's not like your pride will take a hit. "So, strip poker but with a staring contest?" He nods.

"Exactly."

"...okay."

You meet Jasper's warm golden gaze, determination etched on your face. There's no way you're going to lose this little game of his.

"I know what's going to happen. You're going to give in; you can't take the pressure." You ignore him, zeroing on a small fleck of dark gold in his eyes to ground your thoughts.

As the seconds tick by, you resist the urge to look away, focused solely on holding Jasper's stare. His voice, low and smooth, sends shivers down your spine. "That's a good girl, keeping those pretty eyes on me."

Your breath catches at the sudden praise, your lips parting in a small, silent gasp. You won't let him distract you that easily, though. You're in it to win it.

Jasper's long, slender fingers drum lightly against his jean-clad thigh, drawing your gaze for just a moment before you force yourself to look back into his eyes. His lips curve into a knowing smirk.

It takes you a second to realize. "...fuck!"

"That's my round, darlin'." He goads.

With a small grumble and more force than necessary, you all but rip your socks off and throw them at his head. He catches them before they even get close. You're less coordinated in your attempt to dodge them, and all you can do is grumble more when they hit you square in the middle of your face.

"Stop looking so smug - there's still plenty of time for me to whoop your ass." You can't decide if you want to wipe that dumb-ass, unfairly charming smirk off his equally handsome face or if you want to pull him in and kiss him silly. Probably both... Yeah, both is good.

Jasper's eyes gleam with amusement as he watches your continued huffing and puffing. He leans back in his chair, his fingers still tapping against his leg.

"Don't be so sour, darlin'," he grins, his voice low and velvety smooth. "The game's just getting started."

You narrow your eyes at him, determined not to let his distracting voice and looks throw you off this time. "Just shut up and start the next round, Whitlock."

He chuckles, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he holds your gaze. The air crackles with tension as you both refuse to back down, each daring the other to be the first to look away.

The seconds tick by, the only sound the quiet rhythm of your breathing. You can feel the weight of Jasper's stare, intense and captivating, drawing you in. Your pulse quickens, palms growing sweaty, but you refuse to lose again.

Just when you think you might actually win this round, Jasper's lips curve into a slow, predatory smile. "You know you want to look away. You want to give in, to submit; it's in your DNA. C'mon... Just look away, prove what we both already know: that when it comes down to it, you'd do nothing but roll over and show your belly..."

You roll your eyes in a subconscious attempt to ignore how his words, no matter how much they were shit talking, made your heart leap into your throat. With a triumphant smirk, Jasper declares, "My round again."

"That's not fair! You shouldn't be able to annoy me into losing!" You lie through your teeth about the true effect he's having on you.

Barking out a laugh, he says, "The only rule was that we can't look away. We never decided talking or touching were off limits. You lost fair and square, sugar, so lose an item."

"But-" "Three seconds before i decide which one," he interrupts with a cheeky grin. "and you might not like what I choose... Three. Two-" You let out a frustrated groan, quickly removing your shirt and tossing it to the side. His laughter only serves to further stoke the flames of your competitive spirit. "There we go! Good girl."

"I thought we're supposed to be studying." You try to feign nonchalance as you sit there, bra exposed and with only three items left. Technically, you're tied in terms of clothing remaining, but it's also not lost on you that it's currently 0-2 in Jasper's favor.

"We are studying; this is a science experiment, remember? Unless you're ready to admit that you're wrong AND that you're submissive. That would be quite the win on my end." Well, shit. Now you can't back out. You'll be damned if you let him have something to hang over your head.

"Just you wait, Whitlock," you snap, trying to regain your focus for the next round. "I'm just getting warmed up."

You narrow your eyes at Jasper, determined not to let him fluster you again. The stakes are higher now, but you've got this.

Taking a deep breath, you meet his gaze once again. The tension in the air is palpable as you both refuse to back down.

Jasper's lips curl into a challenging smirk, his long fingers still tapping a steady rhythm against his thigh. You force yourself to focus solely on his eyes, blocking out everything else.

Seconds turn to minutes as you hold his stare, your heartbeat thundering in your ears but you refuse to waver.

Just when you think you're finding a groove and might stand a chance at winning, Jasper leans forward, his voice low and sultry. "You're doing so well, darlin'. But I can see it in your eyes - you're starting to crack."

A shiver runs down your spine at his words, but you grit your teeth and push on. You will not lose this round, no matter what underhanded tactics he tries.

The room fills with an intensity that almost makes it hard to breath as you continue your silent battle of wills. Jasper's gaze is unwavering, a predatory gleam in his eyes that makes your breath catch and waver.

Jasper's hand suddenly moves, his fingers slowly inching up your thigh. Your eyes widen and your pulse quickens but you refuse to look away.

"Good girl," Jasper acknowledges, his cool touch burning through the fabric of your jeans. "Just keep your eyes on me."

His fingers continue their slow, tantalizing trek up your thigh, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. His gaze is electric, drawing you in despite your best efforts to maintain composure. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, but you refuse to break eye contact, stubbornly holding his molten stare.

"Jasper…" you breathe, unable to keep the quiver out of your voice. His lips curve into a knowing smile, fingers inching higher.

"That's it, darlin'," his voice is low and velvety smooth. "Just focus on me. Don't look away. It should be easy for you, right? You're a strong, dominant girl, after all."

The temptation to give in, to let your eyes slip shut, is nearly overwhelming. But you dig deep, summoning every ounce of willpower to maintain the intense eye contact.

Jasper's hand reaches the waist of your jeans, his fingertips dancing along the sensitive skin just above. Your pulse quickens and a shiver runs down your spine.

"J-Jasper…" you stammer, grip tightening on the arms of your chair.

His eyes shine with a predatory gleam as he watches you. "C'mon, sugar. Just a little bit longer… You can do it. Keep those pretty eyes on me.

"Or you can look away, let me take these pants off." he adds with a self-satisfied smirk.

You know you're teetering on the edge, your resolve rapidly crumbling under the onslaught of his touch and his words.

The seconds stretch on, the tension in the room palpable. Jasper's fingers continue their torturously slow ascent, and you find yourself struggling to keep your focus on his eyes.

His fingers dance along the underwire of your bra, "And after that, I'll pull those panties off of you with my teeth; maybe dive right in and see if that pussy tastes as good as I think it does." Your eyes flutter shut as a white-hot spike of arousal shoots straight to your core. He pulls his hand away and when you reopen your eyes, you see a triumphant grin has spread across Jasper's face. "That's my girl." Your eyes widen as you realize - you've lost. Again.

"You've got two chances left. Still think you're going to win?" Jasper asks. "I'm sure you can do it. Right? You can turn it around. Round 4."

As you settle in for yet another round, he gets in another jab. "You're gonna break. You're going to and it's going to be really fast."

His hand returns to your thigh; this time it only takes a second for him to reach the hem of your panties, his fingers dancing along the elastic. You swallow harshly, but keep his gaze. "You're not even trying to fight it; you're just letting me touch you."

"You're gonna keep looking me in the eyes when I move your panties to the side and slide my fingers in, aren't you?" Your breath hitches. "No, don't lose yet. Come on, look at me. Don't look away, I don't want you to look away." It's hard to fight against the urge to hide your face but you manage. You can feel how hot your cheeks are, and you can only imagine the expression on your face.

"Good girl," Jasper murmurs. "Don't look away. Don't you dare look away." You start to squirm a little, clenching your thighs desperate for some friction. "Why are you turned on?" He teases, his fingers still threatening to dip under the thin fabric. "Is it because you're submissive and you like losing? There's fight and flight, but you... you freeze. And you're gonna let me take what I want."

He finally tugs your panties aside and dips two fingers into you. your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you try to focus. You're so wet you swear you can feel it dripping down towards your ass. Fuck this is embarrassing but you realize you'd rather die than stop now; you want this. You want to just let go and let him take and take and take.

You crave his touch, crave to be used by him.

Jasper's fingers crook up into a spot that has stars dancing in your vision. Somehow you manage to just barely keep your eyes on him.

"C'mon, don't lose. I only have three pieces of clothing; you can still win this..." he taunts. "Don't look away, don't look away. Don't look away. Don't lose. Come on, look at me in my eyes. Good girl- don't look away."

"There it is..." He muses, pressing his fingers into your g spot as your back arches away from your chair and a debauched moan rips from your throat. "You lose again, darlin'." He brings his hand up to his mouth to clean your arousal off his fingers.

You let out a frustrated whine, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Jasper's smug grin only infuriates you further - he's clearly enjoying this power he has over you.

"That's not fair," you pant, your body still tingling from his touch. "You're cheating."

Jasper chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he examines you hungrily. "Darlin', I don't need to cheat to make you submit to me. You want this just as badly as I do. Like I said earlier- we never agreed 'no touching'."

You can only glare half-heartedly at him, knowing he's right.

"Hey," Jasper ducks his head to catch your eyes as you look at the ground to avoid his gaze. "You got one more. It's the last round. You're still in this; you can still win. You've got to get at least one piece from me. you can't lose every time - that would just be pathetic..." You go to smack his arm, but he avoids it.

With a resigned and frustrated sigh, you unhook your bra and let it fall to the floor. "Let's get this over with already." you grumble. you want this to end partly to stop the embarrassment of losing this badly, but mainly because the sooner this is over, the sooner you can fuck him.

As the final round starts, Jasper reaches up to grab your chin, tilting your head up to barely brush his lips against yours. His eyes never leave yours as he asks, "Why don't you just look away on purpose so I can take these off and fuck you?"

His other hand reaches down to press his thumb against your clit, causing your eyes to shut as you let loose a shaky moan. "Oh- you lost..." The grin he gives you can only be described as devilish.

Faster than you can process, he is picking you up by the thighs and setting you on the table.

True to his word, he drops to his knees between your legs and. after pressing a few possessive kisses along your belly and the apex of your thighs, he takes your panties between his teeth and starts to slide them off of you.

You shudder with anticipation as Jasper's cool breath ghosts over your most intimate area. With painstaking slowness, he tugs your panties down, revealing your glistening cunt. His eyes never leave yours, molten gold boring into your very soul.

A playful smirk graces his perfect lips as he tosses the flimsy fabric aside. Calloused hands caress the soft skin of your inner thighs, urging them to part further. You comply willingly, heart racing in excitement.

Jasper hums appreciatively, drinking in the sight of your exposed cunt. Leaning in, he trails feather-light kisses along your dripping folds, teasing you mercilessly. Just when you think you can't take the anticipation any longer, his talented tongue darts out, parting your swollen lips and delving deep.

An involuntary moan escapes your lips as pleasure courses through you. Jasper sets an agonizingly slow pace, savoring every twitch and tremble of your body. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he explores every inch of your most sensitive area. "Fuck, I knew you'd taste amazing..." His low groan vibrates against you and forces another small gasp to leave you.

Jasper's skilled tongue continues its agonizingly slow exploration, eliciting more breathless sighs and whimpers from you. His grip on your hips tightens as he senses your growing desperation for release.

With a low growl, he suddenly picks up the pace, licking and sucking with purpose. Your back arches as the coil of pleasure tightens, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Just as you feel the first tremors of your impending climax, Jasper pulls away, leaving you panting and aching. He gazes up at you with hooded eyes, a smug expression on his face.

"Not yet, darlin'," he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark promise. "I have other plans for you."

Jasper's hands grip your hips firmly as he effortlessly maneuvers your body, guiding you to bend over the sturdy table. A gasp escapes your lips at the sudden change in position.

With your upper body pressed against the cool surface, you feel impossibly exposed and vulnerable. The long-forgotten books and scattered papers crinkle under your weight as Jasper's powerful frame looms over you, his presence radiating a primal dominance.

A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers trail along your spine, eliciting goosebumps in their wake. Leaning in close, he places a series of searing kisses along the back of your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin before pulling back and undressing.

Trembling with anticipation, you arch your back, silently begging for more of his touch. Jasper growls low in his throat, the primal sound sending a shiver down your spine. His large palms slide up your sides, calloused fingers caressing the curve of your waist.

You whimper, desperate for him to finally fuck you.

Jasper chuckles, the deep rumble of his voice sending sparks of desire through your body. "So impatient," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't worry, sugar, I'm just getting started."

Jasper's grip on your hips tightens as he slowly, teasingly, presses his body against yours. You can feel the hard lines of his muscles and you ache to have him inside you. His hands slide up your sides, caressing and exploring your body.

Finally, after what feels like ages, he lines his cock up with your sopping pussy and starts to press in.

You gasp, arching your back as the head of his cock teases your entrance. "Jasper!" You moan, shuddering with anticipation.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he slides into you, inch by delicious inch. You feel every millimeter of his legnth as he fills you up, stretching and claiming you. His grip on your hips tightens, and you can feel the way his forearms bulging as he struggles to maintain control.

"Fuck," he growls, finally bottoming out inside you. He holds still for a moment, his lips pressing against your neck as he regains his breath.

Then, without warning, he begins to move, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in with a force that takes your breath away. Over and over, he thrusts into you, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythm that is both primal and possessive.

You drop your head to the table, letting out a long, keening cry as you feel his cock hit your sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Jasper!" You cry out, your voice echoing in the room.

His hands move to your breasts, tweaking and pinching your nipples as he fucks into you harder and faster. You can feel the heat building between your legs, the sensation growing more intense with each passing moment.

"I knew you were a submissive little thing," he says between grunts. "We could've gotten here a lot quicker if you had just dropped the act earlier, darlin'." You can feel his shit eating grin against your shoulder.

"Really?" you gasp out, body sliding against the table with each thrust. "You want to argue about that now?"

His chuckle is low in your ear. "Just making a point, sugar." Jasper presses a kiss to the space just behind your ear before leaning back and fucking into you harder.

The rough wood of the table bites into your shoulders, but you don't care. All that matters is the feeling of him inside you, claiming you.

"Jasper," you moan, your voice filled with pleasure and desperation. "I need… I need you to cum inside me." You beg, your back arching impossibly more as he reaches around to toy with your clit.

He picks up the pace even more, slamming into you over and over again. "Almost there, doll," he says, his voice rough with lust. "Just wait for it."

You clench around him, trying to draw him deeper inside you. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but you're so, so close.

You feel your body tense and then release in a wave of pure pleasure. Your muscles clench around Jasper's cock, milking him as you experience your orgasm. A loud moan escapes your lips, and your hips buck against the table unconsciously. Sweat beads on your forehead, and your skin feels flushed with heat.

As your climax subsides, you feel a cool rush between your legs. Jasper's release. He groans deeply, his body shuddering against yours.

After a minute of him staying plastered to your back, keeping you bent over the table, you feel him slowly pull out of you, and you can't help but whimper in disappointment.

"Don't give me any of that, doll," Jasper gently chides. He scoops you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest. You wrap your legs around him, holding onto him tightly. The chill of his skin against your heated sex is comforting, soothing the ache.

He carries you to the couch, setting you down gently before standing up and pulling his boxers on and heading into the kitchen. While he's gone, you take the opportunity to catch your breath and compose yourself. When he returns, he has a damp cloth. He gently cleans between them, his touch soft and careful as he wipes up the remnants of your tryst. Neither of you speak as he cares for you, reveling in the comfortable silence that blankets the both of you.

Once your cleaned up, he helps you redress; he helps you pull your panties back on along with his shirt. He scoops you up into his arms again as he lays on the couch. As you curl against him once more, he kisses the top of your head. "There's my good girl," he whispers. "I've got you."

[whumpuary]

Whumpuary 2025!

(edit in case anyone actually reads this, i messed up and put "i'm fine" in twice for day 25 and alt prompt, so either ignore that or you can use "do it" as an additional alt prompt)

these prompts came together through community submissions and then a voting form where people voted for their favorites, here are the top 53 prompts

i want to try a slightly new format where there are still only 15 days for creation prompts but with additional community prompts/questions. those are entirely voluntary but are here to possibly inspire some community interaction and trying new things

i'm excited to see some awesome creations in january!

go here for info/rules/tagging go here for faqs

(note: number 31 is not a creation prompt and therefore not required to complete the challenge, it's just colored black so the colors add up)

text version of the prompts and rules is under the cut

(image description note: there are 31 numbered prompts, on each odd number the text color is black and on even numbers the text color is white)

Whumpuary 2025

a whump-themed multi media creation event for january

create for at least one prompt from each odd/black number to complete the challenge community prompts (even/white) numbers are voluntary

main prompts

1. sacrifice | headache | "this will hurt" 2. how did you find the whump community? 3. choice | storm | black eye 4. what are your favorite whump tropes? 5. "do you trust me" | manhandled | chills 6. share your favorite whump creations (others or yours!) 7. unfair fight | insomnia | "no one is coming" 8. what media genre do you like whump in? 9. trapped under rubble | gunpoint | out of time 10. write your own whump prompt 11. "i didn't ask for this" | blood | abandoned 12. create something in a new/less familiar medium 13. close call | sleep | choking 14. what's your favorite character dynamic? 15. handcuffed | dead | "please, stop" 16. leave a comment on a whump fic/art/creation 17. drugged | "i'm glad you're alive" | revenge 18. favorite whump medium? (movie, book, art, ...) 19. "let them go" | overworked | head injury 20. send a nice message to someone in the community 21. bruises | "who are you?" | immortality 22. take 10 minutes to work on a wip 23. backhand slap | alone | "i can't do this anymore" 24. what do you take inspiration in? 25. "i'm fine" | missing | drowsiness 26. draw/doodle something whumpy 27. stuck in a loop | twisting the knife | rescue 28. find a creator in the #whumpuary tag and send them an ask 29. kidnapped | "don't leave me" | devotion 30. make a whump meme 31. say something nice about your own work

alt prompts

hiding impaled "i'm fine" rain betrayal hair pulling darkness falling (added later, not in the image: "do it")

rules & info

-any medium is allowed (art, writing, gifs, edits, ...) -prompts are open for interpretation (but the context does have to be whumpy) -create for at least one of three prompts on creation prompt days (black/odd numbers) to complete the challenge -if you're not aiming for completionist you can do however many prompts you want any way you want -community prompts (white/even numbers) are voluntary and don't count for completionist (but can be combined with creation prompts if applicable) -use alt prompts to replace main prompts you don't like some works posted on tumblr will be reblogged if tagged correctly -#whumpuary2025 -#whumpuaryno1 (number of the prompt(s)) -#sacrifice #head injury #"i'm fine" (the prompt(s) you're using) -any trigger/content warning tags -any additional tags (fandom, oc, other used tropes, ...)

[count-on-mi]

Waterbomb (Nayeon)

Sky feels like a smoldering furnace of raw desire. The air is thick with sweat, heat, and the heady scent of lust, as the Waterbomb Music Festival pulses with roaring crowds, glowing sticks, and a chaotic sea of cheers. I’m standing in the VIP backstage lounge. Nayeon, who’s about to hit the stage for her solo promo. I’ve already cooked up a twisted, filthy game to push her to the edge of ecstasy.

The lounge reeks of their signature perfumes, mixed with the salty tang of sweat from their recent rehearsal, carrying a faint, intoxicating whiff of feminine allure. I pull a small, potent aphrodisiac pill from my pocket—custom-made for them, designed to set every nerve on fire and leave their pussies dripping like a flood. I grip Nayeon’s chin, forcing her to part those luscious red lips, revealing her pearly teeth and soft pink tongue, then shove the pill into her mouth. “Swallow it, Nayeon, you dirty little slut,” I growl. “Tonight, I want you writhing on that stage, letting the whole world see how I’ve fucked you senseless.” Her eyes flicker with a mix of shame and submission as her throat bobs, the pill sliding down. The drug hits fast—her cheeks flush a deep pink, her breathing quickens, and her chest heaves, the swimsuit straining over her trembling breasts, nipples hardening into tight little peaks beneath the fabric.

She’s wearing a sleek, high-neck one-piece swimsuit, deep blue and hugging her curves like a second skin. The neckline climbs to her collarbone, hiding her cleavage, but the fabric clings just enough to outline her full, round tits without revealing too much. It’s thin and tight, moving with her every step, adding a forbidden edge to her look. Before she heads out, I undo my belt slowly, fingers brushing the zipper, and before I can even pull it down, Nayeon drops to her knees like she’s been compelled by some primal urge. Her eyes burn with obedience and hunger, her lips parting to release a warm, sweet breath laced with that feminine scent. Without a word, her trembling hands yank down my boxers, and my cock springs free—rock-hard, like a heated steel rod, a few glistening drops of precum catching the light in a lewd shine. She moans, “Mmm… Master… so hard…” and takes the tip into her mouth, her tongue darting skillfully around the ridge, her warm mouth enveloping me in waves of tingling pleasure.

I lean down close, murmuring, “Nice one, Nayeon. You’re already serving Daddy’s cock—lick harder, let me hear that throat work.” Her head bobs slowly, lips sealed tight around me, a wet “gluck gluck” gurgling from her throat as saliva drips down my shaft, pooling on my balls with a sticky heat that makes me growl. One hand grips my base, thumb pressing into the throbbing vein, while the other massages my sack, her nails grazing the sensitive skin just enough to send a shiver through me. She looks up, eyes glazed with lust, spit dangling from her chin, and moans, “Mmm… ahh… Daddy… your cock’s so hot… I want to drain it dry…” Her tongue swirls around the head, dipping into the slit, sucking with a wet “slurp” that tightens her throat around me like a snug little pussy. I grab her hair, guiding the rhythm, thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She chokes out a muffled moan, tears and drool streaking her face, adding to the filthy beauty of it all. Her lips stretch wide, saliva spilling over her chin, soaking the edge of her swimsuit, her tits quivering beneath, nipples poking through the fabric like eager beacons. I order, “Open wider, Nayeon, take all my cum down your throat—don’t waste a drop!” With a final grunt, I erupt, hot streams flooding her mouth. She swallows hard, some spilling past her lips, dripping down her neck and staining her suit, the musky scent of my release filling the air. She licks up the remnants, panting, her gaze now dripping with submission and need.

I don’t give her a moment to catch her breath. From another pocket, I pull out a pink vibrator, smooth with tiny nubs designed to tease her most sensitive spots. I set it to low, the soft buzz humming to life, then tug down her denim shorts, revealing her damp panties. Her pussy’s outline shows through the thin fabric, lips swollen and glistening, a faint musky aroma wafting up like a siren’s call. I slide the toy into her panties, nestling it against her clit and between her folds, pressing until it’s snug in her slit. The vibration hums against her, and she jolts, letting out a stifled moan, “Mmm… Master… it’s… ahh… too much…” Her thighs clench instinctively, trying to dull the electric jolts, but the aphrodisiac has her pussy pulsing, juices trickling down her inner thighs, soaking her panties, the wet patch spreading with a potent sex scent.

I smirk, leaning to whisper in her ear, my tongue flicking her lobe with hot, wicked intent. “Hold it in, my filthy Nayeon. On that stage, I want the world to see you lose it to me.” I crank the remote to medium, and the toy’s buzz intensifies. Her legs buckle, nearly dropping her to the floor, her face flushing crimson, tits shaking under the suit, nipples jutting out harder. She bites her lip, struggling to stand, nodding with eyes full of surrender and desire, completely under my control. A staff member knocks, urging her on, and she stumbles toward the stage while I follow to the VIP area, remote in hand, ready to ramp up the torment and savor her debauched performance.

The stage lights wrap around Nayeon like lustful tendrils, her high-neck swimsuit clinging tighter as water cascades over her, tracing her curves. The deep blue fabric outlines her perfect shape, breasts rising without showing cleavage, adding a mysterious allure. The water drenches her, turning the suit semi-transparent, her nipples and the faint pink of her areolas peeking through under the harsh lights. Her shorts barely cover her plump ass, rips exposing the tender flesh of her upper thighs, the wet panty line clinging to her cheeks, hinting at the crease below and a shadow of pubic hair. Her juices and sweat mix, streaming down her legs, soaking the shorts, some dripping onto the stage with a lewd shimmer.

But her performance isn’t smooth. The aphrodisiac sets her body ablaze with uncontrollable need, her pussy feeling licked by invisible flames, each vibrator pulse striking her clit and deep inside like a live wire, nearly toppling her. She starts with steady dance moves, hips swaying, ass rolling, but when I switch the remote to medium, her legs tremble, juices leaking uncontrollably, staining her shorts with a dark patch. She bites her lip to stifle moans, face red, eyes hazy, like she’s drowning in pleasure. I’m not done—I toy with the settings, flipping between low, high, and medium, tormenting her sweet spots. When it spikes, she freezes, tits quaking, almost collapsing, whimpering, “Mmm… ahh… Master… help me…” The crowd thinks it’s part of the act, cheering louder, but I know she’s teetering on the edge, her pussy clenching, juices pooling on the stage, reeking of raw sex. I crank it to max—her legs give out, she nearly falls, clinging to the beat, a moan slipping out, “Daddy… I… ahh… can’t take it…” Her red hair tangles with sweat and water, tongue licking her lips, eyes begging me yet dripping with seduction. As she nears climax, her pussy spasms hard, a gush of fluid soaking her thighs, legs shaking uncontrollably—then I kill the vibe. She freezes, a flash of frustration and unfulfilled lust crossing her face, her hole still twitching, juices dribbling down as she bites her lip, pleading with her eyes for more.

After the show, the lights dim, and Nayeon staggers offstage, legs wobbling like jelly, her panties and shorts drenched, inner thighs slick with sticky fluid, droplets of cum hanging from the shorts’ edge, splashing the floor with each step. She bolts into the lounge, locks the door, and pounces on me like a horny beast, shoving me onto the couch. Her body presses against mine, tits mashed to my chest, hard nipples scraping through the suit, sending shocks through me. She gasps, voice hoarse and lewd, “Daddy… mmm… ahh… I can’t stand it… ha… the drug… the toy… it’s killing me… mmm… please… ahh… fuck my slutty hole with your big cock… ha… Master… give me your cum… ahh… I want to cum over and over…”

I seize her waist, pulling her close with a wicked grin. “Looks like my little slut’s desperate. Get on all fours—I’m going to break that pussy completely!” Her hands tear at my shirt, buttons popping, fingers raking my chest with hot trails before diving to my waist, ripping open my belt and yanking down my jeans and boxers. My cock’s steel-hard, precum oozing, the thick vein pulsing, tip purple and radiating heat. Her eyes gleam like a cat’s, moaning, “Mmm… ahh… so big… ha… so hard… mmm… Master… I want to lick your cock raw… ahh… let me taste your manly flavor…” She kneels, hands wrapping my base, thumb rubbing the slit, making me growl as precum drips onto her palm. She licks it off, purring, “Mmm… so salty… so thick…”

I loom over her, commanding, “Stop staring, Nayeon—open that mouth and treat my cock like your dinner!” She lowers her head, lips sliding over the tip, tongue flicking the ridge, her warm mouth engulfing me with tingling waves. Her head moves up and down, a wet “gluck gluck” from her throat as spit runs down my shaft, dripping on my balls, the sticky heat making me shudder. One hand kneads my sack, nails grazing, the other strokes my base, thumb pressing the vein, speeding up as she moans, “Mmm… ha… Master… your cock’s so hot… I want to please you… ahh…” Her tongue circles the head, dipping into the slit, sucking with a “slurp” that tightens her throat around me like a pussy. Her lips stretch, saliva spilling down her chin, soaking her suit’s edge, tits jiggling, nipples straining the fabric. I grip her hair, growling, “Suck harder, Nayeon—make me feel your throat worshipping me!” She goes wild, tongue swirling the tip, throat sucking with force that nearly undoes me, spit dripping to soak my pants, the air thick with sex.

Her hands get bolder—one kneads my balls, the other digs nails into my ass, mixing pain with pleasure. She looks up, eyes lost, lips red and stretched, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Daddy… your cock’s so hard… ahh… I want to swallow it…” She takes me deep, throat clenching tight, a wet “slosh slosh” as her tongue laps my base, teasing my balls, then back to the tip, hitting every sensitive spot. I roar, “Perfect, Nayeon—keep deep-throating, I’m going to flood your stomach!” With a final grunt, I cum, hot jets pouring into her throat. She swallows, some leaking out, dripping down her neck, staining her suit, the musky scent overwhelming. She licks up the rest, panting, eyes burning with submission.

She pulls off, cum dangling from her lips, licking them clean, gasping, “Mmm… ha… not done… ahh… Daddy… fuck me… mmm… ram that big cock into my slutty hole… make me cum till I die…” I stand, grabbing her arm with a devilish smirk. “Then Daddy’s turning your pussy into my personal fuck-pit—get ready to scream!” I tug her shorts and panties to her thighs, exposing her soaked cunt—lips swollen, juices running down her legs, pattering the floor. Her clit’s puffed like a grape, glistening, her hole gaping slightly, pink flesh peeking out, reeking of ripe sex. She moans, “Mmm… ha… so wet… ahh… Master… please… mmm… wreck me… ha… fill my slutty hole… make me squirt…” She straddles me, hands on my shoulders, knees on the couch, ass lifted, easing onto my cock with a cry, “Ahh… mmm… so big… ha… it’s in… ahh… hitting my womb… mmm… so hard… ha… Daddy… fuck me to death…”

I growl, “Clamp that pussy, Nayeon—let me feel your walls sucking my cock!” Her insides grip me like a tight fist, hot as a furnace, folds wrapping my head like tiny mouths, each thrust shaking her depths, juices dripping down my base to the couch with a wet “squish.” Her walls are slick and scorching, ridges rubbing my shaft, her womb’s entrance sucking the tip, sending jolts of pleasure. She starts riding, each drop taking me fully, ass slapping my thighs with “smack smack” sounds, her moans mixing in, “Mmm… ahh… so deep… ha… Master… fuck me… mmm… ahh… so good… ha… your cock’s amazing…” Her hips roll like waves, swaying front to back, circling, each tilt grinding her depths against me, fluids spilling from our join, soaking the couch, the air heavy with sex. Her pussy clenches like a hungry mouth, folds massaging me, juices trickling down, hitting my legs with a strong musk.

I slide a hand over her swimsuit, saying, “Your tits are begging for it, Nayeon—I’m going to ruin them!” Though the cleavage’s hidden, I feel them quake under the fabric, grabbing the swell, squeezing hard, thumb rubbing her nipple till it juts out. She screams, “Ahh… mmm… hurts… ha… so good… ahh… Daddy… crush my nipples… mmm… ahh… Master… harder…” My other hand smacks her ass, leaving a red print, the flesh jiggling as she wails louder, “Mmm… ahh… harder… ha… Master… fuck me… ahh… so deep… mmm… ha… spank me again… ahh… make my ass red…” Her walls clamp, nearly making me burst, fluids gushing out, dripping with a lewd sound, her scent thick like she’s lost control. Her ass trembles under my thrusts, the shorts’ edge chafing her thighs, adding a taboo thrill. I slip fingers under her suit, pinching her nipple, twisting till it reddens, saying, “Your nips are rock-hard, Nayeon—Daddy’s turning them into toys!” She shrieks, writhing, her pussy tightening to swallow me whole.

She leans down, lips on mine, tongue invading as she moans into the kiss, “Mmm… ha… ahh… so good… mmm… Master… kiss me… ha… fuck my mouth with your tongue…” I reply, “Open wide, Nayeon—let my tongue drive you wild!” Her tongue dances in my mouth, sucking my tip, spit drooling down her chin, soaking her suit, the slick feel fueling my fire. Her tits press my chest, nipples like stones, sending shocks. She rides faster, breasts bouncing wildly, cries endless, “Ahh… mmm… so fast… ha… Daddy… you’re killing me… ahh… mmm… hitting my womb… ha… Master… deeper…” Her walls convulse, folds grinding me, her womb sucking hard, pleasure overwhelming. She climaxes with a scream, “Ahh… mmm… I’m cumming… ha… ahh… so good… mmm… my pussy’s splitting… ahh… Daddy… cum inside…” I roar, “Take it, Nayeon—Daddy’s filling your womb!” Her walls milk me dry as I shoot, hot floods pouring in, her moan, “Mmm… ha… so hot… ahh… so full… mmm… Master… in my womb… ha… fill me…” Cum and juices spill out, dripping down my balls, the sticky mess on my thighs reeking of sex.

She’s insatiable, kneeling on the couch, ass high, hands on the backrest, glancing back with sultry eyes, panting, “Mmm… ha… again… ahh… Master… fuck me from behind… mmm… ram me hard… make me scream…” I stand, slapping her cheek, saying, “Alright, Nayeon, Daddy’s pounding you into a puddle from the back—brace yourself!” I eye her gaping hole, lips raw, clit swollen, cum leaking, the entrance still pulsing for me. I shift her shorts further, exposing her ass and pussy, leaving the suit and shorts around her thighs, and thrust in deep. She shrieks, “Ahh… mmm… so deep… ha… it’s in… ahh… hitting my womb… mmm… so hard… ha… Daddy… fuck me to death…” Her legs quake, juices streaming down, pattering the couch, the musk hitting hard like proof of her total ruin.

We’ve been at it since dusk, the lounge now a haze of her moans and the slap of flesh, lights fading from warm dusk to murky night. I grip her waist, pounding relentlessly, each thrust bottoming out, her ass quivering with “smack smack” echoes, the flesh blooming red under my hands. I say, “Wiggle that ass, Nayeon—make it better for me!” Her cries flow, “Mmm… ahh… so thick… ha… hitting my womb… ahh… harder… mmm… Master… fuck me… ha… ahh… so deep… mmm…” Her walls are tight, burning, my earlier load squelching with each pump, her broken moans, “Ahh… mmm… so good… ha… deeper… ahh… Daddy… wreck my pussy… mmm… ha… ahh…” I smack her ass again, a red handprint forming, flesh jiggling as I growl, “Louder, Nayeon—let those screams shake the walls!” She turns, eyes dazed, lips bitten red, gasping, “Mmm… ahh… Master… fuck me… ha… harder… ahh… I need… mmm… destroy me… ahh… so deep… ha… Daddy… more…”

Her words ignite me further. I yank her hair back, arching her spine, tits flailing under the suit like ripe fruit. I reach around, squeezing the swell, pinching her nipple hard, feeling it stiffen through the fabric as she wails, “Ahh… mmm… hurts… ha… so good… ahh… Daddy… crush my tits… mmm… Master… fuck me… ha… ahh… amazing… mmm…” I say, “Your tits are bouncing like crazy, Nayeon—I’m squeezing till they beg!” Her walls clench, sucking me in. I speed up, each thrust shoving her forward, ass reddening, her screams peaking, “Ahh… mmm… cumming… ha… Master… you’re killing me… ahh… so good… mmm… cumming… ahh… ha… ahh… Daddy… cum in me…” Her voice cracks between sobs and pleas, walls gripping me tight. I shoot again, flooding her womb, her climaxing shriek, “Ahh… mmm… you came… ha… so hot… ahh… so full… mmm… Master… cumming… ahh… ha… ahh… Daddy… fill me…” Her pussy drains me dry, cum and juices gushing out, splattering my thighs, the couch a mess of sex.

She’s still hungry, turning to face me, bottom bare but suit and shorts tangled at her thighs, body marked with my scratches and bruises, tits bearing my fingerprints, thighs coated in cum and fluids, her pussy swollen and leaking, drops hitting the couch with wet plops. She licks her lips, moaning, “Mmm… ha… not done yet… ahh… Master… mmm… I want more… ha… again… ahh… Daddy… fuck me one more time…” I grin, “You greedy little slut, Nayeon—Daddy’s fucking you till your legs give out tonight!” Her voice is a spell I can’t resist, my cock hardening again, tip slick with her juices and my cum, the sticky feel keeping me on edge.

She pushes me down, straddling me for another round, her hole red and puffy but still tight, burning hot, walls enveloping me as she rides, tits bouncing wildly under the suit, moans nonstop, “Ahh… mmm… so hard… ha… Daddy… fuck me… ahh… I need… mmm… cumming… ahh… ha… Master… deeper…” I say, “Roll those hips, Nayeon—let me go deeper!” Her waist undulates like a snake, each drop slamming me to her womb, “smack smack” ringing out, juices flooding the couch. Her walls are a searing cave, folds grinding me, pleasure surging. Her pussy sucks like a mouth, folds massaging, fluids dripping down, hitting my legs with a strong musk. She leans in, tits on my chest, nipples like rocks, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Master… so deep… ahh… you’re breaking me…” I retort, “Break then, Nayeon—your pussy’s my private fuck-hole, keep going!” I grab her tits, twisting the nipples, her scream, “Ahh… mmm… crush my tits… ha… so good… ahh… Master… harder…” Her walls clamp, I cum again, flooding her womb, her cry, “Ahh… cumming… ha… so hot… mmm… Daddy… fill me… ahh… Master… make me squirt…” A gush soaks me and the couch, the air thick with sex.

We plunge deeper into endless fucking, Nayeon’s pussy a ravenous beast, clenching my cock, the wet slaps and squelches echoing. She rides me through climax after climax, tits flopping, nipples like stones, dripping sweat and cum. Her walls are a blazing tunnel, folds ravaging my shaft, womb sucking the tip, pleasure unmatched. She moans, “Mmm… ha… Master… I love your cock… ahh… Daddy… more… make me your slave…” I say, “You’re already my slave, Nayeon—I’m fucking you till you beg!” I slap her ass, leaving red marks, pinching her nipples, her scream and squirt drenching me, fluids pooling, the musk overwhelming.

She collapses on me, gasping, eyes glazed, licking my ear, “Mmm… ha… Daddy… more… ahh… Master… fuck me forever…” I murmur, “Hold on, Nayeon—my mansion’s got worse in store, get up!” I flip her onto the couch, lifting her legs, shifting her shorts, ramming into her pussy. She shrieks, “Ahh… mmm… so deep… ha… Master… wreck me…” I pound hard, hitting her womb, the “slosh slosh” of cum and juices loud, her orgasms chaining, tits quaking, nipples red from my grip. She moans, “Mmm… ahh… Daddy… I’m cumming… ha… Master… cum again…” I growl, “Another load, Nayeon—your womb’s taking all my seed!” I erupt, filling her, overflow spilling out, soaking the couch.

We decide to head to my mansion for more. The sex stretches from dusk to night, the lounge a fog of lust, her moans and my grunts a dirty symphony. As we dress, her suit and shorts cling with sweat and fluids, her eyes longing. We reach my sleek car parked backstage—I slide into the driver’s seat, start the engine, and Nayeon kneels beside me, lips wrapping my cock again. I grip the wheel, focusing on the road, saying, “Nice, Nayeon—suck while I drive, don’t make me crash into a pole, got it?” The dim interior lights her face, eyes locked on my shaft, tongue teasing the tip with a “slurp,” her warm mouth sending shivers.

I navigate the night streets, skyscrapers reflecting off the glass, contrasting the car’s lewd vibe. I say, “Put some effort in, Nayeon—stick that tongue in, serve my cock right!” Her head bobs, lips tight, a “gluck gluck” from her throat as spit drips down my base, pooling on the seat, the scent thick. One hand grips me, thumb on the vein, the other massages my balls, nails grazing, making me growl. I add, “Don’t stop, Nayeon—make your mouth as tight as your pussy!” She looks up, eyes hazy, spit on her chin, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Master… so hard… ahh… I’ll suck you to the mansion…” Her tongue circles the head, dipping into the slit, sucking with a “slurp,” throat clenching like a pussy.

I steer around traffic, growling, “Faster, Nayeon—let me feel your throat take me!” Her skills sharpen, tongue swirling, throat sucking with force that tests my focus. The car fills with her moans and wet sounds, the air heavy with sex. She speeds up, head pumping, cock sliding in and out with “pat pat” taps, spit dripping to soak my pants. Her hands get daring—one kneads my balls, the other claws my ass, mixing pain and pleasure. I say, “Great job, Nayeon—keep going, I’m cumming down your throat!” She looks up, lips red and stretched, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Daddy… so hard… ahh… I’ll swallow…” She takes me deep, throat tight, a “slosh slosh” as her tongue laps my base, teasing my balls, then back to the tip.

I drive, gripping her hair, “Swallow it, Nayeon—let my cum flood your throat!” I thrust deep, she chokes, tears streaming, sucking harder. The car rolls steady, my focus split between road and pleasure, saying, “Your mouth’s a vacuum, Nayeon—tighter than your cunt!” I cum hard, jets pouring into her, she swallows, some leaking, dripping onto her suit, nipples glistening under the light. I order, “Lick it clean, Nayeon—not a drop left!” She obeys, panting, eyes submissive, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Master… so hot… ahh… I want more…” The car slowly heads to the mansion, we both know it's going to be another sleepless night.

[kinichval]

cw: cockwarming, blowjob, penetration, implied exhibitionism, implied breeding.

pro-valorant player!kinich loves having you sit prettily on his cock while he plays video games with his friends. you're just there, head nuzzled in his neck, arms falling from his shoulders to his back, and pussy warmly wrapped around his dick.

it's so hard not to bounce on it when you can't keep think of anything else but to have his attention, you feel like dying at every second that pass without movement.

kinich is way too occupied with fighting for victory, he's not a loud gamer, but when he drops a few curses here and there—it's sultry and deep, fuck, it makes your pussy flutter and soak his dick with more of your fluids.

each click of his keyboard when his fingers press certain keys burn into your ear drums as if any more of those sounds will send you off the edge and start grinding. sometimes you loathe those noises because why aren't his fingers plunging in you instead? but no—you must resist the urges.

maybe the thick air of heat and undying need to be fucked makes time slower than it actually is, but lucky for you, kinich won't let you wait any longer because when he sees 'victory' on his screen, he relishes on his reward and allows you to finally (and happily) bounce on his cock.

or sometimes pro-valorant player!kinich would love to have you sucking on his cock under his gaming desk while he's fighting for his life (and rank) on a ranked game.

this was a fantasy come true, you were way too shy in admitting this one, but thankfully kinich is just as enticed with the idea as you. the next thing you know, the underside of his desk is cleared up only for you claim residency in.

the pleasure from your mouth is like a wave through his body. his fast paced fingers were slightly offbeat when all that dominates in his mind is how good you feel around him, how pliant and submissive you are as you suck him off; now, it wouldn't be a nice trade if you give him the best head of his life, but he loses this round, no?

he could read the complaints from his teammates that his gameplay is amiss, they don't know if kinich is slacking off or the opponents are actually stronger. but he doesn't care—maybe a little bit, his goal is to reach radiant—when his pretty girl is bobbing her head on his dick and glancing up to him with your pretty doe eyes, it's your way of supporting him as you were not into gaming as much as he does.

the tension in his lower body competes with his beating heart. adrenaline rushes through his veins for two reasons: one more win and victory is theirs, and fuck, he's close to cumming.

and goodness gracious was it a scene out of a movie when 'victory' comes up on his screen as he cums inside the warm cavern of your throat. fuck, that was the best head of his life.

however, when 'defeat' is flashed on his screen right at the last win needed for him to finally get out of immortal, pro-valorant player!kinich wastes no time in putting you in between him and his computer set up. your hands on his desk, shirt bunched up, bottoms down on your ankles, and he's seeking for the comfort of your pussy. but damn, his thrusts are hard and mean, a reflection of his frustration from that bitter loss.

your whines and moans get louder as he hits your sweet spot over and over again. his mic may or may not be still on, but that's the least of your worries right now.

"fuck, can i come inside?"