#thirst cw

[west-tokyo-incidents]

LETS TRY THIS A SECOND TIME.

Few douji had a happy ending, even fewer had a happy beginning.

Too many short sticks to draw.

And Paresse’s was stained with gunpowder.

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CWs; military themes and abuse, animal abuse and death, objectification(not in the fun way), LOTS OF HURT WITH LITTLE COMFORT

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Paresse was bought like any of the others, auctioned off to the highest bidder. 

The people in the large room laughed politely as another told a joke as funny as dead bodies. The bidding was done in rapid, quick fire. Each douji was auctioned off individually. Dunstan watched intently. The douji snapped their eyes to each bidder, judging their potential future masters, their futures, as they waited in their display containers.

Paresse was sat down, head lazily tilted to one side, as he listened to the others being pawned off for money. They'd always known this was their fate. There was little hatred for the on goings, except maybe for the wrathful one, who was being examined by someone in a fanciful, eccentric outfit. Someone from a music company, his scanners told him. A young man stood nearby, too, watching with eyes a bit too feral to just be excited from behind the eccentric one. Eyes that shone from behind dark shades above the scraggly beginnings of a beard.

He didn't pay attention to that for long. He would recognize the young man years later, when she would be dressed in a sharp fitting women's suit and that wrathful douji next to her.

At the moment, he didn't give a fuck.

At the moment, this whole damn thing was so… very… tiring…

His turn came… and ended only a few bids in.

A man in a uniform placed a bid no one would contest. With a glance, his systems identified the metals and identified him as a captain in Tokyo’s military. Little more than glorified bounty hunters. Guns for hire. And the Topside paid them handsomely. Any bid against the military would just be outbid again without a thought. So no one bid after him. He would easily be the cheapest of the lot.

He could feel the confused glances from the other douji. Why would the military pick him? The gaunt jester advertised as apathetic and lazy?

He was led away with little fanfare as the bidding came to an end.

"You will listen to commands, yes?"

"I will listen to my master."

"And I am your master?"

"You are my buyer. You are not my master."

"I see…"

He had no idea what was to come with this, really, but the passive aggressive remarks Dunstan made in their databanks about the military did not fill him with any sort of glee. He would find each one to be true. For a while, they ran tests with him. But, true to his word, he didn't listen or want to listen unless coerced or forced. He told them the process of someone becoming his master… and they told him they would bring him someone.

Paresse’s master was a new recruit. A young man from the no man’s land between the sides, with too many years in too young eyes. He was a nobody. A ghost. A second born son pawned off to the military the moment he was old enough.

His name was Michel Dubois, and he looked about as happy to be here as Paresse did.

Paresse felt nothing when his eyes met the human’s. When the arranged pledge was completed. Maybe he should have. The person he would come to be would wish there had been.

Paresse obeyed his master. And his master obeyed those above him. Paresse didn't resent their choice to control him by proxy, it was sensible. And anger was so fucking exhausting.

Almost as exhausting as what his life turned into. Every day for them was a drill, training, the smell of gunpowder smoke and singed flesh. With the occasional break for a meal or a nap that they deemed a “good night’s sleep.”

These spaces of time, late at night, would become a time of solace. Brief moments where they weren’t weapons. Where they weren’t an extension of someone else. Sometimes they spoke, or went to find entertainment. Acted like regular people. More often they would just collapse as soon as they were able.

For a while, Paresse would wake from this to the sound of his master vomiting. Shaking from stress. Unable to hold much down.

He would sit nearby and place a hand gently on his back. Rub circles into his shoulder and listen to the little sniffles.

Paresse didn’t insist or even suggest he seek help. Michel didn’t care, why should he? They were little more than tools, and tools for the frivolous rich at that. At the slightest sign of imperfection they were disposable.

That's what Michel taught him in those hours of the night. Spat out with bile and whatever crap they'd been served for food, half digested. No one cared about them. They shouldn't care about themselves, or risk being thrown out. Michel's words were as venomous as they came as he glared into nothing.

The vomiting slowly stopped, and Michel kept going, mumbling something about being stronger for overcoming it alone. Paresse didn’t bring up the fact that he’d helped Michel wipe off his face when he was done, nor the way Michel had leaned against him when the chills got to him.

Perhaps 'alone' described them well. Even as a pair, for all the people around them, they were isolated.

Partially because Michel was somewhat favored for his connection to Paresse, a douji. He had his own quarters and had drills of his own separate from others as the robot and human trained to be inseparable, to work as a unified machine. It alienated them from others.

It was also partially because Michel showed no interest in socializing. He did his drills, he ate his food, and then stayed in his quarters with his android or drank alone. He didn’t make small talk, he barely acknowledged the other soldiers’ existence at all unless they were giving him orders. Hell, it was more often that if something cracked during training, he'd go back to his quarters that night and Paresse would help him set a bone.

He didn't care.

So Paresse didn't care.

And this was before ever seeing real battle.

Their first assignment. A deserter, fleeing the training camp, took a bullet to the calf. It took a few more to take him down. No one told them that the man had enhancements. No one told them he had a weapon. It was a retrieval mission. That was all.

Paresse was too lax. The man was down and thrashing, six bullets–three from Paresse and three from Michel–had finally incapacitated him. His legs were useless. His arms were not. Still, they approached.. The flash of a knife struck before even a super robot could react. Michel screamed. There was blood. A lot of it. And Paresse reacted.

Michel lost his eye, and Paresse killed the man they were only supposed to capture. It was, by all around definitions, a failed mission. 

Michel was tended to. 

Paresse was disciplined.

Soaked to the bone, struts aching and wires still buzzing from electricity. They'd learned some things about douji, he realized, and especially how to hurt them. He limped back to their quarters, forced to do so while still wet and trembling. He collapsed in his usual corner of the room. He ignored Michel's questions. He just stared at the other side of the room for a long time.

Paresse knew the assignment was well above their “pay grade” as it were. He lifted his head to look at Michel. The anger in Michel’s eye that night, when Paresse questioned why they'd been given the mission, was severe. The way he winced because the glare made the stitches around his missing eye stretch. The way his struts and very soul ached and his soaked hair still stuck to the sides of his face from his ‘lesson.’ …the way Michel got up and retrieved a towel to help dry the android off.

He was never answered. He didn’t ask again. His voice box never really fully recovered, especially not when water got involved.

They offered Michel a cybernetic eye. Michel told them he’d had an extra eye anyways. He certainly acted like it. You’d never know he was missing one if it weren’t for the obvious eyepatch. Partially due to Paresse’s help, but mostly on his own merit. 

They got more assignments like that and rapidly stopped underestimating their targets. Paresse learned to fight down the strain in his systems whenever his master was gravely wounded.

Paresse changed from a new, bright and learning robot to a well oiled machine of death, ready to be aimed and fired.

Michel grew from a jaded, if somewhat rebellious young recruit… to a well oiled machine of death, ready to be aimed and fired.

“… I thought things would be different.”

Michel spoke little. When he did speak on his own accord, it was in the earliest hours of the morning, staring at his scars in the mirror as they prepared for the day ahead.

“I don’t know how, but I thought it wouldn’t be the same shit. I’m still not quite one side, not quite the other… those above treat us like tools. Those below hate us and call us dogs…”

Dogs.

Paresse frowned and gently touched a hand to Michel’s bare shoulder for a brief second. It lasted only that long, though. They had drills soon. He'd wanted to let it linger.

"...even if I ran, like all the ones we hunt… where even is there to go? No where."

Eventually, Michel would be swayed into enhancements when he became lieutenant. Paresse watched the way he stared at his new arm. Flexing the unscathed, unscarred false flesh that covered metal and lights. Replacing a marred and damaged arm that once had a very slight tremor. The way he stared was a mixture of the face he made before he threw up as a new recruit and the face he made when they got a new assignment.

Disgust and determination.

Paresse reached over and gently pressed his own faux skin against Michel’s new. A shudder, but a soft, lopsided smile, too. It was oddly… comforting. Many parts of him would end up replaced. But he never let them give him a new eye. He never told Paresse why, exactly. Even when Paresse gently helped him clean the eye socket after a shower and traced the scar with hesitant fingers. Asked, with the faint crackle of a skipping voice box, why he let it stay. Michel just waved it off, didn't need it. Didn't want it. Said it with that broken, lop-sided smile. Paresse couldn't help but give a small smile back.

Lots of new tech entered their lives as Michel became a lieutenant. Not just enhancements, but new weapons.

Paresse watched from a distance as something came in on a truck. A truck too pretty for the barracks. A new form of tech had been developed for the military. He watched them lead ten or so canine creatures from the truck. Lean, black and brown beasts with bright silver and blue scarring their bodies. Beasts enhanced and changed.

Michel watched, too, with interest Paresse hadn't ever seen.

Two were a gift. To them. The noble who had funded the development of them was the same noble who had 'funded’ an assignment for the two. They were the man’s sick idea of a gift. They were far from the best behaved. Runts, rebellious and misbehaved at every turn. But they wagged their tails and their tongues rolled out of their tongues when they were pet.

Training began again, but this time with Michel and Paresse giving the orders. They thrashed at their cages and barked and bayed into the night. Their enhancements weren’t well adjusted to their smaller size, causing a limp. They snapped at them at every turn. But it made Michel laugh whenever one of them would slip and still wag their tail when they got right back up. Paresse had never seen Michel laugh before those dogs. 

They trained them, despite their obvious disadvantages. They listened to the two men and only them. And they listened well. They still bayed when left behind. They whined and scratched at the gates to their kennels every night. But they were obedient and smart. They kept right up with the others. Michel even put in an official request to have their cybernetics refitted, to fix their limps.

… they wouldn't become Paresse's long-term partners, though.

No justice would come when the pups were found one morning with bullet holes in their heads. Eyes rolled back and mouths hung open in an undignified execution for the crime of barking. Michel screamed bloody murder for the culprit to give their blood for blood. The lieutenant stalked back and forth like a pacing lion in front of the line of soldiers under the his command. No one came forward.

Paresse had never seen him cry until after their deaths. He'd never wanted to cry himself. But his eyes stung. Even as he stood behind Michel and scanned the soldiers for any sign that one of them was guilty.

Michel was disciplined for his outburst.

Paresse was forced to sit, alone, in their quarters. He felt the echoes of every blow made. Knew they were making contact with his master where he couldn’t go. If he tried, there would only be more. He was unnaturally still. His eyes focused on a single point with an uncanny steadiness.

Michel was limping when he finally returned. He fell into Paresse’s arms and slept there.

He would sleep there every night following that, too, bringing the robot into his bed with him.

And with that, intimacy rapidly bloomed. Their nights were spent together. Not just existing in the same space, but together. Their nights were spent flesh to flesh, eventually more came with it. Paresse’s gentle touches became more confident, less afraid of rejection and glares. Adjusting each other's uniforms. Standing closer together. Rest time spent with one in the other's arms. One night, the soft motions before sleep became heavy petting. Paresse's touch wandered, and Michel encouraged it.

Paresse found himself on his knees, his master deep in his throat. A hand fisted in his hair as he bobbed up and down. Michel made the most beautiful sounds. Muffled and whispered, ever so quiet and desperate for more. Pent up didn't even begin to describe it, and Paresse was good at this. Paresse was mesmerized by the way Michel’s hips twitched and rolled into his mouth.

"Goddamn… you look so good like this… if you had a cunt I'd fuck you senseless."

This made Paresse pause.

"Don't stop…"

But he did. He even pulled his mouth off of him, "They never told you my full specs, did they?"

Michel stared, confused and desperately horny, before Paresse stripped down. It took the lieutenant a long moment to take in the robot's full self… including the hairy cunt sitting right between his legs. The pause stretched on for a moment before Michel finally spoke.

"You're a fucking angel straight out of the gates… that or a demon from the darkest pits, but I could not give a fuck which one if you paid me. Get back over here right the fuck now and let me make good on my words."

Paresse never felt a desire for sex before he finally felt his master stretch him open. Oh, but now? He didn't know how many times he got off that night, gagging himself into silence. They couldn’t be caught, but it didn’t need to be loud. The heat between them was enough. The things they felt made up for the things they couldn’t say. They’d long since learned to talk without making a sound. It only stood to reason that they could do the same while tangled in each other.

It became another part of their life, another facet of their sync with one another. Not always as passionate at that time and far from every single night. But every now and then, a quick fuck before bed. In the shower, before they had to report for an assignment that would steal their privacy from them for a few days. Sometimes when they came back from a particularly harrowing one, it lasted the entire night.

It's a shame that it happened so late in their partnership.

The threat of war suddenly hung over Tokyo. Drills became more intense. Anything short of perfection was punished. They were taught the known tactics of their potential enemy. Were shown maps of territories that weren’t Japanese. This war that was to come seemed more like an invasion to Paresse. Not that he said anything… dogs that bark too loudly get shot, after all.

They never would get to be deployed. Assignments within the city still had to be carried out.

Paresse never would remember the name of the man they were hunting, nor the man who had 'sponsored’ the assignment.

He would only remember the sound of a gun firing… of something within him severing, that pain like his own soul was being carved out of his body with a bloody, dull knife.

He would only remember his own crackling scream as his voice box strained.

The way Michel’s body crumpled.

Michel wasn’t the only man who died that day.

Many, many died.

Paresse stood under the open sky in the barracks. Staring at two kennels long since recycled for use for two upstanding dogs with perfect enhancements and silent mouths. All three soaking in the rain as it poured.

He was going to be disciplined. He’d killed other soldiers who’d tried to pry him off the lieutenant’s body. Hell, if he was lucky, he’d only be disciplined. He might just be decommissioned.

… could they even do that to a douji?

Water made his hair stick to the sides of his face and he suppressed a heave as it ripped forward an image of Michel with fresh stitches in his eye, glaring at him.

He reached for the latch on one of the kennels and unlocked it, letting the smaller of the two out. She trotted out and looked up at him. Waiting for a command. He unlatched the other kennel. The other one was just as obedient.

“Put them back.”

He didn’t move.

“I know you heard me, android. Put them back. They’re not yours.”

He turned and saw a face. He didn’t care who it was. He didn’t care about their rank.

He didn’t care.

He didn’t care.

He didn’t fucking care.

He had fucking nothing left in him to care.

His voice box crackled in the rain.

“Tue-le.”

#ress writes #cyberpunk au #thirst cw #read the warnings

[mobius-m-mobius]

#just let my man plan a full uninterrupted date PLEASE 🥺😭

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #he's trying so hard!! let him LIVE!!!!!!!! #the way mobius wants to not only experience everything the timelines have to offer but share it all with loki too... #thirsting for way more than that drink am i right 😔 #plus he deflects from his problems like a pro which is even sexier of him than usual tbh #but at least they finally went on that stroll :')))) #loki s2 spoilers #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs #flashing cw

[depravitycentral]

Thinking of the men who love watching you touch yourself.

It’s dirty, sinful, taboo, but nothing gets them harder faster than seeing your legs spread, your little fingers buried knuckle deep in that tight cunt of yours.

They’ll tell you to lay back on the bed, pillows under your head as strong hands each grasp an ankle, licking his lips as he slowly, oh so slowly, brings your legs apart. He wants your legs spread as wide as they can go, pussy fully on display for his prying, predatory eyes.

He’ll tell you to prep yourself for him, to stretch yourself out, to get yourself soaking wet, dripping for him. His voice is low and husky, deep enough to send shivers down your spine. He’ll tell you to touch yourself like you’re imagining it’s him, like you’re putting on a show, like you want him to come untouched simply from looking at you.

(Not like it’s hard – he’s come untouched from the mere thought of you before, after all.)

He wants to see you play with yourself – touch your tits, squeezing and fondling at the soft fat. He wants to see you bite your lip and keen as you roll a nipple between your fingers, pulling lightly and watching as your thighs twitch. He wants to watch you trail a finger down your stomach, down over the pudge and right around your cute little clit. But no – you can’t touch it yet. No no, not yet, not until he’s given you permission – see, you’re his good girl, and good girls follow orders.

No, for now you’ve gotta rub around it – big, big circles that leave you wanting more, the phantom pleasure making your toes curl.

Everything is more intense under his watchful, observant gaze – and he’s watching, eyes boring into you so hard feel you’re on fire. His own hand lies on his knee, fingers twitching occasionally, fighting the urge to pin you down and just fuck you, to get you creaming around his cock and squeezing him like he knows you can. But no, this is about you – and he knows how much you love to wait.

Touch your little clit baby, slow circles.

You do as your told, fingers reaching down to draw slow circles on your sensitive bud, the sensation making your hips jolt forward. Small moans slip past your lips, the sounds making his cock visibly bob, the vein running along the side pronounced.

It hurts, not touching himself. Not touching you.

Faster baby, like how I do it.

You obey, fingers rubbing quickly, the circles tighter, and suddenly he can’t take it – he’s breathing heavily, his entire face flushed, the sight of you pleasuring yourself making every muscle in his body twitch with desperation. Your eyes are closed, letting the feeling sink over you, knowing he’s sitting on the edge of his seat simply watching you, precum dripping down his length and even onto his aching balls.

Does it feel good baby? As good as I do it?

Of course it doesn’t, you tell him. No one can do it as well as he can. He groans at that, gravelly and heavy, his self restraint barely hanging on.

Fuck yourself with your fingers baby, fuck – wanna see you make a mess all for me. Wanna hear it, let me hear how wet I make you.

You gasp airily as you slip a finger inside, the other hand taking over rubbing your clit in fervent, desperate circles. You curl your finer, brushing against that spongy spot that has your toes curling and your eyes sinking to the back of your head.

He licks his lips, eyes the way your tits bounce with every movement, the wet squelching sound as you play with your pussy driving him mad.

Tell me what it feels like baby.

You babble on about how it’s so good but not enough, how you don’t feel full, how you want him, how you need his cock, please need it so bad, feel so empty…

His nails dig into his thighs as he stares, his cock bright red and so heavy it’s sagging.

F-fuck, you know the rules, gotta come before you get my cock. Even saying it out loud hurts him.

You whine, shaking your head and interrupting yourself with a choked moan, your hips bucking upwards. You’re close, he can tell – can almost smell it.

Come for me.

And you do – with a long, drawn out moan and a desperate twitching of your hips. It’s intense, knowing he’s scrutinizing every spasm of your body, the way your lips part into that pretty ‘o’, your eyes squeezing shut and your back arching, forcing your tits into the air. He bites back the urge to lunge forward and suck one pert nipple into his mouth, to taste it, to taste you.

You’re gasping and heaving, and when you peel your eyes open to look at him, his resolve suddenly snaps.

He’s on you before you can breath, pinning your wrists above your head and blindly humping at your sensitive cunt, the sensation making you hiss and twitch. He groans, lips pushing against your own, the taste of you making his mind cloudy. A hand clumsily reaches between your bodies, grasping onto himself and lining up, pushing into you in one big, much too fast thrust and fuck –

He’s gasping and letting his mouth gape open, the pleasure so, so good as he thrusts in and out, in and out, your velvety walls sucking him in and milking him for all he’s worth. You’re so fucking pretty, all sensitive and needy for him, and as he bends his head down to suck at a bouncing nipple, he finds himself thanking anything that’s listening that he switched out those birth control pills you insisted on taking with sugar.

And when you’re leaking his cum five minutes later, he can’t help but grin – you’ll be such a pretty mommy, and now you’ll never, ever want to leave him. Perfect.  

Koushi Sugawara, Hajime Iwaizumi, Shinsuke Kita, Kourai Hoshiumi, Tetsurou Kuroo, Kenjirou Shirabu

#yandere haikyuu #haikyuu smut #cw: babytrapping #_lee thirsts #_koushi sugawara #_hajime iwaizumi #_shinsuke kita #_kourai hoshiumi #_tetsurou kuroo #_kenjirou shirabu

[midnights-dragon]

AZIRAPHALE IS HOT AND SEXY

EVERYONE NEEDS TO BE SAYING IT LOUDER

YES CROWLEYS HOT AS FUCK BUT YALLLLLL MICHAEL SHEEN DID NOT PUT HIS WHOLE SHEENUSSY INTO AZIRAPHALE FOR ME TO ONLY SEE CROWLEY THIRST TRAPS AND NO EDITS OF AZIRAPHALE’S THIGHS TO HIPS DONT LIE

#i only ever see thirst traps of him when it’s crowley pretending to be him like ASJJFJRJSJ #GIVE ME AZIIIIIIII #he is sexy as fuck #i want his thighs so bad #sorry for hornyposting it will happen again #aziraphale #cw suggestive #good omens #aziraphale good omens #good omens aziraphale #michael sheen

[heartelysia]

busy thinking of...

toxic ex! gojo who only broke up with you because he needed to move on! at least he thought he did until you did move on without him, leaving him in the dust. he tries his best to forget about you! he really does, sinking his head into his palms the same way hes sinking his cock into the girl below him. but nothing feels good, nothing can make the aching emptiness in his chest go away, not if its not you.

god he didnt even notice how intoxicated he was with you until you left. you were everything he needed to fucking survive and you just up and left like your three year long relationship was nothing? toxic ex! gojo who will do anything for you back, buying a cup of overpriced coffee at your regular place just to bump heads with you every single day, buying you random flowers and leaving them in your break room of your workplace, texting you non stop even when you blocked most of his accounts.

toxic ex! gojo whos anger boils in the pit of his stomach when you rejected all of his advances, blaming you for all wrongdoings because this would've never happened if you loved him more! he would've mever broken up with you, he wouldnt have to go to the earths ledge for a tiny spark in your 'relationship', he would never have to end up with a fucking restraining order.

hes mad. hes mad that you moved on, hes angry that you left him without begging to stay together, hes furious that your life isn't in shambles. toxic ex! gojo needs you dependant on him, he cant just have you wandering off to another person so easily next time. so he does what any sane person does and stalks you from a distance until the restraining order expires, watching your life unfold in his hollow blue eyes.

dear lord knows how many things toxic ex! gojo has done to try and forget you but nothing seemed to work! from getting into multiple relationships, getting a brand new job in an area he has no experience in to travelling the world, yet everything he did seemed to remind him of your sweet smile.

as any other human being would do, as soon as the document hits its end, he shreds it up and makes his way to your home. you seemed too happy, forgetting about your ex entirely, getting random flings, meeting some new dude called toji, going on dates with said man. toxic ex! gojo couldnt allow that, you were his. you were his property even if you didnt know it and gojo didnt like sharing his property with others.

toxic ex! gojo who couldnt help but notice how many of your flings resembled him, personality or appearance wise, there was always something similar to your ex. that was until toji came into the picture, he was nothing like gojo and your ex felt his veins bulge in irritation. he was your first everything - from hand holding, kissing, picnic dates to sex - so you should still be with him!

he needed you back, he needed you to crawl back to him and plead for forgiveness but that never came. toxic ex! gojo who would break into your apartment when youre on dates with the new man, scoffing when he realizes you still left a spare copy of the keys behind the painting hanging above your door. god you were so easy. when hes inside your apartment, hes hit with the fattest wave of nostalgia.

he instantly heads into your shabby room that gojo stayed in whenever, inhaling the scent of your sweetness like it was an addictive drug. he swears theres a hint of his musk but it might just be someone elses considering its been two years. toxic ex! gojo didnt like that. he fucking hated that idea.

maybe thats how he ended up here, his voice whiny and airy as he desperately humps your pillow as he shoves his nose into the area where it covered your cunt. his poor cock was aching, his tip a burning red colour as the veins running down his thick cock throbbed each time he took a whiff of your panties. god he was so needy, after months of being unable to reach a satisfactory climax, just the feeling of rutting his hips into your pillow that you used daily made precum dribble out of his cock in buckets.

whilst youre happily on the date with toji, gojo is busy having seconds by staining any and all surface in his cum discreetly. he thinks hes never came this much just from masturbating, his balls wrung dry to the core just by the memory of your sweet cunt sloppily making a mess all over his balls and pelvis.

but when the front door of your apartment creaks open, gojo freezes, unable to hide the initial shock on his face. why were your sobs filling the silence?

part 2

#☆.elys ramble #tbh this is just filler content bc i already hit writers block. SOMEONE LEAVE REQUESTS OR JUST THIRSTS PLEASD #THIRSTS ANYONE??? #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #cw dark content #dark content #tw dark content #jjk thirsts #truth is i actually kinda fucking hate gojo like gege #“my glorious king will come back!” no tf he wont 😂🙏 #shoko clutch up tho... cmon u sexy gal #“b-b-but daddy mahoragra!!!” keep those waterworks coming cause we all know sukuna clapped gojo 😂😂😂😂😂😂 #gojos hot tho. just not sukuna hot #sukuna mogs 🤫🧏

[officialabortive]

Bull!Bakugou x dairy cow! Reader

I'd like to clarify that I do NOT support the dairy industry in any way. Fuck those dairy-farm-running motherfuckers

This is purely to sedate my lactation kink.

Bull!bakugou who refuses to let his favorite cow stay in the stuffy barn all dairy cows are kept in, not trusting the farmhands to properly take care of you. Instead dragging you to the separate shelter used to house the pasture's handful of bulls

Even though each bull is separated by a few wooden planks, (meant to prevent fights) he is still wary of the others, not wanting anyone else getting close to you. He just wants to protect you

Bull!Bakugou who cant get enough of your milk, his favorite meal.

Bull!Bakugou who spends long expenses of time draining your tits, never unlatching. Still continuing to suckle even after he's had his fill and then some

Bull!Bakugou who only groans at you whenever you tell him to be gentle, the harsh suction being too much to handle. But he never listens, not letting up on his rough eagerness to drink everything you have to offer

Bull!Bakugou who starts acting like a calf again once he tastes your milk for the first time. Snubbing his nose at the feed given by the farm, only wanting to feed from you. Besides, you can provide him with more nutrients than any hay ever could

Bull!Bakugou who soon realizes how much water you need to drink to accommodate with milk production. Now keeping a tub of water in his stall to keep you hydrated. It's like your own little water trough

With your new constant access to water has you drinking more than usual, thus bakugou finds out drinking more means more milk

Bull!Bakugou is now constantly having you drink large amounts throughout the day. Doing this to the point that you're so full of milk, there are constant streams of the sweet liquid running from your nipples and down your torso

Bull!Bakugou who can't fall asleep without a tit in his mouth. Relaxed by the feeling of a full stomach

Bull!Bakugou who knows milk contains antibodies, as to why it always helps sick calves

Bull!Bakugou who milks you by hand, collecting the nutrients in an empty jar when your I'll. Feeding it to you, saying it'll make you better and damn well believing it

The farmhands are always left confused when they hook you up to the milking machines, but end up without get as much milk out of you as they should

Meanwhile Bull!Bakugou is watching from a distance. A droplet of milk adorning the corner of his smirking lips

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#bull bakugou #bull!bakugou #cow/farm au #katsuki bakugou #Katsuki bakugo #bakugo Katsuki #bakugou Katsuki #bakugou #bakugo #bakugou drabble #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #lactation #tw lactation #tw: lactation #cw lactation #bakugou thirst #bakugou smut #kacchan #bnha #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader fluff #mha #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #Katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou Katsuki fluff

[starrierknight]

overstimulating choso so much that his strong, sturdy shoulders tremble while he writhes and ugly sobs into your neck. his pretty hands pawing at your hips as you keep ramming your strap inside him, coaxing out another orgasm as he soaks his flushed abs in more of his own cum. then wrenching his tear-streaked face back by his hair and licking those tears off his cheeks, just to do it all over again, again, and again <3

#꒰ ✑ ꒱ — they kiss consume #back on my bullshit #choso x reader #sub choso x reader #sub!choso #sub!choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #dom reader #dom!reader #cw dacryphilia #꒰ ✧ ꒱ — kamo chosp thirst

[draxua]

Yandere!Zenitsu is a freak, he's such a fucking loser.

He wants nothing more then for you to touch him. Do whatever you like with him just use him as a toy made only for your pleasure, please ruin him.

Hurt him, praise him, choke him, degrade him he'll let you do anything to him Claim him as yours, give him bruises and hickies all over his body. His body is your canvas, use your pretty nails to make scratches all over his body he wants to be covered in your art.

He's like an untamed dog, always wanting your attention, grinding himself on your thigh begging for you to touch him. He'll grind himself on your shoe any day. Panting like a dog with his tounge sticking out so happy his master granted him such a reward.

He comes so quickly on your shoe, coming undone before you, after just a few minutes of grinding against you.

Tears brim his eyes as he whines like a baby begging you for a sweet release. How pathetic.

Don't even get me started when you fuck him with your strap. He's so squirmish, he can never keep still always grabbing your thigh, even when you clearly told him he's not allowed to touch you. Slapping him, when he disobeys you making his pale cheek turn red, fucking him harder and more roughly then before whilst you pinch his nipples.

He whines so loudly when you play with his nipples, it always sends him over the edge making his mind get so foggy. He always cries when you slap him, his wet shiny lips pouting at the harsh contact. The pouting doesn't last for long when you're fucking him so sweetly.

His mouth opens so widely, drool sliding down the corner of his mouth as his eyes roll back blabbing absolute nonsense with whines and moans.

"U-uh huh huh ha ha hnnh h-ha"

And.

"Ffuck fuuuhck please please please please... oh fucckk.."

He's like a broken record, your name falling out of his mouth he can't concentrate on anything but the pleasure you're giving him. He's so so grateful a goddess like you would ever even look at an weirdo like him.

He wants to serve you at all times, he wants nothing more but to be a toy for you.Buy, him a nice collar with his name on it and he'll wear it with such pride. He'll be so happy you thought about him and spent money on such a gift for him.

Drag him around from his collar with your finger, he'll go absolutely insane. Put a leash on it and pull on it when you fuck him from behind, choke him, make him grab the collar desperately trying to cough the words up that it's too much. He loves it though, the lack of oxygen makes his head spin, panic rushing through his body making the pleasure intensify.

His shaking orgasm hits him like a wave. His cute plush thighs wobble so much he can't hold his body up anymore. His body goes limp, only the leash you're still tightly holding keeping up.

He whines so loudly when you continue to fuck him, let go of the leash and let his body fall on the bedsheets as you continue to harshly fuck him. Making his voice break and go higher with every thrust, till nothing comes out of that pretty mouth of his but sobs as you overestimulate him.

Yandere!Zenitsu will let you do anything to him, it's so fucking pathetic. What a loser.

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 <3

#✮⋆˙Willow writes #Zenitsu thirst #zenitsu smut #Dom reader #Kny dom reader #Anime dom reader #Dom reader x sub character #zenitsu kimetsu no yaiba #Kimetsu no yaiba #Kny #kny smut #Kny fanfic #yandere #yandere zenitsu #Yandere kny #sub yandere #Zenitsu #cw: yandere

[fushigurro]

guys who start absolutely begging for you to let them get you pregnant...........

#rambles. #i need to stop #y'all. it's been 3 hours and i've barely done any work #i mean there's hardly anything for me to do..... but still #out here getting paid to talk to my friends and post about cock 😎 #cw pregnancy #cw breeding #thirst tag.

[saetoshis]

thinkin….thinkin about tengen again

i have a MAJOR size kink and i’m 5’3…..i would literally be right under tengens tits LMFAO

just thinkin about missionary with tengen and he’s so pussy drunk that he wraps his beeg arms around you and presses you as close to him as possible as he thrusts his cock as deep as he can 🫣 gruntin and moaning right by your ear

the GRIP this man has on me I CAN’TTTTTT

MM M MM SIZE KINK + TENGEN IS MY WEAKNESS 😵‍💫

cw : fem reader, size kink, pet names [pretty girl, baby], some dumbification, praise, MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

tengen’s got you caged in between his forearms, heavy ruts of his hip practically rocking your body into the mattress as he lets out grunts and rasped breaths into your neck.

“fuck, ah- my favorite way to come home,” tengen sneers out the words between messy kisses on your skin as you’re clutching your hands on his back for any kind of stability. no matter how many times he’s slipped himself inside of you, it never gets old just how deep it goes. “feels too good- fuckin’ my pretty girl just like this…”

“y-yeah, love it too tennie,” you manage to hiccup the words out between gasped whimpers, the weight of his brawny frame pressed up against yours making his cock drive even deeper. “s- oh, so deep…”

“oh, yeah? feel me deep in there, baby?” he smirks brashly and you think he couldn’t possibly fuck you any harder than he is right now - but tengen is nothing if not full of surprises. “gonna make it feel even better, all for you…”

one quick shift and he’s sitting upright, hips pressed taut against yours as he pushes your knees up to your chest. the shudder you let out is half surprised, half pleasured as he grips your thighs and ruts into you deep enough for you to feel pressure in your stomach.

“hah- tennie, f- oh, god,” you’re murmuring out babbled words and incoherent curses, gripping the sheets beneath you as if they could somehow keep you stable. your hazy vision sees that familiar flash of a smirk, deep grunts and groans occasionally slipping out with each rocking thrust. “h-huge…”

“huge, huh? too much for you? you’re a big girl, c’mon… you can take it all,” tengen jeers out as his brawny hands smooth over your thighs and squeeze in a few places in time with his thrusts. “we’re just gettin’ started. don’t get all dumb on me now…”

2023 SAETOSHIS. DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE.

#AAAA it worked finally the glitch fucked it up so bad i was svared 🥲🥲 #guys sorry for the long post the read more was fucking shit up #do u hate me 🤕🤕🤕 LMFOAKAKA #sorry fr tho ik that shit is annoying #[‹ moshi : thirsts ›] #[‹ moshi's : nonnies ›] #[‹ moshi : moshi? ›] #tengen smut #tengen x reader #kny smut #kny x reader #uzui tengen smut #uzui tengen x reader #cw size kink #cw dumbification

[anantaru]

dom kazuha w a shy reader 💤

cw. rough, dom! kazuha, fem! reader

"you will speak to me upfront." kazuha purposefully selects each of his words with uttermost rigorousness and delicately lifts the last piece of silken garment off your shifting frame, "and i need you to voice any form of discomfort." — this beclouded stage did the most to you, but he was the cause of your current nebulous state, distinctly when you had unveiled the biting shivers spouting down the rills of your spine, viewable in the chilly and dimmed room.

your name easily slips from his twisted tongue— and his undeviating eyes? how could they possibly linger with an equivalent amount of fixed kindness and immovable desire above your shyness helplessly encasing your stripped body with your arms sealing around your chest.

kazuha's eyes were closely guarding down your every sore, unhidden muscle and exploring the unmasked reactions of nothing but his damned voice and his leaking tip slowly bottoming into you. It has to be unreal in some way— on how mouth watering well he felt in you, how warm and impossibly dominating that you couldn't stop yourself from squeezing around his shaft.

with his palms clasped around your knees, he was shoveling your legs further apart, pin pointing you into the mattress to the point you were squished without allowing you to breathe in an errorless manner.

damn this position and its graven side effects of turning you so sensitive, or soaking him all the way to his lower area with your messy cunt battered in his arousal, "my love." kazuha sings in a broken taunt and piercingly hits his hips so wild into you that it had the clapping connection of skin against skin hammer through the entire room, "i will not stop unless you tell me to." he finds the sound of you mewling out his name in wails and cries appealing— so, he does it again, harder, hard enough to have your tits bounce back and forth when your walls greedily try to keep him in, just a bit to keep yourself full and heavy of his girth.

the deep pounding of his cock reached those precise places, but you were gluttonous of his rough rubs and thrusts, most evidently, it had to be the sudden death of your rational thoughts now.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

#genshin smut #kazuha smut #genshin impact smut #kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader smut #genshin impact x reader #tw dom/sub #cw dom #cw sub reader #fem! reader #𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥 thirsts'

[demovamp]

vampire!reader with a sub who has a biting/pain kink... they're grinding against yn's leg when yn feeds on them. just a little more pressure and they cum all over themselves...

#— castiel thirsts #sub character #dom reader #vampire reader #cw biting #cw pain #cw masochism

[elfilibusterismo]

Happy birthday, Taeju-ssi.

박쥐 — THIRST 2009 | dir. Park Chan-wook

#horroredit #horrorgifs #worldcinemaedit #dailyworldcinema #kdramaedit #asiancentral #dailyasiandramas #moviegifs #cinemapix #userfilm #chewieblog #thirst 2009 #park chan wook #song kang ho #kim ok vin #*** #***gifset #my post #cw blood

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

just sitting here thinking about levi's fingers digging into the back of your thigh as he's fucking you in a mating press, holding your legs together so that your pussy squeezes on his cock more

#i'm not SANE RIGHT NOW #i need to be bred or i'll die #cw: breeding #thirsting for levi #levi x reader #n.sfw #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi ackerman #levi smut

[izvmimi]

your fave who won't let you out of their embrace, has yet to stop rubbing their body against you at every chance they can, kissing you, hugging you, making love to you, all because you came back from a trip smelling wrong to them and they won't rest until you smell like theirs again

#mimi thirsts #idk that much about abo tho #is this anything #LMAO #cw omegaverse

[kirbyskisses]

miguel murmurs “pobrecita” when you squirm on his lap as if he isn’t the cause of your pained whimpers.

you’re a poor little thing, gasping out little pleasured cries as he licks away the drops of blood on your neck. red drips from the deep cuts on the column of your throat; left from his fangs as a sign half of affection and half of possessiveness.

he moans and exhales deeply against you, cock hardened and veiny inside you, before kissing the abused skin. he runs his tongue along the train and hums at the salty and metallic taste.

tiny nicks of red and brown cover your form, his claws and fangs having dug equally striking marks into the fat of your thighs, ass and hips.

“it hurts doesn’t it?” he rocks you gently, which while a comfort from the pain only serves to make more pathetic sounds leave you as his cock squelches against your sweet spot. “taking the pain so well for me…que rica…”

#wrote this half asleep on the floor sorry it’s not great. #I hadn’t written him using his fangs yet so 😵‍💫 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x black reader #miguel o’hara #x plus size reader #x latina!reader #tw blood #cw blood #smut #kirby thirsts😫💦 #x latina reader #miguel o'hara