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Bao Han | š»š³ | she/her | adult | queer | international communication major |
This is my drawing and writing blog (mainly drawing)
I am new to Tumblr so idk how to make my blog aesthetic, so this blog is gonna be messy (ć»ć»;)
ā½ Fandom: DCST, AOT, KNY, Dungeon Meshi, Monster, The Arcana, Obey Me and more!
ā½ I'm currently hyperfixating on Senku! So this blog is devoted to him for now!
ā½ Content warning ā ļø
This blog has occasional NSFW content. And I am open to exploring darker themes so I would provide necessary tags when needed.
I'm a yumeshipper/OC Ć canon! My ship is SenChi (DCST) If this is not the content you prefer, please reconsider following this blog.
Ships: I am neutral to all ships of all fandoms ^^ I personally don't ship Senku with anyone, but don't worry! I don't hate, just wouldn't draw/reblog anything that ships Senku with another (ć»ć»;) (Except Senku Ć Bakugo as a crackship =))) jokingly)
ā½ My art: I am OPEN FOR REQUESTS ABOUT SENKU (ć£Ā“ā½ļ½)ć£ but it may take a while for me to draw :( don't worry, I read all of your requests and wouldn't miss any of them!
ā½ My writings: I don't really write fics. Just headcanons/drabbles when I feel bored. You can read some of them here!
Senku and his S/O (or you) headcanons
Domestic Senku Ć reader headcanons
ASMRist!Senku drabbles
Jealous! Senku Ć Reader ramblings
Senku and the Hub (NSFW)
Senku and chronically ill reader
CAS songs and Senku (Mild NSFW)
Fraud (Senku Ć GN!Reader)
Thank you for spending some time reading this! And thank you for the support I've received recently from y'all ā¤ļø ć½(āĀ“Īµļ½ā)ć
guess who graduated today!!!!!! (hint hint: itās me)i thought it was only right to grace you guys with a dry humping drabble in celebration š„³
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āWe shouldnāt be doing thisā¦ā
His voice comes out rough, raspy. Slightly breathless from the heated make-out session the two of you had just been tangled up in moments prior. His lips are still swollen from your kisses, chest rising and falling a little faster than usual.
āPlease, Senā¦ā your own voice rises into a needy whine, hands refusing to stay still as they wander over him againāgrabbing at his shirt, his arms, anything you can reach. āI need you so badly.ā
He looks down at you.
You can practically see the gears turning in his head.
He looks down at you, his gaze wavering as he mentally thinks of the risks of entertaining you here and now.
āWe really shouldnāt,ā he sighs again, though the pink tint creeping across his ears gives him away immediately.
You don't bother arguing.
Instead, you just stare up at him through your lashes, bottom lip jutting out into a pout so shamelessly manipulative that you're almost proud of yourself. A face you knew he couldnāt deny.
āChromeās just downstairs,ā he reminds you weakly.
āThat guy could sleep through a hurricane,ā you shoot back immediately. Your hands slide up his chest again as you shift closer, thighs brushing his.
āCāmonā¦ā you whine softly, breath warm against his lips. āItās been so long.ā The words come out embarrassingly needy. You don't even care; at this point, dignity is the least of your concerns.
You need him.
Your hips rock forward before you can stop yourself, seeking friction, seeking something. Anything.
āPlease.ā
That seems to be his breaking point.
Senku moves back slightly, staring at you with uncertain eyes. His lips part like he's about to say somethingāprobably another logical argument. Another reminder of why this is a bad idea.
You don't give him the chance.
Your hands come up to cup his face, fingers slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck before you pull him back toward you. The kiss is immediate. Hungry and desperate.
The second your lips meet, whatever argument he'd been trying to form dies before it can leave his mouth. His breath catches, and for the briefest moment he freezes before immediately kissing you back with equal desperation.
Your mouths move together in a way that feels almost frantic. Every soft press of his lips against yours only leaves you wantingānoāneeding more. You chase him whenever he pulls away for air, and he follows when you do the same.
It's ridiculousāpathetic, honestly.
Neither of you seem capable of staying away from each other for more than a few seconds.
The room fills with the quiet sounds of itāshaky breaths, muffled sighs, the faint sound of lips meeting again and again. Your fingers tighten their grip in his hair while his hands wander restlessly over your waist, your hips, your back, never staying in one place for long.
You can feel the hesitation slowly bleeding out of him with every passing second. Feel his resolve crumbling beneath your hands.
You tilt your head and deepen the kiss, and Senku makes a sound against your lips that sends a shiver racing down your spine. It's quietābarely audibleābut it's there.
His grip tightens immediately afterward, as though he's embarrassed you heard it. As though he can somehow take it back.
You only smile against him.
The realization makes him groan softly before pulling you even closer, and victory blooms warm in your chest. Your tongue slips into his mouth, keeping him occupied exactly as intended, and the kiss turns messy after that. All-consuming. The kind that leaves your lungs burning and your thoughts thoroughly scattered.
You barely register the fact that you're moving until the backs of Senku's knees hit the cot tucked into the corner of the room.
The impact makes him stumble.
The loud sounds of your kissing fill the room, mouths wet and hungry as you continue pushing him back. His hands tighten around your waist instinctively, trying to steady himself, but you don't give him the chance to recover.
You pull back from the kiss just long enough to look him in the eyes, palms splayed across his chest.
Then you shove.
Senku drops onto the bed without much hassle.
He's panting, eyes blown wide as he watches you climb on top of him. His hands immediately come to grip your hips the second you settle your weight atop him, fingers digging into your sides.
Your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips.
Then back up again.
Your need is obvious, and the only thing stopping you from ravaging him outright is his misplaced moral high ground.
The second your lips meet his again, whatever coherent thought he'd managed to hold onto evaporates. A small whimper slips into the kiss before he can stop it, and suddenly his grip on your hips isn't there to steady you anymoreāit's guiding you, pulling you closerāencouraging every drag of your body against his.
His bulge presses up against you, and the friction pulls a helpless sound from your throat. Not enough. It's nowhere near enough. Yet somehow it's already making your head spin.
The flush across his face deepens, spreading all the way to his neck. His eyes squeeze shut as his head falls back against the pillows, looking completely dazed beneath you. Barely able to form words.
You take advantage of it immediately.
Shoving your face into his neck, you lick and suck along the curve of his jaw. Your lips trail lower and lower, leaving a beautiful array of hickies in their wake.
A sign of your affection.
His breathing grows heavier with every passing second.
You roll your hips down against him again and his own immediately juts up to meet yours, stuttering beneath you. The motion lacks any real rhythm, more instinct than anything else.
It's too much and not enough all at once.
Every grind of your hips seems to make him lose a little more of whatever self-control he had left.
Which is exactly why, before things can get any further out of hand, he finally decides to take control back.
You barely have time to register the shift before you're the one staring up at him.
Ā One second you're on top of him, rolling your hips down against him and drinking down every little whimper that escapes into your mouth. The next, you're staring up at the ceiling, the cot creaking beneath your weight as Senku settles over you.
You blink up at him, breathless.
For a moment neither of you say anything.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he looks down at you, lips swollen, eyes dark and focused in a way that makes heat curl low in your stomach. He looks just as affected as you feel.
You licked your lips apprehensively and caught Senkuās eyes as you reached down and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts before slowly lowering them down your legs.Ā
āDamnā¦ā he whispered huskily.
By the time your shorts are discarded somewhere beside the bed, you're left lying there in nothing but your underwear, and Senku drinks in the sight of you unabashedly.
His eyes drag over every inch of exposed skin. For someone who'd spent the last several minutes insisting this was a bad idea, he certainly isn't looking away.
Then he's moving.
He crawls over you, knees settling between your thighs and nudging them farther apart. He drops down onto his elbows, lips meeting yours in a frenzied kiss, one which you reciprocated fully in turn, especially when he gradually began sinking his weight down upon you, his pelvis meeting yours, letting you feel his hardness through the thin fabric of your underwear.Ā
āMmph, Senkuā¦!ā you moan wantonly against his lips, opening your legs and wrapping them around him.
The sound seems to do something to him.
Senku lets out a groan deep into your mouth as his hips begin rocking back and forth. The friction between your bodies sends sparks of pleasure skittering through both of you, and whatever rhythm he starts with quickly falls apart. His movements become messy. Completely uncoordinated as he grinds himself against you.
The fabric separating the two of you was soaked by now, and Senku was clearly struggling to maintain control of his arousal.
You welcomed all of it.
You want him so badly you can barely think straight. Every coherent thought that enters your head immediately gets drowned out by another grind of his hips, another kiss, another groan caught between your mouths.
At this point, you couldn't care less about the repercussions.
The two of you just kept going.
Senku's pre-cum spilled from the tip, mixing with the slick you'd been producing and creating a sticky, wet mess between the two of you. Every movement only seemed to spread it further, making each grind of your bodies against one another feel even better than the last.
It felt so good, yet the greedy part of you still wanted more.
Every inch of him.
You found yourself wishing your panties would somehow be pushed aside, wishing he could finally feel you properly instead of through layers of damp fabric. The thought alone was enough to make you throb.
But alas, even you had some restraint.
So you settled for this.
The two of you kept grinding against one another, kisses growing sloppier and sloppier as the line between pleasure and desperation blurred. Every gasp was swallowed by the other's mouth. Every groan dissolved into another heated kiss.
It wasn't long before the tension finally snapped.
Your body trembled beneath him as pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and boneless against the cot. Senku wasn't far behind. A broken groan spilled from his lips as he buried his face against your neck, his hips stuttering through the last of it.
When it was over, your underwear was thoroughly drenchedāevidence of both your pleasure and his.
Senku's release spilled across your stomach, warm against your skin.
A small frown immediately tugged at your lips.
Even through your ragged breathing, you managed a huff.
"Such a waste..."
Senku lifted his head just enough to look at you. For a moment, he didn't say anything.
Then he shifted back onto his knees, fingers hooking wordlessly into the waistband of your panties.
"How about you let me make it up to you?"
an: love how my first course of action once getting home was to write smutā¦ you can take the girl out of the hyperfixation but you canāt take the hyperfixation out the girl
on another, sappier noteā iām very excited to be finished with this first chapter of my life š„¹ honestly didnāt think iād make it this far but here we are. and you know i had to double it!!! (got my diploma AND my AAS [more specifically ASN])
writing is a big comfort of mine so iām glad to say i dedicated a lot of my free time toward the craft. anyway i doubt yall are actually reading this but yeah!! im super hyped rn (ą¹ĖĢµį“ĖĢµ)
this is exhilarating, get excited!
(also may or may not be open to a face reveal ššš if anyone cares hehā¦)
Oh gosh, just the tip trope included in Byproducts omg, literally one of my ultimate kinks, how exciting! š« š« š« can't wait!! I absolutely loved the sneak peek and i am totally looking forward to the entirety of it, though please take your time and take care!!! Best of luck with school, spoiled!
- š°
just the tip, just the tip, just the tip, because rubbing his cock between the folds of his step-sis's pussy isn't enough anymore.
Just the tip, just the tip, just the tip, because according to Senku, it's not sex if it's just the tip. Not until the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him is just too much, and he's giving his step-sis a creampie.
Synopsis: You, with your limited knowledge in astronomy, gave Senku a book written about that exact topic for his birthday. Without the touch of science, the book was woven by stories and myths of the stars, which he brought with him into outer space.
This is a Senku centric fic. Reader is barely mentioned.
Beyond the glass window of the spaceship, the universe unfolds like a tale kept secret for thousands of years. The stars aren't scattered but layered into infinity, like the field of sunflowers he has treaded a thousand times with the sky above hugging the Earth. Some burned cold and distant, while others flared with passion, competing with the light in his eyes to be the brightest stars in the universe.
Nature has always been a step above humans, but tonight, it lets him win.
It cradles him like it did Icarus's wings. It pours the golden lights of the stars into his eyes. It charms his heart with beauty and fills it with the pride of a conquerer.
So he could spread his own wings and dive into the vastness of the universe.
There it is, the moon. He has gazed upon it for countless times, when he ran and dared it to chase him, when he launched his first rocket only to watch it bloom into fireworks, when he wandered through forests so ancient they seemed to swallow the Earth and when he folded in on himself, grieving someone he could not bring back.
The moon has always been there. Its light spills over rooftops, tracing the edges of trees, turning the mundane into extraordinary. But seeing it upclose, the moon feels like a god. Barren and cold like a haughty deity, yet watchful and benevolent to its pious people.
God? There is no such thingā
But, god. There is someone.
The book reads "Chronicles of Stars". Its coverāonce wholeāis now split along the edges, with the pages stained with time. It is not a beautiful book in the traditional sense. But there was something intimate in its flaws, especially when he's standing, or floating, in front of the moon, with the pages unfolded as he wishes you could be there to witness the sight with him.
The moon hangs on the other side of the glass, alone within the vastness of eternity. But the moon in the book is not. It is on its trip with a titaness as she drives her silver chariot across the heavens. The moon sits beside her, like a child to be amused, like a treasure to be honored. The chariot glides across the sky, carrying the titaness over mountains, seas, and cities, bathing all beneath in a calm, argent light. Her name is Selene, he learns.
And there's another deity with the bow in hand, its curve mirroring the crescent moon that seems to follow her wherever she goes. Her feet strikes the earth with her moon forever at her shoulder. Its pale light glows, threading through the trees, laying silver upon her path as though the sky itself marked her passage. Her name is Artemis, he learns.
Beyond the glass window, the moon is a satellite, on its own, orbiting the Earth.
Beyond the pages of the book, the moon is a treasure, a companion. It takes forms of goddesses to bless all the living on earth with its soft, benevolent light.
Insanely human for a rock.
The more he looks at the stark difference between the drawing and reality, the more he misses the Earth. Because only in the minds of humans, the moon has a soul. Only in the mind of you, the moon is cradled by goddesses, dragged across the sky in a chariot and laid on the shoulder of a hunter.
For a while, he just stares at the drawing.
What a fraud. Doesn't even look like the moon.
Can't blame you. You haven't seen it for yourself.
To š°, I lied! Enjoy this sneak peek while I finish up the fic in a few days!
Warning: Pseudocest/fauxcest/stepcest
To you, the clothing wasn't indecent; it was comfortable. Something you had always worn when it was just you and your mother. A thin-strapped tank, no bra, and shorts that cupped at your ass and hugged your skin. But now, your shorts were riding up and up, revealing the bottom of your round ass to Senku, who had waltzed into the kitchen for a snack while you were struggling to get the last fork from the back of the dishwasher.
Your hips swayed temptingly toward him, as if trying to hypnotize him into getting closer. You were making cute noisesāfrustrated little grunts that were going straight to his cock. Your shorts weren't the only thing riding up, but the white tank as well, exposing even more skin to someone who's never had his first kiss.
Senku walks quietly behind you, eyes narrowed down at your ass. His eyes settle right between your thighs, where the material appears to be uncomfortably digging into the folds of your pussy. It could be the lighting in the kitchen, the shadows between your thighs, but to Senku, it appeared to be a wet patch that your shorts are soaking up. He can make out every fold, every line, and even the indentation of your clit rubbing against the shorts. Your skin glistened, with beads of sweat running down your back and thighs.
Now Streaming: 4K | Previous Stream: Make It Squirt: | Current Stream: Cute Military Mobile Suit
Synopsis: Senku takes a gamble with his remaining $5.
Warning! Stream Includes: Camgirl reader, female masturbation, male masturbation, mentions of sex machine, squirting, improper use of lab equipment, dirty talk, JOI (Jerk-off-instructions), possibly more???
If anyone were to walk in on Senku in this mortifying state, he'd have no choice but to air out the room with sulfuric acid to leave no witnesses.
The state of his bedroom was pathetic, with his clothes scattered across the unkempt floor, with papers and textbooks stacked on top of each otherāan injury that will call out to his bony ankles in the morning when he forgets it's there. Cups of old, already-eaten ramen noodles line up against his desk and are piled into the uselessly small trash can, which is overflowing with wads of tissues. A stench lingers in the air, one that Senku knows shamelessly belongs to the crumpled tissues soaking in his cum.
But the possibility that the state of his room would be exposed isn't why Senku would be willing to use his knowledge of chemistry to create an explosion that would take out the surrounding area, including all evidence of this newfound degenerative hobby.
No. It's the state they'll find Senku in.
They'll find Senku like an elderly gambling addict, obsessed with slot machines. Except his pants will be down to his ankles, and his cock will be erect between his legs. He's pressed against the edge of his desk, eyes darting between his monitors, fingers twitching over his mouse, waiting for the right moment to give you the rest of his limited money. He's done the math; it would only cost him four nights without dinner. And that would be fine, especially since there was a chance of something greater tonight.
"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh god!" Your babbling voice quickly turns into a whiny, shrill. A plastic dildo pistons in and out of you as your hands clutch the ground below you.
Senku can hear how wet you are from the squelching of the dildo as it goes in and out of your pussy, with the rhythmic sounds of your wet skin slapping against it. He can hear it and can almost imagine the mess you're makingāslick wet pussy spread for the perverts of the internet.
Senku imagines it, though with a single glance to the monitor on his left, he'd be able to see how wet you really are. But he can't. Not when he's running the numbers in his mind with every chime of a kiss being blownāyour signature sound for token donations from your depraved fans.
Tonight was a different kind of stream, one he had to quickly clear out his afternoon for. Even canceling his plans with Chrome just so he'd be in time for your stream. The moment your stream started, you sat patiently in front of the camera, your drool-inducing tits calling for his eyes' attention.
You explained the rules for the stream and the prize that Senku so desperately wants to win. Your donation goal for the stream was the same, but the small bar at the top of the chat was gone. No indicator to show how much you've earned at any point during the stream. No indication to him or the rest of the perverts on when to donate their wallets to you to win the chance at a personal video chat with you.
"All you have to do is be the one to get us over our goal! Think you can handle that?"
It was simple, but how on earth would Senku know when to donate the measly $5 left in his bank account? His eyes haven't once moved from the chat box, opting to ignore your stream no matter how much he wants to rub one out to your body.
Despite the small bar gone, with no feasible idea where you were in terms of the set goal, the chat was still there. Each chime of a kiss sent a message in the chat about who donated and how much.
Gin47: I want it to go faster!!!!
+100 tokens
Gin47: Rub your clit pls!
+100 tokens
YOYO: WAP
+20 tokens
Ssaithon: You're so beautiful!
+1000 tokens
Since the start of the stream, he's ignored your lewd body, opting to listen to your moans and whines as music as he adds up every single donation that rapidly shoots in the chat. His eyes stay glued to the third monitor, where the chat is blown up, so he doesn't miss a single one, and awaits the optimal time to hand you his dinner.
Plap-kiss-plap-kiss-plap
He can hear the whirring of the machine fucking the toy inside of you, wet pussy taking a beating with every donation, designating the pace you'll be fucked.
"Keep going," you moan loudly, your whine telling Senku you're about to squirt for the third timeāanother marvelous sight he'll have to rewatch when you upload the recorded stream."Don't stop, keep fucking me good like that."
His cock twitches and throbs painfully when his ears perk up at the sound of your startled gasp. He can hear you choking on your own whines and cries, as the mic picks up the faintest sound of a stream. He can hear the liquid spilling onto the ground, trickling into the puddle that you had squirted earlier.
He wants nothing more than to stroke his cock, as you come undone. To match the rhythm of the machine with his hand, to pretend his cock was the one rearranging your insides. His cock twitches and aches more than it has ever before. It hurts, but he knows that the second his hand touches his cock, he'll lose his concentration, and the chance to have you to himself will be nothing more than a wet dream.
The anticipation is toe-curling. Numbers flashing across the screen as his mind and eyes work together to calculate it all, his finger hovering over the mouse while the other hand hovers in front of him in a nervous tic. His desk digs into his abdomen, eyes glued to the screen, tongue wetting his lip. Without even lifting a finger to touch his dick, beads of pre-cum spill from the tip. It oozes gracefully from the top and runs down the shaft. It was like deja vu to the night he discovered youācumming without the need to stimulate his cock.
He was close, but so were you. You were less than a thousand tokens from your goal. Less than a thousand for the biggest gamble he's ever going to take. Hours of his time and $5 for a personal stream, or hours of his time down the drain, plus the hours he'd be fisting his cock to the recorded stream in a fit of rage and jealousy.
All it takes is an overzealous Gin47 to increase his usual donation rate from 100 to 1000 tokens and take it all before he has even a chance to do the math in his mind. Worst of all would be seeing Ssaithon appear with their erratic yet generous donations, accompanied by a pitiful, pathetic, paragraph-long message confessing their love to you.
The donations inch closer and closer, and his finger presses gently against his mouse, but not enough to finally pull the slot machine's lever quite yet.
Gin47: I wanna lick you clean!!!
+100 tokens
M07: Such a dirty girl!
+50 tokens
The numbers quickly add up, and before Senku has a moment to think twice, if he's got it right, his finger triggers the mouse.
MechaS:
+5 tokens
Mwah
The chime of a kiss floods Senku's ears. He knows it's prerecorded, given the hundreds of times it's played in this stream alone, and yet he can't help but let an awkward smile creep onto his face.
The kiss felt like it was meant for him. As if you had him in mind when you recorded it. His mind conjures the image of glossy lipsāa sight that's familiar to him; the why isn't relevant, not when a glistening pussy is displayed on his screen.
Mwah
The breathy kiss shoots through the screen, to his heart, and straight down to his cock. His weeping dick, which he's neglected for hours, shoots his cum messily onto his lap. He's panting heavily, eyes darting to the monitor he's neglected. You're sitting there in a puddle of your own bodily fluids, thighs trembling, pussy dripping.
"Looks like we have a winner." Your voice, despite being tired and shaky, still sounds playful. You're leaning toward the camera, tits pressed once more closer to the screen, but your face is still conveniently hidden from the camera's angle.
He can hear you clicking at your mouse, and a suppressed laugh slips from your lips. A laugh his mind races to explain. Its familiarity is uncanny, causing an ache in his chest, and his lips tug into a familiar smile.
"Oh, my godā¦" you're in disbelief, failing to hold in your laughter, as you announce the winner.
Gin47: WHO!
Gin47: WHATTTT!!
M0Z: Hurry up and tell us.
Gin47: Please say it was me!!!
Ssaithon: FUck! You're so pretty. Like a goddess who blesses us with your body. Perfectionā¦
"ā¦with the grand total of 5 tokens donated," you can't hold back your giggles, snickering between every other word. "MechaSā¦"
Gin47: NOT FAIRRR
Gin47: I DONATED OVER 500 TOKENS!
Gin47: I MAXED OUT MY CARD!!!
YOYO: AYOOO!!! I donated more than that cheapskate!
M0Z: This shit was rigged.
Was it more embarrassing to donate over $500 in tokens or $5 to a cam girl? The answer to it seemed obviousāboth were embarrassing. But over $500 was the downright saddest. And yet Senku can still feel the humiliating flush of heat spread across his face.
"Keep an eye on your inbox for our private stream tomorrow!" You have your breasts squeezed in your palms, fingers pinching your own perky nipples to the camera. "I'm all yours."
"WAIT WHAT!" Of course, it's Chrome's annoyingly loud voice that's echoing across the lecture hall. In an instant, hundreds of heads turned, some in shock, others surprised or annoyedā which is what Senku was feeling as well.
"Quiet down!" Senku hisses, his eye twitching in irritation. His hand pulls Chrome by the collar of his shirt, pulling his friend back down to his seat.
"You're bailing on me again!" Chrome cries dramatically, lips quivering in a pout.
"Something came up andā"
"Like what?" Chrome interrupts, his mood doing a complete 360. His arms are crossed over his chest, eyes narrowing at Senku as if he can sense the deceitā¦ and possibly the musty odor clinging to his unwashed clothes. It was either musty or mildew from the lousy dorm washers, which was becoming his signature smell.
"Wellā¦" Senku stammers, unsure what lie to come up with. Chrome is in every one of Senku's classes. He knows there are no assignments due tonight, or any upcoming ones he could pretend to worry about. "ā¦I have plans."
Chrome stays silent, eyes blinking blankly at Senku as the words sink in.
"Plansā¦likeā¦with a girl?" Chrome asks, with a proud and smug smile creeping onto his lips.
"Who has plans with a girl?" You walk around the corner, taking your usual place beside Senku. Just as before, the sweet aroma of your vanilla perfume clears the foul odor radiating from Senku and Chrome at your presence.
Your timing couldn't be worse.
Senku isn't sure why his heart drops into his stomach at the thought of you thinking he's got plans with another girl. Maybe it's the chance you'll see through his lie, or how quickly it can backfire.
"Senku does!" Chrome pats Senku's shoulder, too rough for his liking. Clasping and shaking him excitedly while Senku stares into your eyes, and you can't help but give him a pitiful smile.
"That'sā¦good for you." Your voice sounds strained and unsure. Your usual confident demeanor crumbles as you pull out your notebook. You turn your shoulder to them, curl into yourself, and stare at your phone, waiting for the lecture to start.
The mood shifts. A silent tension settles between the three of you, and even the ever-so-oblivious Chrome picks up on it. His eyes shift nervously between your back and Senku's, almost as if silently signaling him to do something. What exactly? Senku isn't sure. He's an idiot when it comes to you.
It had been an antagonizing day, with Chrome hounding him for details about his so-called plans and with your sudden cold demeanor. He wasn't exactly sure what had caused your sudden drop in mood, or what he could say to you when your only responses were bored "yeahā¦s" and eye rolls, brushing him off. He'd tried everything to make you talk, from whispering the answers to the clicker questions to you, to trying to pry you open by talking annoyingly loud about your favorite animes with Chromeāhoping you'd interrupt their conversations, but nothing.
It was less than an hour away from his scheduled personal stream, and he'd almost forgotten about it, trying to cheer you up. Albeit, he's a bit grateful for that, because then he wouldn't have been sitting in lecture with a boner, staring down at the message from his favorite cam girl:
For later! See you then, MechaS <3
Senku is sitting beside you on the bus, on the way back to the dorms, and he's trying to find something to talk to you about when he glances down at your bag. It's a trinket that sticks out like a sore thumb, and he's even surprised it was still there.
"You still have that?" Senku asks, nudging your thigh with his.
"Still have what?" you mutter to him, finally looking up from your phone.
He leans down, picking up your bag and placing it between your lap and his. He holds the tiny trinket between his handsāa Gundam keychain. The white color sort of matches the rest of your fluffy, cutesy pink trinkets, except the one in his hand also has bright reds, blues, and yellow throughout its design. It's cute compared to the other options he could've bought you then, but compared to the pink skull panada beside it, it's horrendous.
"Why wouldn't I still have it?" you ask softly. Your hand takes the trinket from his hands, and for once, you're not frowning. "You gave it to meā¦and it's cute."
"Cute?" Senku laughs. He reaches for it, his fingers brushing yours as he notes its characteristics. "It's a military mobile suit."
"A cute military mobile suit," you laugh softly at him. It brings back that ache inside him and pulls him out of his train of thought. He's looking at the keychain in thought, trying to figure out why your laugh has him second-guessing. "Laugh again for me?"
"Why?" you ask, your smile infectious to him. You're looking up at him, eyes crinkling as you try to hide your laughter from him, at his request.
"Your laugh reminds me of something, but I don't know what," he tells you honestly, because the whole thing was starting to eat at his mind. Like lyrics to a song you forgot the name of, the name of a movie, the name of an actor, or the answer to a question on the exam when your mind only comes up with the page number where the answer can be found in the textbookāit makes him want to pull his hair out.
"Say something funny, and maybe I'll laugh."
You're leaning closer to him, and he can practically see himself reflected in your eyes. He catches a whiff of your sugary scent and your saccharine smile, and he's like a deer in headlights. His mouth dries, and despite all the years he's been your friend, he can't think of what to say to make you laugh. Put him on the spot, and suddenly he's forgotten how to speak.
Would telling you the truth make you laugh? If he told you that he paid a girl to spend time with him, would you laugh to the point of tears?
The bus brakes screech, and Senku can't think of any jokes to make you laugh. He sits there helplessly, watching as you gather up your stuff.
"Have fun with yourā¦uhmmm," your voice wavers, and your eyes break away from his. The smile he's tried so hard to make appear is replaced by a slight pout. "Plans?"
"Thanks."
There were only 5 minutes until he was face-to-face with you, and he was running around his room like a madman, scurrying around, picking up his clothes, and throwing out his trash, as if a girl were actually coming into his room, and not some camgirl he'll only see through the screen.
He's looking at the screen on his computer, which shows his camera feed as he stands by his bed, textbooks in hand, searching for the perfect spot to set them on his nightstand. He angles them messily, as if he isn't deliberately making sure you can see the titles: 'Modern Chemistry', 'Physics for Scientists and Engineers', 'Introduction to Calculus'.
If you caught a glimpse of the titles, would you think he's smart and has a life outside your streams? As long as you don't believe he's as bad as Gin47 and Ssaithon, that's what matters most.
With 2 minutes to spare, he's sitting at his desk, fingers fidgeting as if he were forgetting something.
Camera? Check.
Monitor? Check.
Nothing in the background that he wouldn't want you to see? Check.
He takes one last look through his camera, watching the feed, scanning the background for any tissues or ramen cups he's missed. He looks at himself in the camera, and it hits him like a wave. He didn't want you to see his face! His screen is already loading the stream, counting down from 5 seconds. In a hurry, he runs to his shelf and grabs the first mask he sees, one that covers more than just his lower face. He pulls it over his head and hurries back to his desk just in time.
"Hi Mechaāoh." Your bright, beautiful greeting drops, and your 'oh' is one of pure confusion. And Senku knows why. He watches as you inch closer to the camera, undoubtedly hoping to get a better glimpse of your screen. "Is thatā¦Gundam?"
"Yes." His voice sounds nothing like his own. It's robotic, static, and deeper than his real voice, and he cringes at the sound of it. "Y-You know what that is?"
"I only know the uhmmāmobile suit, I think that's what it's called." You laugh, but it's not mocking him. You laugh as if you're nervous about the whole stream, as he is. You lean back onto your knees, your face still hidden. Your hands fidget with your skirt, flattening the material while coyly toying with the lace at the edges. "I only know about it from a friend. Other than that, I'm completely hopeless."
"Sounds like someone I know," Senku jokes. You laugh again, and it eases him. The stiffness around his shoulder loosens. "I'veā¦ never done anything like this, so I'm not sure how to go about it."
"Me either. I guess I got used to being told what to do in the chat." You say as you begin to unbutton your cardigan. Your moment is slowāseductive, even. Do you even know how alluring you are just by taking off your cute cardigan? Do you know that even with your clothes on, you have him throbbing? "Say, did you really win by luck orā¦"
"Or what?" Senku teases.
"I don't know," you giggle. You pull off your cardigan, revealing the skin of your shoulders and arms, and that alone has Senku salivating. "Winning with only 5 token donations throughout the stream seems like more than an absurd amount of good luck."
"You really want to know?"
"I do." You know exactly what you're doing. Readjusting yourself, putting your hand between your thighs, your voice flirty, on the verge of a whine. "So tell me, please."
"I counted."
"Bullshit!" you gasp. "Did you even enjoy the stream?"
"No, not really," Senku answers honestly. He hasn't had time to rewatch it either.
"You think it was worth it?" you tease him. You pull your blouse over your head, exposing the pretty lacey bra that was cupping your breasts. Your arms reach behind your back, unclasping your bra, and your breasts bounce free from its captivity.
"Are you going to make it worth it?" Senku asks nonchalantly, as if he weren't palming his cock through his pants.
"I will, so just tell me what you want." Your hands clasp the band of your skirt, tugging it playfully down, your voice singing. "You know why?"
"Why?" Senku begs.
"I'm all yours."
Blue nitrile gloves, a white lab coat, and a graduated cylinderāit's a sight that makes Senku jolt forward in his seat. The white lab coat is just as it was before, just as he first remembered it. It's too big on you, basically swallowing you whole. The white material pools around your wrist, making the cylinder nearly nonexistent in your hands.
"Mhmmmm, just like that," you mewl. Your hips rock back and forth on the glass, pussy wet and dripping, smearing your slick across the glass. "Nice and slowww."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Senku whines. His hands move at your pace, moving upward slowly, squeezing the length of his cock and quickly descending back down with your hips. He repeats the motion, and with every stroke, his cock begins to glisten more. Makes it all the easier for him to stroke himself.
"Oh, don't speed up," you tease him. The lab coat covers most of your body, not that Senku minds. It's what pokes through the unbuttoned front that makes it all the more alluring and fun. Your breasts bounce with every sway of your hips. "Take it nice and slowā¦no need to rush."
"Sorry, sorry."
You push the front of your lab coat to the back, exposing more of your body to Senku. You grip the front of the cylinder with one hand while the other harshly gropes your breast. Your gloved fingers cup your breast, dragging it up, letting the flesh pool around your fingers before letting it fall back down.
"You see how I'm touching myself?" you ask, and Senku nods hastily. Your hand continues to keep that same rhythm, letting your tits rise and fall, all the while you moan softly for him. "Go ahead and squeeze your balls just like that."
"Of course," Senku gasps.
"Nice and hard."
"Mhmm." Senku moans. He can feel the pressure of it all in his ballsāthe tension of cum that desperately wants to spurt. With one hand still stroking the shaft of his dick, the other fondles his balls. He squeezes them just as you're instructing him to. Groping them from the bottom and squeezing them so hard that it leaves him shaking and crying.
"You want to cum don't you?" Minutes of rubbing yourself against the cylinder, you lift your hips up slightly, revealing the slick that runs along the edge.
"I want to cum on you."
"You do? Want to make a mess on me?" Your gloved fingers run along the sides, the slick sticking and dragging. "Well, how much do you have for me? 5 mL? 10 mL?"
"You don't know?" you coo at him. With both hands, you squeeze and stroke the cylinder, your arousal helping your gloves glide along smoothly. "Well, how about we find out together?"
You lean closer to the camera, parting your legs further, revealing your dripping pussy that's been obscured by the glassware. You rub your folds teasingly, lapping up your arousal on the tips of the gloves, hearing it slosh and plap as you circle on your clit.
As much as Senku wishes he could continue to stroke his cock to release his pent-up cum, he follows your lead. He teases the tip of his cock with his thumb, rubbing the opening that seeps a diluted white liquidāadding more pressure to match the teasing of your clit.
"Look at how wet I am for you." You part yourself open, spreading your two fingers into a V-shape, allowing Senku the privilege of your needy cunt. Your pretty folds were glistening, drooling from the entrance, waiting for something to fill them. "You do as I say, and we can cum together. You like the sound of that?"
"Tell me what to do," Senku begs eagerly, frantically nodding his head as he slows the rhythm of his hand.
"You know what this is called?" you ask him, testingly, even though you know he knows the answerāit was his idea, after all.
"Graduated cylinder."
"That's right," you praise him, and it goes straight to his cock. You tease the entrance of your pussy with the end of the cylinder, rubbing it up and down at your hole. "I know your cock is a lot biggerā¦and thicker, but imagine this was your cock. Will you do that for me?"
"I will."
"Goodā¦just match my rhythm, ok?" You don't give Senku time to prepare before you push the cylinder past your folds. You squeeze around the glassware, whimpering as you feel yourself stretching around it. "Fuck you're so big."
Senku squeezes the tip of his cock, slowly moving down the shaft as you push the glassware deeper and deeper inside of you.
If you were in the room with him, actually taking his cock, he would've already cummed the moment your hot cunt touched his pulsating tip. He'd pushed his cock inside of you, shooting ropes of white as he thrusts inside of you without regard for his bodyānot caring that his own dick is overstimulated and begging for rest.
"If you feel like you're going to cum, slow down for me." It was a hard ask of him. You're already moving painfully slowly, and he wonders if the stretch was too much for you. He can see your thighs trembling and your whines rising with every shove. Seeing you struggle makes it even harder to listen to you. "Mhmmm, I want your cock so bad. Gosh, I love nerdy cocks like yours."
In the comfort of his room, cleaned up for your virtual presence, Senku discovers parts of himself he never knew existed. Tissue after tissue, plea after plea, hour after hour, Senku stares at himself through the camera feed. He had managed to shoot cum up to the visor of his helmet. It drips down, obscuring the sight of your twitching body, squirting for him.
Trying to wipe the cum from his helmet, he spreads it further with his cum-dripping fingers. Like trying to fight off a fly trapped in a suit, Senku hurries to clean his mask, all the while spreading it even more.
The sight of an overzealous mecha trying to wipe cum off its face bursts you into laughter, and it stops Senku's heart. His breath hitches as his mind reels with the possibility of why your laugh is so familiar.
Senku doesn't believe in coincidences, only facts. And the fact was, he's heard it before; the laugh and the saying.
"Such a cute military mobile suit."
A/n: Sooooo...thoughts??? I wrote this on my deathbed as my immune system fights off the hentai-virus (I have a cold). Even in sickness, I will write smut.
I WANT TO THANK MY BELOVED @darling-pie FOR PROOF-READING AND LETTING ME LEACH OFF HER IDEA FOR THE USERNAME Ssaithon!
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Doujinishi Panel from a series titled: Sex with your Otaku friend is Mind-blowing!
nsfw, bathing, grouping, idkā¦ its pretty short sorryš a little someone already read this but i added more plot so š«” hope you guys still enjoy!
The two of you are just trying to relax after a long day, slipping away to one of the hot springs tucked deep into the forest where the rest of the villagers rarely wander this late at night.
Steam rises in slow curls around the water, drifting up into the cool night air. The soft, white noise of insects humming and leaves rustling fill your ears in a comforting way.
The spring is warm enough to make your muscles ache pleasantly, heat soaking deep into your skin after days of constant work and exhaustion.
Your head tips back against the smooth stone behind you with a quiet sigh, eyes half-lidded as the tension slowly leaves your body.
Senku sits behind you, legs spread on either side of yours beneath the water, one arm draped loosely across the rocky edge of the spring while the other lazily traces shapes against your skin beneath the surface.
Neither of you speak.
Itās rare moments like this that feel almost surreal in the stone world. Moments where the constant pressure to survive calm down long enough for the two of you to simply exist together.
Maybe thatās why it feels so intimate.
Why the warmth of his body behind yours heats you in ways the spring itself cannot.
Why your breath catches the second you feel his lips brush against the back of your neck.
The kiss is soft at firstāalmost absentminded.
But then another followsātesting.
And anotherāteasing.
Slow kisses littered along the damp skin of your neck while steam curls around the two of you in lazy waves. His mouth drags upward toward your jaw.
You can feel the solid warmth of his chest against your back now, the rough callouses of his hands a stark contrast against skin softened by the spring.
One of those hands slides upward beneath the waterāthen the other.
His big palms cup your breasts fully, thumbs brushing over your nipples before his fingers begin tugging and circling them; rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingertips while he breathes you in like he canāt get enough. His mouth stays latched to your neck, sucking deep, lingering hickies in its wake, each one blooming hot against your skin.
A shaky sound slips from your throat before you can stop it.
Both of your hands move instinctivelyāone flying up to cover your mouth, trying to muffle the obscene, broken noises slipping past your lips, while the other reaches to clasp over one of his.
It does little to stop him though.
If anything, it only seems to encourage him further.
His hands are hungryādesperate in the way they roam your chest, greedily squeezing and groping to his heartās content.
The roughness of his palms against your skin sends heat curling low in your stomach, your head tipping back against his shoulder as another shaky sound slips through your fingers.
However, youāre too caught up in the stimulation to realize one of his hands has stopped, it snaking up to capture the wrist of the hand covering your mouth.
His breath is hot against your skin, a shiver runs down your spine as he rasps in your ear,
āCāmonā¦ let me hear you.ā
Before you can react, his tongue drags slowly up the back of your neck before he blows on it softly.
The sudden coolness against damp skin pulls a helpless whimper from you instantly.
Senku chuckles quietly at your reaction.
Then his grip tightens just slightly around your wrist as he guides your hand downward, dragging it over your own body beneath the water.
Your palm presses against your stomach first.
Then lowerāyour waist, then over your hips.
Your breath hitches with every downward inch, anticipation bubbling hot in your stomach until finallyāhe presses your hand between your thighs.
Behind you, his nose nudges against your cheek, lips brushing just barely against your skin while his voice drops lower.
āI think you know what to do,ā he murmurs softly.
A pause.
Then, quieterā
āOrā¦ would you like a demonstration?ā
an: sorry it's kinda ass... on another note thoughā how do we feel about ATLA? specifically Toph....š I'm gonna write for her regardless but I like hearing others opinions
This might be a little incoherent, simply cuz I'm exhausted and my body aches from being at an amusement park all day, but I had this silly idea!
You know what every amusement park has, besides the rides and the ridiculously long lines! Carnival games!
Imagine Senku trying so hard to win you a bear from one of those games! Calculating the distance, the angle, and the weight of the ball before he throws it, only to absolutely miss it because he forgot to take one thing into account! His nonexistent athletic abilities, even for small things as trivial as throwing a ball! Maybe two things because of his horrid luck, which honestly is all you need for carnival games that are designed to be rigged.
Luckily, claw machines are much easier to win at; he just has to calculate the probability that the machines are designed for, along with the angle, grip of the claw, and other minor details. But what really matters is the large Doraemon plush he wins for you!
When is your fat bitch of a friend (charcuterie board) @chericos so she sees btw!!! Shes just annoying not coming off hiatus like girl exams are over like ur latteeee!! The people dont care if its a toph fic actually we want that!! anddd post
@chericos ... that name... it's been a century...
Who is that again š¤ the hiatus is so long that i forget this person š¤š¤š¤
The people are forgetting her! Time to get off the hiatus and give us something! Anything, Cher!
May i ask for my usualāSenkuāand my unsualāTsukasaāfor today's meal š¤¤?
Probably a few letters from the NSFW alphabet:
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partnerās)
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basicallyā¦ Iām a disgusting person)
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
THAT'S ALL HOPE THIS IS NOT TOO MUCH š«£
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Senku:
B: Hmmm, a little hard to explain, but just think about itā¦I like to think his favorite body part for his partner would be the hips! Whether he's coming from behind you and snaking his arms around, tired from the work he's done, or latching his hands onto you as you ride his cock! He loves the way he can dig his fingers into the skin, watching it pool around his fingers, and if he pushes a little harder, he can feel your hip bone. It's odd but comforting.
His favorite body part would be his head! (not that head, hehehe). He likes it when your fingers pass through his hair. Relishing the way they softly massage his scalp. It's soothing, but when you're squeezing around his cock, yanking on his hair, it hurts in a way that he wishes you'd do it again, and again.
C: This is going to go hand in hand with J, but I like to think when he cums it's messy. It's not thick, not pungent-smelling, but milky white. Get some on your tongue, and it's bitter and a little salty. But when he cums, he cums a lot. You'd think you were milking him from how much he shoots from his cock from a single load.
J: I like to think he masturbates idly, not because he's aroused or for pleasure. He masturbates out of boredom, a sort of fidget. He'd be at his desk, pumping his cock as he reads articles. He could probably buy a fidget, but it doesn't provide the same stimulation as rubbing one out. But he only masturbates for the stimulation; rarely ever does he finish. So he's actually pent up on cumming, from how often he edges himself.
T: I don't think he owns any toys for his own pleasure, but he definitely has his own inventions in a box kept under his bed for his partner. A vibrator that he can control for intensity and speed, dildos of various sizes (for you and him), a sex machine that thrusts your own dildos which he can also control the depth and pace! Take a peek into his blueprints, and you might find something about a shock collarā¦
Tsukasa:
B: His favorite body part on you would be your thighs! He loves them as his own personal pillows, where he can rest his head, burrowing his face into them and inhaling the scent of your skin while losing himself in your warmth.
Goes crazy when he's lapping at your cunt and feels you tightening around his head. Squeezing your thighs involuntarily as the pleasure of his tongue becomes too much for you. He wants you crushing him with your thighs, keep him trapped between them, push him further into your pussy.
C: THICK CUM! The smell is pungent in a good way! When he cums, you can smell him in the beads of cum that land on your face. The taste is bitter, but not much more! He keeps a good diet, so the taste isn't all that bad! He doesn't cum an excessive amount, but the thickness of it makes up for it!
J: He masturbates a decent and healthy amount! Before petrification, when he was still in the ring, after every match, he'd be in the locker room, releasing the last of the adrenaline running through his body. During petrification, he's got pent-up tension, stress, and anger that needs to be released somehow!
T: If he's your partner, you don't need any toys. He's enough to handle as is! If anything, when he's pussy drunk or high on the need to fuck your brains out, you become his toy for the night! Let yourself become limp in his arms; let him just use you as nothing more than something for him to store his cum.
What are your thoughts on giving some of the dcst charas head? You can pick the characters I don't have a preference
A/n: I did Senku and Ryusui! Hope you like it!
Warnings: Oral male-receiving, slight oral fem-receiving, cum swallowing, choking, and gagging on dick, praise-kink, slight smell-kink.
Senku: When it comes to sex, I think Senku is a low-maintenance type of guy. He prefers something that isn't draining and doesn't overly exhaust his body. That being said, receiving oral is his favorite.
Senku loves being able to sit back and watch you lap him up. He often sits back with his arms behind his head, and you nestle between his legs. He can't decide which is better. Closing his eyes and just allowing himself to submerge himself in the feeling of your wet lips sucking and slobbering on his cock, with your occasional teasing licks and kisses to the tip.
Or sitting back and watching with half-lidded eyes the way you work to please him. Watching the way you bob your head up and down the length of his cock with drool and slober running down your mouth and his cockāballs slicked with your spit. Lost in the way you stare at him, lips tugging with a mischievous smile before you take him to the back of your throat. Loves the way you bat your teary eyes at him.
When you give Senku head, he tries his best to stay quiet. Soft, pitiful moans, gasps, and fragmented thoughts spill from his lips. He bites down on his lips to be able to stay quiet, often piercing the skin, and the taste of iron floods his mouth.
He tries to stay silent, but his body speaks for him. His hips stagger, flinch, and jolt uncontrollably. He bucks his cock upwards, catching you by surprise. He tries to stay still by digging the heel of his foot into the mattress, but your mouth is too much. More often than not, he loses control of his hands. They snap toward your head before he realizes what he's doing, and he pushes you further down his cock before releasing his load down your throat.
He prefers cumming in your mouth. If he can help itāif he has the restraint to not cum down your throatāhe prefers to fist his cock over you, splattering his cum over your face. Like an animal marking what his, he marks you with his cum.
Ryusui: This man prefers to give oral rather than receive it. But if you're offeringā¦he's not going to deny you. Just be prepared for him to return the offer. And what's the easiest way to return the offer? 69!!!
He's got your legs spread in front of him, thighs crushing his face, but he doesn't mind. Not when he's got such a perfect view of your puffy, needy pussy. And you? You're face-to-face with his hard cock. Standing upright in all its glory. Long, girthy, veiny, and a happy trail that leads to the base of his cock where his heavy balls sit. He's trimmed neatly between his legs, but the smell of him is intoxicating.
All of your senses are overwhelmed by the meal in front of you. It takes two hands to hold his cock, your finger tips barely wrapping around his cock entirely. You inch closer to it, resting your face between his legs, mouth sucking on the shaft. You kiss it feverishly, the taste of it addicting. You're teasing him just by sucking and kissing him, not yet having taken him into your mouth completely. He snaps his hips, bumping his cock to your face, and with his finger prodding your slick entrance, he urgesābegs you to give him what he wants.
He gives you never-ending praise when you start to take him into your mouth. It's a struggle that deserves praise. He's so big and thick, your mouth aches from the stretch. You can't even fit him entirely in your mouth, having to use your hands to jerk whatever you can't take!
Ryusui doesn't shy away from being vocal. His moans are deep and breathy. Often cursing under his breath at how good you take him. As mentioned previously, he praises you up and down! Starts to greedily lap at your wet pussy, not wanting to be outdone by his favorite girl!
When it comes to cumming, he prefers finishing inside your mouth. Letting his cum burst onto your tongue, fill you from the inside. He wants you to swallow every bit he gives you. Scolds you when he sees even a speck spill from your lips!
Was lowkey wondering what you think Xeno, Stanley, and Senku's fav positions were and if you could make like a little scenario from it (ā ~ā ļæ£ā Ā³ā ļæ£ā )ā ~. IMO, I think Xeno would like missionary and riding, Stanley would like riding or doggy, and for Senkuuuu mmmmm not really sure. Thoughts?
Hmmm, fav sex positionsā¦
I had to do some research, and I tried my best writing the scenarios, but it felt like writing a report, ngl. There's only so many ways you can describe getting dicked down, sentences away from the last description without sounding repetitiveā¦
Anyways hope you likey! You might have to Google a few of theseā¦
Stanley loves the full nelson! Whether it's the traditional full nelson or standing, he absolutely loves the control it gives him. It's a position that allows him not only to be in control but also to dominate you! You have nowhere to run when you're trapped in his arms!
Stanley will have you locked in a full Nelson with his arms wrapped under your knees, forcing your thighs to your chest and your ankles right by your head. With your thighs spread apart, wet pussy exposed for all to see, his cock hammers into you. Thrusting his hips up and down, forcing the tip of his cock to kiss the entrance to your womb, teasing it with his seed.
With every feverish thrust, his balls clap against your ass, and with just a push of his hand, he tilts your head down so you can watch as your needy cunt swallows his cock eagerly.
He loves it when you become cock drunk in this position, and it's obvious when you become a toy in his arms. Your body slumps into his arms, your head rolls back, and you begin your mindless cooing as he teases you.
Another of Stanley's favorites is the Pinball Wizard. It's another position in which he can dominate and maintain his control over you, but it also gives him the advantage of seeing your lewd face.
His fingers dig into the sides of your thighs, teetering on the edges of your ass, as he maneuvers your body like a toy. He holds your lower body up with his strength alone, pulling your dripping cunt closer as his hips thrust his cock into you, staring into your eyes with a smug look, seeing you unravel by his hand. With your puffy clit staring back at him, he switches to holding you up with one arm, while the other rubs at your clit, teasing you cruelly when you squirt against his hand.
Honorable mention: Doggy Style and Reverse cowgirl. What man wouldn't want to see his partner bounce on their cock! Also, a perfect position for some spanking!
Xeno:
Xeno loves the classic Cowgirl, but not to be confused with reverse Cowgirl! He loves the vulnerability this position offers, as well as its duality of control! I think Xeno can be a bit of a switch! Some days, after another boring day at NASA, he just wants to lie and let his darlin just bounce on his cock, with little work needed from him. To have you in his arms, his mouth on your breasts, while you use him for your pleasure.
And other days, when work comes home with him, and he's absolutely riled with pent-up tension, he can take it out on you. He'll bounce you up and down on his cock, his fingers dig and claw at your ass while he ridicules and mocks you in your ear. Easy access to discipline you with his hands smacking against your ass, and even tease your tits with his teeth, tugging at your nipple.
Xeno loves to have duality in his positions, and the spooning position is a great example of that! He can crudely lock your face with his arm around your neck, pulling your arm behind your back, while he frantically thrusts into you from behind, or he can also gently kiss the crevice between your neck and shoulder while kneading your tits, while he lovingly thrusts from behind. Soft, loving, and nurturing, or mean, rough, and cruel, it doesn't matter because he'll end up cumming inside of your tight pussy either way.
Honorable Mention: Mating press with a version of Xeno that wants to baby trap you *Cough* Pathetic Old Man Xeno *cough*
Senku:
If you're having sex with Senku, you're likely in a Lotus position with him. It's an intimate position, with you sitting on his lap and your chest pressing against his. It's a messy position, with your limbs tangled together. Not to mention your forehead resting against Senku's as you gaze softly into his eyes. He loves seeing you lose all sense of reason as you become one with him.
Senku holds you in his arms, kissing you messily while you shake your hips against his cock. He holds onto your ass desperately, rocking you up and down, while he looks up at you in total adoration. It's intimate, but it also puts him in a position that exposes how weak he is around you. He holds you in his lap, putting you higher than him so he can admire you.
Another rather intimate position, Missionary! Sex with Senku is often soft and loving. Slow, deep thrusts that end with his cum spilling onto your stomach. But the few times it isn't, such as jealous sex or angry make-up sex, it's a rather easy position to communicate that. The tempo of his thrusts becomes fast, sloppy, and erratic. His hands that often hold yours are now trapped on either side of you, with a look that reveals his frustration. He can still feel your chest against his while spitting into your mouth or even choking you with his hand around your throat.
Honorable Mention: Elephant! An amazing position for lazy sex! But also for some rough sex!
Also, something that should be included for all three of them, but not really a positionā¦SHIBARI!!! I feel compelled to write shibari with Senku or Xenoā¦
what a cutiepie heād be as a sub, all his friends think heās either a mean top or just abstinent. but heās going brainless in my bed from how much im pegginā him awwwww awww cant even do science anymore awwww
Warning: Pegging, cock-drunk, orgasm, cum..
A/n: Search up 'Amazonian press sex position,' please and thank you!
From concepts to ideas, ideas to thoughts, and thoughts to words, Senku has always been able to express whatever comes to mind. He can express his ideas while weaving in and out around the lab's resin countertops, synthesizing complexes and refluxing solutions simultaneously, without a stutter. But now, legs shaky and numb in the air, held up by your grip, pressing his thighs to his chest, Senku can't even utter a word, let alone formulate a thought.
"Aughā¦ughhā¦hnghh," wordsāif they can ever be considered words by the Oxford English Dictionaryāslip from his trembling lips, past the drool pooling on the sheets beneath him.
His hands clutch feverishly at the cum-stained sheetsāsqueezing them between his fingers with every toe-curling thrust that presses the bulging veins of your toy against the gland of his tight walls. A feeble body weak as his, under your mercy as you continue to thrust your dildo inside of him, watching the skin under his stomach bulge from the size of your toy alone.
A greedy gaping hole that squeezes tightly around your dildo, eagerly accepting it as his hard cock twitches and shakes with every hard thrust. His cock, small in comparison to the one inside of him, spills beads of cum along his stomach, falling around the mound that forms underneath it.
You have him in a position where, if you could, you would physically impregnate him. Forcing the dildo in the depths of his ass, repeatedly pressing and stimulating his gland, causing his feet to shoot upright, shaking and trembling as he continues to mumble unintelligible words. Your ass hits the underside of his, skin smacking against his balls as you continue to leave him delirious.
His own cum shoots upward, spraying messily across his brainless face. No thoughts behind his eyes. No comprehensible words other than his own disoriented muttering. Only a cock inside of him would leave a degenerate version of himself.
A/n: Something short! 1st time writing pegging!
Sorry if it's a little redundant at the end, I was watching Better Call Saul, as I wrote this!
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