#i like to think he doesn't struggle so much with accepting his kinks as with feeling like he has the right to be 'selfish' enough to ask fo

[edoro]

wrt the last post i just reblogged (Halsin cnc meta), i personally tend to imagine him as fairly aware of and comfortable with his kinks, including the ones based on his trauma

in fact i like to think that one of the reasons why he has such trouble accepting that his years of sex slavery were in fact deeply traumatic and abusive is because his response is to heavily sexualize his own trauma - not only was that part of how he discovered that he takes great pleasure in servicing others sexually, but ever since he's sought out situations where he can recreate aspects of the experience

because he's so large and strong and people tend to make assumptions about what kind of sex he wants or what kind of role he plays (or just project their own ideas of what kind of role they want him to play or think he should play onto him), he doesn't get to bottom or sub nearly as often as he likes

although his tendency towards acts of service is imo his own way of taking that control - even if someone wants him to be aggressive and fuck them, if he's doing it as an act of service, then he's still submitting himself to them and making himself their pet or toy and giving himself that satisfaction

this is something that i really like the idea of him and Astarion having in common, actually. i like to think of them both responding to their trauma by sexualizing it, but essentially in opposite directions

Astarion wants to be the one in control, the one doing rather than the one done to, and in contrast to Halsin, i think he would 100% think that makes him a bad person, basically as bad as Cazador

he doesn't really understand kink as something negotiated, as play between willing partners. his only experience is being tortured and exploited, and now that he finds himself with all of these desires to control, dominate, and hurt someone else, to force himself on someone else the way he was forced so many times, he's sure that it must mean he's irredeemably broken by his experiences

meanwhile, Halsin knows that both of their desires are normal and nothing to be ashamed of, but he's got this fun little cognitive dissonance going on where even though he would never think this of someone else, he feels like the fact that he found his experience of sex slavery powerfully erotic means it wasn't really that bad and that he can't really call himself a victim - maybe sort of a victim, but not entirely one, not the way someone like Astarion was

(even though their situations are very similar in certain respects. Astarion says most of his partners didn't even "grant me temporary bliss," but that doesn't mean he never found any of it sexually satisfying or erotically compelling, or never had any complicated feelings about Cazador that included love, a desire for attention/regard, or a sense of comforting familiarity)

i'm just very fond of the idea of Halsin being pretty comfortable in his own enjoyment of submission, including things like masochism, cnc, pet play, various types of power exchange, and just generally a lot of things that are quite specifically aspects of his own past abuse, and getting to walk Astarion through the idea that it's fine and okay to like that sort of thing whether you want to be on the giving or receiving end of it

and MEANWHILE being forced to confront his own internal double standard where he holds himself responsible for things that he would never hold someone else responsible for, due to his direct engagement with Astarion's trauma, and having to slowly come to the realization that he was a captive, he was a victim, it was abusive, and he is in fact Kind Of Fucked Up About It

#self-recognition through the other babeyyyyy #just my personal set of headcanons about halsin and his trauma and his relationship to kink because of his trauma #i like to think he doesn't struggle so much with accepting his kinks as with feeling like he has the right to be 'selfish' enough to ask fo #unless his partner says they want to do it first in which case he'll go all in #or they ASK him outright what he wants to do and he can mentally turn it into 'i'm pleasing them by being honest' #he is legitimately down for most things but he also tends to go with the flow #and struggles to be able to assert himself even in relatively minor ways if he feels like it'd be a bummer to his partner #bg3 #halstarion

[coqvttes]

୨୧― KINKTOBER: ❝DON'T BE GENTLE❞ ― KÖNIG.

― ꒰ SIZE KINK ✰ KINKTOBER M.LIST ꒱ ―

୨୧˚ synopsis: after begging your gentle giant of a lover, könig to go rough on you, he lets loose tonight and shows you just how strong he really is...

୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, manhandling, size kink, p in v, petnames, degradation, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!könig, creampie, teasing, hairpulling, dacryphilia?, roughness, spanking, slapping, aftercare, lmk if i forgot anything!

୨୧˚ wc: 1.4k

your jaw hangs open and your glossy eyes are practically rolling back into your head as he pounds into your sopping cunt mercilessly. plump tits bouncing freely with every harsh thrust of his, causing your thoughts to grow hazy and dumb. his large, rough palms are stretched out on both sides of you, his rough fingers digging into the mattress, keeping you caged beneath his much larger frame.

you try your best to focus on his burly figure above you, but you keep whining as your little cunt struggles to take all of him in. your eyes become squeezed shut, your head turning to the side as you grow lost in the overwhelming pleasure, but you're alerted by the sudden light slap on your cheek. you gasp at the contact and more tears spill from your eyes.

"wan' you to ruin me, könig! don't want you to be gentle", you had pleaded fluttering your lashes at him innocently. and that's how you end up like this. tiny body pinned down on his king-sized bed as he forces his massive dick inside of your needy little cunt. all your little brain can manage to think about is how big he is.

gosh, you've never felt so full with how he's meanly bullying his cock into your drooling cunt with no remorse whatsoever. your shaky little hands gripping onto his huge bulging biceps with so much strength that if were he another man, it would hurt — but no, he's könig of course.

your mind is void of coherent thoughts as all you can manage to do is moan delightedly, accepting all that he gives you. with his strong arms he moves both of your legs up to rest on his shoulders. a high-pitched pornographic moan slips from your lips as you get used to the new angle.

his thick cock hitting all of the sweet spots inside of you, encouraging hot tears to roll down your cheeks. your fingers slide up his toned abdomen, needing to feel anything and everything that's his. he takes in the sight of you beneath him and he almost feels bad for being so rough with you, but he keeps his composure.

with the lewd medley of the headboard banging into the wall, wet squelching, your sweet moans, and obscene skin-on-skin slapping noises, the sounds bouncing off the walls of your bedroom are purely sinful. creating a tune that he doesn't ever want to forget, and neither do you.

your watery innocent eyes plead with his own as if begging him to slow down. but no, the last thing you want him to do right now is slow down. shaky hands reach up to his broad shoulders, trying to hold onto him for purchase and your lips part as you try and push yourself up in a frantic attempt to kiss him.

your body desperately yearning for his gentle touch in contrast to his brutal movements. you're relieved he begins to lean down, his lips merely inches away from your own, but he doesn’t kiss you. you let out a pitiful whine and he almost laughs at you with how pathetic you’re being.

in a single moment, with little effort, he cruelly pulls out of your warmth, flipping you over onto your tummy. you squeal at how easy it is for him to manhandle you around into different positions that suit his liking. you hate to admit that his strength alone turns you on so much. before you can complain to him, he’s pushing into you again, picking up on the brutal pace as if nothing had happened.

"du bettelst immer darum, gefickt zu werden, nicht wahr, kleine schlampe?" he snarls, snapping his hips against yours. (always begging to get fucked aren't you, little slut)

pathetic moans and cries spill from your lips into the sheets as he pounds into you mercilessly, his calloused palms gripping onto your hips so tight you’ll probably have bruises in the morning.

"du magst es, wenn ich dich eine schlampe nenne hm, dirty girl?" his rough movements are relentless as he makes no effort to slow down. (you like it when i call you a slut hm, dirty girl)

your mewls are muffled by the bed and he's having none of it. he raises his hand slightly before bringing it back down, spanking you. you lunge forward from the sensation. he then pulls your head up from the mattress by your hair, but not too hard, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“say it.” he punctuates each of his words with a harsh thrust.

“y-yes! i love it—mmm!” you blubber out desperately, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you for dear life. he lets go of your hair and you can practically hear his satisfied smirk as his thrusts grow stronger, deeper and faster, rutting into you like an animal. you take it like a good girl, his good girl as if you were made for him. 

he applies just enough pressure with his palm pressing down on your lower back that makes you arch just perfectly. his rough palms kneading into your arse whilst you let him use you as he pleases.

just as you feel your climax approaching, he stops thrusting, hot tears spill down your cheeks as your fists bunch up the sheets beneath you. your weeping cunt clenches around him, dragging a gluttonous groan from his mouth. he leans down, pressing his chest to your back, his lips lingering just by your ear.

“say please, schatz,” you just know he’s grinning evilly behind you and you lose all sense of self-respect, just wanting to cum so bad.

“p-please! wanna cum please, i’ll be good!”

satisfied with your answer he gives you no warning as he slips back into you with ease, the wetness of your cunt sucking him in making it easy for him to thrust into you. you slowly feel your knees starting to give out, but thats not a problem, he holds you up easily and you feel your muscles tensing as you feel your orgasm approaching.

the sounds of his grunting, the squelching noises from your cunt, and the tingling in your core cause your mind to go numb and your body to spasm as you cum around him with a high-pitched cry, collapsing into the bed.

he follows moments after you, driving into you a few more times before his hips stutter as he releases inside of you, making you feel full and warm with him. as you catch your breath, his fingers, now gentle, run up and down your back tenderly in a soothing motion.

“was i too mean to you, schatz?” his voice is different now, it’s genuine and caring. he pulls out of you slowly, gently turning you over so he can see your pretty face. you shake your head and tug him down for a kiss. you sigh into his lips, finally getting a taste of his lips that you'd been yearning for the whole night. 

"i'll be right back, liebling." pulling away from you, he smiles down at your post-euphoric state. sliding off of the bed, he slips his briefs back on and disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes before returning with a playful grin.

slipping into your warm embrace, he wastes no time in cradling you in his brawny arms. you almost laugh at his switch of character, how he was just moments earlier, fucking your brains out and now he's picking you up in his arms like his sweetheart. supporting you from under your knees and arms, he carries you to the bathroom, you smile fondly at the sight of a warm bath ready just for you.

he carefully lowers you down into the porcelain tub and you exhale contently as your sore body makes contact with the warm temperature of the bathwater along with the sweet smell of your lavender soap, and the gentle touch of könig's palm as he strokes your blushing cheek tenderly.

and after a few heartbeats of watching you bathe, he just can't help himself before getting into the tub behind you, the water splashing everywhere as his much larger body envelopes yours. pulling your bare back flush against his chest, your frame now trapped in his loving embrace. in that moment you just know, he'll always care for you, your one and only könig.

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#꒰ ୨୧ : coqvttes kinktober event ꒱ #könig smut #konig smut #konig x reader #könig x reader #call of duty #cod smut #cod mw2 #call of duty smut #call of duty x reader #ghost cod #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #könig cod #mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare

[tojirin]

★ denji headcanons

WC: 1.6k one short (n)sfw headcanon but the rest fluff 🎀 proofread - nahh LOL

you first met denji at a local gas station, you could see he was struggling paying for food so you offered to pay for him out of kindness. "Oh! thank you miss..um how can i repay you?" "um! no need don't worry!" "No! no!.. um..can i take you out? to repay you of course!" you could tell the boy was nervous by the way he was speaking, but you accepted his offer. "Really?..yeah i'd love to!" "do you have a number?"! "O-oh! yeah, here."

★ when you and denji first started dating you almost automatically noticed that he seemed very worried that he was messing things up for both of you, but you assured him that he wasn't the problem.

★ later into the relationship you found out denji is very clingy, almost like a puppy wanting to always be with its owner. he will always want to be hip to hip with you and will complain if you don't wanna.

★ something about denji is that he is a very passionate kisser, he doesn't really know what he's doing but tries his best, kisses will be random >_<.

★ denji is always confessing his love to you so you always know he is there and won't leave you. he knows how it feels to be abandoned and never wants you to go through that.

★ going back to denji acting like a doggy he loves to be treated like one when y'all are having sex, def has a mommy kink, luvs to be with his master ^_^ !!

★ but!! everytime denji sees you he feels a wave of love and compassion falling over himself he doesn't know what to do!! but he thinks it feels right so it's okay!! :3

★ denji gives the best hugs ever!! a bit too tight since he thinks you might run away, but you wont!!

overall he just loves you soso much :((

★ © tojirin ʚɞ 2023

#denji x y/n #denji x reader #denji x you #chainsaw man fic #chainsaw man fluff #denji fluff #csm ​fluff #csm denji #denjichainsawman #denji #csm x reader #csm x you #csm x fem reader #csm smut #denji smut

[devixxish]

Pairing: Choso Kamo x AFAB! reader

Word Count: 963

18+ MDNI. fluff. smut. choso is so in love. face sitting. unprotected sexual intercourse (wrap it before you tap it kidz). cockwarming. dom! choso. teasing. slight humiliation. begging. edging. belly bulge. slight exhibitionism. creampie. implied breeding kink. probably more?

A/N: alright, here is Gamer Choso! It's honestly so messy, I had so many thoughts and they were all over the place, I think even my grammar is stupid. but it's readable- I think:') I think this is gonna be a full oneshot at some point or at least have a Pt.2. Depends on how it goes. I'm also playing around with my posts formatting, so they're gonna be a lil weird until I decide. ALSO! It's my first time writing smut, so be kind! Thank you!

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who looks so comfy sitting in his gaming chair in front of his set-up, eyes slightly wide and his bottom lip in between his teeth in focus as he appears to be in the middle of a battle, and yet his body language gives away that he is relaxed. Leisurely leaning back, his nimble fingers flying across his keyboard making it difficult for you not to stare and let your mind wander.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who never neglects you, but sometimes gets too distracted by his games. It made you crave his attention; you'd come up behind him, draping your arms over his shoulders and he would hum in question, getting a small whine from you. A small chuckle would sound from his throat, and he would simply pause his game and turn his chair to look up at you with one of those smiles you loved oh-so-much. He'd invite you to sit on his lap and you would eagerly accept the invitation, clinging onto him as he resumed his game.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ whose eyes would instantly brighten up when you brought him his favorite food/snacks while he gamed. He'd, again, pause his game and face you, pulling you down into the sweetest kiss as a thank you. If you decided to feed him; the boy would be gone. If you sat down on his lap, facing him and just fed him? He'd look at you like you hung the stars in the sky. He loves feeling taken care of.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who gets the most excited when you wanna game with him. Whether it's on his consoles or his PC. He loves showing you various games, or getting suggestions from you about games he would have never thought of playing before. If you don't know how to game, he'd be more than happy to teach you, and in all honesty, he would kinda get off on it too. He would go easy on you, but if he won, he'd definitely tease you non-stop. If you already know how to game- expect some sort of rivalry (all in good spirits ofc). And if you beat him? The boy falls deeper in love.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who is the biggest dork. A huge introvert, all awkward and shy; at least he was when he first met you. He was a stuttering mess when he approached you, his flirting the dorkiest you had ever seen, but that was what drew you to him. He was adorable and honestly? Quite a lot like you. It was difficult not to like him and eventually fall for him.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who loves being close to you. Even if you're not doing anything in particular, he loves feeling your presence close to him. If you're watching a movie, he loves cuddling close to you. If he's gaming he loves it if you watch him, or even if you sit on him while he does so. When you're outside, he doesn't miss the chance to throw a hand over your shoulders, pulling you close to him. And when you're sleeping and he is awake, he always prefers gaming on his consoles, just to be able to cuddle you into his chest while you sleep.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who makes you sit on his face, a controller in your hands as you try to stay still and not grind on his face already. He loves seeing you struggle, playing the difficult mode of a game, knowing that he would only speed up and let you cum if you won. It was proving to be more difficult than you initially thought, and you were already going at it for so long; his gaze glued on the screen, watching you desperately trying to win with amusement in his eyes as his tongue lazily swept over your clit, giving you just enough to have you begging for more. His hands would hold onto your hips, or wrap around your thighs, chuckling into your sweet cunny as you whined and whimpered.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who loves hearing you beg for him. You would have never thought when you first met him, but the man was rough- when he wanted. He loved seeing you cry out of embarrassment as he had you cockwarm him while he gamed with his friends and his brother on the headset. You would wrap your arms around his shoulders, pathetically trying not to moan or ride him right there and then. He would feel the way you clenched around him and he would mute himself just that once only to ridicule you for getting off on sitting on his cock while his friends were on the line and could potentially hear you. That only made you clench harder around him.

GAMER! CHOSO ⪩ who would edge you for hours on end until his game finished. He would move you both to the bed, only to lay you on your back with your legs over his shoulders as he finally gave you what you had been craving since the moment he touched you that night. He loved seeing you get lost in pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your skull as he pressed one hand down on your lower abdomen, feeling how his girthy cock was creating a small bulge right there. He felt dizzy as your walls squeezed around him as if you never wanted to let him go. Edging you for so long had an effect on him as well; it was evident in the way his cum soon dripped from your pussy, mixing with your own release. Tears were falling from your eyes, all from pleasure, as he merely took a second to rest before pounding into you again, determined to pump you full of his seed.

#𓆰𓆪 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖝𝖝𝖎𝖘𝖍 #im excited #but nervous #ACK #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu choso #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso smut #jjk #jjk choso #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #smut #choso fanfic #choso headcanons #choso hcs #anime #anime smut #fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #choso kamo smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

[sundrop-writes]

Hi! I hope this is okay to send because I’ve sent this type of request to others (and I know that’s normally bad) BUT it’s because I enjoy the different opinions of all the amazing writers!!! It’s not a fic request but just a request for your top headcanons for Spencer Reid.

The things that you’re like “this is canon and I’ll fight you over it” - smut, nsfw, tame, domestic, anything - just your opinions/rants!

(If it’s not okay to ask though please accept my apology!!! I’m still learning the social etiquette of tumblr requests! ) - 🌑

I definitely think this is okay to send to different writers, because you will usually get very different results - usually writers don't like it when you send a request that can only get similar results (asking for a narrative fic with a detailed, similar plot). But I love giving my random headcanons about characters.

Random Spencer Reid Headcanons

And okay, the first one I have in mind for Spencer is so weird.

One of the headliners that I always have in mind for Spencer - he wears tighty whities.

Like - the only kind of underwear that he wears are the classic hanes briefs (usually white, maybe heather grey, never black or any other 'fun' colour) - he doesn't wear boxer briefs, he doesn't wear boxers. Whenever I see a fic saying 'and then Spencer took off his boxer briefs', I'm like: "no, you don't know him like I do".

Spencer is a fucking nerd. Spencer is the type of fucking nerd who would insist on wearing the nerdiest underwear - tighty whities. And people probably write about him wearing boxer briefs because those are the sexy men's underwear and briefs are not like 'hot' to picture men in - but that is exactly why I HC him as wearing them and exactly why I mention that he wears them in every single one of my fics.

Spencer would wear the dorkiest underwear in expectation that he's not going into a sexual situation. He wears his underwear thinking that he's not going to fuck - he's not going to have to 'impress' anyone. Also, over time, of writing several fics about him and thinking about Spencer for 100s of hours a week - I have come to develop this kind of kink for picturing his giant nine inch cock trapped inside the crotch of a pair of briefs, hard and struggling to fit in there. It would be hot in its own way. (Which, Spencer always is.)

Speaking of his cock - you may notice that with a lot of my fics, I take the time to describe in depth what a male character's dick looks like. This is because I take the time to picture and think about what a characters dick looks like and how it is different from other characters (because no, not every characters dick is nine inches, thick and veiny. no) - I call it the Dickscription. And I think it's a very important part of characterization.

Spencer is eight to nine inches (when fully hard) - but he is skinny. His cock is a bean pole, just like he is. You would look at his dick and call it a snake. His cock is very smooth - the skin on it is baby soft and smooth, rather than veiny, and Spencer does not shave his pubes. Spencer is a full bush kind of guy - because he is terrified of putting a razor anywhere near his dick. He would only shave if you helped him and if he trusted you a lot. And he had a very thick, dark bush of hair near the top, around the base of his cock, but it gets more sparse around his balls, which even get soft and fuzzy in some places. (I have thought about this way. too. much.)

He is uncut, and when he gets really needy and teased or if you don't let him cum, then his cock turns a really bright shade of pink or even red, and the colour goes across his whole cock so his cock becomes like this beautiful bright pink rocket - and he leaks. Spencer is a very leaky guy, to the point where he gets everything so wet before he can even cum.

(These headcanons are getting out of control, lets get back to something more wholesome, shall we?)

Spencer is the kind of person to take himself on dates. On the rare occasion that he gets a day off, Spencer indulges in going out alone. It's not necessarily that he likes the solitude, but he's used to it because he spent his entire childhood pretty much alone, and there are a lot of activities that he likes that he thinks no one else he knows will enjoy. So he tries to enjoy treating himself to a day out alone.

He will bring a few good books to a cafe and drink a few expensive lattes (and probably eat a few pastries) and simply enjoy the peace and quiet of reading by himself for a while. He'll go to a book store and browse for hours before finally picking something. He'll go to a naturally history museum and walk around by himself, not tied to the whims of what someone else wants to see.

Hmmm

Maybe some relationship headcanons?

(Because we all love Spencer, lets face it.)

This is something I bring up in Careful (as you guys will see) - but I genuinely believe that Spencer Reid would treat his partner like royalty. He is someone who has spent years reading about romance - especially with his mother reading him so much classic literature, he regards the classics as the bar for romance (and he just hopes that his life doesn't become one of the tragedies where one or both partners die in the end). So he's not the 'Netflix and Chill' type - and he definitely doesn't bring you to the movies to sit in silence on a date.

He is the type of person to hire a violinist to play your favourite song by the table on a date, he will open doors for you, help you with your coat, pull out chairs for you, recite poetry to you (probably in other languages just because it sounds beautiful).

He will always think of the most unique dates to take you on. He'll take you to museums, to an observatory, to the orchestra - he'll take you to a large, elegant library that has rare books and recite lines from those classic books to you while you're there. He would take you to plays or a midnight picnic by a lake. Dates with him would never be boring or typical - it would be like living in a romantic movie.

A lot of people HC that Spencer would not be into PDA because he's too shy, but I don't think that's the case. Early seasons Spencer maybe, but I think that even he would get to a point where he's just so enamoured with you that he needs to touch you in public. But his PDA wouldn't be steamy or smutty, it would be romantic and soft and passionate.

He would keep a hand on your lower back while walking around, a sign that he's right there with you, a gentle signal to anyone around that you're with him. He would lean in close to speak right in your ear - showing that his words are only for you, that nobody else in the vicinity deserves to hear what he has to say, only you do.

He would graze his fingertips right across your arm, causing goosebumps on your skin. He would stare into your eyes with such intense, burning passion. And he would kiss you in public - lingering only long enough to leave you wanting more. And on occasion, he would lean in to kiss your neck or bring your hand up to kiss the back of it - gentle things to show his appreciation of you without giving away too much for prying eyes to see.

Dating Spencer would be like dating a prince from a hallmark movie, I swear to god.

(That's all I have for now, because if I keep thinking about this too much, I may explode because Spencer is not real and I can't actually date him.)

#sundrop writes #requests #requested #spencer reid #spencer reid headcanons #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

[praisethesuuun]

Another request for my sun ♥️☀️☀️♥️

Hajun with a size kink? And a reader is weak for love marks, so he gives a lot of them... 😏

I needed some comfort...💛

Hajun headcanons: size kink and love bites!

🐃Hajun is, basically, pretty...well, pretty big. Finding someone his size or larger is quite impossible, so he accepted the fact that if he ever needed a partner, this one would be smaller than him. In the end, the demon doesn't even mind too much.

🐃The way his hands grip your waist as his fingers dig into your skin is just too good for him. It's as if Hajun is taking his measurements, trying to figure out the best position to take you and ruin you. He might even place you on top of him, while he enjoys seeing you struggle to ride him as you see it.

🐃But Hajun's favorite pastime is seeing that sweet and cute belly bulge on your body. He holds you down with one hand, pinning you to the mattress as a small smile crosses his face, moving his hips slowly to enjoy the moment. "Good girl...what a wonderful body you have..."

🐃Hajun is an ancient being and his ways of showing you affection or possessiveness go hand in hand with him and his habits. Arm around your neck? No, a nice bite delivered!

🐃Even if it hurts a little, the demon doesn't mind. In fact, he thinks it's cute to feel how you squirm under his teeth while he doesn't let you escape; but his heart will fill with joy if you relax and accept his mark. His tongue caresses that cute bite that graces your skin, while Hajun's arms wrap around your hips from behind.

🐃In reality, the possibility of hurting you too much doesn't even occur to him. Be patient with this retrograde demon, he is not used to a fragile body like yours, especially if you are a being that he must not eliminate for some reason. He won't stop until your body bears the marks of his teeth everywhere, better be prepared!

#record of ragnarok #request #ror x reader #ror x you #snv x reader #snv x you #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror hajun #hajun #snv hajun #hajun x reader #snv headcanons #ror headcanons #shuumatsu no valkyrie headcanons #record of ragnarok headcanons

[utahimeow]

SEX101 — kageyama tobio [lesson 1.]

summary — your virgin best friend asks you to teach him how to have sex.

pairing — kageyama x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. oral sex (f and m receiving), corruption kink, possessive reader, kageyama is inexperienced

word count — 3.2k

author’s note — i love this trope but i wanted to switch it up since it’s always reader being taught :p there will be a part 2!

The first time you met Kageyama Tobio was seven years ago, in the summer before junior high. You were twelve years old and so was he, and you had just moved to a new neighbourhood. The volleyball he'd been bouncing on his hand had rolled to your feet and as you served it back to him, your poor aim had sent the ball colliding with his face. You used up the little bit of allowance you had to buy him a carton of strawberry milk as an apology and by some miracle, he accepted it. It was then that you learned you were both going to attend the same school, and it was that day that an unbreakable bond had formed.

In the time you've known Kageyema, he's never really had much luck with relationships. At first, it's hard to believe. He's attractive (like really, really attractive), tall (six foot two to be exact), and athletic (you think you remember him having abs since he was sixteen). It's probably precisely that which is why he's never had a relationship—the fact that he lives and breathes volleyball. Where most people continue on to university after graduating high school, Kageyama had been invited to play the sport for a living. He's never had a moment to spare, always giving you the "training" excuse.

There's also the fact that Kageyama is Kageyama. He's awkward, rude, pessimistic, a little weird, and doesn't tend to get along with people in general. He's gotten far... kinder over the years, mainly as a result of being friends with the likes of you and Hinata Shoyou. Still, it came as a surprise to you when a week ago he announced that he had gotten himself a date with a girl.

In typical Kageyama fashion, he had told you nothing about her until you asked him. Her name was Ayumi, and she worked at the gym he went to. She was the one who asked for his number. He was the one who suggested lunch at a nearby cafe.

He's over at your house one day, a rainy day, one for doing nothing at all except maybe watching a show. You're laying in your bed together, you on your stomach as you struggle to keep your eyes open while he's on his back next to you. There's some ghost hunting show playing on your TV, but you've both stopped paying attention to it. The sound of raindrops beating against your window is far more fascinating.

"Can I... ask you... something?" he asks, breaking the silence eventually.

"Hm?" you reply, propping yourself onto your elbows so you can stare down at him next to you. He's staring up at the ceiling, cerulean eyes pensive, his features ever so hard to decipher.

He opens his mouth to speak, but just as quickly closes it again. A moment later he opens it, then closes.

"Today would be nice," you tease, but regret takes over instantly when you watch him gulp. He doesn't shoot back with an insult of his own, something uncharacteristic of him.

"How do you... you know... pleasure a girl?"

You can't help the laugh that escapes your mouth. Kageyama's face burns bright, a mixture of humiliation and rage. It's the last thing you ever thought he'd ask and you still can't tell if he's teasing you or not, although something in his tone tells you he's being dead serious.

"Shut up," he says, glaring at you. "Ayumi invited me to her house this weekend. She keeps reminding me that her parents aren't going to be home so I think she wants to... you know?"

Your eyebrows raise. There's a swell of pride because your best friend is finally getting action, but you can't ignore the pang of jealousy that lingers either.

His original question makes sense now—Kageyama's never gotten further than kissing anyone. If he had, he would have told you. He tells you everything, after all.

"What, you want me to teach you?"

It's a rhetorical question, not meant to be anything more than a joke. But your best friend stays quiet. The "no, dumbass" that you expect from him as a reply never comes.

"Tobio?"

"Well, how else am I supposed to learn?" he grumbles and that's when your heart skips a beat. He's never looked this vulnerable, like he's one second away from disappearing through the floorboards of your bedroom.

"Have you watched porn?"

"Obviously," he says, and his cheeks become tinted with pink. "But I wanna try do it myself."

Well, that's a given. Taking notes is different to putting them into practise. Plus, he's a boy. You doubt he ever makes it past the trending page where all of the porn is scripted and fake.

You push yourself onto your knees, sighing as you consider where to start. You're more experienced than him, yes, but that doesn't mean you're an expert by any means.

"All girls are different. They like different things, want different things. Some like to be in charge, some don't. But as general advice," you say, throwing one of your legs over Kageyama's waist so you can straddle him, "don't be afraid to touch her."

The boy's eyes nearly fly out of their sockets as you settle on his crotch. His entire body tenses. He's frozen beneath you, so you take him by his wrists and guide his hands to your thighs.

"The most important part is foreplay. If you don't get her warmed up, you won't be able to penetrate her," you tell him. Your voice has dropped an octave or two, all husky unlike anything Kageyama has heard from you.

Slowly, delicately, you drag his hands up your thighs. He's near panting as he tries to relish the way your soft flesh feels under his palms. You guide them along your hips, make him trace your waist, and ignore the doubt in the back of your mind before you bring his hands to your chest.

With your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you squeeze Kageyama's hands that are beneath your own, giving a soft moan as he cups your breasts. You're scared he'll pass out underneath you. His eyes are even wider than before somehow, his mouth in a circle, breaths shallow now—you're not sure if he's breathing at all.

"Relax, Tobio," you rasp. It's when you grind your hips in an effort to loosen him up that you feel it—he's hard. His length pokes against your leg, strains against his sweatpants as you drag your clothed pussy over it. You think you could melt. A cheshire cat grin forms on your lips because you made your best friend hard.

In all his stubbornness, however, he still won't relax. You've had a fair share of stupid ideas in your life, but you don't think any of them come close to the one that forms in your mind in this moment.

"Can I kiss you?" you ask, bending your body. Your hands keep moving his over your clothed chest, groping and kneading at your mounds. He gulps at your question, then nods, and you're leaning your face in against his. You're slow, teasing. Your hands have stopped moving. Your breath mixes with his. You're so close, and yet Kageyama still doesn't have the courage to pull you in. He's so... pliant.

With a grin, you finally put him out of his misery, pressing your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss. You can't ignore the way your stomach flutters, but you're too rapt by the boy's plush lips to question whether it's lust or something else that's making you fuzzy. The kiss is innocent—at first. Then you push your tongue against his and hunger takes over and your hips are rolling against his lap harder than before and Kageyama lets out a tiny moan against your mouth.

You never were really the needy type. Sex wasn't something you craved too often. But now, with Kageyama underneath you, rutting his hips against yours, letting you lick into his mouth, you need him.

Kageyama's always been good at reading you (not that you hide your emotions well anyway), but you'd grown close enough to where he could practically read your thoughts. He can sense that you're desperate for him, and his hands start to move downwards. He's hesitant, wondering when you'll stop him to give him his next directions. But you never do. You let him act on his instincts, following the curve of your body until his fingers find the top of your sweatpants.

You pull away then, your lips puffy, your mind dizzy from being breathless. "Take them off," you tell him, and that's enough for him to commit, to push the fabric down your legs. As he struggles to get them past your knees, you throw yourself onto your bed once more, onto your back so that you can help him out and kick your pants off the rest of the way.

For a moment Kageyama's eyes widen, then he's flicking his gaze between your lacy black panties and your face.

"Go on," you say, parting your legs as both inviting him to settle between them and encouraging him to strip you entirely.

The kiss must have worked, even if a little bit. The boy scoots forward into the space you created for him, curling his fingers around your panties and tugging them down slowly. The air hits your dripping cunt immediately, and you gasp because how are you this wet already?

"See this?" you say, your pointer finger landing on the nub above your hole. Kageyama nods intently as if he's not staring at his best friend's pussy. "That's the clit, got it? Now you have no excuse. Do not neglect it. Even when you're fucking her. Most girls can't cum unless you stimulate their clit."

There's a flash of panic across his features. Crap. He's not ready fuck you this soon. "But... what about foreplay first?"

"You wanna eat me out?"

Kageyama's dick twitches in his pants. Yes, he wants to eat you out. He wants to devour you until you're shaking, wants to taste your juices (he bets you taste sweet and heavenly), wants your thighs wrapped around his head. He nods, maybe a little too fervently.

You sigh. "Okay, well, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to instruct you on eating pussy. Let me see, I guess you just— oh."

He cuts you off when he dives between your legs, his tongue licking a long stripe between your folds. He's watched enough porn to think he at least has an idea of what to do. And he's right—his lips wrap around your clit and the quiet moan you give when he sucks tells Kageyama he's actually on the right track.

His tongue moves experimentally against your heat, licking at you with a precision that makes you surprised by the way your eyes roll back. You'd always liked it when boys were sloppy eating you out. No rhythm, no pattern, just flicking their tongues in whatever way made you arch your back. Lack of experience can make you overthink your technique—your movements turn static. But somehow, and maybe it's because it's Kageyama, there's no denying the heat that's building in your abdomen.

"Fuck, Tobio," you whine.

He pulls away for a second, blinking back at you with fear. "What?"

With a pout and a roll of your eyes, you tangle your fingers into his raven hair and push him back down between your legs. "That means you're doing good, dumbass."

Kageyama's hands have instinctively come to wrap around your thighs, gripping the fat as he holds your legs in place, spread apart for him. His tongue swirls over your bud ceremoniously. Each circle he draws against your clit sends pinpricks of pleasure throughout each and every one of your muscles. The flame in your stomach grows stronger and stronger with every second.

If you weren't so rapt by the way he worked his mouth against you then maybe you would have made fun of him for having his eyes closed. Instead you tug at the roots of his hair, and his gaze meets yours in an instant.

"Eye contact. Don't be scared of it," you say, and the end of your sentence morphs into a moan. It's tough to remember that you're supposed to be 'teaching' him, not just getting free head.

From then on, Kageyama's piercing eyes never leave yours. He thinks he feels himself easing into it a little bit, his tongue and lips moving almost by themselves now. It means he gets to focus on your face. How your eyebrows rise a little, how your eyes twinkle, how your lips part ever so slightly. How you look so fucked out and you haven't even cum yet. You look this gorgeous because of him.

The heat in your abdomen starts to pulse. Your breathing turns ragged, your eyes roll back again. Kageyama knows what's happening. You telling him just confirms it.

"I'm close, Tobio—oh, fuck... Please, Tobio, please..."

And just like that, your back arches off the bed as the flame erupts and you finally make it over the edge. You cry out as you hit your climax, a high-pitched mixture of a curse and Kageyama's name. He tries to pull away, maybe unsure of whether it feels better to continue through an orgasm or not, but you refuse to let him. Once you come down from your high, your hand releases his hair and he sits back.

"Congrats, Kageyama," you chuckle, sighing. He hates it when you call him by his family name, but something about you using it in this moment makes his heart swell. "You just made a woman cum."

The expression he stares back at you with is adorable. His cheeks are flushed and there's a dazed look in his eyes. He's shocked and in disbelief, but there's a little bit of pride there, perhaps exaggerated by the sight of your cum gleaming all over his lips.

"Come here," you say, patting the space beside you as he wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Ever so obedient, he takes the spot while you tug your panties back up your legs. He's staring at you, so you lean towards him, slowly in case he backs away. But he doesn't, so you connect your lips with his. It's a soft, careful kiss. Your body's too weak from your climax to make it anything more, but you don't want anything more.

Subconsciously you shift closer to him until you're flush against him, and it's then that you're reminded of his erection. That still hasn't been dealt with. Poor boy is probably in agony.

You pull away from Kageyama's lips, a string of spit following as you do. It's your turn to crawl in between his legs with a devilish grin upon your face.

"What are you..?" he asks, frowning as you toy with the waistband of his sweats. In the back of his head, he knows, but he doesn't want to assume.

"Paying you back," you tell him. You thought it was pretty obvious. "Unless you don't want me to. Oh, my god, I just presumed."

"No," he cuts you off, his voice cracking. "Please..."

This time there's no reluctance whatsoever when you pull his sweatpants down his legs, followed by his boxers. His cock, bright red, veiny, swollen, looks so enticing that you start drooling. It's also huge. One of the bigger cocks you've faced. Maybe the biggest. All this time you can't believe he's been packing.

He jolts when your hand wraps around him. "You need me to stop, I stop," you assure him, waiting until he nods to resume. You start with slow strokes up and down, collecting the pre-cum that drips from his sensitive tip, smothering it over the rest of his length. Briefly you pull away to spit in your palm before wrapping around him again. Your hand memorises each ridge that runs along his cock and all you can think is how pretty it is. How you can't wait to choke on it.

No, literally, you can't wait any longer. You lean forward, your lips wrapping around his tip, tongue lapping at the slit to get a taste of his arousal.

The thought that this is his first time ever getting sucked off has you reeling. You're dizzy just thinking about it, really. How you could probably half-ass it and he'd still cum. Or you could put your all into it and he'd cum so hard that no one would else would be able to compare and you would be the only one who could possibly make him feel good.

All of it spurs you on, and one look at Kageyama's blushing, spent face has you slowly taking him inch by inch into your mouth. You struggle as you make your way down to his base, tears brimming in your eyes once he hits the back of your throat. You stay still for a moment, adjusting to the intrusion in your air pipe.

In that moment, Kageyama's cock throbs. With a gasp, he releases, and it's as unexpected to him as it is to you. And you've never been a quitter, so you let him spill every last drop down your throat while his head spins and he watches you with awe and embarrassment all over his features.

"I'm s-sorry," he mutters as you pop off of his cock, spluttering a little as you catch your breath.

"For what?" You just want to hear him say it.

"I didn't last."

A smile spreads over your face, one that you can only hope is reassuring. You help him pull his boxers and his pants back up and for a fleeting moment you're tempted to cuddle up next to him, until the lustful fog in your mind clears and you remember once more that this is still meant to be platonic. A friend teaching another friend. So you sit criss-cross next to him.

"Didn't know I was that good at sucking dick," you quip, joking around to hide the possessiveness that has sprouted within you. You've sucked off boys who were inexperienced before yet none of them had cum so quickly. It's not a coincidence. Kageyama wasn't just worked up—he was worked up for you. You just know it.

Your best friend sits up. Ever so subtly he moves an inch or two away from you, but you notice. You notice how he swallows thickly. You notice how he can barely look you in the eye.

"Um...I never told Ayumi that I'm a virgin, you know," he admits. He twiddles with his fingers in his lap.

Is he asking you what you think he's asking you?

"Are you going to?"

"...I want to have experience with that too," he shrugs.

I want you to take my virginity, is what you hear.

Your lips curl into a smile again. It takes everything in you not to grab him in your arms and squeeze him and hold him tight and kiss him all over.

"Well, I'm here to help. Isn't that what best friends are for?"

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[moumouton4]

having an itachi brainrot so i was wondering if i could request an itachi and fem reader nsfw where you two are recording a sex tape and at first he’s super shy and timid but once he gets comfortable he starts to praise you to the camera etc I NEED IT PLEASE

Imagine Recording A Sex Tape || Itachi Uchiha x fem!reader

A/n : I almost didn't write it. But then I thought about it and fuck it was so good in the end ! Thank you so much for the request ! I hope you'll like it 🌹

Warnings : sex tape, penetrative sex, missionary, cowgirl, praising, vanilla sex, rough sex, mention of urges, bredding kink, mention of masturbation, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Word count : 1477

You got the idea a little while ago when you were reading the last volume of Icha Icha

Since then each time you pleasured yourself or went at it with your boyfriend you couldn’t help but think what if you had put a camera there to record you

I mean it was a way of keeping memories right ? You’d just have to hide them really well for no one stumbling on the proof of your intimacy by accident

From the beginning you knew it wasn’t something he’d easily be comfortable with or accept

I mean he is overall really vanilla and reserved. He's not very adventurous in this area and prefers to stick to simple things where he's sure he's in control. The mere thought of it makes his face and neck flush with embarrassment

Unless he’s having those urges to mate like any young Uchiha men - that leaves him out of breath and especially flustered ( yes that’s one of my own hc )

So you made the gears in your brain work at full speed, looking for the right situation and the right words to ask him to join you in this fantasy of yours

So you waited, waited, waited… until ✨ the perfect day ✨

You had just returned from a short errand when you saw him cooking. You took a few steps before coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his slim waist, bringing a smile to his lips

With your head resting against his chest, you couldn't help saying "Say, it'd be a good idea for us to make more memories of each other, don't you think ? More photos and videos..."

"Sure, that's a good idea" he really liked the idea of having memories of you that you could look at on a stormy day, sheltered under a soft blanket

"We could even extend this to the bedroom, it might add some spice" you tested the temperature with this request

"T-to the b-bedroom ?" he replied, the flustered shift clear in his voice

"Yes, you know when we-"

"I-I understood at first t-thank you" he stuttered

“So what do you say ?” you questioned excitedly

“I-I don’t know…that’s… new” he said, his hands staying momentaneously still. As if your proposal had kept him from thinking

“Yeah but that could be funnnnn” you trailed, nuzzling your face in his stomach

A wide smile crept of his face at your affection, he still looked unsure though “Maybe… I-I’ll consider it”

And from this moment you knew he was willing to try. In his mind, you had adapted to his urges very quickly, so he wanted to give his best when you came up with new ideas

He hides it very well but he's kinda impatient. The times before you introduced him to doggy style and cowgirl, and now they're classics for you - gosh he loves seeing you on top, it makes you hold so much power over both your releases, it's intoxicating

Meanwhile you are so cute. You’re so invested you buy 2 little cameras - dark so that they will blend into the dark - because Itachi prefers to do it in a subdued atmosphere - except during the urges when he's literally taking you everywhere he can - so that he doesn't feel he's being watched

When the D day comes though he struggles to really get comfortable. At first he doesn’t manage to be fully hard due to the anxiety creeping on him - so cute 🥺

“It’s fine we don’t have to use them just today. I can switch them off” you proposed

“N-no I need to make it” he said and despite his hushed tone you knew he really meant it. He was a winner and he wasn’t going to back down from a camera

Of course you do your best to help him relax and be fully hard. The foreplay lasts a little longer than usual, but that's okay. You like having him in your mouth and he likes being in your mouth

Once you’re both ready, you two get into position. You decide to go for a missionary - something you know he is fully comfortable with - to be sure that he enjoy himself even with the eye of the camera on him

When he starts to move, his comings and goings are a little slower than usual, so he needs a little time to adjust. But as time goes by, they get faster and faster, and finally, after about ten minutes, they reach their usual pace

Your idea of starting with a position he's used to works pretty well. You can tell from his hold on you that he's enjoying it, even if he's still holding back his moans.

But when the pressure becomes too much, his head comes to nestle in your neck, where he finally lets out some grunts - to your great delight.

After a moment, when it felt right you agreed on changing position. And this time your were the one of top - his weakness ahah

As arousal started to cloud his judgment, he felt his inhibitions vanish. His hands grabbed your hips and with his arms he dragged you back and forth onto his dick to get you into a good rhythm

His thoughts started to wander and he wondered why he had never wondered about what you guys looked like when you were making love - maybe because he was too shy. But there he couldn't help but think that the cameras will provide him with different points of view from his own. And he felt himself throb inside you at the mere thought of seeing your body arch into his, responding to his every touches

Without realizing it, he began to be more vocal, letting his sounds and moans escape like so many other times when you usually go at it. As he lost himself in an ocean of pleasure, his hips responded to your rocking as he thrust upwards

"That's what you wanted, isn't it Y/n ? For me to take you like this and for you to see it on video later" each of his words was followed by deep thrusts that left you breathless "As if that wasn't enough. As if you wanted more"

"Hhh Itachi I-" you tried to speak

You felt him grips your thighs tighter “But if you want more I’ll give it to you then” and with that he he pressed his feet into the mattress and gave you strong, hard thrusts

“Tell my little vixen is that enough for you ? Do you think you can take it ?” he teased not stopping his assault a seconde

A trail of curses and whimpers escaped your lips as you tried to anchor yourself with something. Though you did your best to keep responding to his actions

“Look at you giving your best for the camera mmh ? What a good little actress” he praised you making you tighten even further around him

“You must have fantasized about it a lot, didn’t you ?” you nodded weakly feeling your release coming

As your body arched his eyes grew hungrier “That’s it. Arch yourself it’s going to look so good”

In the end, his words and his rough thrusts got the better of you and you came undone in his arms. It only took a few more thrusts for him to follow you

And as if by magic, the sweet, shy Itachi had returned. He helped you down from his softening length and helped you to rest on his chest

Thinking back to what he'd said, he turned crayfish red "Was that an urge ? No no it didn't feel like it. It was less powerful - less animalistic. Was it the thrill of trying something new ? Maybe..." he thought

After that, he's so flustered, he makes sure the tape is hidden in a locked box, itself in a locked box, itself in a safe, itself buried in your garden

You explain to him that it won't be possible to dig up the box every time

"Every t-time ?!?" he almost squeaked

"Well it looked like you enjoyed yourself back there" you winked at him

"S-stop teasing me Y/n" he said hiding his face once more in the crook of your neck

But he can't help wanting to see the video right away. He's far too curious... he's way to shy to ask for it though. You may one day stumble on him watching it alone... jerking off

One thing's for sure though, one day the camera's going to be on during one of his urges and you can't wait to see how he pounds the fuck out of you, in those moments where he only thinks about one thing, stuffing you with his cum

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[belching-bellies]

Pizza Date

This is a kink fic! If you're not into the things listed below, it's probably not going to be for you

Contains: burping, belly rubs, mild stuffing, brief alcohol mention, gender-neutral narrator

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James and I did go on our real date, and it was so much better than I expected it to be. And I had pretty high expectations. He's so sweet and being with him makes me so happy.

Since then, we've been spending a lot of time together, and it's been great. Physical touch is both of our love languages, and with the amount of cuddling and physical affection, I feel like I'm not touch-starved for the first time in my life.

I haven't told him that I have a thing for his burps, but sometimes when we're cuddling I'll rub his belly and feel the gas rush up into his chest. He usually stifles the belches but I always wish he didn't.

Tonight, we have a date planned. It's gonna be pretty lowkey -- I'm just going over to his place for dinner and a movie. The relationship is still new, so I still get occasional butterflies around him. I want to surprise him, so I stop by the store on the way and pick up a 12-pack of beers. Knowing him, we'll probably finish it by the end of the night.

I get to his apartment and he greets me at the door with a kiss. I resist the urge to push him up against the wall right then -- that can wait until later.

"So what kind of pizza do you want?"

"I like pepperoni but I don't really care. What do you want to get?"

James smiles at me, "It's up to you. I'm getting myself a second pizza."

I look at him in disbelief.

"What?" he says, "you don't think I can eat a whole pizza on my own?"

"I would like to see you try," I tease, but he doesn't know that I would in fact like that very much.

James puts in the order for two pizzas, and we break out the beers while we wait for the food to arrive. Both of us have empty stomachs, so we start to feel a little tipsy after just a couple drinks. We're cuddling on the couch, and I place my hand on his chest. When he drinks, I can feel the fizzy liquid traveling down through his esophagus.

James has never been shy, and he's letting out small burps every so often. Occasionally, I'll respond to one of his belches by patting his stomach lightly.

The pizza eventually does arrive, and when Jason stands up, the movement shakes loose a respectable belch:

"buhh-UURRRRPP"

I'm glad he's walking away by then, because I'm definitely blushing.

James comes back about five minutes later with two pizzas: a pepperoni for me and a supreme for him.

"I've gotta say, James, I will be impressed if you can actually finish this whole pizza"

He grins back at me. "Challenge accepted."

He eats a lot faster than I do, and I wonder if his stomach will be feeling okay later. I think about saying something about slowing down, but I don't. By the time I'm done with my second slice, he's nearly halfway through his pizza.

James sets down his fifth slice, places a hand on the upper part of his belly, and leans back on the couch, breathing a little more shallowly than before.

"You feeling okay, babe?"

"Yeah, I just..." he raises his beer to his lips, takes a couple swallows, then lets out the loudest burp I've ever heard come from him.

"hhhuuUUUURRRRRgghUUUUURRRPPP"

He lets out a sigh of relief, then looks at me. "I- *uurrp* I fucking needed that"

I put my hand on his belly. I can feel it grumbling, struggling to cope with the speed at which he's eating. He hiccups a couple times, then lets out a soft burp. I give his belly a couple of pats, then return to my own beer.

He picks up his slice to continue working on it, but now it's my turn to belch. I can feel the carbonation working its way through my stomach, and I try to stifle the burps behind my fist.

"You know, you don't have to be embarrassed about burping around me. I've been doing it more than you have"

I know this, and I want to tell him that it's different because I'm into it, but I hold myself back. But to prove that I understand his point, I jiggle my belly and work up the biggest belch I can. James nods, looking amused, and cuddles closer to me. I notice that his hand comes to a rest on my slightly bloated belly, and for a second, I wonder if that's on purpose.

The rest of the night goes by uneventfully. We keep eating and drinking, and by the time the movie ends, James has nearly finished his whole pizza. He's slowed down considerably, and as he finishes the second to last slice I can tell his stomach is a lot more bloated than it was an hour ago. He's letting out little burps every couple minutes, ones I can only hear because we're so close together.

"One more slice, you got this babe."

We're both just past tipsy, and I'm feeling a little impulsive.

"I bet I can finish a slice faster than you" This isn't a fair competition, but Jason is competitive and I know he's going to accept. I go easy on him, but I'm still surprised when he beats me.

He lets out a sick-sounding burp through his last bite, then groans and lays back on the couch.

"Okay, I gotta admit that was impressive." I'm telling the truth, but I don't mention that it also turns me on.

James doesn't respond, just grabs my hand and places it on his full, rounded belly. I get the hint, and I start gently rubbing it. I slip my hand under his shirt. The skin feels taut, and I can feel the beer sloshing inside of him every time he repositions. I feel out his stomach with my palms, occasionally pressing into a particularly tight spot. Sometimes, I can feel the trapped gas rush upwards into his throat and then come out as a satisfying-sounding belch.

Eventually, James' burps start to slow down, and I lay down behind him, spooning him, hand on his belly. We eventually fall asleep like that, bellies full, cuddling on his couch.

#burp #belch #burping #belching #burp fic #eructo #burp story #oc #burp kink #belch kink #male burp #stuffing #feeding kink #bloating #beer bloat #bloated stomach #belly #belly kink #full belly #my writing

[running-with-the-feels]

Kuai Liang nsfw headcanons (strap in y'all I have THOUGHTS and none of them are in the bible)

Kuai Liang has to dom every time, he cannot give up control at all.

he also Really likes to edge his partner, he can go for hours doing that until they (usually Hanzo) is a crying, pleading mess

Has a praise kink, similarly to Kung Lao's, he just really likes to make his partner moan, especially if he can make them feel so good that all they can say is his name.

Also into overstim, though he's always very careful with it, probably more so than he needs to be.

For all that he prefers to be in control, his sole, driving motivation when having sex is to get his partner off as many times as possible, until they are so wrung out they can barely move. He doesn't even care if he gets off, so long as his partner feels as good as humanly possible

also does some God tier aftercare, like he's doting on his partner hand and foot. One of the few things Johnny and Hanzo can agree on is that it is hard to tell what the best part of sleeping with Kuai Liang is, the sex or the aftercare

also does a lot of check ins during sex, probably more than he needs too (not that anyone is complaining about that)

Obsessed with leaving hickeys, he will mark up his partner's body like a canvas at any given opportunity. Not just during sex either, he will, quite frequently, pull Hanzo into a darkened corner just to bite a new hickey into his throat in order to replace one that's faded. It makes it very hard for Hanzo to think afterwards

Loves foreplay more than the actual sex. Like, he could spend hours just making out and that would be an ideal afternoon, and his favorite part of sex is riling his partner up before actually getting them off or starting to edge them

He also likes to hear his partners beg, he has no idea why tho. Like for most of his kinks he can kinda guess where they are from but but with this one he's at a loss.

Once edged Hanzo so much that when he tried to beg he couldn't even form words anymore, it just came out as a high pitched whine and Kuai Liang is incredibly proud of that (Hanzo then came so hard he literally passed out)

he also enjoys giving blow jobs as he likes being able to watch his partners come apart from his mouth alone, it makes him feel very powerful.

In particular, he likes to tie his partners up when he gives them head just so he can see them strain against the bindings as they beg for him (I cannot stress enough how much he likes to hear ppl beg)

can top or bottom, he really doesn't care either way

will use his powers during sex, in particular when he's playing with his partner's nipples, but nothing more than making an ice cube or frosting his hands over.

The few times he's slept with Johnny, the actor tried to convince him to make a frozen dildo and Kuai Liang adamantly refused, citing risks of frostbite to which Johnny replied "Anything is a dildo if you're brave enough and I am no coward"

Kuai Liang was unconvinced.

Hair pulling kink, will tug on his partner's hair no matter how short it is (where there is a will there's a way and he is nothing if not willful) and enjoys tugging their mouth where he wants it

Despite that, he really doesn't like receiving head. Not because he doesn't enjoy it but bc for as much as he likes to give pleasure, he feels very guilty for accepting it

If he can get out of his head enough though, he does relax into it and enjoy it, but being pampered in any way (sexual or otherwise) is something he struggles with. Even once he starts letting go of that guilt tho, he doesn't much care whether or not he gets off, so long as his partner does.

Also, a master of dirty talk, like that man can spew some Filth without a moment of hesitation, that just comes naturally to him.

Did also once get Hanzo off with nothing but words alone and wears that achievement like a badge of honor, he is so smug about it.

That's all I can think of rn, but lemme know if y'all want more. Also, who should I do next?

#kuai liang #subscorp #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

[kairos-polaris]

So I found this around, can I ask for Gojo/ Yuuji?

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

- Gets jealous the most

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

- Takes care of on sick days

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

- Gives unprompted massages

- Drives/rides shotgun

- Brings the other lunch at work

- Has the better parental relationship

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

- Still cries watching Titanic

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

- Makes the other eat breakfast

- Remembers anniversaries

- Brings up having kids

hi!! I love this so much, have been thinking about it ever since i woke up

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

Gojo has height advantage so he is the giving nose/forehead kisses randomly but when they are cuddling it's Yuuji. And Satoru just melts from hos soft and loving Yuuji is

- Gets jealous the most

Gojo 100%, he is a jealous selfish bastard man who doesn't like people being too close to his precious Yuuji. He gets ten times more openly affectionate with Yuuji if he sees someone too close to him

- Picks the other person from the bar when they're too drunk to drive

Both! Gojo when he decides to join Shoko, it doesn't take long for him to get black out drunk so Shoko is usually the one calling Yuuji so he could get his boyfriend. In the morning Satoru intentionally doesn't rct his hungover so Yuuji would take care of him

And I see Nobara dragging Yuuji and Megumi with her to go clubbing, on the rare occasions Yuuji gets too drunk Megumi (the always sober friend) calls Gojo. Gojo forces Ijichi to drive him tho because he wants to make out with Yuuji in the backseat and Yuuji is always too indulgent of him

- Takes care of on sick days

They both don't get sick easily, especially with Gojo's rct but Yuuji is 100% the caretaker, he frets over Satoru and makes sure he gets better soon

- Gives unprompted massages

Yuuji! He offers to massage Satoru's neck and shoulders whenever he is back from a time consuming mission and Gojo always accepts, Yuuji touch always makes him feel better and less annoyed with the higher ups for wasting his time

- Brings the other lunches and work

Yuuji, he wakes up early to make the best lunches for Satoru and will always bring them to him so they could have lunch together if they have no missions then

In a no curses au all of Gojo's coworkers would be so jealous watching him get handfed the most delicious lunch by his handsome boyfriend. One time Yuuji was the one who forgot his lunch and Satoru brought it to him, now making all of Yuuji's coworkers jealous and envious

- Has the better parental relationship

Probably Yuuji if you consider his grandfather as his parent. But they were both seen as tools by their parent(s). With Yuuji we do know that Jin cared for him (for as long as he was around) and so does Kenjaku to some extent. We don't know enough about Satoru's parents to say for sure but I do think they saw six eyes and limitless user before they saw their son

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

Gojo and I don't think I need to explain that, he definitely has a sensei kink

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

Gojo in the very rare circumstances he does get drunk. Yuuji too, he would be super embarrassed in the morning but Satoru thinks it's cute (there is almost nothing that could make Satoru think Yuuji isn't cute)

- Still cries watching Titanic

As a person who never watched Titanic I'd say Yuuji because of the human earthworm stuff and how compassionate he is. Satoru wouldn't cry because he is too used to suppressing his feelings as the strongest (dw about it, Yuuji helps him with that)

- Firmly believes in couples costume

Gojo, he needs to make it clear to everyone Yuuji is taken 🥰 ("Everyone already knows, idiot," - Megumi probably)

- Breaks the expensive gift rule for Christmas

Gojo, I like the hc that Yuuji struggles with accepting gifts so Satoru, who wants to spoil his precious boyfriend, would buy things all throughout the year and then act shocked there are so many gifts for Yuuji when Christmas comes. Yuuji is flustered over the disparity in price and quantity and doesn't buy Satoru's "I just panic bought everything to make sure you like your gifts" excuse because every single thing is perfectly tailored to his taste. But eventually he gives in to Satoru's puppy eyes

- Makes the other eat breakfast

Yuuji, the habit of getting up early to cook a healthy breakfast for Satoru started during the basement arc and then carried on even when Yuuji lived in the dorms. Satoru protested a bit at first but gave in quickly because he likes being taken care of

- Remembers anniversaries

Satoru remembers every single important date and uses them as excuses to spoil Yuuji with gifts. Yuuji remembers the major stuff and spoils Satoru back

- Brings up having kids

I imagine they both would skirt around it not wanting to pressure the other but in the end it would be Yuuji, armed with lots and lots of reassurance from Megumi and Nobara

#my asks #goyuu #tysm for this!!! i had sm fun answering :D

[readerinsertz]

hellooo, hope you having a nice day! can i request a nsfw with allen walker that have marking kink and sex pollen (allen is the one affected) please? :’> thank you so much! and i also did your survey too!

Rating: Explicit, MDNI 

Warnings: afab!reader, mixed!reader coded, p in v sex, dubious consent cuz of sex pollen, marking, creampie, don't be silly wrap that willy!, unprotected sex, slight hair pulling, finger sucking, praise kink, dirty talk, slight degradation

“Red thorns, right?” You ask your fellow exorcist, brown eyes raking along the row of plants in front of you. 

“Yeah, and blue flowers,” Allen adds, eyes on his own row of flowers. 

“Tell me again why I’m here?” The question has him stopping and looking over at you. 

“Komui assigned you to this mission,” the white-haired male tells you earnestly. You pause in your search. 

“Yeah, but you and Lavi were the ones who went to Romania, not me. Shouldn't Komui have assigned Lavi instead of me?” It’s a valid point and you watch Allen struggle to think of a counter. The mission itself was information gathering on the plant that had bit Krory- if you could locate where it had grown or by whom, there was a possibility of finding more innocence. 

“I guess he thought your skills suited this mission.” Allen shrugs, rubbing the back of his head with one hand and giving you a small smile, both eyes closed. You hum in lieu of response and turn back to the flowers on the bench. The last few days had been filled with the same motions- wake up, search among the plants in the castle for one that matched the description Kory had given, take a few water and food breaks, grow tired and then give up for the day and head back to bed. You’re beginning to give up hope that you’re going to find a plant that looks even slightly like the description the vampire-exorcist had given you.

“How much longer ‘till we can reasonably call it and head back home?” You ask. You’ve been working for the Black Order for longer than Allen so you’re technically the senior exorcist on the mission but the way your partner acts, so similar to a puppy, has you wanting his acceptance in ending the mission before success.  

“You’re the one with more experience than me, it’s your decision when you want to end the mission,” Allen tells you, stopping in his search once more. Your body comes to a standstill, hands on your hips and lips pursed as you think it through. In your peripheral vision, you can make out Allen walking again, going along his line of plants. 

Although Innocence wasn’t known to be found together, if it managed to interact with living organisms then it may be possible to trace the products back to the source of Innocence. You’re too busy in thought wondering if it’s worth staying a few more days on a chance that you may find another Innocence product or go back to ‘Quarters and get deployed on a mission that’ll almost definitely have some Akumas to get rid of. A tanned finger taps on your plump lips as you weigh up both options, Allen completely out of your vision now. Hearing a sharp curse come from him has you whipping back to see him.

“What? What happened?” You ask as you use one hand to jump over the wooden table holding the plants and pull your bow off your back with the other. Two large steps are all you need to get to where Allen is kneeling on the cobblestones, the hand you had braced on the table running along the bow to activate your Innocence whilst your eyes dart around to locate the threat. 

“Errrmmm…” Allen begins. A quick once over of him in between your thorough sweep of the room doesn't alert you to any bleeding or bruising. His left eye hasn't activated either. You relax a little knowing there are no Akuma present but keep scanning the vast hall you’re in. When you’ve done a full 360 and nothing has jumped out, you lower your bow and turn your attention to your colleague. He’s hunched over, his chest expanding quickly as he pants down to the floor. You move to kneel down next to him, a golden hand splaying over his right shoulder but it rapidly retracts when Allen physically flinches. 

“Allen, what’s wrong? What happened?” Your voice is sharper, more authoritative as worry begins creeping in. In your mind, you’re going through a list of anything that could have caused this- flu, attack, poisoning, food poisoning? Yet, nothing sticks. 

“ I … I think I’ve… well, I’ve fucked up,” Allen grits out. Your frown only deepens at his words. Ignoring his previous response, you gently cup his chin and guide his face to yours. A curse of your own falls from your lips as you take him in. Allen’s usually pale cheeks are now rosy, sweat sticking to his white bangs to his forehead. 

“What did you do?” You interrogate, barely holding back the urge to shake him to get the answers out of him. The blacks of his pupils have dilated severely, pushing the silver of his iris to the very edges. What little silver you can see has taken on a purple sheen. 

“I in-inhaled the … the purple one,” Allen bites out in between pants. You’re whirling around immediately, freehand smacking over your mouth and nose in a poor imitation of a mask whilst brown eyes take stock of the purple flower sitting surreptitiously between two bigger plants. You recall Krory’s warning of a purple plant that had been used as a… libido enhancer … that may be present in the plant room. 

As shallowly as possible, you breathe in and drop your hand from Allen’s chin to snake under his right armpit, the other hand grabbing his right wrist and hiking his arm over your shoulder. When he’s stable enough for your liking you stand up, heaving at his weight-  his lean frame hides his muscularage a bit too well- and stumble away from the spot. Holding your breath hinders the process a bit but eventually, you make it far enough that you feel safer in taking a few short gasps to relieve your burning lungs. Allen doesn’t seem to be any better from the distance, slurring his words of thanks. You pause to take a break, muscles screaming as you hold as much of his weight as possible. At the end of the room is a door with a wooden plank for a bolt, your plan is to get him there and dump him outside. The room is spacious enough that you can go to the other side of the room and not hear Allen… get over the pollen… and there’s a route back to the kitchen on your side, you can grab some snacks for him. You’re not too sure how long it’ll take to get out of his system nor how much was in his system to begin with. The bolt probably won’t hold if he uses his arm but you’re hoping that he’ll be too occupied to try and break through the- 

Your train of thought ceases when you feel lips press over the pulse on your throat. You freeze, Allen’s arm sliding along your shoulder as your grip on his wrist loosens. Seizing the opportunity, Allen slides his arm down to wrap around your waist and tugs your front into his chest. 

“Allen…” You warn, palms placed on his front. Even through the thick material of his uniform, you can feel the firm muscles of his pecs. Your eyes flutter shut as Allen presses open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, both of his hands gripping onto your hips. A soft moan falls out of your lips as he squeezes the softness of your waist. You’re too weak and allow yourself to revel in this forbidden pleasure for a few seconds. However, the guilt begins to build in you and you force yourself backwards. Allen lets you withdraw to an extent, allowing some distance between your skin and his lips but he’s instinctively pulling you back into his embrace when you try to take a step back. You try your hardest to ignore the bulge pressing against your navel.  “Allen… we can’t,” you tell him, lips brushing against his. You’re unable to flick your eyes up to look at him, swallowing as you wait for him to pull away (taking your heart with him) and profusely apologise. He does neither. 

“Why not? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I’ve seen your glances when you think I’m not looking.” Your cheeks heat up at the revelation of your bad spying skills. “If you really don’t want this then I can leave and figure it out myself,” you force yourself to peek up at him, seeing his large eyes looking down at you with concern and less hidden lust. “I don’t want to force you but I’d definitely rather get through this with your body than my hand,” Allen tells you, grinding his pelvis into your tummy. 

You blink at him, looking down to see him subtly thrusting his crotch against your uniform. There’s a prominent bulge that his trousers are unable to fully hide. When you don’t say anything, Allen gently cups the side of your head and tilts your face up, his own lips descending down to join with yours. Unconsciously, your hands fist the material of his shirt to ground you; as much as you want this, lusted after the Englishman for so long, it’s not right even if he was in the right frame of mind. 

“Allen, we can’t do this. Not to LenaLee.” Allen pulls back completely, his confusion evident on his face. Your eyes dart across his features, noticing that he looks more coherent than a second ago.

“Why… not to … Lena?” Allen asks. Even though he keeps his distance, you can feel his thumbs brush along the hem of your jacket. 

“Because… She’s your… girlfriend?” You finish off lamely. Allen scoffs and leans back down. In between kisses he tells you, “Lena is dating Johnny.”  You pull away once more to confirm if he was telling the truth. There’s no guilt or sign of mistruth on his face.

“She is?! When? How?” You ask the news new to you. 

“I dunno, a year maybe?” Allen answers distractedly, more interested in pressing kisses along the side of your neck. His hands clutch at your sides and pulls you further into him so he can continue getting some friction on his dick. 

“And she never told me?! She told you but not me!” You exclaim, slightly angry at your supposed “friend”. Allen sighs and pulls away from your neck, calling your name. Your brown eyes flick up as you feel one of his hands cup the back of your head, tilting your face up. With slight annoyance, the male tugs you forward so your forehead bumps softly into his as he bends a little and stares intently into your eyes.

“Look, I would much prefer to fuck you than talk about LenaLee.” The male exorcist rolls his hips into you to emphasise his point. You freeze for a second as you come back from the shock of LenaLee having a boyfriend to the present context- your fellow single exorcist has just inhaled some sex pollen and wants to fuck. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you sheepishly apologise then kick yourself. Could you sound any more awkward? Allen doesn’t seem to mind, lips pulled into a soft smile as he gazes down at you. The soft moment is broken a second later as his hands grip the flesh of your waist and pulls you impossibly closer. You’re close enough to see how the black of his pupil expands until his irises are thin rings. The bit of coherence he displayed earlier seems to disappear as he manoeuvres your lower body to move in sync with his. As he finds pleasure in the grinding, he busies his lips by pressing them kisses along the side of your neck, nipping at the flesh every so often. Gasps and sighs leave your lips as you close your eyes and tilt your head back, giving in to the pleasure. Allen irregularly switches from open mouth kisses to sucking on your neck, laving his tongue over the to-be hickey to softly scraping his teeth over the area when you giggle at the ticklish feeling. 

You stagger back when Allen drops more of his body weight on you. The white-haired male follows you, lips not once detaching from your skin as he pins you to the workbench behind you. Every so often, one of his hands ventures up and cups the curve of your breast, fingers pinching your nipple through the thick material of your jacket. Before you can react or show your pleasure, his hands slide back down to grip your ass, giving it a squeeze before moving his hands elsewhere on your body. His hands never stay still, constantly running up and down your sides and gripping your flesh whilst his lower half continues to hump against your front, moans and grunts dropping from his lips every so often.

The way he teases and touches you has desire flooding your veins. You thread one tanned hand through his white hair and pull his face away from the edge of your collar and to your face. Allen takes the hint and presses his soft lips against yours, one large hand gliding up your spine to hold the back of your head. His mouth swallows up the hum of pleasure you let out when you feel him softly tilt your head to aid him in taking control of the kiss. The chaste kiss you share ends prematurely, the sex pollen cursing through his system urging him to take his pleasure. You feel Allen slip his left hand over your hip and use the grip he has to tug you into his muscular chest, moving your body how and where he wants it. The hand on the back of your head tips your face up to meet his as he dips down to continue kissing you, tongue slipping past your pliant lips. The open mouth kiss quickly becomes messy but it only serves to turn you more on. Between one of his hands cupping your head and the other grabbing your ass, you feel overpowered and pinned in the best possible way- nowhere to run and wherever you turn, Allen is there: his hands, his body, his lips. It is as if you have to take the pleasure he’s giving to you. 

Making out with Allen is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, being bombarded with sensations from almost everywhere on your body. All he’s done is kiss you and mark your neck and yet your pants are wet. The way his hands roam around your body, grabbing fistfuls of your flesh makes you feel wanted and desired. You barely have time to contemplate if it’s the sex pollen that’s making him act in such a way or something else. Before you can get too distracted though, Allen pulls back. You whine and chase his lips. You’re rewarded with a breathless chuckle from the taller male. His thumbs rub circles into your flank as he stares down at you, panting slightly. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Allen coos the praise so nonchalantly. You bite your lip and look away from him, hands clenching the material resting on his clavicle. “Can’t wait to fucking ruin you.” Your cheeks heat up at such vulgar statements coming from the so-called gentleman. Glancing up at him through thick eyelashes, you watch as conflict passes over the pale man’s face. Your frown and open your mouth to ask what was wrong but can’t even make a single word as he squeezes your waist. “Do you want this?” Allen pants out. 

Blinking a few times, you try to fight through the fog that’s beginning to settle over you. Even when he’s the one affected by the pollen, he’s checking in on you, wanting your consent. You nod eagerly. 

“No. Use your words. Tell me you want this,” Allen demands sharply. You keen and bunch his jacket in your fist, feeling slightly overwhelmed. 

“I… I want this. I want you.” The confession is quiet but it is enough to satisfy Allen. He encircles a foot around one of your ankles and slides it away from your other foot. A second later and one of his thighs wedges in between yours, Allen’s large hands guiding you to lower your core down onto the muscle. You moan out loud, head tipping back as Allen hunches over to continue pressing kisses as far down your neck as possible, hooking his pointer finger of his right hand under your high collar and pulling it down to litter more marks on the newly-bared skin. With his encouragement, you begin to grind down on his thigh, Allen flexing his leg randomly to see your eyes roll back into your skull as the pressure on your clit adds to the pleasure building in your core. Your hips buck and feel his noticeable bulge brush the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. A moan falls from your swollen lips at the thought of his dick filling you up. 

“Good, I’ve wanted this for a long time now,” Allen confides.

“Pluh-please, Allen, need you in me now,” you moan out. Allen groans against your decalage at your words. You yelp as Allen grabs your forearms and pulls you away from the workbench just enough so he can turn you around and push you down onto the wooden surface, pinning you there with his body. His arms cage you in, chest covering your back. It is as hot as it is comforting. His nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons at the top of your coat, grabbing the loosened material and wrestling it past your shoulders. His desperation prevents him from truly taking it off and so it remains snug around your biceps, restricting movement in your arms. Your black bandeau underneath your jacket is hastily pulled down so he has access to your breasts. Immediately, Allen is pinching the hardened buds and squeezing the fat of your breasts. You’ve succumbed to the floaty feeling a while back, no longer caring about the moans and whines that leave you. They echo off the stone walls back into your ears and make you squirm at how … slutty you sound. Throughout it all, Allen continues to hump your rear, your form perched over the table leaving your ass at the perfect height for him to grind against. You’re impressed at his stamina and self-control. That thought, and all others, leave your mind when you feel Allen slip his hand past the band of your underwear, fingertip gliding over your clit. 

Allen chuckles as you buck your hips into his hand, groaning at how your ass grinds against his aching dick at the action. Teasingly, Allen circles your nub a few times, quietly laughing into your ear as he watches you close your eyes and moan out. You're reaching your peak and your lips drop open to warn-tell-beg Allen but all that comes out is a strangled whine as Allen stops rubbing figures of eight on your clit and instead delves deeper, palm cupping your mound as his fingers slide through the slick clinging between your lower lips.

“Fuckin’ hell, princess, you’re this wet from some kisses and a few bites?” Allen asks, shallowly thrusting his fingers into your cunt. His laugh is airy, an indication that whilst he sounds so cool and level headed, he is still affected by you. Or the sex pollen. Before any doubts can creep in, Allen is praising you.

“Fuck, fuck fuck, so fucking hot underneath me, grinding on my fingers. You want them inside of you? Want me to fill you up?” You’re not sure if Allen is even aware of what he is saying but you nod desperately and arch your back, wiggling your butt to entice him. Allen grabs your bottoms and pulls them down just enough so your dripping wet hole is on display. You register the sound of his palm spanking your ass before the pain. You moan louder. Warm fingertips gently run along your tingling cheek and then onto your hips. They move with such purpose you’re fairly certain that Allen is tracing the marks from his hands gripping you earlier which are beginning to fade into your golden skin. 

The fingers trail back to your core, two sheathing themselves into your pussy. A contented sigh leaves you and it would embarrass you at how complete you feel with his fingers in you but the pleasure has left you one-track minded. Allen is considerate enough to begin thrusting his fingers in and out of your wet hole, fingers curling to brush against the spongy spot that has you digging your fingernails into the wooden bench. The fingers spread, scissoring open your gummy walls before a third finger is added. The stretch is blissful and a part of you wants Allen to keep fingering you forever. The thought is changed when you feel Allen grind his groin in the space where your ass joins your thigh. Even with the few brief feels of it, you know it will fill you up and stretch you out in the most exquisite way possible. You’re not fully sure you can wait any longer for it. The white-haired male seems to agree, mumbling, “you should be stretched out enough.”

A slurping sound, rather than the sound of a zipper, catches your attention. Curiosity influences you to turn and rest the left side of your face on the bench to see over your right shoulder. You get an up close view of Allen licking his fingers and sucking up your slick. Allen pauses when he notices you watching him, sending you a closed eyed smile. He sensually pulls his fingers out of his mouth, bending at his waist to whisper into your ear, “when this is all over, I’m going to feast on you for hours.”

The eagerly awaited sound of a zipper reaches your ears, hips wiggling in excitement. Allen slaps your other cheek once as a reprimand then twice more just to watch how your ass jiggled with the force. One hand pumps his length, breathy moans tumbling out of his kiss-plumped lips at the pleasurable feeling of his grip. The male exorcist holds the base of his dick with one hand and grabs your buttcheek to spread it so he can have a clear view as he slowly sinks his mushroom head into your vagina. You sigh at how his cock fills you up perfectly. He’s long and thick and it seems like an eternity passes before his hips are flush with yours.

“Fuck, feel so good, so tight around my cock. Trying.. Not - fuck - t-to move but you feel so good,” Allen pants out, hips jerking a little to chase the feeling of your snug walls pulsing around his shaft. The male does his best to stay still until you give him the okay but the sex pollen has him focusing on fucking. 

“Wan’ you to move, Allen,” you state, hips also moving in an attempt to entice him into pounding you. Allen needs no more confirmation, pulling back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you and then slamming back into you. You wail, bringing one forearm up to your mouth so you can bite into it and quieten yourself as Allen sets a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours with a bruising force. There’s something lewd in your state of dress. Your jacket hangs by elbows, trousers suspended mid-thigh from how far your legs are spread. Allen is only slightly more clothed than you, you can feel the harsh fabric of his trouser on the back of his legs. It is a feeling that just adds to the pleasure; the sex pollen forcing him to give in to such carnal desires without any logic or self-control to undress either of you fully. It makes you clench around his length, Allen swearing and jerking further into your cunt at how tight you feel.

Fingers thread through your hair and tug your head up closer to where Allen is, hunched over. 

“Don’t you- fuck- fucking dare to keep quiet. I w-want all those- fuck yeah- those moans echoing off the walls. Sh-show me how a good a slut you can be, gripping my dick so well with your pussy.” You’re so pleasure drunk that you can’t even respond to him with words, just bringing your hand back down on the table to stabilise yourself; Allen’s hard thrusts are forcing your lower body to knock into the bench in front of your hips. The pain adds to the pleasure that’s curling in your navel, your toes curling as you feel yourself drawing closer to your peak. Making sure your left hand can just about support your upper body, your right hand slithers down your stomach to play with your puffy clit. Allen had returned his hand to your hips, dragging you back onto his dick every time he thrust back into your wet hole, appearing to use you as a fuck toy to get to his release. 

You lean your head back onto his shoulder, slinging your left hand over his shoulder and trusting him to hole your weight. His rhythm doesn't even falter with the additional weight which has your cunt tightening in arousal. You furiously rub your clit, you’re not sure if you’ve also inhaled some sex pollen or if this animalistic fucking has reduced you down to pure pleasure without any finesse. It barely matters, not with Allen’s tip bullying your g-spot and causing your stomach to contract and tense from the pleasure. He fucks you like he doesn’t give a shit, refusing to let you wiggle away from the pleasure and stimulation, although the praise that drips from his mouth suggests otherwise. The cord in your belly snaps and you cum, liquid gushing from where you two connect and spraying onto the wooden bench.

The force of your orgasm has you slouching onto Allen, lower body no longer working. It takes a few seconds to realise that Allen hasn’t stopped fucking into you. You shriek from the overstimulation but he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, his right arm dips to hook around the back of your right knee hitching it up and propping it onto the slowly forming dark patch on the table top. His chest bends you over, left hand clenching hard on the bench’s surface. More shrieks fall from your mouth as Allen begins ploughing into you, his tip bumping into your cervix. You can feel his balls slap against your clit, a painfully pleasurable sensation that has you arching onto your tiptoes once again trying to run away from what your teammate was giving to you. Unfortunately, there is nowhere to go. 

Allen shoves two fingers of his left hand in between your bitten lips to silence you. He bends over you and continues jack-hammering into your hole, focusing only on his release. The feel of his penis stretching you open, hitting your deepest spot repeatedly has you quickly reaching the edge all over again. You can hear Allan huffing into your ear, the tips of his white hair wet with perspiration and dancing along the uncovered skin of your shoulder. Hearing how affected, how gone he is has your fingers carving along the table, wood scratchings catching under your nails. Your eyes roll back as you climax, brain full short circuiting. A few thrusts later and Allan cums too, hips slowing to a few deep thrusts instead to draw out his orgasm. 

You lay there, panting and legs twitching as you fight to control your breathing. You relax your hands, finally ending the tight-knuckled grip you had on the edge of the workbench and stretching the strain out of your digits.

“Fucking hell, Allen. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a while,” you admit. “Don’t think I’m gonna for a while either.” It is mostly a joke but before you can say anything else, or even turn to look at the man, Allen is grabbing your hips and snatching you backwards, driving his hard dick even further into you. The tip of his cock bullies your g-spot as Allen’s hips collide into the fat of your ass. Sweat, slick and a mixture of both your cum drips down your thighs, allowing the slapping sound of wet flesh to reverberate around the room. He begins thrusting again, each action seemingly pushing out the air in your lungs as he brings his chest to rest on your back, caging you in once more. 

“Oh darling, I’m not even close to being done with you just yet."

#tw.smut #d gray man #d gray man smut #reader insert #allen walker #allen walker smut #tw.creampie #d gray man reader insert #lia answers #tw.sex pollen #tw.dubcon #mixed reader

[quinloki]

Hii! So I wanted to send in another ask for the kink game with Corazon and Doflamingo, and I don’t really have an idea for a third character so maybe you could pick one you think would go interestingly with these kinks :)

oral fixation (I’m assuming that covers things like biting and finger sucking which were also on there but I feel like this is broader and leaves more room for interpretation)

period sex

Over-The-Knee Spanking

Some of these I’m not sure if they’re “kinks” necessarily but I used the generator thing you posted so I hope they still count!

Leaving me a Wild Card, eh? Well - you don't *need* to submit three and three for me to answer it, but I'll gladly accept the offered item.

I'm going to pick Eustass - not necessarily because I think he goes with Rosi and Doffy, but because I like the kinks for him. And I like him xD

Alright, let's do this by character \o/

Oh - one more thing before we go - Oral Fixation normally refers to being obsessed with or focused on ones own lips. Gnawing on lips, applying lip balm over and over, needing something to chew like gum or lollipops, or having unlit cigarettes, toothpicks, etc.

That's what it GENERALLY means, but I get what you mean from a kink standpoint, so I will adjust accordingly to it being focused on someone else's lips (and also maybe your own).

Doflamingo:

Oral Fixation - Yes - As much as Doffy fixates on anything about another person, he does have a tendency to focus on your mouth. Whether you're gagging on his finger or his cock, he enjoys the way your mouth twitches against him, the struggle of your tongue, the soft feel of your lips. He enjoys just dominating your mouth with his own, practically violating you with his tongue when he kisses you deeply until you're a panting, dizzy, sloppy mess.

I think he likes the mess too. Doffy likes to make a mess - there's so much decorum and order and bullshit with being a public figure that he likes to just get messy in bed. Which leads nicely into the next kink.

Period Sex - FUCK Yes - Not only is it a mess, it's a bloody mess. Doffy's a bit twisted and I can see him actually smearing the mess all over you while he's taking a break between railing you. Sometimes being on your period can make you more sensitive to pleasure, and sometimes it makes you more sensitive to pain - it doesn't matter as far as he's concerned. He'll get his pleasure at the least, and he'll enjoy turning you into a mess in the meantime.

Over-the-knee Spanking - FUCK Yes - Doflamingo loves to mark you - maybe not permanently (okay, a tattoo or two probably yes), but he does like marking, biting, etc. Spanking makes your ass nice and red, and sometimes bruised, and all those marks are his fault. It's not just the marking part he enjoys, but the pleasure of watching them fade before he reapplies them.

Rest assured though, when it comes to over the knee spanking specifically You are going to position yourself, if you know what's good for you, you'll only make him tell you once.

Rosinante:

Oral Fixation - FUCK Yes - A passionate lover with little time to spare compared to how much he'd like to lavish you with attention, Rosi does have a tendency to fixate on your lips. Usually with his own lips. Not nearly predisposed to making a mess as his brother, his treatment of you is far more tender and sensual.

He'll still slip his finger into your mouth, teasing your tongue as you lick and suck his finger. He'll praise your lips and how soft and cute they are, how warm your mouth is. Things can still get messy as the passions progress, he's not going to stop because of it, but he's not trying to mess you up.

Period Sex - Yes, but - Yes as in the mess, or risk of a mess, isn't going to stop him. The but's in there because if you aren't comfortable or if you're in pain, he's not going to push for it. But menstruation doesn't put him off, and he's certainly not repulsed by it.

He might need help sorting out the kind of products you need, or how he can best help you with any discomfort. It won't take him but a few cycles to really figure out how to pamper you - before during and after any sex you have during it.

OTK Spanking - Sure - He's not against it, but he's not going to be the one initiating it in the strictest sense. You can tell him that you like it, and you can spend some time letting him experiment and sort out the best technique, but he's going to be worried about hurting you the wrong way. Grace is hardly his middle name, but he is in control of his own strength enough that he's not leaving bruises unless you're begging him to swat you harder.

He's kind of a squishy cinnamon roll though, and unless you're orgasming from getting spanked (and lucky you if you can), there's not going to be much enthusiasm from him on it. (but no resistance against it either.)

Eustass Kid:

Oral Fixation - FUCK Yes - Kid likes this messy. He likes to leave his lipstick on your lips, smudged all around your mouth. Sex should be messy - there shouldn't be anything pretty about it. If it's good enough you're too focused on the sensations to be worried about how you look, and that's some of the best parts of it.

It doesn't mean it can't still be sensual, and how exactly sensual is defined depends on the people involved. But he loves your mouth, the sounds that come out of it, the moans, the swears, the screams, the garbled muffled noises when his fingers are down your throat or holding your tongue in place.

Period Sex - Oh god you don't even know - You look good in red.

OTK Spanking - FUCK Yes - Eustass is gonna smack that ass one way or another, but there's an anticipation to this version of it that he makes use of. He doesn't mind being a brat tamer, and he'll let you give him all the rope he needs to force you over his knee, but he does enjoy leaning back and watching you put yourself over his knee.

The only exception to this is when he has you all tied up and it's not really plausible for you to put yourself over his knee. Whether in your ropes because you were good or bad won't matter much. You can wiggle all you want, but you're not going to squirm off those thicc thighs. Whether you thought you could or couldn't orgasm from being spanked, Eustass will have that debate settled before he's done with you.

Kinky One Piece Head Canons

#kinky one piece head canon #eustass kid #donquixote rosinante #donquixote doflamingo #eustass x reader #x reader #doflamingo x reader #rosinante x reader #corazon x reader

[nubisaureus]

NSFW Alphabet

I love this trend so I decided to give it a go^^

character(s): Thoma, Ayato, Kaveh, Kaeya

pairings: fem!reader x Thoma, Ayato, Kaveh, Kaeya (separately)

enjoy! ✿

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Thoma

He's probably a switch, and even when he's domming, he's 100% a service dom.

A for aftercare: I think Thoma would be all over you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, pampering you and absolutely showering you with cuddles (A/N: oh to have a Thoma in my life *dramatic sigh*)

O for oral: he's very close to being 50/50, but he loves going down on you, watching you tremble and quiver as he explores you with his mouth

Q for quickies: he's fucking serious on his job, really. Almost nothing you do can distract him from his job, but there's some days when he's just too needy to wait. Ah, if the Kamisato Estate could talk..

S for stamina: two to three rounds is the max he can go uninterrupted

U for unfair: teasing wise, he's not that cruel. What he likes to do though, is to shower you with compliments and watch you squirm because you struggle to accept any of them. He'd end up his compliments attack with a kiss on your forehead and a hug, in which you'd hide your face in his chest, and he'd gently stroke your back to soothe you.

Ayato

He's a dom through and through. There might be times when he lets you have the upper hand, but those don't last very long, and you like it that way.

E for experience: oh boi oh boi. He knows exactly what he's doing, and you can rest assured you're going to lose your mind for him.

K for kinks: this man has a pet kink and a degradation mixed with a praise kink, I just know it. I think he also has a bit of an exhibitionism kink, but never really gets caught. He likes to have you all to himself, but the perspective of getting caught by his servants turns him on.

S for stamina: one round without interruption, two if he's really in the mood. He likes to take his sweet ass time with you, so those rounds are...rather long.

T for toys: assuming sex toys exist in the genshin universe, I think he'd have a few, just to tease you to hell and back.

U for unfair: depends on his mood really; he could be sweet one moment, and then tease you until you're too hot and bothered to utter any logical sentence. When he's in the mood he's basically unstoppable.

Kaveh

This man is a sub, through and through. I just know it.

D for dirty secret: he purposefully went down on you one time to get back at Alhaitham,

J for jack off: he doesn't masturbate often, but when he does, he's always thinking of you riding him.

P for pace: he likes to go at whatever rhythm you want, but on some rare occasions, he'd go extra slow, savoring how you feel around him.

S for stamina: with all the all-nighters he pulls, he doesn't really feel tired anymore, so he can go for three rounds.

V for volume: he's LOUD AS FUCK. Seriously. He's so loud you sometimes wonder if people outside the house can hear you guys. That's why you two usually stay at your place, since you live alone. If you had sex in the same house as Alhaitham he'd hear you even through his noise canceling headphones, geez.

Kaeya

More of a dom, but if you were to take the initiative, he'd enjoy the show with a smirk on his face, so he's not opposed to it.

C for cum: he loves the sight of you oozing with his cum. Whether it's from your mouth or your pussy, he just loves seeing how much he can fill you.

H for hair: he's very well groomed down there, and anywhere else for all that matters.

L for location: anywhere really, as long as it's somewhere away from prying eyes, you better believe he'll make it work.

R for risk: he's very open minded when it comes to trying new things, so he'll consider any proposal you have most of the time, unless it's something that makes him really uncomfortable.

Y for yearning: his sex drive is high, very high, although he keeps it at bait while at work (fortunately for you, otherwise you wouldn't be able to walk most of the time).

#genshin headcanons #genshin smut #genshin thoma #genshin fanfic #genshin thoughts #genshin kaveh #genshin kaeya #genshin impact #genshin thirsts #genshin things #genshin ayato #genshin imagines

[wri0thesley]

please Nat I need to know more about your thoughts on sadist Genshin men

dgjnbjfgkbnkf yeah. yeah . . . i leant a lot into yandere/non-con/dark content territory here so. warnings ahead for that! and the sadism/masochism/blood/bruises/medical warning too. this one is kinda gross. it's fine. i'm kind of gross

there is a difference, i think, between the characters who enjoy sadism as part of something else (zhongli, for instance, has a discipline kink; sadism falls in with that, but he's not all that interested in hurting you just because it gets him off. it's really the punishment and the power he holds in that scenario that pleases zhongli), and the characters who are into hurting you for no reason other than they think it's incredibly sexy when you're in pain.

well, like i said. i think albedo is very much a closet sadist. it really did start as an innocent interest; his pain receptors are a little different to most ordinary humans (he doesn't feel the cold, for instance), so the way that people react to pain is an understandable thing for him to want to pick apart and understand. he doesn't realise it's sexual at all until it's someone he's interested in - poor reader probably gets hurt by accident, and albedo tries to pretend that he is calm and his interest is purely professional, but the terrible part is that . . . the noise you made, the tears in your eyes, the sniffle of pain . . . he heard those and immediately found himself hard. and the thought of it won't leave him alone! he's the kind of man who exhausts his interest in things and moves on, but this particular interest isn't going anywhere. he thinks perhaps being able to do something about it might help - but oh, the gasps of hurt and the sounds when you cry and the words you choose when you beg him to stop change every time, they're never the same, and - alas! - it seems that his experiments need to continue.

childe is a sadomasochist, in a fashion. he's excited by the struggle; likes a little bit of power play when he's got his conquest and lover underneath him. likes them to scratch nails down his spine, and likes, too, to give back in kind - he just enjoys the fight. getting hurt is a good part of that; proof that you've got a spark in you! it gets his blood pumping. of course, if you do hurt him, he gives back tenfold - but that's just what you should have expected, right? he's simply more powerful than you. and he thinks it's utterly adorable to watch you accept that. overpowering you gets him going, and it's much more satisfying if there's truly something there to overpower.

kaeya, a little like zhongli, likes the power aspect. despite his position in the knights and the respect he has won, his past does still weigh on him; that fear of having nothing, of not belonging, of insecurity and instability. so what better way is there to make him feel like he does have control of you than making you hurt? he's nice to you when he does it, and that's what makes it worse; arrogantly teasing you in between spanks, with an 'oh, my, you're really enjoying this, aren't you? i didn't know i was that good with my hands!' kaeya's arrogant bastard persona is mostly bluster, but he also knows that it works; and with you, whimpering in pain, sniffling, willing to do anything so that he doesn't hurt you more . . . it really is a huge power rush that he's unwilling to let go of. he hurts you more, anyway; he can't help that you're just so pretty when you're in pain.

dottore could lie to himself in the same way as albedo tries to, that this is all research material - you know, how bodies react to pain (so that he can make his own perfect humans more resistant), that kind of thing . . . but dottore has been at this long enough and accepted his darker side well enough to simply know that he enjoys watching someone cry and sob and beg and bleed and bruise. there is a deep sexual thrill for him in both the noises of pain you make when you're aware of them, and the noises you make when you're drugged to the hilt. there is some research involved, but it's less to do with anything serious and more for his . . . personal enjoyment. the noises, the squirming (oh, especially when you're restrained on his operating table - that's one of his favourites. your attempts to run from the pain when all you can do is lie there and take it), the pleading, the way you'll do anything to get out of it. his sadism kink is tied into fearplay in a big way.

ayato has a bit of a discipline kink, too; training you into a perfect little loyal puppy who won't answer back, who'll just give when he wants it, who is utterly devoted to him - but unlike zhongli, he really really does like the whimpering and the sobbing. so much so that he picks fault even when you've done something perfectly; trips you up with brand new rules and customs, springs them on you when you're not expecting them, just so he can see that flash of fear in your eyes that you're about to get hurt. no matter how perfect you might be for ayato, he'll find some excuse and reason to dig his fingers harder into you, bite your thighs, hit you with expensive leather . . . you just sing so sweetly when he does.

#this really is gross im sorry #im not even gonna tag it fgbkjnkfgjn #not sfw text #dark content for ts #dub con for ts #non con for ts #sadism for ts #genshin impact posting

[ftmcutiepie]

when you say you kind of get gender euphoria from this, is that to say like the /mis/gendering actively implies its incorrect? or that its like being a feminine masculine person? i guess this is asking whether girl is a modifier or a noun for you

Pretty much yes.

I've seen it phrased this way before and it always resonated with me, so yeah, kinda the whole point of my misgendering kink is that it's /mis/gendering, and in that way it's kinda paradoxically validating if that makes sense.

I'm not 100% sure what you mean with the second question, but I'll just dump my thoughts on it / gender roles/expression I guess under the cut lol.

Sooo I think one of the main reasons why I have this kink is that I've always been more traditionally "feminine" than stereotypically "masculine", and that caused some insecurity/internalized transphobia for me.

Like, I felt like I didn't have the "right" to call myself a real man, that I must be non-binary because a real man wouldn't xyz.

I never like actually believed that anyone (else) needed to be a certain way to be a "real man", I know that's bullshit, I just struggled with that stuff relating to MYSELF, if that makes sense.

Over time, I overcame those "self-doubts" and realized I'm literally just a binary trans guy and only really comfortable with he/him pronouns - maybe he/they if another trans person uses those pronouns for me, but my mother tongue doesn't really have gender-neutral pronouns so it's not really relevant IRL.

BUT I'm still insecure about OTHER PEOPLE not seeing/accepting me as a "real man" because I'm trans and not stereotypically masculine.

So for me this kink is a way to

a) kinda explore my "femininity" in a sexy way to make in fun and kinda "reclaim" it in a way

b) deal with those anxieties, being called a fake boy and a girl, literally being told I'm not/will never be a "real man" in a safe environment where it's all fun and pretend and like I said, because I ask to be misgendered and people respond by calling me a girl, that means I'm actually a boy, yk?

But yeah like I do have traditionally "feminine" traits and I do enjoy wearing feminine clothes not just in a sexual way, that's why I like the term femboy (feminine boy) for myself.

Sorry maybe I am stupid but I'm not sure what you mean with the third question either😅

Like, a noun can be a modifier?😅

I guess in the term ftm girl "ftm" modifies "girl". I'm a girl that's ftm. Paradoxical, isn't it? That's why I'm not a (cis) girl.

I'm like those shitposts(?) that are like "I'm like if a boy was a girl". But not in a non-binary way. More in a gendernonconforming way. Like a femboy.

I do feel like trans men can - and I do - have a specific "relationship" to femininity that most other people, specifically cis ones don't have.

Like, I'm a guy, I came out because there was no way I could be happy living as a girl/woman. But, at least for me, "girlhood"/"womanhood" wasn't always some dysphoric nightmare, I did enjoy parts of it. That doesn't make me a woman, but at the same time, I shouldn't have to give up "femininity" just because I'm a guy. Still, many people do believe that there are right and wrong ways to be a certain gender, and trans people already are on thin fucking ice just for being trans. God forbid they don't adhere to gender roles and cissexist standards to a T😂

I guess, this is just me having fun with my gender (expression). Sometimes a boy can "be a girl" (= enjoying femininity I guess) without that having any impact on his actual gender identity (= actually being a girl).

#asks #answered #itshotokay