#choke me with those rings 😩

[skzdarlings]

the demonstration ; skz ; jeongin x reader

requested by anonymous: you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜ w Jeongin? 😩 please 🥰. requested by anonymous: I.N AND ❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜ ❛ you taste like heaven. ❜ PLEASE IF YOU CAN BEGGING YOU

pairing: yang jeongin/reader content info: friends to lovers. reader asks jeongin if he has ever made someone squirt and if so please show her hehe. reader mentions a bad date with a rude guy who called her high-strung. squirting, pussy-eating, riding, just a good time lol. explicit sexual content. word count: 4000 words.

masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

enjoy <3

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Jeongin is finally awake when you return to his apartment.  You visited this morning but he must have had a late night because the flat was dark and silent when you let yourself in. You went for a stroll, hoping the fresh air would clear your mind, but what you really needed was him.  A conversation with Jeongin always improves your mood.  Just thinking about those deep dimples brings out your own smile.  

“Hi there,” you say sweetly.  You close the door and replace your shoes with the slippers he keeps for you.  You bound up to the kitchen counter.  “Can I ask you something?”  

Jeongin clearly just rolled out of bed.  Far from glamourous, your nonetheless very handsome friend is wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and his black thick-rimmed glasses.  He has the hood pulled over his head, his dishevelled black hair peeking out.  A bowl of ramen sits in front of him, though his sleepy gaze is on his phone, long ringed fingers curled around the device. 

You look at those fingers thoughtfully, your mouth a little drier than before.  Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all…

It’s too late.  Jeongin emerges from the slumped cavern of his hoodie, lifting his bespectacled face.  He dutifully puts his phone facedown on the counter.   Pushing his sleeves to his elbows, he says, “Of course.  Hi.  How are—”  He yawns before he can finish.  The yawn breaks into a wheezy little laugh.   

You take the seat across from him at the kitchen island and watch him twirl his chopsticks.  Nimble fingers flip them around before he digs into his noodles, slurping a little ungracefully.  He swallows almost half the bowl in a scoop.  Your eyes are still on his hands.   

“Jeongin,” you say.  “Have you ever—oh, no, thank you.” 

He is holding out a clump of noodles on his chopsticks.  When you decline, he shoves it in his own mouth. 

“Jeongin,” you say again.  “Have you ever made a girl squirt?”

He chokes on the noodles.  It gets ugly quick.  You emit a little squeak of your own when he thumps on his chest so hard that his hood falls back and his glasses fall off.  He hacks up the noodles and spits some across the island. 

“Are you okay?” you ask.     

“I’m fine,” he says in a rough voice, squinting hard like a beleaguered puppy.  He fumbles with his glasses, blinking quickly once they are back on his face.   Then he reaches for his water bottle and unscrews it with a flick of his fingers.  He rubs his chest while drinking.

You purse your lips, watching him.  His profile is so defined, his jaw so sharp and cheekbones high.  He really is ridiculously handsome.  And those hands.  You look at the prominence of the veins running down his forearm, the subtle strength in his slender form, the long easy grace of his fingers.  If any man is turning women into waterfalls, it must be him.

“So,” you say, “have you ever done it?”

He chokes on his water, but not as dramatically as the noodles.  It’s a messy hiccup and he dribbles water down his chin, barely catching it in the cup of his hand.  He puts the bottle aside and wipes his hand on his thigh. 

“I don’t think I understand the question,” he finally says. 

“What? ‘Have you ever made a girl squirt?’” you ask, tipping your head.  “Sorry, what’s confusing?”

“Um.”  He looks at you in bewilderment.  “The part where you are asking me it?” 

“Oh.”  A little – okay, a lot of embarrassed heat explodes in your chest.  It radiates out with rapid-fire speed, scalding your neck and your face. 

You lower your gaze.  His dark eyes and expressive brows are now too intense for you.  You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, thumbs pushing at each other. 

“Well,” you say, slowly.  You look anywhere but him. “Something sort of happened.”

When you chance an upward glance, he is looking at you very studiously.   

“Sort of…” he says, looking more confused by the second.  “Did you… sort of… squirt?”

You cover your face, suddenly embarrassed beyond words.  Why did this seem like a good idea again?  You were so convinced a few minutes ago that this was a totally fine conversation to have with your friend.  Now you want the floor to open up and swallow you whole. 

You make a miserable little sound into your palms and Jeongin finally laughs.  His whole face crinkles with delight and he laughs so hard that it sounds like he can barely breathe.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you wail. 

“I’m not, I’m not,” he lies, because he is laughing his ass off while he says it.  “Come on, it’s fine.  Stop hiding.” 

He reaches across the counter for you.  You jerk away, mewling pathetically, which just makes him laugh again.  He eventually uses both hands to peel apart your death grip.  You still avoid his gaze, staring down at the counter, but he dips his head to chase your eyes. 

“There you are,” he says when your gazes meet.  “Crazy girl!  Ask me again.” 

“I forgot the question,” you say, petulant.

He snorts.  “I didn’t,” he says.  “You wanted to know if I ever made a woman—”

“Yes, I know what I asked!” you say, shaking your head.  You see him smile, a giant grin of immense amusement as you tug at your cheeks in distress.  “I’m sorry I asked.  It’s just that…”

“Something sort of happened?” he supplies when you trail off. 

“Technically,” you say, “something sort of didn’t happen.” 

“Ohhh.”  He returns to looking bashful, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Were you… with… someone?”

“Mhm.”  You both look at the kitchen counter while you speak.  “I had a date.  I planned the whole thing out.  You know me, I like a plan.”  You try to laugh but a flood of humiliation washes over you, the recollection of last night and how everything went so, so wrong.  You close your eyes and sigh.  “Ugh.  It was going well so I brought him back to my place.  Things got heated.  He said he was really good at… doing that… I said I had never done it before and he got excited and said I would like it.  I think I just… thought about it too much.  You know me!  I like a plan!  That wasn’t the plan!  Anyway, we put a towel on the bed which is why it was even more embarrassing when I couldn’t… when he couldn’t make me… ugh.”  You flop forward, pressing your forehead to the cold marble countertop.  “He called me high-strung and left.” 

You lift your head slowly, looking at Jeongin for his reaction.  His expression is all scrunched up like he smells something bad.  Then he gestures as if he is vomiting, making the noisy hurling sounds to match. 

You laugh in spite of yourself, nodding.

“I know, I know, you’re right,” you say.  “He sucked.” 

“High-strung?” Jeongin says, the word tumbling out like a curse.  “He said that?  Pffft—” 

You are glad you came to him.  Your other friends would have been protective and encouraging, which is nice, but Jeongin’s helpless laughter is more reassuring than anything.  That other guy was so pathetic that all Jeongin can do is laugh. 

Even so, you do feel a little sensitive about the whole thing.  You are smiling now but your gaze stays low.  You trace circles on the counter. 

“I know he… he was just embarrassed too.  He was rude to me, but… he wasn’t totally wrong.”

“No,” Jeongin says, shaking his head.  “No, no, no—”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you insist.  You let him take your hands and squeeze, but you talk before he can interrupt.  “Look he didn’t exactly handle it well but I… I am a little… um, overly thoughtful at times.  I’m not good at doing things in the spur of the moment.  It scares me and I think too much and once I start thinking I can’t stop.”  You let go of his hands, giving them one last friendly pat before you neatly fold your hands on the counter.  ���Anyway, I asked you what I did because I was hoping you could instruct me so I can practice.  That way next time it happens, I won’t get scared and think so much.”

You smile at him. 

He slowly takes his glasses off, his mouth open. 

“Oh,” he says.  “Okay.  Um.” 

“Soooo… have you?” 

The tips of his ears turn a vibrant red and he puts his reading glasses aside.  He takes a second to rub his eyes with an incredible amount of vigour.  You wait patiently and politely, watching him tug down the sleeves of his hoodie then push them back up.  Those long fingers swipe through his hair once, twice.  Finally, he crosses his arms and nods sharply. 

“Yes,” he says.  “I have.” 

Oh.

The subject of your abstract thought suddenly becomes a tangible reality.  You cannot get the unbidden mental image out of your head: Jeongin, knuckle-deep in the very wet, very soft heat of someone lucky, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of them.  It is unexpectedly easy to imagine yourself in their place, his dark head between your thighs and his steady arm at work. 

You cross your legs.  He notices. 

“Would you mind showing me?” you ask. 

“Showing you?” he repeats, his thick eyebrows high on his face.  “Showing you?” 

“Yes,” you say.  You are so preoccupied with your mental image that it takes a moment to realize your phrasing might be misconstrued.  “Not like that!” 

He jumps in surprise. 

“Oh my god.”  You put your hands over your face again.  “I meant… abstractly.  Draw it.  Or tell me.  I didn’t mean—oh my goodness.”

His ears are still red but Jeongin dissolves into giggles again.   Your mortification works wonders on his dimples. 

“I’m not very good at drawing,” he teases, patting you on the head. 

“Oh my goodness,” is all you manage. 

His laughter is infectious, overpowering your embarrassment until you are giggling with him. 

“I’m sorry,” you say when the laughter finally slows.  You smile, chagrined and apologetic.  “It was a stupid question in the first place.  I’m really embarrassed.” 

“No, don’t be,” he says, waving his hand.  “You can tell me anything.  I was just… surprised.”

“Yeah, so was he,” you say, making both of you laugh again. 

When the laughter subsides a second time, Jeongin sighs.  He puts his discarded glasses back on, blinking his vision into his focus and smiling at you.  After the last few minutes of conversation, that smiles gives you butterflies.  You touch a hand to your stomach as if to still them, but they flutter away. 

“I have an idea,” he says, holding out his hand. 

“Oh no,” you say but take that hand without hesitation.  “Am I about to regret so many things?”

“What?  No.  When have I ever had a bad idea?” he asks while laughing, no doubt in recollection of every combined bad idea your friendship has conjured. 

You can hardly judge him for any bad ideas, though, seeing as you waltzed in here today asking your friend if he had ever made someone squirt.  It sounds very ridiculous in hindsight, but you truly do trust Jeongin so much that the idea seemed reasonable at the time. 

Now you are in his bedroom, hovering by the bedside while he plops down on his bed with a sigh.  He adjusts his glasses and the neck of his hoodie, like this is all protocol and not remotely unusual.  He takes a pillow and lays it gingerly across his lap, then looks up and beckons you forward with the come-hither crook of two fingers.  His smirk is suggestive but playful, just teasing you, but it awakens those butterflies again. 

“Come on,” he says.  “Sit.  I’ll, um, show you.”

“Show me?” you say, eying the pillow in his lap.  “Yang Jeongin, are you… about to defile that pillow?”

“Yes,” he says, nodding solemnly.  “We’re gonna make it squirt.”

“You know when I asked if you had ever done it before, I meant on a human…”

“Wow! I’m helping you with a visual demonstration and you insult me—!”

“Aha, I’m sorry!”  You burst into laughter at the incredulity on his face.   When he pushes the pillow off his lap with a show of dramatics, you wave your hands just as theatrically.  “I mean it, I mean it,” you say, though your laughter contradicts the sincerity of your words.  “Please help me.  I’m sorry, hahaha, I was just teasing, I need your help, please!”

He tries to stand up but you block him, shuffling every time he leans.  He finally grabs your hips to move you but you grab his shoulders.  Your wrestling is a light-hearted tussle, but then he starts tickling you and you stand no chance of survival.  You turn into a flailing, yelping mess, laughing as you spill across the bed with your arms around each other.   He tortures you another second, forcing another apology out of your mouth. 

When it is over, you lay there, panting.  He is leaning over you, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders.   Your friend likes to laugh but a very serious look crosses his face.  He looks at you like he is studying you, discovering some detail for the first time even though he has known you for years.  It is like you can feel his stare, a caress across your cheek, across your lips.  You take your bottom lip into your mouth, wetting it.

He takes a slow, deep breath. 

“That man was crazy,” he says.  His voice is lower than before, scratching above a whisper.  “You’re perfect.  He just didn’t care about getting to know you.  And that sucks for him because you—”  His voice breaks, the little squeak making him laugh, a small embarrassed sound.  The tips of his ears are red and he avoids meeting your gaze.  “You’re beautiful,” he says, “inside and out.  Any man would be lucky to be with you.” 

“Jeongin,” you say softly, because what else can you say? 

He meets your gaze.  His mouth is open like he wants to say more but he can only stare at you.  Eventually, he laughs.  He rubs the back of his neck as he sits up straight.  You sit up as well, staring at him while he adjusts his glasses. 

“Right,” he says.  “The, uh, the pillow.  I, um…”

It might have been amusing, watching him poke a pillow suggestively.  But you no longer care about that.  The energy in this room has changed, the whole world melting under the power of his words, changing the very shape of this space.  When you take a breath, all you smell is his cologne, masculine and smoky, all you see is your friend, in his hoodie and glasses with his blushing cheeks, and all you want is him.  Like this.  Right now. 

He reaches for the pillow and you reach for him.  You take his hand and he looks at you, blinking with surprise. 

You turn his hand over.  He really does have nice hands, long fingers, deft and strong.  You measure it against your own.  Then you guide his hand to your lips and kiss the tips of his fingers.  You look at him, making your eyes big, your lashes fluttering. 

“Oh,” he says.  “Oh.”

You laugh.  He cups your face and draws you close and you are both smiling when your lips come together.  Despite his blush, the kiss is ravishing.  You find yourself gasping for a breath, whimpering when he sucks your bottom lip. 

“Lay down please,” he says, speaking against your mouth. 

You nod.  Those butterflies are wild inside you.  You are certain you already look like an unravelled mess, laying on your back and breathing hard. 

He leans over you, catching your hand when you reach for him.  He kisses your palm, your fingers bumping his glasses, making you giggle.  He smiles too, the kiss lingering.  Your whole arm tingles even when he stops.  He guides your hand above your head, curling your fingers around the bars of his headboard. 

“You keep your hands where they are or I'll tie them up,” he says, but laughs at your surprised expression before the words can settle.   “You said yourself, you think too much,” he explains.  “Just lay there.  Don’t move.  Don’t think.  Let me take care of you.”  He puts a leg between yours, pushing forward with his hips to guide yours apart.  He fits there perfectly, pressing his body against yours.  Your breath catches.   “You can trust me,” he says, and somehow that gets you going more than any sexy come-on.

You trust him more than anyone.  You did not hesitate coming to him with an embarrassing story.  You ran to him before anyone else.  You always seek him out first.

You know you are safe in his hands. 

“Do whatever you want with me,” you say.  You never make that sort of offer, but it feels so natural here and now.  With him.  “I’m yours.”

“Whatever I want?” he says, his smile big and dimples deep.   He leans down, kissing your cheek then under your jaw.  When he kisses your throat, it is hot, open-mouthed kiss, all teeth and tongue.  It sends sparks shooting down your whole body, your hips bucking.  He is strong, the weight of him between your legs pinning you to the mattress.  You feel him, firm, hard, his whole body riding the rhythm of yours.  

He has not even undone a single button. 

“Whatever I want,” he repeats.  “That’s a big offer.” 

His hands, those gorgeous hands that had you captivated, slide up your thighs and under your skirt.  He stares down into your face while lifting the material, leaving a trail of goosebumps all the way up your thighs.  You feel yourself clench, a sharp pulse of need in your core.  Your body is thoughtless in its hunger and it feels so good to give into it. 

“Sometimes,” he says, “all I think about this… nothing extreme… just you like this… just us together…”

Every breath of a phrase is punctuated with a kiss, down your chest, your stomach, your thighs.  You are not expecting him to kiss you through your underwear, your hips bucking when he opens his mouth and ravishes you regardless of the barrier.  When you have soaked through the flimsy material, he finally hooks his pinkies into the fabric and tugs it down. 

You do not have time to be shy, just desperate to get them off.  He pushes your thighs back, folding you in half, then goes back to eating your pussy like he has all the time in the world, like there is no where he would rather be.  Your legs shake, your toes curling, body held firmly in his capable hands as he licks you hungrily. 

“Jeongin,” you gasp. 

“You taste like heaven,” is his reply. 

It is so cheesy but it makes you laugh, a happy sound that rumbles in your chest, that couples with pleasure and leaves your whole body singing.  You feel like you could float away. 

You are pliant, soft and malleable in his hands.  He really can do anything with you.  It does not scare you one bit.  You trust him, following his direction when he rolls you onto your side.  You gasp at his hand sliding under your shirt, squeezing your breasts, finding every sensitive nerve as he feels you up. 

“Don’t think,” he says, one arm around your chest and the other sliding down between your legs.  “Just feel, okay?” 

“Mmm,” is your only reply. 

You are so ready for him, wound up from his dirty kisses, taut with tension.  By the time those long fingers are inside you, it feels like completion rather than intrusion.  He fits like he belongs there, curling his fingers against places you never knew were sensitive.  It is like your body gives way, revealing all your secrets to his searching touch. 

“That’s it,” he says when your breathing gets erratic. 

You did not even realize he had found somewhere extra sensitive, not until he is already fucking it slowly.  By the time you realize just how soft you are there, it is too late to brace yourself.  He adds another finger and your body tightens around him.  Your eyes close and you see stars, gasping and rocking and almost crying at the dizzying swirl of sensation. 

“Oh, Jeongin,” you say.  His name is all you say for another minute.  It is the sound on your lips when he moves you, when he turns his hand just slightly, when the new angle sets off a chain reaction of feeling.  You cry out, clenching sporadically around his rapidly moving fingers.  You yank a corner of the bedspread right off the mattress.

Your orgasm seems to go on forever, pulsing and aching and clenching.  Your whole body feels boneless by the time it settles and he slips his fingers free. 

“Oops,” he says, adjusting his skewed glasses with his clean hand.  “Should’ve put a towel down after all.” 

You look down and whimper at the obvious wetness on his bedsheets.   You would apologize but he does not look sorry at all.  In fact, he grins, looking very satisfied with himself. 

You are in a state of utter disarray and he is still fully clothed, having shattered your world with just one hand.  It makes you laugh, giddy. 

Your arms finally drop.  Though it takes a minute, you find a little strength and push yourself up.  He is smiling when you climb into his lap.  He even winks at you when he puts his wet fingers in his mouth. 

You open your mouth too.  You hold his gaze while he puts his fingers in your mouth, his breath catching when you suck them eagerly. 

“I want something more,” you say. 

“Do whatever you want with me,” he echoes your words back to you.  “I’m yours.” 

He is right about the simplest fantasy making for a wonderous reality.  There are no expectations of any over-the-top actions; it is enough it is you and him, together.   Clothing ends up scattered around his room, then you are in his lap and he is holding your waist, and you are holding the bars behind his head as you ride him where he sits against the headboard. 

His glasses get askew but you fix them, laughing against his smile before kissing him again.   It is for nothing because they fall off a second later, when he grabs you and moves, putting you on your back to fuck you at another angle.  He slides a hand between you, rubbing at you, working you up. Your head falls back, your whole body tingling with the approach of another orgasm. 

“Yes, yes,” he says, no doubt feeling you get tight around him.  It is his moaning that sets you off, your legs around his hips, pulling him in close as you come together. 

He kisses all over your face, both of you laughing when he slightly misses your lips.  You find his glasses and put them back on him, meeting his re-focussed gaze and smiling. 

“Was that an okay demonstration?” he teases.  “Like I said, I’m not very good at drawing.” 

“Maybe so,” you tease back, running your fingers through his hair.  “I might need another one.  Just to be sure.” 

“Just to be sure,” he says, nodding very sagely.  “Good idea.  Maybe after that, I’ll take you out to dinner.  Then we better come back here and try again.”

“Just to be sure,” you say. 

“Just to be sure,” he agrees. 

You are already smiling when he kisses you. 

You have never been more sure about anything in your life. 

#yang jeongin x reader #jeongin x reader #yang jeongin smut #jeongin smut #skz x reader #skz smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #yang jeongin x you #skz x you #stray kids x you #valentinesdaystories

[multifariousqueer]

hey baby, i hope you ok! if u are accepting requests i thinking reader sit on miles face, i know 1610!miles would be so sweet, now 42!miles... idk just late night intrusive thoughts 😩

OMG YESS I’VE BEEN THINKING OF THIS!!!

A/n: Hey y’all. Keep requesting smut fics and as always: IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, SCROLL TF AWAY. Lmk if I should do more of these

Warnings: smut obvi, cunnilingus, imma try not to put so many warnings so y’all can actually see this post

Sitting on the Miles’ faces headcannons

Our Miles(1610)

Earth 1610

Definitely loves it fr

At first, you’re scared you’re gonna choke him but he’s adamant you won't

“Miles what if I crush you” “You won’t, I promise"

Those spider genes are strong fr. You feel light as a feather to him but you’re still scared

Makes sure you’re comfortable and willing to stop if needed

That being said, this man is a MUNCH

but he’s a soft munch, yk? He doesn’t do it often but when he does, he ain’t letting up

Contributed his mustache growth to you

Will tongue fuck you fr

holds your hand occasionally when he wants to be closer to you

When you lay back and rest your hands on his thighs let him do his thing as he’s full on eating you out>>>>

Will have you cumming in minutes

I feel like he’s gentle and watches your facial expressions to know if he’s doing good

Will close his eyes and just enjoy your pretty pussy and bask in how lucky he is to have you

“Mmmmm you’re this wet for me, mami?”

Is hard as a rock and he’s dripping precum but he’s so in love with you its worth it

If he feels you get up, he’ll think he did something wrong

“Did I do something wrong?” “No its just I’m close"

His ultimate goal in life is to have his head in between your Lucious thighs

cums at the thought

Thinks you taste like candy

your pussy is his paradise fr.

Will suck on your clit until you’re close and he’ll tongue fuck you

If you reach back and stroke him, he’s in love(more than usual)

When you cum, he swallows it and gulps it loud so you hear

“Mmmmm fuck mami, sabes a caramelo"

Will speak Spanish into your pussy

Goes feral if you run your fingers through his hair

Will def kiss you after and fuck you

Earth 42

“siéntate en mi cara, mami” “I’m scared that imma drown you or something” “I ain't made of glass. It’s okay"

I feel like he isn’t very good at it at first so you have to guide him

“Mmmmm right there, papi” “fuck, eres tan buena, mi corazón"

Once you tell him where to go and how to do it, you’re hooked

His face is basically made for your face atp

Will speak Spanish into your pussy, just like our miles

Teases you by licking circles around your clit and flicking over it occasionally and when you jump and whimper, he chuckles

"muy sensible, mi vida” “mmm you’re making me feel so good”

you smile and run your hand on his braids and he smirks into your pussy before returning his lips to your clit

when you cum, he will savor that shit

like he will act like he’s eating the best meal ever

“mmmm fuck, mami no puedo vivir sin este coño” “mmm fuckkk papi, you always put it down right

knows he’s the only one who can make you feel this way

will leave your legs shaking 100000%

makes your vision blur once he gets good at eating

has a long tongue and will literally lick your g spot until youre cumming

Doesn’t stop there tho, he will still suck your clit like a ring pop even after you cum

“Papi, I finished” “I didn’t"

Will get pissed if you get up and he will grab your thighs and pull you back down

“Don’t stop me when I’m eating, mami"

You’re a stuttering mess when he’s done

#mcu fanfiction #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales headcannons #miles morales #across the spiderverse spoilers #spiderman #across the spiderverse #miles x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales smut #miles morales fanfiction #earth42!miles smut #earth 42 #earth42!miles #I need them in me rn #love them #prowler!miles #the prowler #spiderman into the spiderverse #into the spider verse #marvel #spider verse #across the spiderverse fanart #foryou

[uchihaharlot]

How does Shisui (or the other Uchiha) cope when he's finally, blissfully rawing you for the first time ever? 😩

Nonny,

This is so sweet 🥹 I was actually cackling because boy do I ever have a dirty mind (and for once Madara is on point and I had a nap).

NSFW; how the Uchiha boys cope with the feeling of your sugar walls for the first time; artificially induced orgasm lol 😈

Madara:

Lol. Well, firstly. He was always raw dogging you and making you full of him. 😂 Contraception was a thing, but like, who the fuck wants to wear a pigs intestine?? Even if its clean, that’s just not something Madara would ever consider. If you ended up pregnant, you were merely upholding your agreement in this marriage. However….that doesn’t mean that the first time he penetrated your slippery moist cunt it wasn’t divine. He actually can be tender, and you wouldn’t jump in a dry ass pool. So, of course, Madara was deliciously teasing you until there was little resistance the first time he had you. Phew. Your inner sanctum sucked and swallowed him whole, deliciously. He stifled his groan but the first signs of pleasure tumbling out her mouth has this man a mess.

Obito:

🥹 I’m sure you’ve all sensed a pattern here for our dear heart, Obito. Such a sweetie pie. So nervous and gets unbearably excited when his s/o asked this one time to just feel his thick cock dredging her precious moist hole. Firmly believe Obito whined like a squealing serpentine belt the whole time she was grinding up and down his girth. If she spoke; he didn’t hear it. Was doing every thing in his power to not be a two pump chump! And it worked, until she got louder, started to swell and then came all over him. Driving Obito even more delirious with pleasure. Would prefer she had at least one more orgasm before he did but that notion is thrown out the window when he’s already coming. Filling her for the first time ever. Fucking it back into her even.

Shisui:

😭😭😭 my bby! Was huffing and sucking in his bottom lip like a Dyson, eyes blissed out and breathing so damn heavy. Rhetorically asked if you were heavens above, his cock was pulsing from your ringed muscles gripping him on first drag in and out!! Head tilted back, gorgeous curls bouncing on impact when he really got into it. Don’t even get me started on when they stick to his forehead and you have to brush them out of the way!! He’s trying so hard to hold on too, for you. Though you’re definitely more than sated, mostly exhausted, “…just one more, baby. Please..’ Shisui desperately needs to feel your warmth before coating you from the inside out. How can you say no to a face like this? You can’t. There is just no way you would break this man’s heart and not choke his cock again, allowing him to swell and pulse within you. Filling you and slipping out to see it drip out. Only for him to gently stuff it back inside with two fingers and plug you up.

Itachi:

I’m positive the first time Itachi did the deed raw it was rather embarrassingly quick! Said something along the lines of, ‘my apologies,’ after finishing. He was so frustrated, but didn’t show it one bit. Wasn’t ready to be swallowed whole by your sopping heat, even worse when he stole a glance and could actually see how slick he felt. (I’ve been putting this off for some time, but this will not do for this man). If you already had one ‘free space’ round, what’s another? Something in the air today would have Itachi lulling your consciousness to bend at his will. You didn’t even see it; but could definitely feel it in the stagnant state of your psyche: Tsukuyomi. It’s a one liner you’re all too familiar with, it reverberates the echo chamber of his playground, a feigned replica of your bedroom. A place you’ve never been for salacious purposes. As a cascade of several contrasting climaxes physically immobilize you, those famous last words seem to pass through you like wave lengths… ‘you’re already under my genjutsu..’ As the curtain to reality slowly drops, altering the landscape in a hue of reds and blacks.

You’re in danger.

#uchiha headcanons #madara headcanons #obito headcanons #shisui headcanons #itachi headcanons #madara uchiha #obito uchiha #shisui uchiha #itachi uchiha #madara smut #obito smut #shisui smut #itachi smut #uchiha clan #uchiha family #tsukuyomi

[hyunsvngs]

OK OK OK BUT WHY IS NOONE TALKING ABOUT JEONGIN W MC WHO HAS A HAND KINK????

Like just imagine those glowy long slender fingers decorated with the prettiest of rings and how deep they would thrust until the cool metal of the rings is flushed against their skin-😩😩😩😩 all the while his other hand is shoving two fingers deep down their throat cuz they can never get enough of his hands???? I could literally cum just thinking about this cuz im a lil too obsessed with all of skz hands 😊😊 *oops who just said that its def not me*

I AGREE WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS? IM TALKING ABOUT THIS

imagine jeongin going to finger you and he’s just like, “aw, let me take my rings off real quick. they’ll be too cold-“ and you cut him off, blurting “please leave them on.”

immediately, jeongin’s cocky. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “why?” he asks you, fingers still brushing against your exposed, sopping core. you shift upwards, looking for friction. “want you to- to finger me with them on. your hands look so pretty, innie.”

and oh, how can he say no? his baby has a hand fetish just for him?? it makes sense. he knows his hands are big, long slender fingers that look so delicate adorned with the chunkiest rings. nothing beats your reaction to him pressing inside of you with his middle finger though, the coldness of his ring biting at you and making you moan impatiently.

“ah- yeah, yeah, like that. so long, so deep,” you’re babbling. jeongin’s nodding, almost shocked. he’s honestly never seen you like this before - jesus, was this the first time he’d kept his rings on to finger you? he was gonna have to do it every time now. you’re gripping jeongin’s other hand where it rests on your tummy soothingly, letting your head roll back and tongue loll out in invitation.

“shit- you wanna suck on them?” you nod, cheeks blazing as you let out unabashed whines. jeongin sighs out a deep breath, fingers pushing past your mouth until your lips were closed around them tightly. your tongue’s swirling over the digits while his fingers fuck into you.

he can’t help but imagine, though, what your mouth is gonna feel like around his cock after this… and maybe if you’ll get off on him choking you, too.

#juno’s asks ♡ #sweet baby anon #yang jeongin drabble #yang jeongin smut

[onedaughterofman]

Can you please write more of Cardinal on his knees PLEASE. I love your writing so much

You may have a little something, Anon. As a treat.

Ring (Cardinal Copia x G/N Reader)

Tags: explicit adult content, Cardi C on his knees for reader, bondage, dom/sub dynamic, sex toys.

Disclaimer: Reader's gender is not specified. Minors DNI pls

"Amore, ti prego."

Copia's voice is strained, full of air. It's hard to discern all the words he's whispering between clenched teeth and open mouthed pants.

"Amore..." He whines, again, tense muscles fighting the restraints you put on him earlier. The red rope is tight on his chest and abdomen, tying his arms behind his back and to his ankles. The knots cover a big part of his torso and legs, forcing him to remain on his knees.

Not paying any mind to his prayers, your finger ghosts over the remote control in your hand. The button calls for you to press on it, clearly audible over the buzz of the vibrating ring.

You indulge in your desires. Copia jumps in place when you increase the power, grunting and letting his body lean forward until his gaze is locked on the floor. His hair is disheveled, stuck to his forehead with sweat.

The Cardinal is a panting, hot mess on the floor of your bedroom. What a sight to behold.

"Amore, ti supplico... Have mercy on me."

This time, you listen. Turning the vibrator on a lower setting, you lean on the chair until your foot meets his thigh. His skin is feverish under you. "You're doing so good," you praise, and enjoy the way he seems to melt upon hearing those words. "Think you can handle it a bit more? For me?"

The hesitation and fear in his eyes is quickly overruled by lust and excitement as you fall to the ground in front of him, palming his dick with an open hand. The vibrator ring turns on again, and you feel it tickling on your fingers.

Copia's head rests on your shoulder as he rocks his hips on your open hand, searching for any relief you may offer. His breath is warm and moist on your neck, erratic as he pants.

The sound of his grunts, moans and whines mixes with your own wild, beating heart. The blood is too loud in your ears. Copia remains in place, knees on the hard floor, but his torso leans more and more. He is burning on you, covering your hand in precum and neck in wet kisses and bruises.

"I can't. I have to..."

"Do it," you command, fingers closing on him as you move your wrist up and down. He starts to thrust, with erratic movements and out of control jerks. It doesn't take too long for his muscles to become tense, coating your palm and fingers with his cum.

Going limp, the Cardinal struggles to regain his breathing. The air tickles over your neck and collarbone.

"This thing can go harder," you comment, remote control dangling in your hand. "Want to try it?"

"Respite," is all he chokes out, eyes closing when he hides his face on your chest. Indulging him, your fingers run through his hair until you're sure he's snoring softly.

Lips stretched in a smile, you begin to slowly untie all the knots.

PD: I have to get up in 5 hours. Somebody sedate ME 😩

#ghost band fanfic #ghost fanfiction #cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia #ghost band #ghost bc #cardi c #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iv #anon ask #my writing #my fic

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

ooh your polaroid creampie HC got me thinking of all the cute photos eddie and his girl would take together… him while he’s driving, you ripping his bong, one of just y’all’s hands held where you’re both wearing his rings, one that’s just you flashing your tits (he keeps that one above his van’s visor), grinning selfies with your faces smushed together, one of him laying on his back, shirtless, chest covered in love bites 😭

OMG YESSS 😩😩

like he’s got such a big collection, and those are definitely included. he’s also got one of you choking on his dick, another of his head between your legs, a closeup of your pussy after you cum, his fingers inside of you, ones with various parts of your body splattered with his cum, photos of him licking cum off of your tits, one of him sucking on your nipple while looking into the camera, one of his fingers jammed down your throat with those rings of his, maybe one that he took of you riding him with his cock halfway inside of you & another of you taking the whole thing, your face when you cum, you sucking a dildo clean of your mixed cum after he creampied you. there are so many more, but those are some of his greatest hits!

i can see him putting them in photo albums, making his own personal p**n magazine whenever he gets enough amassed. he just pulls it out when he’s horny, flips through it, jerks off, repeats. like who needs playboy when he’s got you?

#eddie munson

[le-trash-prince]

adding another ask into our rotating collection sorry.

so I had a dream last night where [a person I love] was tenderly doing my nails and it got me thinking, because everything I think of these days is pit babe and because Kim (well Benz but you understand) has SUCH nice nails: one of his boys doing his nails. filing, shaping, smoothing, painting. maybe a little hand massage.

the act of service makes me think Kenta (he'd be so gentle and careful about it) but also Dean wears rings in a way that makes me think he understands the importance of nice hands. plus the opportunity for praise: doing a neat and tidy job, when he picks a nice colour. maybe he learns how to do cool designs?

(the only part of the process winner is interested in is the scratches that can be left with said nails)

idk it's just Very Important to me that Kim is well-cared for 🥺

🥺🥺🥺 Please don’t apologize for blessing me with this ask. This got me choked up because YES, Kim deserves to have his boys taking care of his hands??? Taking care of him???? And good god yeah his nails are so pretty wtf

I can see the little crease between Kenta’s eyebrows from concentrating so hard on doing a good job 🥹 But oh yes, Dean strikes me as someone who could really get into doing nails! He’d do it with a smile on his face because it’s something he finds fun (and yes praise kink), and he’d think about Kim when he’s out at the store and sees a color that matches Kim’s jacket. And nail art yes! Little black and white checkered racing nails 🏁🥺

Honestly I can see him and Kim doing each other’s nails on a regular basis, but if I think too much about how competent Kim would be at doing someone else’s nails and him touching Dean’s hands I might swoon AGDHFJJF (Inserting this clip of Benz here for the domestic visuals BECAUSE JUST LOOK)

which of the four do you think has the most sensitive hands asking for reasons

(can you blame Winner honestly. Im thinking about how he probably loves being marked up and im yelling)

Yeah Kim deserves to be pampered like royalty! 🥺 Why else would they always be kneeling at his feet. What a lovely dream and a lovely thought!!

I know exactly what you mean about associating everything to Pit Babe 😩 I was at the store earlier and I saw a dartboard and IMMEDIATELY envisioned Winner and Kenta smoking and playing darts at the bar!! Kim and Dean join in sometimes (and those are the loudest and most entertaining games), but it’s usually just the two of them and it becomes a little bonding ritual of theirs.

Winner doesn’t really stand a chance against Kenta’s precision, but he enjoys trying anyways. One game, he starts catching up, and he’s all ready to start trash talking until he notices that Kenta’s aim has been drifting—and when he looks over, he sees the ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of Kenta’s mouth, which has Winner swearing at him (he’s still smiling though) coz he knows Kenta did it just to get on his nerves, because Kenta can go easy on him and still win. (And if Kenta shakes in silent laughter, will Winner’s poor heart even survive)

Anyways it just makes Winner decide to show Kenta how he really likes to win—sabotage (feeling Kenta up while he tries to stay focused).

#asks #pit babe #pit babe the series #pit babe polycule #pit babe polyshipping #polycule thread 4 #i have gone back and numbered these for organizational purposes SHFKFK #pit babe HCs

[fragilebrwndollxx]

ngl i was scared i almost fucked it up with my stalker (who will be referred to as Red from this point on) bc i was ignoring him but i broke and started tweaking bc ya gurl was pmsing 😞

sent a text that went along the lines of “you’re manipulative and the universe doesn’t want me to be around you anymore so I think it’s best we part ways” bc even though i like him and like that he stalks me, he is a bit toxic at times and i snap when im vulnerable bc while i like being hunted like prey, I also want him to hurry up and kidnap me so he can make me his finally wanna be treated like a princess too sometimes so I contemplate giving up when I get tired of the games to seek a “normal” relationship (ew).

so anyways i sent the text early that morning ending things finally….

…only for Red to show up unannounced at my job the following evening which surprised the hell out of me bc while he never asks for permission to, he normally will mention when he’s in the city as a cue. i was ringing up a customer when Red walked in and i froze momentarily but quickly gave a cute lil wave to acknowledge him and let him know I wasn’t planning to be hostile. he nodded and continued to walk around until i was done, playing it cool as usual before meeting me at the front; our convo was short and pleasant but him showing up without a word sent a very clear warning to me.

Don’t get too bold, pet.

also could tell my defiance was making him think about punishing me bc the whole time we were talking he had a semi. could barely pay attention to what he was saying bc his huge obscene dick print was bulging against his fucking fitted sweats. god I want him to take me so bad just push me up against something without warning and make me take that huge fucking cock while choking me so hard i almost pass out 😩

i can’t wait for him to make me eat all those bratty words i said via text ik the whole time he’s thrusting he’ll be whispering obscenities and threats in my ear and when he’s not choking me it’s only bc he’s making me repeat the filthy things he says. making me tell him that I’m his personal cock sleeve and cum dump. making me admit that I belong to him and that my body is his to do w as he pleases. making me beg him to paint my insides with his warm sticky cum pumping me full of load after load as i whimper apologies for being so troublesome.

#personal #my post #st4lking #st4lking diaries #cnc kidnapping

[kingdaddydaichi]

Bakugou fucking his wife after a longggg day at work 😩

Holy shit, dude. Even I needed this after work today. 😤 Love this ask! 😩 is fucking right.

Calm What's Shook* 💥 Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

*inspired in part by Repetition - Purity Ring (lyrics in description)

(Source)

Warning: Pure Filth™, ngl.

🔞 MDNI 🔞 IF YOU'RE UNDER 18 🔞 FUCK OFF 🔞

💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣

“Tadaima”.

You could tell by the way your husband grumbled when he walked in the door that it had been one of those days. “Okaerinasai, babe!”, you called out from the kitchen.

You heard his heavy grenadier bracers crash onto the floor. Uh oh. You rounded the wall separating the kitchen from the genkan. His back was turned as he removed his boots. He was still in his hero costume, sans mask, so he had apparently either been in a hurry to leave work or to get home, probably both. “Katsuki? You okay?”

He grunted and stepped up into the main part of the house. Having kicked his boots off, he just left them on the floor where they fell rather than setting them down neatly by the door like he normally does. He had the familiar look of rage written all over his face. “Fuck no, I’m not. Work was fucking hell n'I'm angry!”

“Damn babe, I’m sorry. You want a drink? Or a shower first? I just started dinner prep right before you came in so it’ll probably still be more than a half hour before it’s ready”. He followed you back into the kitchen as you spoke.

“I don’t want any of those things. There’s only one thing I want right now”, he growled as he backed you up against the table. He had that look in his eyes. You knew what was coming. He kissed you hard, pushing his hands down your back to grab two healthy handfuls of your plush ass and squeezing so hard it hurt a little.

You winced at the pain, but didn’t want him to stop. You loved it when he was like this, feral and rough. Moisture was already spreading between your thighs, so ready and willing to let him have his way with you. “Tell me what you need, baby”, you purred in his ear before tugging on his earlobe with your teeth.

He reached down and unfastened his belt, which was followed by the sound of his zipper. You wasted no time grabbing his cock through his pants. He was already so fucking hard. “I need to take all this anger out on that sweet little pussy of yours, but first I want you to suck daddy’s cock. On your knees, princess”.

You obeyed your husband’s command, holding onto his thighs as you slunk down to the floor and sat back on your heels. “Look at you waiting for me. Such a good fucking girl”. You watched him pull his hard cock out of his pants, heavy and bouncing, stroking it as he looked down at you. God it was so fucking hot watching him touch himself. Your mouth was watering. “Now suck this fat cock”.

He closed his eyes as his head fell back, moaning loudly at the feeling of his tip sliding past your lips and into your hot mouth. You’ve always had to work your way up (or is it down?), taking him a little at a time until you’d relaxed your jaw enough to take him all the way back to your throat. It was fucking impossible to breathe around his cock, even through your nose. So you choked on him, pulled off of him with saliva dripping off your chin, took a couple of breaths before sucking him down again and your jaw would just ache when you tried to hollow your cheeks for him. Giving your husband blow jobs was hard work, but you were always up to the challenge. The sounds he made made it all worth it and he loved to praise you for it.

“Fuck baby, you’ve always been so good at sucking my cock, haven’t you? Yeah? Ahh that’s it baby girl, I fucking love the way you choke on daddy’s dick. Oi, don’t forget to breathe, princess”.

He reached down and hooked a finger under your chin, pulling you off of him when he felt that unmistakable ache deep in his spine. He was nowhere close to being done yet. He helped you back to standing as you used the back of your hand to wipe your mouth. He helped to relieve you of your clothes before slipping his hand between your legs, teasing your hard clit with the rough pad of his fingertip. He picked you up just enough to sit your bottom onto the wooden table before pulling out a chair to sit in front of you. With a hand on either knee, he pushed your legs open.

“What's for dinner tonight, Firecracker?”, he wondered, circling your clit with two fingertips. You gasped when he yanked you right up to the edge of the table, your skin stinging from being abruptly dragged across the hard surface. You were leaned back onto your elbows, your heels almost touching your butt. Your King splayed your legs out as he closed in on his feast, licking and sucking your sensitive inner thigh as an appetizer. “Mm-I can taste you on your thighs, baby. And I can see your pussy clenching already. Damn, s’this all for me?”

“Mhmm, s’always all for you, Katsu”.

“Yeah? Who does this sweet little pussy belong to?”

“It belongs to you, Katsu”.

“Yeah? And who else?”

You shook your head, "N-no one else. Just you baby, hhnnn Katsuki please-“

He chuckled through his menacing smile. “That’s right, it’s all mine. Now I guess it’s about time I reward you for being so fucking good to me, yeah?”

You hummed in agreement.

His already deep voice dropped an octave even lower. “Itadakimasu”.

He started with small light licks all around your outer lips, working his way towards your center. All it took was a single feathery lap of his tongue against your aching clit for you to start losing your mind.

“Mmfuuuuck Katsu, feels so fucking good, baby”. He smirked as he applied more pressure with his tongue, slowly slipping his middle finger into your pussy, then another. He worked you over, alternating between sucking on your clit and stroking it with his flattened tongue.

You were getting so close, already seeing bright specks of light behind your tightly closed eyes. You’d laid all the way down, your elbows no longer able to support you, and pushed your fingers into his spiky blond hair before pulling it into your fists. Katsuki groaned at having his hair pulled, making his cock twitch, still standing at full attention under the dinner table. In typical form, his timing was perfect when he hooked his fingers and began tugging on that rough little button inside of you. You drew your knees back further, rocking your pelvis against his face, chasing your end.

Nearly every exhale was a whimper and when he closed his lips around your clit one last time, sucking it hard, you broke the fuck apart. Your legs snapped shut, trapping your hero husband’s head between your trembling thighs, calling his name over and over until you couldn’t form words anymore as he continued sucking you for all you were worth.

Your mind was so far gone you didn't notice Katsuki stand up. He pulled you up by your arms and hugged you close to him, helping you back onto your feet only to turn you about face and bend you over the table on which he'd just had your sex for dinner.

"Look at you, your pathetic little legs can barely hold you up".

You turned your head, looking to see him push his pants and boxer briefs down to about mid-thigh. Your pussy was already aching for him again, so soon.

He held his cock in one hand while spreading your ass cheeks with the other, clearing the way for his cock to slide right into your squelching mess of a cunt. "NNnggahhhhh Katsuuuu fuck, your cock is so fucking big!"

"Yeah, it is and you fucking love it, don't you princess?"

"Mmmyeahhhhh".

"S'all for you, baby girl. You know that, right? Every. Last. Inch. Now, you ready for me to fuck you with this fat cock?"

You whined, squirming as he held himself dead still. When you didn't answer, he pulled out only to slam back into you and stop again like he'd just spanked you with his whole body, the sharp sound of his hips hitting your bare ass making your eyes roll back as you yelped. "Ohh shit, baby! Take your whole fucking day out on me and fuck me with your cock, hard!"

His naked glutes flexed with every piston of his thick manhood into your core. He'd hooked his hands around your hip bones and you pushed back into every single one of his thrusts. "Damn, you're making my dick all creamy and shit, fuckin' hell baby", he declared as he watched the point at which your bodies joined, his length disappearing and reappearing, again and again.

"Can't help it, s'what you do to me!"

"No complaints here, sugar bear. S'fuckin' hot!" You stuck your ass up a little more for him, making it easier for him to hit that special place inside you. You knew he was getting close when his pace quickened and his breathing became shallower, faster. "Mm-shit, feels so fucking good, your pussy suckin' on my dick like that. Goddamnit!"

Once again, you felt yourself slipping uncontrollably into warm bliss when Katsuki started groaning and grunting as he pounded away mercilessly, chasing his inevitable end. "K-katsuki, I'm so c-close".

"Me too baby, get ready to cum with me. Shit-". The sound of slapping skin ringing out every half second. "Ah (y/n), so fucking close".

You held onto the edge of the table for dear life as it inched across the floor, Katsuki just pounding away. Like clockwork, the tingles in your extremities rushed straight to your head and face as your pussy began its rhythmic squeezing around your husband's cock. Your cry was overpowered by Katsuki's declaration of his orgasm. "Oh shit, baby, here I come, here I fucking come. Gonna bust, fuc-"

He buried himself to the hilt, his cock twitching with every white hot explosion of his seed. There wasn't enough room for it all, your slick and his cum seeping out around the base of his cock, dripping onto the floor beneath you both.

Katsuki had a permasmirk as you both went about the rest of your evening at home together, his troubles forgotten even if just for one night. I've got the best waifu a man could ask for, he thought.

"Oi, Firecracker?"

"Hm?"

"Love you".

You looked up at him and smiled. "I love you too, Katsu".

#absolute filth #katsuki #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katuski #katsuki smut #husband!katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo headcanons #kacchan #lord explosion murder #great explosion murder god dynamight #king explosion murder #dynamight

[fallinforgyu]

I can’t stop thinking of Jay choking me with ring filled hands and in that particular sleeveless shirt I’m dizzy😵‍💫

this one??? yeah i've been thinking about that ever since this shoot dropped 😵‍💫 also why do i feel like he'd be so sweet while he's choking you?? like "you look so pretty, baby. even when you can't breathe 🥺❤️"

and don't even get me started on how those cold rings would feel when they're against your neck 😩

#enhypen hard hours #jay smut #bunny's mailbox 📬

[borathae]

A member CHOKING you while doing the nasty... who comes to mind first 😜

Not to be all dramatic, but as much as I would love to fucking ruin Yoongi most of the times, if this man decides to take the lead one night and just starts to choke me whilst drilling his ding-dong into my dong-ding I would legitimately fucking loSE IT 🤧 

I MEAN COME ON PLEASE LOOK AT HIS HANDS PLEASE JUST LOOK AT THOSE LONG FINGERS OF HIS AND THOSE FUCKING VEINS JFJADSFJA and when he weaRS FUKCING JEWELLERY TOO those rings and those braCELETS LISTEN lisTEN I- :( ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ⁿᵉᶜᵏ

PLEASE DEAR LORD I JUST WANT THEM AROUND MY NECK ONCE. just fucking onCE and then I can die happily 😩😩😩😩

#i needed a moment after writing this #you just really pushed the right buttons here anonie #asks #anon #thirsty thursday #yg thirst #hands #hands: yg