#squishing and stretching putty and things like that

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[solomon-tozer]

Reasons why Goodsir is Unlikely to have initially Inspired Confidence amongst the Ratings

Least experienced medical professional

Not a weathered naval man

Is the one to perform autopsies (no one wants to be cut open after death!)

Autopsied John Hartnell wrong

Was with David Young when he died screaming out in fear

Undermined the confidence the men got from Des Voeux's 'shoot it in the head and carve it up for supper' with his worrisome 'and if it's not alone?'

Couldn't save Silna's father (and wanted to try. See also: racism)

Made the men put the charms back, which were later realised to be probably quite important

Wanted a chaperone lol get a load of this guy he's scared of a bear

Chose to go to Terror with Silna rather than stay with the majority of men on Erebus (also after spending a lot of time with her)

Was the one who took over feeding Jacko, who died in agony not long after

Energy full of panic/not as practiced at hiding uneasiness or concern from the crew/not as stoic

[impishjesters]

Touch starved Jax x Reader (SFW version)

warning(s): suggestive themes, nonsexual physical intimacy note(s): it's not mentioned but any physical contact is consensual, you'd immediately back off if he showed any real discomfort. A/N: I originally had a more NSFW version of this in mind.. but I decided to do a more SFW version for now with suggestive themes. I could be persuaded to do a more NSFW version though..

Jax has been stuck here for god knows how long, he’s met people who came and those who “left” and never got attached or close

until you showed up…

friendship has him confused and conflicted because it’s so much more handsy than he remembers offline

you’d been far more touchy than the others, holding his hand and pulling him along to wherever just to keep hanging on him

throwing your legs over his when the two of you were chilling, or even lying across his legs

climbing on him and then having the audacity to make him give you a piggyback ride??

Ragatha tried to warn you so many times in the beginning that testing him like that was a really bad idea

not that it stopped you, whether it was stupidity or bravery you kept touching him, and honestly? as much as it bugged him in the start, now he looks forward to it

no one says anything, but he kind of looks like a dejected puppy when you pull away from him after being glued to him for more than ten minutes

like to say the two of you were warm is a stretch, but it just feels warm ya know?

and the only other times he’s really touched someone or been touched was to shove someone, throw their arm around them, and yank them along. small stuff ya know?

so when you suddenly just drop into his lap one day and cuddle into him? he’s absolutely shook

if others are around when you do this be prepared to get chewed out later, but first, he’s gotta stop blue screening and actually remember the two of you aren’t alone

later though? oh, he’s gonna complain that you can’t just do that with others around, there might be a tiny argument but once it’s settled he’ll tell you to do it again…

if there’s this much touching and contact as friends..what about if the two of you were dating??

when that day does hit, Jax..is vastly unprepared

cuddling and hand-holding get cranked up from a 5 to a 12, even in front of the others (honestly half of them saw this coming? if anything they were grateful the two of you stopped beating around the bush already. except Kinger, he still seems confused every time he sees it)

the back and shoulder rides don’t change much except there’s definitely a hand or two sliding further up the leg (thumb stroking over your ankle or calf) or directly on the ass—what don’t blame him for enjoying the squish

the thing that really makes the difference from friends to lovers? kissing

(well okay there’s verbal change but this is about physical contact, that’s a whole other can of worms he’s unprepared for)

Jax has kissed before—just not while here…and sure his teeth might make things a lil tricky but the two of you are very quick to learn how to work around that wink wink

now Jax actually likes taking a break from following the idiots around to just laze in his or your bed with you laying on him or limbs tangled and just kissing. doesn’t even have to be on the lips, face, hands, arms, man has no limits (he's eating this shit up)

man is not ready for those little laze dates when they turn into any form of heavy petting… let’s just say he’s absolute putty in your hand..

[nekassvariigs]

The type of dumbass shit theyre up to when theyre alone.

Mihawk, Kid, Law,Luffy,Zoro,Sanji, Franky, Katakuri, Marco ,Buggy.

Mihawk

As stern as he is this guy sometimes lets his intusive thoughts win, slicing carrots with his blacksword, then acting all proud of himself about it.

But he cant share it because what would you even say to that..

he later stares at himself like a snot nosed idiot cleaning his blade proclaiming hed never do it again.

he did it again, it was very fun

Kid

If hes super bored and has nothing to do with his time and i mean NOTHING to do with his time.

This dumb tulip will put bolts in his nose, god forbid anyone comes knocking, he'd panic trying to get them out, one would get stuck and hed try to play it off as a new idea. i mean really hed be commited to it trying not to look like more of an idiot than he is.

Zoro

He doesnt allow his intrusive thoughts to win but one time instead of flipping the rubics cube right because one part was in the wrong place he ripped and reglued all the stickers to solve it "prefectly"

Luffy

He whines alot when hes bored but he magically solved the issue by putting his finger in his nose, it was like an ADHD thing for him, he sat there staring into space enjoying the void.

Franky

He blasts some songs and proceeded to do the nastiest filthiest sluttiest choreography youve even witnessed.

"Dude." you stare at him flash going off from your camera.

Law

He takes it easy when hes bored but he always gets a bit goofy when it comes to Bepo, this poor fluff ball has no idea whats gonna happen to him.

Law proceeds to squish his face feeling like a little kid accomplishing something each time he arranges bepos face in a funny way, he plays with his wrinkly face stretches his gums etc. Bepo sits there constantly not understanding whats going on. Later gets a snack from Law for his bs.

Buggy

Plays Mr.Potatohead. Rearanging himself ears on his hips eyes on his feet etc. Creeps himself out but does it anyway.

Katakuri

Eats too many sweets then plays with his drool because it acts like putty, he stands there hands in his pockets as he shoots out a strand sucking it back in before hes unable to save it. If it drops it drops

If you see him doing this please play along, he gets bored fast sometimes.

Marco

Plays with his feathers. He observes them like hes running his hand through a candle never feeling it burn, the human brain cannot comprehand this fenomenon.

Sanji

If hes showering he impresionates everyone, Franky chopper Law anyone. For any woman he pictures he holds out two loofas on his chest doing a girly scream.

"Sanji-" you blink at him flash going off as he stares at you before realising.

New navy wanted poster aquired.

If hes truly confident hes alone he'll play with Nami's makeup only to be spotted by Zoro.

"Dragqueen headass."

[velvetmud]

I'm OBSESSED with your writing for Joel. I loved the Stanley Kubrick fic. Could you write one with Joel taking nasty photos *Love you*!

thank you thank you !!! I’m so glad eeeeeeeee

sorta thinking of this one as like another version to my other porn filmer joel fic

warning(s): explicit 18+, dirty talk, etc

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“Just lift that up a little. Only what you wanna show. Yeah, atta girl. That’s perfect.”

It started ever since you plopped yourself in his lap, and Joel hasn’t been able to resist himself. He also refused to keep his hands in one place. They’re on the back of your neck, pulling you down for your lips to meet his. They’re rubbing down your back and squeezing his favorite softer parts. Soon enough one of those hands snuck over to his bedside table to snatch his digital camera.

“Please baby,” he murmurs down in your ear. Gruff, raspy. His thumb hovers over the power button. “Always wanna look at how pretty you are begging in my lap like this. How pretty you are all the damn time.”

You intentionally hide your bashful cheeks from him and the camera lens. He knows what to say and how to say so you melt like butter and turn to putty in his arms.

“Only if you’re in them too.”

Though he could sense the underlying insecurities floating up to the surface, he stops them in their tracks and gives you a reality check.

“Okay, sweet thing. It’s okay. S’nothing wrong with you, sweetie. Only show the camera what you want to.”

Now, he’s gently pulling your hips down to grind up and down his bare aching length. Both your clothes stay lazily strung on, only what was necessary exposed. His zipper was yanked down, camera glued to his palm. Mouth agape whenever you pressed harder down on his tip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck don’t move. Stay just like that,” he says in a hurry as his mouth waters at the sight before him. The head of his cock squished against you, with your lacey white panties shoved to the side with half his shaft poking out from his jeans. It was a no brainer that it would be a beautiful shot, one that he’d go back to revisit whenever he spent afternoons with only his hand.

Your hair falls in your face from looking down as he snaps a couple photos. His thumb hooks to the inside of your shirt, ever so slightly lifting it up to reveal more of your skin to him and his camera.

“This okay, baby?”

A nod.

He smooths the same thumb in circles by your hip bone, marveling at his upcoming spank bank portfolio. Once he’s satisfied his eager teasing comes to a stop as he marks a trail of kisses down the bone of your jaw.

“Put it in when you’re ready, baby. Nice and slow.”

The thick tip was intimidating to first sink down on, but Joel doesn’t seem to mind. He captures several more images of you spreading yourself and welcoming him in to the wet warmth he’d both kill and die for.

“That’s it. All the way down. Don’t wanna miss an inch, now.”

He could be lodged in your stomach by this point and it’d only excite you even more.

“Feel good, babygirl? Nice and filled up, huh? Go ‘head and move on it.” he instructs, aiming the lens right above where he disappears between your lips. You do as you’re told, making little figure eights and clenching down to wet his length. “So shy even while I’m inside you, fuck.”

Joel captured a couple pictures while your hips were in motion. Sheathing him.

He almost loses it when he starts to see a trail of your evidence left behind on the base of his dick, each and every time you go up and down. He doesn’t think twice before zooming in and taking more. Maybe he’s greedy. Maybe he’s a pervert. But not even a million dollars could take his camera and it’s contents away from him.

“Alright now, want you to bounce on it baby girl. Fast and hard. Take all you can.”

At the drop of a hat you’re following directions, uncaring of the way his denim grazed your thighs with every pump, or the way your panties stretched to the side and made indents onto your skin. Joel is heaving from the moment you started. Hypnotized by the bounce of your chest, he shamelessly indulges himself by turning the flash on then pointing it at your hard nipples arching through your t-shirt.

While you brace yourself to keep up the quick heavy pace with your hips, Joel almost feels himself fall right off the edge. Immediately he’s yanking you down to stay buried to the hilt. Your juices have multiplied, mixing so pretty with his. As he catches his breath, he feels you tighten down on him with needy force while you’re whining in his ear.

“Shhh, I’m taking care of you babygirl,” he promised, sneaking a pointer finger to rub your swollen clit.

Joel bets these visuals alone could give Playboy a run for their money as you drip and tremble when he rubs harder, faster.

“Joel, Joel yes.”

“Gonna cum for the camera, baby? Yeah, that’s it, fuck on it just like that.”

He notes how lazy and wild your rhythm has become, those sounds mixing so poetically right along with his name. Nothing could’ve prepared him for how hard you squeeze down on him during your long strokes, from top of his tip until you couldn’t fit anything more.

As you come down and relax in his arms, your dead weight sprawls out deliciously across him. Granting him even better access to fuck himself up into you. As he braces himself, he makes a last minute decision to heave you up to pull his cock out of you. The girly whimpers you uncontrollably belly out from the sudden emptiness feeds right into his blinding orgasm. He wants so badly to ram his tip all the way inside, fill you up with his children. Admire the way his cum would drip and spill out of you, an innocent girl curled up in his lap stuffing herself with his cock.

But he’s on a different mission instead, deciding to play that particular fantasy out a little later.

He doesn’t have to stroke himself long before his cum leaks out in long, thick spurts across your pussy and your lower belly. The growls he makes are throaty and deep, almost sounding as if it were out of anguish instead of pleasure. Closing his eyes only a brief moment to right himself, he peels them open again to admire the mess.

Sticky pools of his spend gathered on your skin and spread to your panties. To his surprise, you nod over to the camera and spread yourself wider to get one last lewd shot.

Joel thinks he’s passed and gone to heaven as he scrambles to find wherever he dropped it. He keeps his eyes glued to yours until looking down at the little screen. With one last satisfying shot of your bare open legs smeared with his cum, he lies back and tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Did so amazing on me, baby girl. We made a mess,” he laughs, feeling some of it spill on the crotch of his denim. You join his laughter and eagerly ask him to show you everything he’d captured.

You get moved to sit sideways in his lap as you both scroll through each and every one. It was clear to see just how excited he’d gotten so fast, his stubborn cock already half filled just seeing you wet and desperate on top of him.

Both of you knew there’d be time for more, and while you discuss your favorites from his little photo album, he wraps his arm around you and shows you the very last photo he’d taken. Both your juices splayed out and combined together on top of you.

“Look at this one, baby. Should be on a dirty poster,” he grins. “See? There’s no reason to be so shy.”

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getting a little back on the writing stuff bandwagon :’) thank you for any love,anons,shares, anything. it means so much to me:)

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[zoros-ankles]

The aftershow

Paring: Drummer!kidd x f!reader

Warnings: nsfw, aggressive sex?, unprotected, use of “whore”

MDNI!!!

he looked so good up there sweat dripping down his forehead biceps flexing cheeky smirk on his face and he smashed the symbols. his eyes met yours he winked at you and you instantly knew you were fucked. putty in his hands. the song ended and they thanked the audience for having them nami law and killer exiting the stage first and immediately heading to the dressing room. kidd waited for you back stage. “you did so good baby” you jumped into his arms “yeah i know i did” he replied kissing your cheek. “what’s the plan for tonight” you asked as if you didn’t already know. you were kidd’s whore his own personal groupie. every show ended with you pressed up against a wall or bent over. “y/n?” you snapped out of it look up and your best friend. “what’d you say sorry” he stared at you in confusion “i said i have to get a few things from the dressing room before we head home” you wrapped your arm around his “let’s go them” you smiled and began walking towards the dressing room. “killer” you screamed letting go of kidd’s arms. “you were amazing on bass up there all eyes were on you and your hair looked so good” you were so eager to see him yeah you were at all their shows but killer was usually gone before you and kidd got back to the room. the three of you grew up together and when you were younger you had this small crush on killer but once you got to high school it was all eyes on killer except for yours which were always on kidd. “thanks y/n it’s been a while you should come over sometime it’s not the same without you” he squished your cheeks before picking up his bass and heading out.

“what was that about?” kidd shifted his body to face you. “what do you mean” you looked over at him “you were practically drooling over him” he scoffed “bruh i just told him he did a good job” you started collecting kidd’s stuff. “you should come over some time it’s not the same without you” he mocked. “kidd fuck off and hurry up what if i was drooling over him it’s not like we’re together” you know you fucked up as soon as you let the words roll off your tongue “oh fuck” you mumbled. “we’re not together? we’re not together but we live under the same roof i take you out all the time you come to all my shows and i’m fucking you every night? but no we’re not together” you could see how much you just pissed him off. “you never…i mean it’s not official or anything” he said nothing only walking over to the door and locking it. he walked up to you backing you into a wall with his hand around your neck he attacked your lips. you put your hand against his chest in an effort to push him off only resulting in him using his free hand to pin it against the wall. he pulled back allowing you to catch your breath “kidd i didnt mean” you were cut off by him picking you up and setting you on the couch. “it’s too late for that” he pulled your shirt over your head then pulled off your skirt and underwear throwing it somewhere in the room. you moaned from the cold air on your now exposed skin. he soon joined you removing his shirt and pants. “i should just let you have it without stretching you out first” he spit on your pussy bringing his thumb to rub circles on your clit. your back arched from the new sensation. “mmm kidd” he said nothing only putting two fingers in and replacing his thumb with his tongue. your hands reached down and rested on his head and he started moving his fingers. “kidd can you” he stopped looking up at you eyes filled with lust and anger you really fucked up. he sat up “come here i want you to ride me” you only nodded before climbing on his lap. you lined yourself up slowly easing yourself on his cock. “fuck” he threw his head back when he bottomed out. you gave yourself a second it had only been a few days but for some reason he felt a lot bigger. kidd’s hands rested on your side and you began moving. “goddd you feel so” you were interrupted by him grabbing your hips and slamming you on his dick. he picked up the pace thrusting into you while moving to up and down on his cock. “kidd fuckkkk” flipping you on your back he pinned your arms above your head fucking you like he hated you. “we’re not together? you wanna fuck whoever you want like the fucking whore that you are hm?” he brought one hand down to your neck “kidd i’m close” he stopped completely “hold it you don’t deserve to cum” pulled out fully before ramming back into you “you think he would ever make you feel like good? do you wanna be with him?” he was rough with you more than usual. “kidd n- no only you it’s only been fuckkkk” he picked up pace pushing your leg against your chest so he could have a clear path. “finish your sentence it’s only been what” he began roughly kissing your neck “fuck i love you kidd it’s only been you” his thrust began to slow as he looked at you in an effort to read your expression to see if you were telling the truth. “baby please let me cum” arms wrapping around his neck. “cum with me then” you both finally released not thinking about the fact that kidd didn’t pull out. after a few more thrusts he pulled out and pulled you on his lap facing him. “did you mean it?” he stared at you waiting for you to respond. your ears were ringing and vision was blurred all you could manage to do was place a kiss on his cheek before burying your head in his neck. “yes i’ve always loved you”.

a/n it’s been so long since i write stuff like this can’t promise i won’t freak and delete!

[greycaelum]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Painter Reader

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request: 26 & 28 [ List is Here ]

squishing their cheeks, wiping away/her tears

Notes & Warning: fluff; Word Count: 2.2k

For the amazing artist who kept feeding me all the KnY arts of the Gojo Munchkins, thank you so much for simply blessing me with serotonin with your beautiful arts. I hope you enjoy this one! Thank you for joining! —Grey,

Ocean Eyes

Satoru is not a stranger to playing with your adorable cheeks. That's all he thinks whenever he plans his shenanigans just to see you pout. He's not foreign to your tears too, tears of joy, the painful ones from your frustrations, or those pretty cries you make while writhing underneath him in heights of passion. Little do you know that he badly wishes to be the one who will wipe those tears away and hug you when things gets tough.

Right now he stares as you unveil your art exhibit. He told you he's coming back tomorrow from an overseas mission, but really he just wants you to focus on today's event. And also it's a part of his plan...

"Take off your shirt Satoru." You frowned.

"Woah! I didn't know my sweetie pie would have this kink." He gestured to the wide-open beach and himself. "Really? Are you gonna share ME with all these people? Yadda! Yadda!" Satoru squealed and giggled.

"... Are you gonna help me or what?" An irk mark formed on your temples.

"I just have to get in the water, right? Piece of cake, even if you need me to swim the Pacific Ocean; I, your boyfriend will dare the w—amph"

You stuff his mouth with your half-eaten sandwich and push him to the edge of the sand and sea. Satoru sighed and took off his shirt revealing his glorious well-toned body.

He always wear shirts that covers his body in public, however in the confines of your home? A topless Satoru complaining about heat always grace your eyes with his rippling muscles. He glances at you and winks. "Like what you're seeing?" He runs back to you and cups your face. "Kiss me first, then I'll model for you." Satoru grins, lips hovering over yours, his nose rubs the bridge of yours eliciting butterflies in your stomach and heat pooling in your belly that you can only pout and desperately hide your flaming cheeks.

This man! Does he know the severity of his impact on your sanity? Surely no. Because if yes, he will only add more until you melt like putty in his hands. You shrug off the eyes of bystanders despite your internal self dying from embarrassment with Satoru and his public display of affection.

Standing on your tiptoes your lips touch over Satoru's cold and soft ones, a fleeting touch of your lips and you nudge his cheeks with your nose.

"Hurry up, we're gonna lose the golden hour 'Toru!" You readied the camera. But Satoru's lips stretch so wide, leaning in for another quick one before entering the sea.

"Tough love. Hey! My talent fee is not just this sandwich right?!" He waded into the water until it reach his waist. Behind him, the sun is kissing the horizon. "I'm the best model you could get out there and you give me, just this sandwich? Sucks to be a model, bleh!" He complained but got into position. Half of his body submerged in the sea and the other half of his perfectly sculpted natural muscles, every bulge from his pectorals down to the lines of his abs outlining the ridges of Satoru's Adonis belt, well defined and dripping with the seawater...

"Do you know that sudden feeling of seeing the ocean and having the urge to swim to the ends of the world? Forgetting all your worries and disappearing forever?" His blue eyes stared intensely at you. Beautiful ocean eyes take you in with those enigmatic hues of blue and the fading light of the sun reflected on the opaque waters. "I don't have that urge." He held his hands up in surrender and splash the water on your face and ran away, laughing his hearts out.

What the fuck?!

"Satoru come back here? Jerk!"

He watches you pull off the cloth on the main piece. The spectators stood in awe before that canvas. A beautiful man with such profound and mysterious blue eyes, behind is the sun sinking into the sea.

"Ocean Eyes..." You murmured the name of the piece with a proud smile on your face as your spectators are in a trance of the beauty and realism of the art.

Blue has always been a pensive color for you. It represents the melancholy of sadness and at the same time freedom. Whenever your lover takes off his blindfold and lets you gaze into the depth of his beautiful ocean eyes, you find yourself stuck staring and completely mystified how Satoru's eyes could hold so much of the world beyond your reach.

"Is there a reason why your artworks emphasize the ocean and sky?" One of the curators asked.

You just smiled and casually answered, "There's just something about the sky and ocean that screams the idea of limitless, and the man in this painting made me feel that way every time I stare into his ocean eyes."

The exhibit was a success. All of your pieces were bought... You read over the list of the orders, making sure you got everything right.

The months it took you to finish all these big and small canvases, mixing the paint and taking the paintbrushes. You're delighted to know about the profit, I mean who wouldn't be? That's the payoff of your hard work. But somehow you can't help but feel empty...

Perhaps you're simply sentimental and value your works so much that it's sad to think tonight will also be the last night you can feel and gaze at them freely...

Particularly on your most favorite. Ocean Eyes... Satoru. You are not adamant about selling the painting. Until now, you're still torn if you'll accept the offer.

You fumbled in your pocket and read the message of the one who wants to buy the art.

Name your price...

"Baby!" A voice full of joviality echoed in the showroom. Satoru walks in with a wide smile on his face, holding a bouquet of... Snacks. Lollipops and cotton candy in a wrapper sticking out forming a bouquet.

The heaviness in your heart grew deeper. To be selfish even in just this one won't be that bad right? You wanna keep that artwork. Badly. You poured your heart and soul on that thing, and there's Satoru in it.

Call it possessiveness or whatever but the more you think about it, you can't bear thinking of any stranger eyeing Satoru.

"'Toru..." You opened your tired arms and Satoru knew the drill. Setting aside the bouquet, he opened his arms and envelope you in his familiar and comfortable embrace. His strong arms hoisted your tired body and lift you to sit on the nearby table. Instinctively, your arms snaked around his waist and buried your face into the crook of your boyfriend's neck, taking in the woody musk and his natural cool masculine scent that immediately calms you down.

"There, there. Was anyone mean to my Baby?" He cooed and cup your cheeks in his large palms. "Why are you pouting? Are you hungry?" Insensitive he is at many things but Satoru can pride himself in being observant, especially with you.

"I don't pout when I'm hungry." You scoffed at his stupid guess.

"I beg your pardon?" Satoru rolls his eyes at your remark. He knows how cranky you are when your tummy is empty. He hums and with his thumb and forefinger pinch and squish your cheeks. "Yes you are, my little brat."

He kneaded and squish the apple of your cheeks, amused at how soft and adorable you can get, so much that he wanna bites you!

"'Shaoru nooo! Swaph!" Your words became muffled as you tried breaking free from his fingers but Satoru has another thing in mind.

"What's wrong? I'm not letting go until you tell me." He stuck his tongue childishly and kept a firm hold on your cheeks. Stretching and kneading your cheeks like a mochi until they are now like the cheeks of a blushing maiden.

"That's my pretty girl right there."

"I'm not pretty anymore! It hurts!" You accused with tearful eyes, cupping your aching cheeks

Satoru just chuckled and gently cupped your cheeks over your hands, delicately brushing the underside of your eyes.

"What's wrong Baby? It's either you tell me or gonna tell me?"

Where is the justice in those options? Your shoulders slumped and motioned him to hug you.

"I don't wanna sell the painting I have with you..." Came out like a whisper as you bury your head into his chest.

"Well, you don't have to." He sighed, stroking your head.

"But I need the money." Yeah... you need it. Rents to pay, bills to be due... This is not a fairy tale where it's a happy ever after when you pursue what your heart is passionate about you got to put your effort and sacrifices to make it work.

"You have me." Satoru comically points out. Your hand weakly punches him and Satoru groans in amusement. Too bad he didn't bring his black card with him today. But you're not that kind of woman. "You know what Baby, I can model for you again. I know you can make better ones. You're a great artist, believe in that."

The next day you watch your artworks being carefully moved out of the showroom to be shipped and delivered to their distinctive new owners.

"And that's it?" you asked Ruka, your assistant, the two of you glanced in the showroom with nothing more left.

"I already listed everything Y/n-san, you can check about the sales and expenses." After you two settled everything you're finally done for today.

After much deliberation last night with Satoru, you came to the conclusion that it's okay to sell it. Satoru believed you can do better and supported your decision as well. The price, however? Satoru suggested at least a million.

Name your price... The buyer said and Satoru took that to heart talking about the market value of his face and etc.

¥2,500,000.00

Sold... You were secretly hoping the buyer would back off but it was a piece of cake and the payment was wired into your account without hassle.

Time to start a new project, it seems. You opened the door to your home. Plopping yourself on the sofa to soak in the much-needed thinking time. Still a bit sad about the painting but you understand it's for the best at this time.

"Hey, you're home! How was it?" Satoru sauntered into the living room, fresh out of the shower. The idiot dropped himself on top of your resting body, basically crushing you with his weight,

"Done, tired..."

"I cleaned your art room." He whispers and kisses the back of your neck. "Praise me, quick!"

You weakly chuckled at his lame attempt of childish way to grab your attention. But hey it works... pretty effective too.

"Thank you 'Toru, you're the best." You reach out and brought the back of his palm to your lips, kissing it with heartfelt thanks.

Satoru's lips stretch at those words. Yes, he is. He comes down of your body and lifts you up in his arms. "I'll show you how a good boyfriend I've been."

"I'm tiredddddd!" You whined but wraps your arms around his neck, letting him carry you like a princess across the room.

"I knew you were sneaking behind my back at midnights to come down here and paint." Satoru starts and your spine stiffened. You knew how much of a light sleeper he is put you thought he never noticed it. "I also know your arms go numb and those stiff necks after painting for hours. How sore do you get after working." He asks you to open the doorknob to your art room and he pushes it with his foot.

"So I hope you won't make me sleep on the sofa for doing this to you." He walks in and turns to the right.

A painting hung on the wall, right exactly where you hung it after you completed painting the canvas.

You don't know how to express the emotions when you saw the painting right in front of you. A silent whimper and whine left your constricted throat as you bury your face in your hands and hide in Satoru's neck.

"Why did you do this to me?" You sniffled between muffled sobs and small laughs. "You're bad." What sane boyfriend would make his lady agonize over her being sold work only to buy it behind her back and present it as a gift? "Ahhhh..." You cried and breathe in but the smile on your lips is palpable, glaring at Satoru with indicting eyes and yet you cannot hide the happiness bubbling inside you..

Satoru laughs, he sets you down and pried your hands away from your face.

"Hey, why are you crying?" He tried to suppress his laughs as he watches your watering eyes leak down tears on your cheeks. You're pouting and crying but your eyes swim in delight. "You like it?" Satoru gathers the beads of moisture rolling down your face with his thumb. Wiping your tears away, knowing that deep in his heart you may be crying because of him, but he can mend and make it up to you more than you can imagine.

You nod while laughing in your sobs. "'Toru! You don't make your girlfriend cry overnight and make her cry again in daylight." You held his wrist and feel the edges of his fingertips wipe away the last of your tears. "Why? You're so bad." You pouted and look at him for answers.

"Why?" Satoru chuckled and wipe the tears away so you can see him clearer. "Coz you're the only person allowed to admire my body... The only person I want to look at with my ocean eyes..."

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[companionwolf]

fidget toy rankings (under cut bc its long + I will add to it even more >:3c)

Fidget cube: these are very good; second choice right now for combating dermatillomania; I like every side of the cube; 10/10

Cat fidget cube: I don't like this one nearly as much as the standard cube-- the only part I like is the button nose and crank tail; 3.5/10

Spinner ring: first choice for dermatillomania issues; 10/10

Boink: kind of boring; 3/10

Infinity cube: I don't like these: 1/10

Cube spinner: kinda weighted; mine is a fun blue color; therapist recommended this to me as a focus point for when I'm distressed; I like it a lot; 10/10

Palm Pal: small squishy friend! 9/10

Tangle: these aren't my favorite but they do their job well; 6/10

Tangle relax: I like these more than regular tangles because of the texture; 7/10

Little magnetic balls: another one therapist recommended; I love these, mine is rainbow; 10/10

Marble maze: it's a fabric maze, it doesn't do very much; I like it more than the boinks though; 4/10

Rolling bike chain fidget: I like these but I dunno how to use them right; mine has orange (: 5/10

Bike chain fidget: I don't understand how to use this ): 1/10

Thinking putty: good but i can't use it while wearing rings; I don't like the scented ones; 6/10

Kinetic sand: yes yes love this thing the sand; mine is blue; it go squishy!!!! 10/10

Squishy animal stress toy: ok. 2/10

3D printed articulated animal: I don't know how to fidget with these ): 1/10

Rainbow puzzle ball: LOVE IT!!!!! occupies my brain; 10/10

Infinity bubble wrap: goes pop and its fun to push the buttons; 8/10

Mochi squishy: fun! but gets kinda dirty and oily; you have to dust them with flour which for me is fun; mine is a seal; 7.5/10

Wooden flexi: these are fun but break kinda easy; we had these in Laurie the advisors office at shorthorn because she is amazing and understands that many of the staff are ND; 6/10

Liquid timer: also present in Laurie the advisor's office; I like to watch this, I think I would like to buy one; 7/10

Glitter jar/wand: I have a glitter jar a therapist gave me, it's purple; I like it, good for calm down; 6.5/10

Rolling bead lanyard: I like these but mine is worn out and stretched ):; 5.5/10

Spiky ring: gives lots of input but idk if I actually like that; mine is orange; 2/10

Tsum tsum: good, portable, tiny bit of beans; many characters; i have many venoms and some Disney animals; not super interesting re: actions to stim with; 8/10

Very small squishmallow: good for squeeze; many choices; quality is less good nowadays; 6/10

Neko dango: BEANS! SOFT! SQUISH! 10/10

Worry stone: I like it (: 7.5/10

Hacky sack: squishy...... be careful not to make it open and spill the hacky! 7.5/10

D20 die: good, but easy to lose; 6.5/10

Bean popper thing: very good! 7/10

[glittergummy]

Forgive the poor camera/paper quality and doodles I couldn’t crop out, these are from a few months ago I think? I went through a lot of clown hyperfixation and these guys happen to be the ones I made pretty much on their own and not attached to a fandom

Character design is honestly so much fun tbh

In order:

Nibbles McGee, who is a vampire clown

Splatter who is a clown that was run over and has a thing for dark humor and acrobatics given his new stretchy body from being squished and stretched like silly putty under some poor fool’s car

Inkblot, classic sad mime who has ink dripping from his eyes and mouth, quite horrific and a soft sad boy

Frazzle & Snooper, usual trope of comedy and tragedy, very close brothers whose humor dictates to their optimism or pessimism

Roundly Surprise, huge clown made from bouncy house rubber and filled with hot air and streamers- He has a ball pit inside of him

[dreamkidddream]

The Obey Me boys with an MC that has chubby cheeks 🥺

They’re so soft and squishy and they don’t mind it when people squish, kiss, or rub their face. You know how you can see the outline of someone’s face when they aren’t looking at you? MC just has this large lump on their’s cuz of how round their cheeks are, it’s adorable. If they pout, that’s a weapon of mass destruction and cuteness.

These are short so hope that’s okay and reader is gender neutral! And these were adorable 😫

The Brothers Reacting to MC with Chubby Cheeks

Lucifer

Okay even he can admit how cute you are

But don’t think about using this against him because it won’t work. His brothers may be weak willed enough to fall to you, but not him. What he says is final, no questions asked, no ifs ands or buts

...

Okay he might be able to make an exception this time, but don’t push your luck

Loves to tease you when it’s just you two. LOVES to touch them without his gloves on, he looks forward to it everyday

Come to his room when he’s working or stressed and sit on his lap, and watch him crumble internally. His hands will be on your cheeks before you know it and paperwork will be forgotten (he started to realize that when you do come in, it’s your way of saying that he needs a break, and he stopped trying to fight you after you pouted right in his face. Hasn’t even pretended to ignore you ever since, already putting his pen down when you open the door)

Just making you smile works for him. Just seeing your non-threatening pout or getting the chance to caress your cheeks is more than enough for him

Mammon

MC, you have to stop looking at him like that, he can’t focus when you do and he has a reputation to keep up!

He can’t even do his tsundere act because as soon as you start to jut your lip out he blushes like crazy and caves in, acting annoyed but he really really likes it

“Fine MC, just stop lookin’ at me like that will ya?!”

He’s lying MC don’t stop because he’s a sucker for it lmao

Will unknowingly squish your cheeks together when A. when he gets super excited about a new way you guys can earn some Grimm, or B. when you save him from his brothers wrath after he messes up

He still blushes like crazy and acts like it was an accident but somehow still finds a way to do it every day, and you pretend that you don’t see the longing look in his eyes when he moves his hands

Please move his hands back to your cheeks, and he’ll be bragging about it for the next hundred years about how you can’t resist the Great Mammon

Pokes at your lumps to get your attention, and his heart races at the giggles you let out

Just let him hold your face after a rough day or when he’s being vulnerable and it makes him feel so much better

You make him feel so much better

Leviathan

HE DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO HANDLE IT

Are your cheeks really like this?? Like this is real??? It’s not special effects???

The first time you pouted in front of him he froze and just...shut down. You went to put your hand on his forehead to check his temperature, and then he just had a very loud and energetic moment of fanboying over your cheeks

You’re very scared that he’ll either have a heart attack or spontaneously combust (honestly both)

Let him poke them after you said it’s okay for the 1000th time and he’s in heaven (how ironic). It’s just like in anime, but it’s real life and it’s you

Reenact anime scenes or do anime poses with your cheeks puffed out (even better if you’re in cosplay), and you’ll never be leaving his room

Pout while you’re losing the game and he might go easier on you the next round (or he might go harder just to see you pout lmao)

Your cheeks ARE a weapon of mass destruction to him, and it’s not fair when you use it on him! Do you know how fast his heart is already beating because of you, and now you do THIS?!

You don’t even know the power that you hold over him, do you? Your cuteness is too powerful for him to handle he’s not strong enough!!!

But for a normie you are kinda cute though and can be touched, unlike the 2D characters he’s used to...

You actually have your own fan club because of your cheeks that he may or may not have secretly started himself

Satan

Loves to tease you, and doesn’t care if it’s in front of people (ie. his brothers)

The CEO of squishing your cheeks. He LIVES for cupping your cheeks, the little squeaks that you make when he catches you off guard just makes his heart jump

He’s so used to doing this to cats that it’s second nature for him

When he starts to get irritated or when he gets sucked into reading and ignores everything else, plop your face against his and pout/puff your cheeks out and he won’t be able to resist for long

If you rub your cheeks against his he is PUTTY in your hands

Placing chaste kisses on them after a long study session >>>>>>

You’re just too delicate for your own good MC, and if you don’t stop pouting he might lose control. He’s so deep in love with you, it’s hard to maintain his composure sometimes, and your cheeks are not helping his situation

But trust me he’s not complaining

Maybe he should invite for another one on one study session...

Asmodeus

MC you are just so adorable! You and your cheeks are just the cutest thing he has ever seen

Next to him of course

You guys take selfies everyday and it’s almost always cheek to cheek. He can’t help it, you’re too cute and his adoring fans just have to see it. You two are a power couple of cuteness ESPECIALLY when you pout

Your fan club and his fan club ships you guys because of how cute your pictures look together. Asmo’s fan club has set aside their differences with yours because let’s face it: you guys are the power couple

Kisses your cheeks all day, every day. Has no shame about it either. In public or behind closed doors, those cheeks are just begging for him!

Rub, squeeze, kiss, he does it all

GRASPING YOUR CHEEKS TO RUB YOUR NOSES TOGETHER >>>>>>

But in all seriousness, he loves giving you affection. Giving affection to someone who is not only one of the most captivating beings he’s ever met, but someone that he is genuinely in love with makes him feel happiness that he’s never felt before

And he doesn’t want it to end anytime soon

Beelzebub

Is the main one mesmerized by your cheeks (besides from Levi)

Do you have food stuffed in them? Like how squirrels do?

That’s honestly a good idea and wishes that he can do it but he’ll just end up eating it :(

Kept poking and stretching your cheeks out gently to see, didn’t believe you because you were giggling so much

Was surprised (and a little disappointed) when you didn’t have food in them, but your adorableness made up for it (and he likes to hear your laugh)

If he’s looking for you in the school’s hallways, he just has to look for your cheeks poking out and he’s already found you lmao

You actually got nervous one time when he approached you, expression deadly serious, and just stared at you. You began to question him (was that custard you ate his? If so, you need to start running ASAP) when he just placed his hands on them and started smiling

“Your cheeks are really soft MC, it reminds me of Madame Screams mini cupcakes...but they’re even softer.”

No seriously he is amazed by this revelation

He always asks if it’s okay before he touches them, now becomes his favorite part of his day

Likes to share/feed his food to see if they get bigger, (but also just wants to eat with you)

He isn’t into clubs but he’s a proud member of Levi’s secret fan club

Belphegor

He definitely tries to fall asleep on them, found out it was uncomfortable for you and begrudgingly agreed to just have some way of touching them when you guys nap

Actually just found a new way to cuddle: you’re laying on top and he gets to wrap his arms and tail around you. Everyone’s happy!

You and your cheeks are required for his daily naps, and if you want him to get his well-needed rest (and his cuddles that he whines about all day) then you have to nap with him. He doesn’t make the rules MC, he only follows them

Please go nap with him he always feel so relaxed when you’re around and instead of dreaming you by his side you’ll really be there, and he really misses you

Pokes and stretches your cheeks out when he wants to annoy/tease you, but really just wants to tease you

He tries to fight back a blush when you do that sweet laugh that he loves to hear when he does mess with you, fails miserably at it (but he doesn’t stop messing with them and he can’t hide his smile

Has compared them to pillows, and testify that your cheeks >>> regular pillows

If you do try to pout and ignore him, he just squishes and pokes at your lump and awaits for your giggles

He’s another one obsessed with your cheeks (really they all are lmao) but you’ll never hear him say it out loud

Has joined the fan club with Beel

[pokemonjiro]

N/S/F W Guzma Headcanons

• tits . need i say more

• his chest is sensitive and a little pudgy and he loves when you message or knead at it

• he’ll be letting out little grunts and trying not to thrust into the air as you tweak his nipples or give his pecs a small squish

• thighs too

• they’re muscular with just enough give to bruise nicely

• likes it when you leave little kiss and bite trails up them when giving him head

• he’ll have his jaw hanging open and his eyes almost crossing behind his lids as he tries to keep his eyes on you taking him in

• can get slightly carried away and his rough hands end up in your hair or on the sides of your head as he practically face fucks you

• he knows when to stop though and will try and make up for it by whispering little praise and pet names as he fucks your throat

• loves to give you facials or just shoot his load anywhere on your body

• his favourite spot is your chest/stomach and the lazy smirk he gives after licking his lips as his hot seed splats against you drives you crazy

• can get super loud in bed without even noticing

• it’s usually just grunts and moans with a string of curses here and there but sometimes he lets the odd petname slip as he tells you how good you are for him

• fairly lengthy dick but the GIRTH

• teases you throughly before fucking you so he knows you’re ready for the stretch

• fascinated with watching you swallow him up so tightly each time

• don’t get him wrong though he enjoys being fucked too

• when he’s bottoming he becomes complete putty in your hands

• his words slurring together as he’s practically drooling and trying not to come too fast as you pound into him

• sometimes he’ll peek up at you with this look so filled with heat and affection it makes you slow your movements, only for him to whine and push himself further against you, encouraging you back to your original pace

• loves toys, probably has at least three personal vibrators that he uses on himself and he gets extra excited when he gets to use them on you

• sometimes he’ll fuck you with one in and you get to watch him completely fall apart and his rhythm get sloppy as he tries to stay sane and not cum his brains out

• super into lingerie, on you or him, he’s not picky

• when on him he prefers something more edgy but comfy, lace not usually being his thing, he’ll usually go for harnesses or a silk babydoll in dark colours if he’s feeling fancy

• probably likes clothed sex

• also probably enjoys cockwarming

• will have you in his lap as he teaches you about the different bug type pokemon, his words jumbling here and there or his speech stopping for a sharp intake of breath, eventually he gives up and has his way with you

• great at aftercare, lazily clinging onto you after you’re both cleaned up and leaving hot kisses and whispers against your skin, probably tracing little shapes into your hand or your back

[rudystopit]

His Little Toy

[yuji itadori x f!reader] 

request: @matildatheaquarius​ : “... the reader being like used like a flesh light for the jjk boys ( preferably yuji or nanami...) 

warnings: NSFW, dom!yuji, handcuffs, overstimulation, rough sex, oral, degrading, choking, spitting, bdsm themes, dubcon/noncon, face fucking, and crying.

wc: 2.2k

you had been away on a mission for a few weeks. yuji had been texting and calling you non stop the whole time. at one point you just turned it off and left it in the hotel room. once you got back gojo instantly sent you into town to deal with a low grade terrorizing a local school. you didn’t even get a change to see yuji.

which is why your now currently on your stomach, handcuffed to yuji’s bed. you were tired and honestly didn’t care what he was gonna do at this point. you closed your eyes and waited for him.

he licks his lips and moves to your head. you feel his hand push your head to the side so you can look at him. he pushes the hair out of your hair and grabs a fist full. with his free hand he takes his dick and runs the tip over your lips. you open slightly and he slides in without hesitation. you hollow out your cheeks. he starts trusting slowly into your mouth. you only take in just below his tip but he lets out some low groans. you wanted to take more, so you move your head while he thrusted and the tip hit the back of your throat. he pulled out of your mouth and got on his knees.

he grabs your chin. “your my little toy, you don’t get to do things on your own,” you looks at him with innocent eyes. “your my slut and i’m gonna do everything i fantasize about when you were gone. so you just lay there and let me hear your pretty little moans”

you feel his large hand slide up your bare back leaving a trail of goosebumps. his fingers tangled themselves into you hair. he’s straddling your legs and slowly pumping himself as he massages your head, slightly tugging on your hair. his hand leaves your hair now messy hair to rub your back. he put pressure on the parts he knows are sore for from the pervious days.

after a few minutes of him massaging your back, yuji’s hand falls in between your tights. he runs his long finger through your folds. you inhale sharply at the sensation. he presses his thumb into your swollen clit causing you to moan out a little. he rubs small circles into your sensitive nub. you moan louder into the pillows. you feel your self getting wetter and some of the slick runs down onto his thumb. he pulls away even though you whine in protest, but soon he slips two of his fingers into your warm hole.

the slight gussy nosies instantly get him hard as a rock. he pull out his fingers and moves his tip to your entrance. one hand is firmly on your lower back while the other drags the tip through the slick. he slides his dick in at an incredibly slowly pace. you feel his girth stretch you out. you let out a high moan and try to relax. he lets out a low groan when he bottoms out. he feels you tightening around him. he grabs your ass and squeeze the soft flesh.

he starts moving out of you. he feels your pussy trying to suck him back in. he slowly goes back in. he keeps this slowly pace as his hands travel up and down your body. his grips your ass again but this time to move it out of the way. he wants to see his dick go in and out of your heat. you let out a few moans when he manages it hit the perfect spot.

he quickens his pace and his hands move to your hips. you swore his grip could have left bruises. you moan his name at the sudden change in pace. you look back over your shoulder to see him smiling as he watches his hips hit your butt. he’s face is slightly tinted pink as he enjoys who your ass slightly juggles with each thrust. he lets out a few low moans and every few thrusts he quickens his pace. you feel his dick throbbing and his thrusts are more sloppy but if you learn anything about yuji, it’s that his stamina is god level.

you close your eyes and listen to the lewd sounds of skin smacking skin, yuji’s moans and the hand cuffs slightly jingling to the rocking off the bed. yuji pulls almost all the way out then with all of his force slams back in. you could have swore he hit your cervix. you let out a scream like moan as he repeats that a few more times. when you thought he was about to cum, he slows down his pace and does a few more weak thrusts while massaging your lower back. he pulls out and spreads your folds apart and watches you twitch around nothing.

he grabs your hips and pulls them off the bed. your ass in the air and his tip is back in you. one of his hands his gripping your hip while the other is on the base of your neck. he start pounding into you. your mouth falls open and you can barely make a sound before he slamming himself back into you. when you do manage to make sound is a squeak. the hand on your hip let’s go and gives your ass a harsh smack. you squeeze your eyes shut as another one comes back down.

his trust become more sloppy and his moans are more frequent. you can feel his dick twitch in you when he slows down. he gives you are few more rough trusts. “You’re my cumdumpster. I’m gonna fill you up and then fuck you till you can’t walk,” with that he cums. he rides out his high, massaging your soft ass. he pulls out and twists you onto your side.

the handcuffs are pulling in your wrist. He moves your legs so one is crossed over the other. He pushes himself in. The euphoria hit you like a truck. when you were gone yuji looked up positions to hit every spot. You were looking through half lidded eyes and moaning with every thrust. You were putty for him to fuck. He kept thrusting impossible hard and somehow hitting your g spot everything single time. He starts moaning. He watches you tits bounce with everything thrust. His hands move from your hips to you nipples. He twists and pulls and massages the soft flesh. The squishing nosies from your slick and his cum only fueling his lust.

With one swift motion, he grabs your legs puts them on his shoulder. The handcuffs with digging into your skin with every thrust. This new angle allowed yuji to go deeper in you. He pounds you into the mattress. You moan out his name. You feel yourself coming close. The knot in you stomach forming and slowly coming undone with everyone of yuji’s new found expertise.

“Yuji~ im about to-“ you were cut off by your own organism. He stop instantly, not allowing you to ride out you high. You jolted around slightly. He looked down at you with a stare so terrifying and dangerous.

“Did I tell you can cum?” He asked. You nodded no. “use your words, slut,” he grabs your jaw.

“N-no sir,” you stumble out. He pushes you away. He drops your legs to his hips.

“Now I have to punish you,” he says as his eyes scan your body. “It the only right thing to do. I can’t have you thinking you can do whatever you want,” his thumb presses up against you clit. You hiss out. “Remember, your my toy,” he smiles and rubs small circles.

“Yuji~ no too much,” you whimper out.

“What was that, toy? more?” He only goes faster. He slowly starts thrusting while abusing your clit even more. His free hand moving to your throat. He lightly squeezed and your moans were silenced. Your mouth hung open as yuji’s pace quickened. His hand moved up to your jaw. “Keep it open, whore,” a long string of saliva dropped into your mouth. “Swallow it,” you did and opened to show him.

his thrust became so rough that it was starting to become painful. He keep his hand lightly around your neck. You were practically screaming while he just drilled you without mercy.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked through gritted teeth. When you didn’t answer he squeezed on you throat.

you choked out a “you, do.”

“I want everyone else to know, who uses you as a little fuck toy,” he released your throat and gripped onto your hips. His thumb goes faster as you reach your second climax.

“Yuji Yuji Yuji,” you scream out as you cum all over his dick.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he trusts some more and comes inside of you. He falls on top of you. He’s panting and can barely keep his eyes open. You stare at his pink hair till you drift asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, the handcuffs left a nasty bruise, his hands left some on your neck, hips and thighs and you had a massive headache. Yuji was still asleep next to you. You leans over him and kissed his head.

“I missed you too,” you whisper. A smile creeps on his face. He springs open and pins you down. You wince at the pain shooting through your wrist. “Ouch, yuji, I’m sore from last night,”

“I don’t care, toy,” he kisses down your neck. You try to push him off but he licks your sweet spot. You moan and he smiles against your skin. He kisses the spot more and slowly turns to him biting and sucking on it.  He releases one of your hands, which makes its way straight to his hair. His hand starts playing with your hardened nipples. He rolls it in his fingers. You moan out his name and pull his hair.

He flips off of you and sits at the edge of the bed. When you didn’t follow and turned around. His hand gripped your jaw, a familiar feeling, “come on, cum slut,” he pulled you to him. He pushed you on the floor. you sat in between his legs. He was already hard. You brought the tip into your mouth. His large hand grabs your hair and pushes you deeper. You start choking. Your hands fly up to his thighs and start pushing away.

His free hand grabs your wrists.  “Stop it, your my little fuck toy, you better take this or else im not rewarding you,” you stop fighting as tears prick your eyes. He continues to thrust in and out of your mouth. Tears flowed down your cheeks. He trusts harder and grips your hair. You close your eyes as the tears keep falling. He grunts and his hot cum flows into your mouth.

“Swallow all of it,” he demands through a tightened jaw. You choking and push off of him. You cough and sniffle. He bends down to you and grabs your jaw. “You’re cute when you cry,” he wipes the tears. “Don’t waste any of this,” and his thumb swipes across your lip. “Open,” you do and he puts his thumb in your mouth. You suck on his thumb and he smiles. “Good girl,” he kisses your forehead and pulls his thumb out of your mouth.

You stand up and he pulls you onto his lap. You take his dick and line yourself up. You look at him. “You’re so beautiful,” he tucks some stray hairs behind your ear. You lean into his hand. His hand creases your jaw and holds your chin. He pulls you into a kiss and you sink onto his dick. He moans into the kiss and smiles. He flips you onto your back and breaks the kiss.

“You dirty girl,” he smiles and starts slowly keeping pace. You grab onto the sheets. You’re so sore from last night. His hand starts tracing over all the bruises and bite marks on your body. His eyes look like someone who’s admiring a piece of art work. He’s proud of his art. His thrusts pick up when you move your legs around waist. he smiles and grabs one of your thighs. He pulls it to your chest and goes absolutely feral. His trusts are painful, fast and deep. Your screaming his name.

Over all the screaming, moaning, bed creaking, and skin hitting skin, you hear someone pounding on the door. Yuji doesn’t stop. He starts rubbing your abused clit. You grip on the bed like your life depended on it.

“tell who’s ever on the other side the door, who’s fucking you this early in the morning,”  he says through his groans. You start crying out his name. The pounding on the door doesn’t stop. You start coming and your pussy clenching around him, makes yuji start coming.

“Yuji, fuck,” you yell as he fills you up. He quickly pulls out and throws on shorts. He opens the door and megumi’s dark hair and tired eyes stares into the room.

“Wanna join fushiguro?” Yuji chuckles.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” He yells. “It was all night and now the fucking mornin,” he glares at yuji. “I hate you,” he walks back to his room. Yuji was about the close the door when he hurt megrim yell, “NO MORE PLEASE!! I”M TIDRED!!!”

Yuji turns around and smiles at you. “Oops,” he jumps on the bed. He lays on top of you. You play with his hair and he falls back asleep.

[midoriyas-wifey]

All I want is some size kink headcanons with kirishima PLEASE HSHSHSH (I prefer fem)

Ok so this kinda turned into a horneé post about kirishima but it definitely has size kink overtones bc you can’t have kiri without a size kink you just can’t 🤷‍♀️ bone app the teeth @shorkbrian come get y’all juice

This man is built for size kink, everyone in the bnha fandom knows this, it’s canon at this point. Usually people headcanon him as being 6ft something, but not me. I’m built different and so is he. He is Fatgum height, and nearly as broad across with muscles. You heard me. He’s a behemoth of a man. 7’10 or bust babey!! I mean All Might is 7’2 so it’s not implausible in this world that he could get that tall.

The God of Himbos ™ there’s literally no one nicer on this planet, which helps make up for his near-cruel dick game. You’d better say a prayer to whatever god you believe in before he drills up into those guts. And he’s so nice the whole time too (usually).

Has thighs thicker around than your entire body. He’s like a tiger in that his legs are so strong that even if he got killed he could die standing up. He’s a beast. Loves it when you straddle his thigh and grind on him, begging for attention. And when his baby girl begs so sweetly, how can he refuse?

His biceps alone are bigger around than your head, his arms are so massive but are so gentle and careful with you. His hands are huge and rough as well, and he loves to cup your face (really your whole head with the size of his hands) and pepper it with smooches and sharp toothed smiles. 

He loves all of you, but your ass really does him in. And he loves thighs too; but especially your ass. His hands are on those cakes 24/7 in some manner or another. If he could just keep a cheek in hand the whole day to squeeze on he’d die a happy man. Pinching, squeezing, smacking, spanking, biting, eating it. If it involves your ass then you’d best believe he’s into it.

He’s not even a tiny bit discreet about it, will stare and watch that thing wobble in your (and his) favorite sundress. 

And if you can throw it back? Make it wiggle a lil for him? My mans is on one knee already. 

You really are too cute for him to handle. He’s all hard edges, his figure large and intimidating. You just look so sweet and soft while pressed up on his chest, tiny hands grasping at whatever you can, moans and hiccups and girlish ‘ah ah ahs’ pouring out of your mouth while he pummels your juicy pussy. Too cute.

Loves to praise because he knows it makes you clench down and gush around him, which honestly he didn’t even know your pussy could get any tighter than it already was, but now you got him stuck inside your heavenly cunny and he’s not one to pass up an opportunity. 

He’s up in your ear like, “Goddam baby girl, this pussy feels so fucking good around my dick. Whose is it? Huh? Who does this sweet little pussy belong to?” all while pounding you out, never breaking pace.

Near folds you in half when he gets down to business, you have to remind him to not squish you too much.

He might sort of have a thing for squishing you a lil 👀

Maybe more than a lil 

He loves the noises his dick can draw from your sopping pussy and drooling mouth. Your tongue hangs out and he has you panting like a bitch in heat no matter what position.

The sloppier the better, he wants all the naughty noises you and your body can make for him. 

One time he called you ‘Commander in Queef’ and you wouldn’t let him touch you for 3 days after that 💀

He wants to live a life with no regrets and that includes stuffing you silly every chance he gets. Every. Single. Chance. Doesn’t matter what AU he’s written in Kirishima lives and dies for your sweet pussy, it was made for him he just knows it. 

Nothing has ever fit him better than his precious pebble’s pussy, even when you whine it’s too much he knows you can take it; he just has to do a bit of prep work. 

He’s always too much in the beginning, no matter how much prep work goes in, there’s always that overwhelming stretch, that sense of total fullness that follows the whole way through. You learn to love it, and now you know that no other dick could possibly fill you up like his does.

You love his bigness, and even if you’re not petite, even if you’re big, up against him? Leedle girl. Leedle girl he likes to pick up and bounce on his dick til he creams inside your sensitive lil cunny and adds to the tummy bulge already present from his dick.

Speaking of which it’s legit like forearm sized idc idc. The first time he whipped it out you sucked your lips into your mouth in surprise because how the fuck were you gonna take that?? It’s so heavy that even when he’s fully hard it dips down below its own weight. It's much tanner than the rest of him, but ends in an angry reddish-purple head that’s oozing with thick precum. He’s got one thick vein that runs the length of it on the left, and then a smaller one running on the underside.

Suck on those veins and right underneath the head of his dick and Lord have mercy cuz he’s about to bust. 

His cum is thick as hell and it comes out in buckets. He prefers to cum inside you because it satisfies his breeding kink and he loves to see his cum leak in thick rivers out of your destroyed little cunny while he tries to scoop and push the thick cream back inside.

He also likes cumming on your face but rarely gets to do that since it tends to get in your hair and fuck tryna get all that out.

His balls are huge and heavy, like each one are the size of a peach. They’re straight up wrecking balls. And they’re sooooo sensitive no matter how much experience he gets under his belt. He can’t keep his cool. 

Like you could be sucking his dick for hours but the moment when you reach to cup his balls and play with them he’s putty.

Suck. On. Them. This man will go apeshit, rutting his hips up and moaning for more, just please keep playin’ with ‘em, pebble.

He wants to smother your face with them while he fucks your throat, or just smother you with them in general. He’s just a nasty dude that loves rubbing himself all over you, and seeing his huge dick plop down on your surprised face while he has you suck on his balls makes him cum HARD.

So yeah he’s just a big dude that you can use as a horny jungle gym, and all he asks in return is you let him destroy that tight little pussy over and over again.

[oftenderweapons]

Steamy Waters — Taehyung

Pairing: Taehyung x reader (nicknamed Lace)

Wordcount: 7.6k ( mostly edited✌️)

Genre: smut, pwp, fluff, slightest angst, established relationship, idol!AU

Rating: 18+ (As usual, I know)

Hello baby bears! Welcome to Taehyung’s Steamy Waters. I must admit this episode is going to be a lot steamier than planned, but I cannot lament. Recently we celebrated Taehyung’s birthday, so I thought I could add a little extra as a late celebration.

There’s not much plot, honestly. Tae and Lace are bathing together in true Kim Taehyung fashion when the intrusive presence of mirrors on every bathroom wall makes it hard not to stare at each other. And when wandering hands — and wandering feet... and wandering mouths — start wandering too much the temperature in the room becomes too hot to handle. Chaos ensues. Especially when Taehyung is... at her service.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing. Wine drinking. Humping, bathtub sex, unprotected sex within an established relationship (don’t make me tell again that you and your partner(s) should be clean before going condomless); massage, slight footjob; oral fixation (not only in terms of oral sex, both male and female receiving btw) but also foot worship, breast worship, body shot, face riding (male receiving), cum eating; spanking, one (1) pussy spank; masturbation (female receiving), also anal fingering (external stimulation only); maid!Taehyung, switch!Taehyung, hard dom!Taehyung, big dick!Taehyung, soft domme!reader, very sub!reader; hair pulling/grabbing; choking kink, degradation kink, overstimulation, squirting, sensory blackout. Taehyung uses a safeword (yellow); did I mention that MIRRORS ARE BACK BUT THIS TIME IT’S WORSE? And if you didn’t guess VOYEURISM 24 out of 10. Also, the softest aftercare and mentions of sleeping pills to help reader relax after... ahem... all of those. Things. In the trigger warnings.

In case you need my masterlist, here it is :)

Enjoy! 💜✨

A jazz piece was playing on the modern gramophone in a corner of the bathroom, somewhere far from the tub, where you and Taehyung would most likely make a splash and quite surely ruin the device.

Taehyung was laying at the opposite side of the tub, head thrown back as your foot rubbed his thigh.

You were pretty chill yourself, arms pressed against the edge of the tub, keeping you from relaxing too much and going under.

“Baths are magic.” You murmured, your toes meeting his hip before sliding back down again.

He hummed in confirmation. “The only problem is with washing one’s hair. It’s so uncomfortable.” He caught your foot underwater, his thumbs digging in the few knots you felt there. If the bath was magic, his hands were miraculous.

You felt your whole body melt and slide half an inch lower, your self restraint too weak to stop you from moaning.

Taehyung smiled fondly and sensuously. “You like it there?” He asked, his fingers moving to the heel, pressing against all those spots he knew from his acupressure appointments.

Your whole leg went insensitive in a very pleasing way. “Yes, you like it, dove.” He said, grinning and moving to your calf, specifically to the spot where the muscle met the bone near your ankle.

“Don’t want your ankles to swell.” He said, pushing your foot into slow, articulate circles.

Your soul definitively abandoned your body.

“We’ll put ice packs on these bad girls as soon as you’re out of the tub.” He said.

“It’s not that bad.” You said, just as he drew two parallel lines with his thumbs digging into your muscle reaching the back of your knee.

You had to grip the rim of tub to keep yourself from end up with your head underwater.

“It is that bad.” He said, rubbing small circles and making sure that all the exertion was magically sucked out of you. “No need to lie to me.” He said, looking at you with his dark eyes, his hair all curled up due to the steam coming from the water and filling the air. His own foot ran down your inner thigh, the sole of his foot ghosting over your pelvis.

There were too many reflective surfaces all over the bathroom.

Angles of him appeared everywhere. Specifically when he lifted your leg and placed a kiss to the upper arch of your foot.

“Shall I move to the other leg?” He asked, lowering your calf back in the water.

You nodded, trying to scoot your hips forward, against his heel.

“Feeling needy?” He asked, as his fingers repeated the procedure he had performed before on your other leg.

“So much.” You replied, using your freshly rejuvenated foot to tease his erection. His massage had activated nerve endings that had probably never really been there before he touched you.

“Let’s finish this leg then,” he said, as he kept pushing your ankle in wide circles.

“Tae,” you called, just as he moaned, your toes tickling his belly while the ball of your foot, way fleshier, teased his head.

“I never thought I could like this.” He said with a small surprised smile before he threw his head back, the cords of his neck tensing, the veins throbbing so clearly under the complicated game of shadows originated by the soft lights in the bathroom.

You loved his bathroom. It was soothing, with all the dark hues and the orangey lights.

His hands stopped for a second. “You’re distracting me.” He said.

“I wanted to treat you nice. For your birthday.” You replied. “I still can’t believe we went vanilla on your birthday night.” You said, still teasing him, hoping you could have him speaking in that soft, deep, dreamy voice he has whenever you’re getting him in the mood.

“It was good vanilla though.” He commented, his hips jerking forward with a small grunt before he felt his spine turn into putty.

“Very good vanilla.” You said, removing his leg from between yours, deciding to be generous and focus on him.

“Still, I owe you birthday sex.” You said, noticing his slow chuckle as you made him part his legs wide.

“Come here.” He said, removing the drain stopper with his fingers and bringing his hand between his legs as you bent your legs underneath your torso and crawled to him, straddling him and grinding your pelvis against his. “This is way better.” He purred, one of his hands keeping him upright while the other one landed on your ass. “You’re so soft.” He said, pushing his crotch up and against you. “I could just...” Once the water was low enough that his cock emerged freely from the surface, he put the drain stopper back in place, taking in your lustful expression as you ground on him.

“I think you’re the one who wants birthday sex.” Taehyung said, grabbing your hips and squishing the skin there.

His touch was always something that set you on fire. Ever since the first time, since your very first touch, he had completely possessed your entire being. Whenever his body connected with yours it felt like your skin and his were ready to part and like the raw extremities of a wound, and heal together, his blood vessels becoming yours, or maybe yours becoming his, until there was no distinction anymore. It was the exact opposite of that kind of surgery performed to separate conjoined twins.

And no surgery, no cutting was necessary. It was just. Preternatural. And so, so natural at the same time.

“Do you need me to stretch you?” He asked, his thumb massaging your clit.

One more bridge between you and him.

“I can take you. I’m so turned on.” You said, bending to kiss his neck and drink the small droplets of water glistening there.

“Was it the massage?” He asked, rolling his head back, offering you even more skin to kiss.

“I don’t know,” you said, licking him. Meanwhile you started noticing it wasn’t water, but rather your own slick making you slide on him.

Water was too unreliable, it would leave you dry and make the whole experience traumatic; especially, considering his size, both in length and girth.

“We can act like it’s your birthday.” He said, kissing a soft spot under your jaw. “Have an early birthday for my Nymphette.” He said, this time nibbling against the sweet spot on your neck.

You chuckled and brought your hands down his chest, scratching his stomach gently and playfully pinching the soft flesh of his belly. You loved him being so lithe and at the same time a bit fluffy in such an adorable spot. It made you think of childhood games, like blowing raspberries of his sensitive tummy. It always makes him so happy that his eyes spark up with pure, innocent joy, his mop of hair immediately coming for your neck and bosom, where he nuzzles in to tickle you before rubbing his face against your breasts like a cuddle some cat.

Once your face parted from his neck and chest, he cupped your face, holding you still. “I love you.” He said, staring in your eyes. And it felt so simple: no big statements, no poetic words, no useless rethorics. “I love you.” He repeated.

You mirrored his hold on you, placing both hands on his cheeks and rubbing your thumb against his divine features. “I love you.”

It holds more meaning than you could ever explain. The obliterating need in both your eyes and his, the urgency and the fondness. You felt like a pot boiling and overflowing with ten thousand ingredients that were a specific mix of his taste and your taste and his smell and yours and all the tastes and smells you’ve experienced together.

The candle burning in his room the first time you made love. His aftershave. Strawberries. Your shampoo, which became his shortly after you moved in. Champagne and that bubbly feeling of having butterflies in your stomach. French macaroons. The first breakfast in bed. The tteokbokki you had eaten with his parents the day he introduced you to them. The light, talk scent of Yeontan’s fur after the first time you bathed him together.

Now you were horny and emotional.

Taehyung seemed to notice. “Are you feeling okay, honey?” He asked, dragging his thumb against your lower lip.

“I just realised how important you are to me.” You said, bending to his face and kissing him.

“Just now?” He asked, slightly surprised as he raised an eyebrow.

“No,” you replied, closing your eyes and touching your face with his, feeling the slight stubble of his cheek against yours, brushing your noses together, focusing on the intense sensation of his face against such a personal, private part of your own body. “Sometimes I just… get lost in the feeling. It feels like being overwhelmed by all the things we share, all that we have together. How many things remind me of you.” You murmured against the tender spot behind his ear.

“I know.” He said. His hands moved to your waist, fingers sinking in the flesh as he invited you to sit up.

You followed his direction. Once he could look at you, all of you, he took his length in his hand. “Inside?” He asked, checking in on you.

You nodded. “Please. Inside.”

He closed his eyes and smiled, pulling you close to his chest once more with one arm wrapped around your waist.

With the hand on his cock, he rubbed his tip up and down your slit, making you moan a couple times, whimpering when you felt his soft tip breach your walls.

“Tae...” You whined, his lips meeting yours and trying to suffocate your lament.

“Hush, Lace,” he said, touching your spine. “Is it wet enough?” He said, pressing his mouth to your temple. “Take your time, love.”

You inhaled and lifted your hips up before sliding down again, one inch at a time, your muscles constricting around him so hard that you had to stop.

“Too tight,” he said, trying to lift you up slightly. “I don’t wanna hurt you.” He said as he kept kissing your face. “Let me stretch you first, love.”

“No.” You whined, your hands stopping his as he tried to slide out of you. “I want it like this. I can take it, just… Easy.” You said, begging. “Please.”

“If it hurts, we stop. Immediately.” He replied, still unsure.

You nodded eagerly and let your hips lower some more. “Kiss me?”

His eyes turned into warm, happy crescents as he obliged, moving his lips against yours. His hips inadvertently jerked upwards, forcing one more inch into you, making you gasp and offering him the perfect chance to let his tongue slide into your mouth.

The kiss was the sweetest poison, with playful flicks and demanding swipes, the tip of his tongue licking the underside of your own as yours arched up toward his palate. In the erotic frenzy of it all, you completely lost control of your legs and before you could notice, he was completely sheathed inside you as he kept sucking on your wet appendage, bobbing his head slightly as your tongue, fully stretched out, methodically appeared and disappeared past his lips. It felt right, your tongue penetrating his mouth as his sex penetrated yours. It felt balanced.

It didn’t take long before your hips started moving, riding him, making him moan and lose the suction he had on your appendage.

Parting from him was a mess of spit, both your eyes and his opening and staring at the silvery string connecting your lips to his. “You’re so hot.” You murmured as his hands landed on your hips, helping you, just as your brought your own palms to your chest, pressing your breasts together, massaging them as they rolled with the way you were simply moving back and forth, not really focusing on bouncing but rather sliding.

Taehyung was immediately captured by the sight of your breasts caught in your palms, his hands staying on your hips to help you while his mouth landed on your left nipple. You quickened your pace as his thumb met your clit, making you whine. “How close?” You asked, brow furrowing as he tugged at your nipple while suctioning it inside his mouth. You moved even faster in reply, gyrating your hips too as he grew more and more eager on your skin, until his teeth had created an indentation on your areola and your nipple was too sensitive to stay inside his mouth, subjected to the ruthless whipping and flicking of his tongue.

“Oh my god, Tae, please, I’m—” You couldn’t put a finger on what was making you so desperately horny, maybe it was simply because you were just out of your period and you had been starving for him for almost a week, but unexpectedly you felt yourself near your edge.

“Lace for fuck’s sake, we’ve just started.” He grunted as he recognised your kegels pulsating around him faster and tighter. “Already?”

You nodded.

“Damn. So hot.” He huffed out before pressing his mouth to your other nipple, giving up on sucking it and deciding to simply loll out his tongue and press it flat against your chest. “Come on, nymph. Cum on my cock.” He swore as he felt you get impossibly tighter. “Fuck it, Lace. Ride it.” He said, removing one hand from your hip before you heard a loud smack, followed by a prickling, burning sensation on your left glute.

The muscles of your ass and legs quivered as you stopped for a second, his thumb restless at the apex of your labia. “Did you—” You shivered as he hit the perfect spot, “Did you just spank me?” You asked, all your muscles tense.

He froze. “… did it… I’m sorry…” He said, confused.

“No, I liked it.” You corrected him. “I was toying with you.” You said with a small smile.

He knew sometimes you weren’t in the mood for spanks and power play. Sometimes you just wanted to be equals and simply get lost in pure, extreme sensations.

He shook his head, incredulous. “Then keep going, nymph.” He said, before surprising you with another spank.

You gasped and chuckled before cupping his jaw and joining your mouths, your hips moving carelessly.

This time he grabbed your ass viciously before slapping it one more time, his tongue being twice as lively as usual as he licked your own tongue, revelling in the velvet paradise of your mouth. Once he felt your hips grow impatient, your movements irregular, he parted from you, throwing his head back, eyes opening, his long lashes fluttering dreamily as he let his mouth hang open before silencing a moan by catching his lower lip between his teeth.

Finally you felt pleasure taking over your body, Taehyung’s eyes opening and focusing up.

He gestured at the ceiling with a jerk of his chin. Following his tip, your gaze turned up. And met the mirror.

In that moment you realised how furiously you were moving on top of him, how eager and desperate and sexy you looked.

“Look at you. So messy for my cock. My little nymph.” He said, smacking your ass once more.

A short whimper exited your mouth as the hit took the air from your lungs.

Your high exploded while his thumb teased the underside of your clit, unprotected by the hood and painfully sensitive by now.

For a second, everything felt too intense, your hair wet and dripping down your back, the water grown cold by now, and his skin so hot, his nipples hard under your thumbs, his hands moving to your breasts once you didn’t need him on your clit anymore, his palms sliding on your half-dry skin and pressing your boobs together before he dove his head forward, dragging his whole face against the soft crevasse that your tits formed together. He started ramming his hips up, fucking into you as your movements slowed down.

He loved suffocating between your breasts, gasping hard as your heartbeat drowned his ears, your breathing like a feral, powerful creature beckoning him toward your dark lair of consuming bliss.

Biting his lip, frowning and groaning repeatedly, he slammed his hips hard against the back of your thighs, four, five, six times before he stilled and screamed in pleasure, the dark granite of the walls amplifying his animalistic sound before he bit into your breast, almost painfully.

Too bad you were still lost somewhere in pleasure, his body finally joining yours.

Maybe you would complain about the bite in the morning, when it would be red and sore and maybe swollen.

“____, fuck. Can we have monthly appointments like this?” He said, gyrating his hips tentatively while you gripped the tub, trying to find purchase as your body betrayed you and collapsed almost entirely.

“Monthly birthdays...” You mused, mouth brushing against the column of his throat.

“Do we really need an occasion to fuck like this?” He asked while his hand kneaded the soft folds of flesh around your torso. He found endless pleasure in feeling every aspect of you under his fingers.

And it never made you feel conscious. Rather, it made you feel appreciated, not like he was avoiding your absolutely average and healthy body fat, but more like his fingers were appreciating every detail of you, singing a hymn to your whole body completely devoid of flaws, praising it in the unwavering, glorious materiality of it.

You felt worshipped.

The shiver that ran down your spine rose him from his blissful slumber. “You’re cold?” He asked, pressing you closer to himself.

You nodded and mouthed at his neck. “You feel too good inside, though.”

He chuckled. “It feels good inside you too.” He replied fondly. Sometimes you wondered how this cockwarming thing never made sense to you before you met him.

“But you need to dry your hair, love.” He patted your ass a couple times. “Don’t want you to get sick.” He said, “Plus, we’re going to be uncomfortable here.” He tried to raise his torso from his slumping. You helped him by sitting up yourself, his dick pulsating inside you and making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

He cackled. “Later.” He said his hands circling your waist and helping you up and off him.

As his cock slid out completely, landing on his belly, completely covered in your and his cum, you licked your lips.

“No.” He said, smirking, already placing his hands on your shoulders, keeping you from bending down and sucking him clean.

“Please, sir?” You whined, arching your brows and pouting.

He looked at your swollen, red lips, at your tongue lashing out to wet them seducingly.

He took his hands away. “Have your fun,” he conceded, his nails scraping your shoulders delicately as you bent forward, one of your hands catching your hair before it got messed up.

With your tongue you licked a thin stripe from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip before engulfing it in your mouth. You easily swallowed a good portion of him before pulling him out, nudging his shaft to the side with your nose and cleaning the messy marks on his belly and his pelvis where your mixed fluids on his flesh had imprinted the shape of his cock.

His moan was dark and sinful before he pleaded for a yellow.

You let him go without hesitation. “Are you okay, pup?” You asked, not even enjoying the mix of your and his taste in your mouth because of your sudden, urgent worry.

“Yeah. I just… I need a slowdown, please.” He said, touching your face weakly. “I’m getting cold.” He said, with soft eyes.

Your worry increased tenfold in your chest. First, you sat up and helped him up yourself. “Okay, Tae. Let me just rinse you, yes?” You called, removing the drain stopper and letting the water flow out before you cleaned up both you and him. The water from the tap ran warm — almost hot — a few seconds later and you managed to rinse him properly before he climbed out of the tub. You followed him and wrapped him up in a towel. “There you go, baby.” You said.

He smiled fondly. “Thank you.”

“Would you like me to dry your hair?” He asked, his beautiful hands balled up in cute fists as he held the large towel around his shoulders.

“No, baby, thank you.” You replied kindly and warmly. “Let me just rinse myself before I dry my hair. I’ll join you in bed in twenty.” You said as you noticed him linger close to the door, showing himself a bit too impatient and excited to head out, possibly to bed, with you by his side. Or on top of him. Or below him. Probably below him, considering you had just ridden him.

Caught in your head, you went back to the tub, rinsing yourself quickly and briskly before stepping out and drying yourself up gingerly, leaving your body slightly damp so that your body lotion would dilute a little with the sparse droplets left on your skin, so that it would absorb better.

Once your body smelled like roses from your breasts down, you rinsed your hands, applied your favourite hair care oil and started the hairdryer. It didn’t take long, fifteen minutes at large, before a rapping at the door interrupted your hair ritual.

You frowned. Taehyung wasn’t one to knock. Just to make sure, you lowered the setting of the hairdryer, waiting in case he did it again and making sure that you had heard correctly.

The sound reappeared.

You switched off the device and placed it in its drawer. “Yes?” You replied.

The door opened.

First, Taehyung’s face appeared, his hair ruffled and dry, his expression sweet and innocent. Was he wearing makeup?

No. Impossible.

He hadn’t actually washed his face yet, but he was definitely without makeup earlier.

His lashes looked longer. His lips redder. And he most definitely had enhanced those beautiful eyes of his with dark eyeshadow lining his upper eyelid, making his stare even more intense.

And was that a heart drawn on his cheekbone?

Indeed.

“May I?” He asked, suspiciously formal and courteous.

“Yes, of course.” You said, with a confused smile.

Next, everything made sense.

God bless him. You thought, your heart skipping a bit and stumbling down approximately sixty flights of stairs.

There, with a fancy silver tray and a fancier glass of red wine on top, stood your amazing, extravagant, glorious, mind blowing, seductive, sultry, indecently sexy, wondrous boyfriend. In a maid dress.

Your body did a strange thing, your mouth hanging open basically already drooling.

Was this how he felt anytime he saw you in lingerie?

“I thought my lady deserves special treatment.” He said, coming closer, placing the tray over the small counter near the sink.

The vinyl playing on the gramophone chose precisely that moment to come to an end.

The mechanic arm lifted and moved away, the plate slowly coming to a stop after all the spinning.

Not that you noticed, you were too busy staring at your boyfriend, imagining what you could possibly do to him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t assist you with your lotion, ma’am.” He said, standing, his hands joining before his stomach. “The uniform is a bit difficult.”

“Don’t worry, darling. All forgiven.” You said, your hand shaking as you reached out to touch his face. “You look incredible.” You said, completely dazzled. “Breathtaking.”

He blushed. “Thank you.” His eyes lowered coyly.

“Really, Taehyung. You look… I am speechless, darling.” You said with a big smile plastered on your face. “You’re unreal.” You said, drawing the shape of his lips, the pink lipgloss looking impossibly perfect on his face, emphasising the desirable curves of his mouth.

He stared in marvel too as you looked completely enraptured by his looks. “You like it?” He asked, insecure.

“Yes, of course I like it, love. You look too good, baby.” You reassured him, feeling a tad underdressed standing naked in front of him, while he had several layers of satin, ribbons, lace and of course, the classy apron. He even had puffy sleeves. And the corset tightened in a complicated lacing on the front. You took in every detail. “Do you feel good in it?” You asked, letting your index finger slide down his jaw, along the curve of his neck, to the small mole on his breastbone.

He nodded. “I’ve been tiptoeing around this for a while.” He said, his hand hesitant, his eyes asking for permission to place it atop of yours.

You agreed with a short nod.

“I didn’t know how you would react.” He said, his gaze guarded.

“I love it.” You said, tightening your hand around his fingers and rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. “And I love you.” You reassured him, pulling your joined hands to your face and placing a small kiss on his ring finger, where someday his wedding ring would lay. “Although we could do a few adjustments,” you said, staring at him with the eyes of a trained lingerie maker. “It could fit so much better on you.” You said, walking around him, observing the few points where the fabric slouched and flopped, unfit for his lithe body. On the back you noticed a zipper. You would remember that for later.

“Here,” you said, pinching the loose fabric around his slim waist. “And here.” You said, fingering the ribbons over his chest. “With slight modifications, we can make it more comfortable for you. And make it look like an actual uniform.” You said, standing behind him as he stood in front of the mirror. You bent to place a kiss on the crook of his neck. “How beautiful.” You said, your hands wrapping around his waist, appreciating how small it was, how elegant and expensive he looked. “Would you like it if I added a small accessory,” you asked, moving your middle finger to trace the column of his throat. “I was thinking about a choker.” You said, “something frilly. Maybe with a small kitten bell. Plenty of soft ribbons and lace. Make this neck look even prettier.” You suggested, placing another kiss on the other side of his neck, this time letting your mouth open and suck just a little.

You weren’t allowed to mark him there with all the upcoming music shows.

He nodded. “I’d love to.” He said, looking in your eyes timidly in the mirror. “But first I’d like to make myself forgiven for being late for the lotion.” He said, bowing his head. “Please, miss.”

Your head rolled back as pleasure travelled from his mouth to your ears to your core.

“Of course, kitty. As long as this is the way you want things to go.” You stated clearly. “I need your consent, kitty.”

“I want it, miss.” He assured you.

“Then proceed, kitty.” You said, wrapping your hand around his throat and tightening it affectionately.

He turned around and looked at your lips. “May I kiss you, miss?” He asked, eyes still deflecting your stare.

“Yes, kitty. Of course, darling.” You replied with a gentle smile.

He bent down slightly and swallowed nervously before placing his lips on yours, the taste was immediately familiar.

“This is not lipgloss, am I right, kitty?” You asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Yes, miss. You’re right, miss.”

Damn him. It was lube. Specifically, watermelon-flavoured lube.

You thought how long it would take for this to become too much. For him to become too hot and melt you until all there was left of you was a bottle of sap stored in the fridge.

And your title.

Your ears basked in victory at his perfect speaking manners. You had educated him properly. He was by far your best exercise in domination so far, his manners impeccable at all times when his submissive persona came into play.

“Come on, kitty. Show me how you intend to gain forgiveness.” You spoke sweetly, caressing the hair at his nape.

Soft. So soft. Always so damn soft.

He knelt. Slowly. Very slowly.

Looking up at you with pure, angelic eyes, he poked with his index finger first at your left thigh, and then at his left shoulder.

You grinned.

“You want my leg on your shoulder, kitty?” You asked with an amused smile.  

He nodded eagerly. “Yes, miss. Please, miss.”

You smiled proudly. “That’s a very good kitty.”

Taehyung kept a fond expression, saving his intentions to himself.

Let her think she won, he thought just as his hand landed at your ankle, his fingertips running up the back of your calf, your knee, your thigh, until he applied gentle pressure, inviting you to lift your leg.

Your cunt was right in front of his face, his nose sniffing at your smell, slightly adulterated by your body lotion.

He nuzzled his nose against the tiny patch of hair you kept atop your labia. He loved it without even knowing why. It simply turned him insane. All the time. Especially when he went down on you.

Your hand gripped the hair on the crown of his head, massaging the scalp delicately, but also trying to protect him from potentially bumping it against the drawer under the sink.

“Does it smell good, kitty?” You asked, smiling at him, taking in the view of him.

“Yes, miss. Can I please lick you, miss?” He asked shyly, his voice slightly more high pitched than usual.

“Yes, darling love.” You practically cooed at him.

He didn’t waste a second, his tongue ready to lunge for your opening before he stopped himself with a small gasp. “Thank you, miss.”

You felt even prouder.

God, he really is perfect.

“You’re welcome, kitty.”

And at that, the tip of his tongue brushed the tight rim of muscles lining your entrance, collecting your taste before flattening the muscle and dragging it all the way along your slit, delivering a series of hard flicks as his hands travelled to your ass, helping you ride his face straight away.

You enthusiastically followed his instructions, especially once you felt two of his fingers run from your backside to the front, sliding inside your dripping hole.

“Kitty, that’s very nice.” You said, huffing out an enthusiastic chuckle before it transformed into a sinful deep moan. You started directing his head, his tongue stretched taut past his lips while you ground your crotch against it. “Kitty, this is a very good surprise.” You said, praising him, petting his hair, your eyes closing as he moaned in approval, watching you as you grew more and more lost. You took the glass in your hand, taking a sip of wine and feeling it bloom in your mouth instantly, your cheeks warming up, your veins throbbing with the wild beat of desire awakening your every limb.

Your head rolled back, your hand immediately placing down the glass as you felt your high approach, his fingers sinking all the way to your cervix, tapping against it.

His lips captured your clit, sucking it a couple times before releasing it, pressing it to his front teeth with his strong tongue.

“Tae,” you called, too fucked out to care about pet names and stuff. Your edge was there, waiting for you, all you needed was…

He pulled out his fingers, making you cry out before they returned to their place. Shortly after, his thumb landed on your skin. Wet. Slippery. Right against the oversensitive skin between your cunt and your anus.

All it took was two gentle rubs and your body crumbled, all your weight going to the hand on the sink while your legs shook wildly, your knees too wobbly to survive your high; your other hand too moved to the sink, too scared of hurting your lover. His hands gripped you tighter instead, pushing you harder against his face while his tongue lashed out, the hard muscle grinding against your clit as he moved his head furiously in a nodding motion.

You weren’t sure you called his name or screamed or simply held your breath and stayed silent, your ears were completely out of order.

If it weren’t because of being on your feet, you would have thought you had passed out. Taehyung’s arm stayed tight around your waist while you removed your leg from his shoulder, trembling as you placed it down. “Holy hell.” You said, still gripping the sink for support. You looked at Taehyung. His whole face was covered in wetness, the heart on his cheekbone completely smeared, the only lube left on his mouth being the wetness coming from yourself. “You look amazing, Tae.” You complimented him. “A damn masterpiece.” You said, proud to your very core.

He grinned.

Kitty out. Tiger in.

“May I have some wine now?” He asked, no honorifics, no submission.

You grinned and bit your lip, wiggling your eyebrows.

He wiggles his right back.

Holding the glass, you took a large sip in your mouth, leaving a scarce finger in. You took a step back, bending at your waist and placing your mouth near Taehyung’s. He opened his mouth invitingly and you let a small amount dribble past your lips and fall into his mouth.

He patted his lips wider before stretching up surrounding your lips with his, making sure that not a drop got to waste.

Once he was sated, he placed a finger under your chin, moving it to your throat and wrapping his hand there.

“Now you’re gonna stand up and bend over, Lace.” He ordered, no trace of pliability in his demeanour, and no sign of mercy either.

You obeyed immediately.

“Hands on the sink. Keep them there.” You heard the sound of a zipper. Looking up you noticed that he was naked.

And that he was hard.

You licked your lips nervously.

“Lower your head.” He said, spanking you out of the blue.

So he was in a spanking mood. Mentally, you agreed.

“I know you want me like this. Uh?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, inhaling deeply as his fingers drew the line of your spine.

His finger stopped at the middle of your back, pressing on your spine to make it arch until it became almost painful.

“Stay.” He said, grabbing the silver platter and balancing it on your ass. The cold made you hiss, but you focused on staying perfectly still. “Stay.” He repeated, “I need to wash my hands.” He said, before abandoning the platter on your behind and coming to your side, standing right beside you as he washed slowly poured some soap on his palm, opening the tap and wetting his hands rubbing them together as he closed the tap with his elbow.

“It is always a pleasure to look at you like this.” He said, taking all the time in the world.

All you could see was his legs, midthigh down.

“You look like you don’t have a dominant bone in your body.” He mused, making sure that the thin foam reached between his fingers too. “You say ‘yes, sir’ and you sound like the single, most obedient, pliant creature in the world. Like you were made to please me.” He continued, looking at the platter tremble slightly.

He decided he could rinse his hands and dry them.

In half a minute he was standing behind you once more.

With your head hanging low, you felt the weight on your backside diminish imperceptibly. The platter disappeared next, landing on the counter.

Taehyung’s left hand laced with the hair on your nape, moving your rebellious locks aside. Now he had the whole expanse of your back before him, naked and richly arched.

Considering the situation, he cocked an eyebrow, clicking his tongue.

Something cold, like a blade pressed to your lower back, your spine arching even further.

“Stay still.” He said, bending to your ear. “If you move I’m gonna whip you.” He said minaciously.

He didn’t expect a reply, so you didn’t offer any. Cold liquid slid down the crevasse between your shoulder blades, sliding down the dip connecting your neck to your ass. Then something hot and soft appeared at the saddle of your back, where it reached the lowest spot. You put two and two together.

He was doing body shots down your spine.

You were sure when something that must have been his tongue slid all the way up to your nape. “Delicious.” He said, his hand placing down the empty glass on the counter, his erection pressing against your ass. “Let’s see if you can take it.” He murmured, standing straight and tugging at your hair until you were perched on your elbows, his reflection and yours appearing in the mirror in front of you. Which reflected the mirror behind you. Which allowed you to see Taehyung’s handsome figure.

He licked his lip and tipped his head back, looking at you cockily before gripping his hard on, rubbing the soft, velvety head against your labia, spreading your wetness before he let the tip sink in.

You moaned desperately. “Oh god.” You called, closing your eyes and looking away.

He gave a sharp tug at your hair. “Look how good you take my cock.” He said, staying perfectly still until he saw your eyes open through the reflection in the mirror.

“Please.” You begged weakly.

“What?” He asked.

“Please, sir. I’d like you to wreck me, sir.” You whined, pleading for his harsh ministrations, looking at him through the mirror.

He grinned and sunk all the way in.

You screamed.

He spanked you.

You took it with a tiny hiccup.

“Does my cock feel that good?” He asked, backing out.

“Yes, sir.” You replied meekly.

He slammed in again. “This is how you like it?” He asked sadistically, beginning to drive his hips into yours with a punishing pattern.

“Yes, sir. Please.”

“You’re such a slut for this cock.” He said, gritting his teeth, the veins at his neck bulging as his tendons flexed.

“I’m your slut, sir.” You said, ready to cry for him, completely shameless.

He grinned evilly. “Just for my cock. Such a horny fuckdoll.” He teased, delivering one more spank and making you arch your back, the tip of his cock hitting the most perfect spot, “drooling for my cock. Spitting in my mouth. Riding my face.” He rammed in even more furiously, your brow furrowing as you stared at the view of his back muscles flexing as he railed you, his glutes flashing as he hammered into you recklessly. “You’re such a dirty slut. You love being spanked, don’t you?” He asked, landing a loud smack on your other asscheek.

“I do, sir. Please, sir, please please… pl— I’m— Oh, sir.”

He went even harder, his middle finger reaching your clit and rubbing it as fast as he could. “Is this what you want? To cum on this cock? You want my fingers, little fuckdoll?” He asked deviously. “You’re such a pretty nymph. Living to get fucked.”

As you tried to turn toward him and lock your eyes with his, looking for reassurance, you spotted the side mirror, offering you the whole scene as it appeared on the right side. You ended up hypnotised by the motion of his cock sliding in and out too fast for your unfocused eyes to actually capture the whole vision.

Your high crested before you even felt it grow. It overthrew you, your arms failing you, your knees bending and your thighs pressing together.

Taehyung had none of it. His hand forcefully parted your legs again before landing a hard spank on your labia.

“Stay still and take my cock.” He said, angrily keeping his hand on your clit and rubbing it faster while he made you stand straighter, your tits appearing in the mirror in front of you, bouncing as he rammed violently into you.

The high didn’t stop. It grew even more.

He felt you milk him harder and harder. “Cum again, nymph. Cum on my cock again. Make it rain and wet the fucking floor.” He said, growling at your ear. “Look at those tits. So fucking good.” He growled, just as you shook your head in complete helplessness. “I’m gonna suck them like a baby before I fall asleep.” He said, gently slapping one until his strokes became irregular and even more ruthless.

You pushed your own hips hard against him until you finally felt that uncomfortable sensation leave your womb, eyes closing, shoulders collapsing, knees shaking and wobbling until they completely gave out, Taehyung’s body following yours and saving you from the tap as your torso landed against the sink, your legs spasming and leaving the floor as you screamed Taehyung’s name, his hand strumming your clit until you went completely silent and he heard you sob and pant. “Tae.” You called, voice thin before every sensation stopped.

You awoke to Taehyung’s hand touching your face.

“Lace, darling.” He called, “____, love.” He murmured against your ear.

First you realised your legs hurt. Like you had done too much exercise. Next, you realised he wasn’t inside you still. Some part of you felt cold.

“Tae.” You said, confused.

“Oh, baby.” He said, smiling his biggest boxy smile, touching your cheek again, dragging your hair off your eyes. “Are you okay, dove?” He asked, simply looking at you.

You nodded, confused. “I think I blacked out?” You said, trying to stand straight.

He was immediately close to you holding your hand and offering you his body as your support. “You did, love.” He confirmed. “Are you okay?” He asked again, just as you felt your foot land on a wet patch on the floor.

“Did I… ?” You asked, looking at the small puddle there.

“Yeah… ” He smiled sheepishly. “I have your blanket if you’d like.” He said, hugging you to himself.

You shook your head. “Shower?” You asked.

He nodded. “Let’s go.”

He opened the glass door and switched on the soft lights there, set them to the softest tone and helped you in, holding your hand as he used the other to open the tap and test the water for the right temperature. He grabbed your hair tie near the body wash and offered it to you.

“We’ll just rinse real quick, yeah?” He said, leading you under the spray and pouring a small amount of soap in his hands, foaming in up and rubbing it against your legs, before reaching your crotch. “I’ll go easy here,” he warned before his hand skimmed your skin, making sure that you weren’t dripping his seed anymore. Once he was done there, he rinsed his hands and poured some more body wash, repeating the procedure and removing any stain of wine from your back. Satisfied, he pulled you into his arms. “I love you so much, Lace.” He murmured in your ear. “You’re safe here, love.” He reassured you, protecting you. “You are beautiful and strong and sexy.” He said, healing any wound he had caused with his dirty talking, putting you together after pulling you apart. “You are worthy of affection, and respect and love.” He said, watching as you turned and tried to clean him up yourself, his messy eye makeup dribbling down his cheeks.

Once done with the shower, he wrapped you up in his bathrobe, a bit too big for you, making you feel hugged and extra-pampered.

He patted your head with one hand as he removed what was left of his mascara and eyeshadow. And then he placed an arm around you, back hugging you as you both brushed your teeth, his body clad in a towel before he swapped it for a pair of boxers and a sleeping shirt.

“Let’s put you into this.” He said, grabbing one of his robes from his sleeping clothes and wrapping you up in it, lacing your hands with his as you both reached the kitchen.

You stayed silent as he helped you sit on the counter, standing between your legs as he reached for a bottle of water and two glasses, stretching to reach your sleeping pills. He offered you a glass and got a pill ready, passing it to you once he managed to work it open. “There you go, love.”

You nodded and downed the pill, forcing yourself to finish the large cup of water, just as he downed his own, looking at you and making sure that you drank it all.

You placed the cup down and hugged him, waiting for him to finish.

He took your hand in his again, keeping you as close to him as possible as he brought the cups to the sink and led the two of you back to the bedroom.

You climbed the bed absentmindedly as he entered the closet, coming out with a rather large tiger plushie and a fluffy blanket with a polar bear print.

Crawling close to you, he waited for you to remove the robe and slide underneath the covers. Next he threw the blanket on top of your body, making sure that it stayed close to your face. After that, he placed the plushie in your arms, tucking the blanket tight. On his bedside table, he switched on the air purifier, the gentle scent of pine filling the room.

The lights went off.

His body came closer to yours and you cuddled in absentmindedly, his limbs tightening around your shape, warming you up immediately.

“I love you, Lace.” He said, again.

“I love you too,” you replied softly before a yawn.

“My pretty dove. Beautiful dove. My angel… My fairy… My joy… My peace...” And with a litany of sweet praises whispered in your ear, you fell asleep like a baby.

[velvetmud]

the met gala pics of pedro in that shade of red??? vampire he's a vampire. when he's torturing the silver lake guys and says the very gentle/terrifying "it's okay, I believe him" — i want that tone of voice as he drinks from you and soothes you through it, and while he’s drinking you you’re riding his cock

I go so all out with an idea that I have genuinely no idea how to make it short when I’m fired up ohhhh my god but this hit different. bless bless tho this idea fucking hit 11/10

warning(s): 18+ explicit, blood, daddy kink, dirty talk, smoking, drinking, passing out, generally dark vibes. you’ve been forewarned

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he was drawn to you. the rapid thump thump thump thump of your heartbeat taunts him from across the bar.

it’d be humanly impossible for anyone else obtaining the same delight of smelling the pheromones dripping off of you in beads of sweat, coming down your chest - but that’s just it. joel wasn’t human.

he’s spent a good portion of his time in recent years bored and unsatisfied by himself. these days bar hopping in hopes to meet a woman to bite and drink and fuck became his new favorite pass time.

he eyes you sipping a fruity drink through a dainty straw. chewing on the melting cubes of ice. daring red lipstick leaving a stain around the tip after each sip. he wonders what it would look like if you smeared your lips all over the base of his dick. a grin crept on his face when he also notes it’s the very same color as the coat he has on.

god, and that fucking neck.

there’s over a million ways to turn a vampire on, given they have as simple of taste as joel does. seeing a gorgeous naked neck that just begs his teeth to sink into—nothing could ever get him pounding so fast. now you’re laughing at something one of your girl friends say, throwing your head back and stretching it out. almost mocking him.

joel’s intent stare doesn’t leave you as he took the last swig of thick whiskey remaining in his glass. settles himself down a little bit. the last thing he needs is for his teeth to come out in public, or coming on too strong. before he has a chance to flag the bartender down to order you something, he knows when it’s your scent coming closer. that steady growing thump thump thump of your pulse got even louder—

“hey there,” you greet him, cheeky as you flop down onto the chair right next to his. the space is squished enough that your knees brush each others. although taken aback by the pleasant surprise, he can’t believe it being as easy as dangling a carrot in front of a bunny.

“couldn’t help notice this coat actually matched my lipstick. thought to myself maybe I’d try and buy the man a drink,” you propose.

he loves just how easy you’ve made this for him.

joel decides his next move as if he were playing chess. his pale fingers crept over to your hand resting beneath the table, hovering for a moment before finally joining them together.

you feel the flashy gold pinky ring that shined in the light, figuring that must’ve cost him a kidney as he stroked the back of your hand. once he leans down in your ear, he can’t help himself but inhale the scent. licks his lips, he really isn’t fucking lying when he says —

“well sweet girl, I was gettin’ pretty thirsty over here. m’glad you asked. ”

-

two rounds of drinks he pays for later, you’re both drunk putty in each other’s arms. dancing on the lines somewhere between reckless and buzzed. making an obnoxious exit wrapped around one another, determined to get back to his. joel might’ve been tipsy, but he knows he’s got nine good hours of dark until dawn inevitably came.

he gets his lips on yours in the backseat of a cab. your lips felt so soft and cruel against his. the way your lipstick smears around his own lips makes it all the more thrilling. unbothered by the driver’s presence, he moans hungrily once he sees his chance and latches right onto your neck, like an addict’s relief after finally getting his fix. containing himself for when he’ll get to break the skin and taste the crimson running down his tongue.

you prop a thigh up and lock him in, running your fingers through his slicked back hair. ruining it. joel suckles on your neck with unquenched thirst, already working on a third hickey once the driver pulls up in front of joel’s flat. it took longer than it should have to realize the vehicle was no longer moving, as pissed as the driver might’ve been, but you’re both void of any shame.

as you both skip inside, unable to pull any limbs away, he practically has to kick open his front door.

the personality of the interior intrigues you as he welcomes you in. the vintage art crowding the walls, the sixties and seventies themed furniture, the red velvety comforter of the master bed. you also couldn’t help the curious eye at all of his blackout curtains. you don’t get the chance to start the question before he predicted you’d ask, telling you he just likes keeping it dark.

he wipes the puzzled look off your face when he goes in to grab your chin and smash his lips back down on yours, this time around not containing anything now that you both have the privacy.

“smell so good to me, angel. couldn’t focus on nothing else—fuck I ain’t getting enough. need to see you some more. let’s get those arms up, take this off, yeah. there she is. my precious fucking girl.”

he showers you in pet names and praise. that nose stayed buried in your neck, marveling at the skin. nipping gently and sucking the red skin, pulling back to admire his work and watch the mark turn purple. the vibrating beat of your pulse so close put him in a trance. one other greedy hand snakes down and began pinching and twisting your nipples. with there being no need to conceal any of your own thoughts and noises, you hum his obscenities right back at him, fueling his desires. when you whine in his ear for him to fuck you, he laughs and guides your back to fall down on those velvety sheets.

“mhm, just relax for me little one. lay back, let daddy do the work.”

judging by your squirming, you really like that.

still sticking to his mission, he slowly claws at your remaining clothes with intent. in the soft candle light of his room, you’re giddy once you spot the evidence of your lips still all over him. it doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest, it looked like red was even his favorite color.

his kisses get longer and wetter once he’s met the insides of your thighs, moving to your gushing outer lips. with a possessive grip, he squeezes your thighs in the palms of his hands and damn near salivates after you spread for him.

“prettiest pussy I’ve eaten in a long, long time.” he sighs. effortlessly raising your knees up to hook around his shoulders. his mouth waters and his teeth threaten to show as he lifts your hood up with his thumb. if he couldn’t see in the dim light, he’d be able to hear how ready you’ve been. “oh yeah. this is wet. is this pussy begging to sit on a cock already baby?” he taunts, smoothing the pad of his finger in between to listen to the lewd glide it makes. his stubborn dick bobs around, still helplessly trapped in his pants.

“take yours off too, daddy,” you plead, weakly pulling at the collar of his button up.

joel exhaled through his nose, still holding onto a great deal of self control even if you insist on breaking him down to itty bitty pieces. he prods himself up onto his knees, keeping those legs wrapped around him like a necklace before he gives you further instruction. “I’ll get the rest, but you need to unbutton this for me, angel, use those fingers.”

with haste fingers and patience worn thin, you manage to tear open the shirt while your feet rest on his shoulders. he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss each one as you finished up, his broad naked chest out in the open.

“good girl. spread those legs again for me.”

the shirt and pants that were previously in the way have now been carelessly flung to the ground by his arms. he eagerly nestles his head back down, guiding you to lay back again and let him continue drinking you up.

your pathetic pleas get muffled into the pillows beside you, your head thrashing back and forth like a fish out of water. if it was another woman, concealing all her squealing and howling like a bitch in his pillow, it wouldn’t phase him as much. but he fed off seeing all of your faces, pouting and scrunching up in beautiful ways with every swirl of his tongue on your clit.

“c’mon baby, stay with me, keep those pretty eyes on daddy. like when I can see those little faces you make.”

joel’s condescending tone doesn’t allow any room for opposition. with a nervous swallow, you obey. your reward for listening is instantaneous, because the tongue between your legs doesn’t relent, doesn’t resist once he has you right where he needs you.

he butters you up further to the point where you aren’t getting scared off by his experiments pushing the boundaries. gets harsher biting and nipping on your inner thighs when his fingers take to occupying you. he sees just how far gone you are, how you’ve creamed all over his fingers. you can’t even help closing your eyes again anymore despite his wishes. this time he lets you drift off and wallow in pleasure. you rigorously grind up and down to fuck every inch of his digits, distracted and immersed.

nothing could stop him anymore. now he wants to show his teeth.

wants to feast with his teeth.

joel’s fangs unsheathe from the upper corners of his gums with a clench of his jaw while you’re above him. oblivious. his tongue takes it easy on the meat of your thigh at first before slowly sinking his sharp teeth right into the meat of your thigh, drawing out some small drops of blood from the poke.

he groans like you’re the first happy meal he’s ever tasted. savors the little droplets of red beading from your skin, kitten licking to soothe the blow. fuck.

you’ve snapped your head up after feeling an unfamiliar pinch.

“w-what was—“

the bite he made still pearled more drops of blood and he catches it with his finger, sucking it into his mouth.“shhh, it’s okay baby. you’re fine. you’re okay.”

before you could ask any more questions he plunged another finger in you and fucks you with it. the pain immediately forgotten, you fall back into riding his fingers as he licks his leftovers.

“shit, I’m in for a treat. alright baby girl, m’gonna give you what you need. sit up for daddy. that’s right, pretty girl.”

he grants his dick a good few pumps from his hand before maneuvering you around to swap places. he lies his head back against the head board and settles you down on top of him.

you thought you catch a flash of sharper teeth when he grins down where you brush your pelvis on his. but you chalk it up to nothing more than imagining things, especially after the drinks you’ve had tonight.

“wanna watch you bounce on it for me. line me up, just like that,” he coached, watching you spread yourself with your fingers to accommodate his girth. he doesn’t stop eyeing your joining bodies like a hawk as you finally start to sink down, the head of his dick disappearing in your warmth. you close your eyes and breathe, slamming all the way down and surprising the two of you.

knocking the wind out of joel, he stutters and growls before tilting your face close to his.

“what a good girl, taking it all in one go—shit honey, that’s it.”

the sight alone of your bouncing chest as you rode up and down without mercy made joel wish he could fuck you like this in the sunlight. study every bump and curve and freckle on your body.

your neck extends just for him when he trails his thumb down to smoothe circles on your clit. he doesn’t miss the opportunity to dive right in, starting innocent to ease you through it. rough lips sucking and nibbling down. harmless at first.

his lap is drenched with your juices, filling you up with each pump of your hips relentlessly fucking him up and down. the trail of kisses followed the bone of your jaw, moving right up to your ear to whisper:

“want’chu to take a deep breath for me, baby girl. there we go.”

you’re too blissed out on his dick to ask questions, moaning out his name and holding tight onto his broad shoulders. joel can feel the vibration in your throat, every noise you make, amplified. your heart skips a beat once he plunged his fangs into the thick skin of your neck. he’s cutting deeper this time, instead of the innocent paper cut trail of blood coming from your thighs, it’s a stream that steadily gushes down to your chest.

the animal in him bursts out of the cage once the flow hit his tastebuds. he grasps your back to keep your body on him when you wail out of shock. the initial sting forced a scream out from you, but he just greedily keeps on drinking.

“f-fuck, what is that…. are you…?”

he shushes you some more, pulling back for the first time and moving your hair to the side. you see his mouth drenched in more red, but it’s sure as shit not from your lipstick.

“knew you’d taste sweet,” he murmurs, voice hoarse as he goes back in to kitten lick your wounds. he sucks down the drying trail of blood that made its way down your breast. he pants and sweats enough to sound like he just ran a marathon before looking down at the skin of your neck and then right back to your eyes. “you’ll feel so good, promise. just need to keep going. don’t stop riding, princess.”

your confusion muddles with arousal. the glimpse of what could’ve been fangs when he smiled down at you, the stabbing pain on your neck and thighs, the freaky black out curtains, not to mention his obsession with kissing your neck.

you’re dizzy as the world around you starts to fog. he sees how weakened you’ve become and takes over, bouncing your tired body up and down with his arms hugging around your waist. he couldn’t resist going back in to take another long bite on the neglected side of your bruised neck, drinking right from your flesh. more spills down while he shakes you awake to rub your clit.

“that’s it, stay awake and cum for daddy.”

you don’t know how he’s managed to still make you cum this hard while only being half conscious, but you’ve made an even bigger mess on his groin.

that was the final straw and he can’t take it anymore. he bites down on the first mark he made between your ear and your shoulder just one last time. he doesn’t hold back his own animalistic sounds, roaring deep down from his chest while his cum floods the mess of your blood.

as you both come down, he still takes some time to catch his own breath as he gently moved your boneless body to lie down next to him. he reckons you’ll either go through a little hell or just go to sleep. wake up as his own little vamp, pestering him to get fed. he can’t help it, he smiles when he really starts to imagine it.

propping up an arm to support the back his head, he extends the other arm to his night stand and fetched himself a cigarette. after puffing on it for a few moments, he noticed how he’s already left behind his own stain on the butt of it from your combined remanents of blood and lipstick all over his mouth.

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up to you if she just d!3d or if he turned her then they live happily ever after and drink tons more people together. your pick!

this was honestly so fun to write, more dark au’s might be another route I’ll take in the future. lemme know if you get that appeal too :)

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Red - Felix 🌺

Warnings 🌹 : dom!reader, sub!Felix, female reader, choking, cock-stepping?, footjob?, degradation, slight praise, couch sex, riding, this is pretty long 🤷‍♀️

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Tumblr deleted the last part so I had to rewrite and it’s not as good :( feedback is appreciated! ;)

The day started with your boyfriend, Felix, and you chilling on the couch watching random movies. Well, more like you two talking and cuddling while the movie played in the background. You two laugh and tell each other about your week and how you were doing. It’s always a fun time with Felix and his adorable self.

He looks especially cute today with his messy hair and puffy cheeks, his freckles splashed on them like little stars. The sunlight from the window made his beautiful skin glow and his eyes sparkled. His giggles and jokes had you smiling like a maniac. You bring your dominant hand up to squish his cheek and move the stand of hair covering his face behind his ear. Slowly dropping down to his exposed neck and staying there for a while. Your fingers caress his neck and thoughts flood your mind.

Something about his neck has been making your eyes trail towards them the past few days. Maybe it was because of that video you watched of a boy being choked and begging for more.

Whenever you cuddle, his neck would be right in front of you. Just an inch away and you could bite it, make red marks all over him. Hear the pretty sounds he would make. You could glide your hand up and give his neck a soft squeeze. Feel the way he would gulp and shiver under your hands and gaze. Would he ask for more?

“Um, Y-Y/N?”

You’re put out of your trance when you hear Felix clear his throat. He had stopped speaking, his face a bit red and a sheepish smile on his face. Your eyes widen, finally realizing you were staring and your hand has been holding his neck for a whole. Feeling embarrassed at your thoughts you quickly try to retract your hand. Felix’s eyes trail down to your nails and before you hide your hands, he takes a hold of it.

“Your nail polish is coming off,” he says casually with a pout. Like you hadn’t just stared at his neck for maybe minutes. Not weird at all.

“I know. I’ll repaint it when I have time later on,” you look at your nails that have blue nail polish on some parts and other parts had already come off. Your nails had gotten long as well.

You try to put your hand down but Felix doesn’t let go. You raise an eyebrow at him, confused at his actions. He looks at you, holding your hand with both of his.

“Can I paint them?” He asks with an eager tone. You don’t know why he would want to but you weren’t reluctant. “Sure.”

With a huge grin, he gets off the couch and runs towards the bedroom where you kept all your make-up and nail polish. You’re very curious at his eagerness.

You sigh, thinking about how to bring up the subject to Felix. You don’t know if he’d be willing to try. You’ve had sex before but you never established who’s dominant or submissive, though Felix preferred to be taken care of. You don’t know if he’d be into choking and being a little rough. Hearing footsteps coming back into the room, you straighten up and clear your head.

Felix is back with red nail polish and remover. You move over to let him sit down next to you but he doesn’t, deciding to sit on the floor instead. On his knees and looking up to you with his big eyes. You pause to just stare at him, the position he is in giving you dirty thoughts. Again. You shake your head, getting rid of them.

“What’s wrong?” Felix asks with a head tilt. He reaches out to you to take your hands in his.

“It’s nothing,” you lie.

Your sitting position is very uncomfortable so you lay on your side, legs stretched out and one head supporting you head while Felix works on one hand.

His left hand wraps around your right one and he starts by removing your old nail polish. You just stare down at him. He’s sitting like an anime girl, his thighs squished together, and humming a soft tune. You notice his hair has gotten a bit longer as well.

You begin to wonder how it would feel to run your fingers through it and give it a tug. How would he react?

And you get lost in your thoughts again because Felix has to bring you back again. While you’re daydreaming, he had finished painting your nails and he’s looking at you for approval.

“Did I do it well?”

Felix has both your hands in his which makes you sit up on the couch, towaring over him. He has his neck bent in order to look at you, his neck and chest on display for you. Your hands are right there in front of his neck. And the dark red nail polish contrasts so much with his skin. You move your hands towards his neck slowly, testing if he would stop you once you place them there.

He doesn’t.

His hands are on your wrists but he makes no effort to stop you as you wrap your hands gently on his neck. You can feel him taking a deep breath and gulping.

“I’m guessing I did extremely well,” Felix chirps in a teasing voice. Which makes you look up from his neck. His mouth has formed into a smile and his eyes, a gleam of mischief.

Confused and afraid he’s noticed, you begin to pull your hands away from his neck only to be stopped by him again, keeping your hands on his neck.

“Did you-?”

“Know?” He finishes your sentence. Slowly, he moves towards you more so that he is situated in between your thighs, your hands still on his neck putting more pressure on it. “I did.”

“How and when?” You demanded.

He smirks. Which is ironic considering the position he’s in.

“Come on, baby. It’s pretty obvious with the way you’ve been staring at my neck at any chance you get these couple of days. Why do you think I made sure to wear low cut shirts and chokers for?”

Honestly, you are shocked to say the least. You wouldn’t think for Felix to do such a thing on purpose. Just to tease you when you’re already dying? That made you a bit angry but also relieved that you don’t have to verbally tell him that you wanted to choke and bite him. Save you some embarrassment.

You give his neck another squeeze, a bit harder this time making him gasp from surprise.

“So,” you start getting Felix’s undivided attention. “My baby boy has been teasing me this whole time?”

Felix nods slowly, all his earlier cockiness gone out the window. “M’sorry. I love your eyes on me. Wanted more of your attention. I love when your hand lingers on my neck.”

“Yeah? Like this?”

He lets out a soft moan when you squeeze his neck just a bit more. With you nails digging in slightly.

“Y-yeah. Love when you look at me, touch me, and c-control me.”

Felix blushes at his own words and closes his eyes in embarrassment.

“Didn’t think you were so dirty, Lixie. Acting all innocent when you’re just a little slut.”

Felix’s breath hitches at your words and you wonder if you shouldn’t have said that. Until you notice him squirming and you feel him lightly rutting against your leg. You let out a laugh in disbelief, putting a bit more pressure on the sides of his neck.

“Babe, you really are a desperate slut. Rutting against my leg like that. I guess that’s enough for you, right? Wanna make a mess in your pants?”

He whines. “W-want your touch please~”

You hum, acknowledging him but not moving anywhere to give him what he wants. Only your left hand slides over to the back of his head, a yelp escaping Felix when you give it a harsh tug. He continues to move against your leg, his hands gripping at your thighs. He pants and moans at the friction and just gets lost at the feeling of your hand on his neck, slowly scratching along it, down to his chest and giving a pinch to his nipple over his shirt.

“Nghh!”

Felix yelps when you push him back, his hands flying out to hold him up. His thighs instinctively try to close when you press your foot on his clothed cock.

“Spread your legs,” you demand, putting pressure on him and moving your foot.

He does as he’s told and whimpers when you move your foot faster.

The friction on his dick overwhelms him and the way you look at him makes him feel so small. Using your leg to get off makes Felix feel dirty and he’s loving every part of it. The amount of times he’s fantasized about you choking and degrading him. And now it’s actually happening and he feels dizzy from the pleasure. His hands that are holding him up, shake under him. His back arches when you toy with just the head of his sensitive cock.

“A-ah! Pl-please, please, - agh- m’gonna c-cum. Wanna feel you~ please,” he says, his sentence cut off by his sweet moans.

Though he says that, he doesn’t stop you. His head droops to the side and his eyes are lidded, looking at you, then closing them when he sees your intense stare. The smirk on your lips that told him who’s in control.

He moves his hips desperately chasing his orgasm. And the cry he lets out when you step on his cock to stop him from moving. He sounds so desperate and broken. He’s become putty in your hands and you’re loving every second of it.

He tries to move again but you press your foot down even more.

“Mgh. Whyyyy? I w-was so close,” he pouts, glaring at you but he doesn’t look intimidating at all.

“Oh? I thought you wanted to feel me, Lixie. Did my dumb little slut forget already?”

You move your foot harder a few times, laughing at Felix’s reaction.

“Ah ah ah! Sensitive! P-please!”

His thighs shake where they stay open and spread for you. His shame long gone and pleasure clouding his mind.

“S-sorry. Felt so g-good. Wanna fuck you, p-please?”

Felix’s eyes are big awaiting for your answer. Still looking so innocent despite the words he’s speaking and what he’s doing now.

“Dirty mouth you have, Lixie. Let’s see if we can do something about it, hmm? Get up, baby.”

He’s obedient. Gets up as he’s told, though he does have trouble because his legs are a bit shaky.

“Aww. I haven’t even touched your cute cock properly and you’re already shaken up?”

Felix’s cheeks become impossibly redder, getting even more turned on by the humiliation.

“Strip and come over here,” you command, laying down on the couch.

You watch as he nods and begins to take off his shirt and then his pants. You stare at his beautiful body waiting for him to fully show himself.

“My baby’s always so pretty, huh? Come on, take off your boxers. Don’t be shy now,” you encourage.

Felix takes off his boxers, albeit shyly, his dick slapping his abdomen, making a wet noise. You giggle at that while he whines in embarrassment.

“Why don’t you help me with my clothes now?”

You had already taken off your shirt and pants and were only in your underwear and bra just to tease him.

He comes over to you, getting on the couch, on top of you. You spread your legs so he could sit down in between them. His breath is shaky as he takes off your bra and his hands trail down to take off your panties.

“See how much you turn me on, Lixie?”

“Mhm. I love that, too. Love to make you feel good, Y/N.”

Without another word, you grab onto Felix’s hair and pull him to you, smashing your lips on his. He stumbles from the force, his body pressing on yours. He moans at the wet feeling of your pussy against his dick, the sound muffled by your mouth. He kisses you desperately, mouth opening eagerly for your tongue. You lick over his lips and bite down lightly, before letting him go.

“Get up, babe.”

Felix is breathless, panting and confused at your command. He whimpers thinking that you’re gonna deny him. Though he follows your orders and gets up.

You get off the couch and push him down on his back.

“It’s easier to choke you this way, Lix,” you smirk, throwing your leg over his hip and straddling him. You start to grind on him.

“Please~ F-fuck me. Choke me. A-anything. Just p-please,” Felix begs. His hands have found yours and he tugs at them, bringing them to his neck.

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll reward you, cutie,” you say, taking a hold of his cock with one hand and slowly slipping it inside you.

You both moan at the sensation when he’s fully inside. You stay still for a few seconds so you can get used to it. Felix squirms and tries to buck up into you.

“P-please move.” He begs. “Ah~”

“Impatient brat.”

With that, you raise yourself and slam back on to him. The quick pace pulling out delicious moans from the boy underneath you. His back arches at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. He holds your hands again.

“Choke me- nghh- please ch-choke me!” He stutters out.

“Of course. My little slut loves being choked doesn’t he?”

“Mhm! Ah! Th-thank you, thank y-you!” he gasps at the feeling of your fingers pressing at the sides of his neck.

His noises get even louder and high pitched with the feeling of being inside you and your hands wrapped around his beautiful neck. You wouldn’t be surprised if you got weird looks from your neighbors tomorrow.

Felix loves the lightheadedness and the pleasure from your walls squeezing his dick. He’s riled up so much and probably won’t last long.

He looks so lost in his pleasure. He’s babbling about how good it feels, incoherently. His head is thrown back with his mouth hung open, a dribble of drool leaking down the side of his mouth.

“Filthy boy,” you remark.

His noises spur you on to go faster and Felix lets a particularly loud moan when you squeeze around him.

“You look so pretty with my hands on your neck, Lixie.”

“Mmm. T-thank you,” he mumbles. His toes curl at the compliment pushing him more into his headspace.

“S-shit. Make more of those cute noises for me,” you’re breathless and close, too.

You use one of your hands to hold Felix’s waist and get a steady rhythm. With you other hand, you make light scratches on his neck, red lines awaking under the nails.

Leaning down, you sucked on the side of his neck and made marks down to his chest and sucked a nipple into your mouth. Felix was going crazy with all the stimulation all over his body.

“Nghh! Gonna c-cum. Need t-to cum! P-please! C-can I cum?”

“Go ahead, baby,” you say. He doesn’t hear you because he continues to beg and pout.

“I said, s-said p-please?! C-cum! C-cum need! P-pleathe!”

You lean down to give him permission. Felix’s body shivers even more at your hot breath near his ears. Your words that come next make his eyes roll back and finally spill into you with a loud moan.

“Can’t even say a sentence properly? My cute, pathetic slut. Cum for mommy, slut.”

His cum fills you up but doesn’t get you to cum. You slow down to let him ride his orgasm but don’t stop. His moans start to pick up again when you speed up to reach your own orgasm.

“Ah! A-ah! Sen-sensitive!”

“Just a bit more, baby. Be a good boy for me, yeah?”

Despite the overstimulation, Felix nods wanting to be your good boy. He tears up from the sensitivity and his moans get loader.

You let go of his neck to touch your clit, the two stimulations finally making you reach the edge. Felix whimpers because of you squeezing around his dick. And you finally stop.

There’s only heavy breathing in the room as you plop down on Felix. Both of you are fucking tired and sleepy.

“Didn’t know you’d be into that, Lix,” you tease.

He whines. “You’re one to talk. ‘Mommy?’ I think you unlocked a kink within me.”

You giggle at his cuteness.

And silence. A comfortable one.

You raise yourself up with your arms to look down directly at Felix. His little tears have dried up and his hair is all over the place. There’s a soft smile on his lips and his eyes are filled with love looking up at you.

“Thanks for indulging in my fantasies, Lixie,” you say.

He winks. “My pleasure, Y/N. Literally.”

You shake your head and chuckle. “Let’s get cleaned up, love.”