VIC.

come here, boy.

[higherthanvic]

TEMP·TA·TION | noun.

the desire to do something, especially something wrong or unwise. "he resisted the temptation of fucking her right then and there." ★

VICTORIA. 9teen. any prns. black writer. aizawa shouta, carlos oliveria, cole cassidy, and getou suguru's personal temptress.

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[ricvettel]

size kink ᅳ miguel o’hara

｡･* +18. 497 wc. afab!reader. dom!miguel. size k. belly bulge.

there’s no doubt that miguel is significantly bigger than most people, much bigger than you, significantly. when you two first met, he was really nervous about the size difference, constantly hesitating to touch you and always asking if you were ok with his rough touch, but as soon as you started dating he realized the size difference between you two was a huge turn on for you, and it was like a flip switched on his head.

since then, he does anything he can do to show off his size. one of his favorite things was man-handling you and fucking you in every position he could twist your body into. he loved watching the way you shook under him from the pressure of his thick and long cock inside of you. sometimes just feeling the touch of his hands on your tits was enough to make you cum.

miguel had you all in fours when he found out about this particular thing that made his size kink take over his entire mind. your face and chest were pressed into the mattress and your back was arched in the most delicious way while he thrusted into your from behind.

you were whining and whimpering into the pillow, gripping it so tightly he thought it was going to tear. miguel’s hand was planted on the pillow beside your head and the other held your hip so he could push into your pussy slowly and let you feel all of his girth.

he smiled to himself when you somehow made your back arch even more, pushing back into him. he pinched the meat of your hip and you knew he was smiling as he said “con calma, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

of course you didn’t care, so you wiggled slightly and pushed your hip back into his. matching his thrusts, he almost lost control, but leaned forward to bite your shoulder, “how ‘bout i play with that little clit, hm?” his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

all you could do was nod, your mind already foggy from the feeling of him in and around you. he leaned back up and slid his big hand around your waist to toy with your clit, but when he felt a little bump under his hand on top of your belly he stopped for a minute, then ran his hand over it again but this time he gave a shallow thrust.

in that moment he felt an intense fire cover his body as he placed both hands on your hips, with his head thrown back in pleasure, he cursed as he pulled your hips back to meet his thrusts, then leaned over to feel himself bulging out of your tummy again.

miguel thrusted faster and he smiled proudly as he listened to the desperate moans spilling from your mouth. “that feels good, yeah?” he used his fingertips to add a little pressure to the bump, then felt you clench around him.

your hand shot down to cover his and you could feel what he was pressing into even better.

“tan pequeña…” he mumbled to himself, “apenas puedes tomarme, muñequita…”

you whined in response, feeling the pressure build up inside of you faster than it has before. he could feel it too, he knew you were close and he’d be lying is he said he wasn’t dangerously on the edge in that moment.

“oh, mi amor, already?” he teased.

you moaned and nodded and his hips got faster until you were both moaning and cumming at the same time.

miguel barely let you come down from your high before he was flipping you over and pushing your ankles up to his shoulders, getting ready to fuck you senseless.

“quiero verte desde aquí, preciosa” he said before folding your body in half to press a kiss to your lips, then sliding back into your soaping cunt with ease.

translations:

“con calma”: take it easy.

“tan pequeña…, apenas puedes tomarme, muñequita”: so small… you can barely take me, little doll.

“oh, mi amor”: oh, my love.

“quiero verte desde aquí, preciosa”: i wanna see you from here, beautiful.

[higherthanvic]

someone put me down. someone hold me back. im going berserk.

[higherthanvic]

SILICONE | painter!getou drabble.

you just couldn't wait until he got home, huh?

AUTHOR'S WORDS – ima be so real wit yall. but i am high as a mf rn LMFAOAAOAOLA and i noticed we hit over 200+ notes on my headcanons...i love yall !!! in celebration of that, i present to you a drabble that i have came up with from the deep depths of my mind sooooo pls enjoy...and ima go back to seein the stars ! amen

"I was gone for only 30 minutes, love. You couldn't wait that long?"

The sight was jaw-dropping. There was you, your nude figure sprawled out on the plush crimson lounge chair located in the living room, fucking yourself senseless with a pink dildo you hoped you didn't have to use again ever since being with Getou. And then there was him, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, staring and calculating your every movement. You suddenly stopped and closed your thighs in embarrassment, a yelp escaping your lips as you pulled the dildo out.

"S-Suguru..! Baby..! I-I can expla-"

"Ah ah. No need." He sat his laptog bag down and unbuttoned the two first buttons on his dress shirt. "It was 30 minutes, baby. I said I'd take care of you when I got home."

You could bear to look at him in his eyes. You looked down at your lap as you spoke. "I-I just... couldn't he-"

You were interrupted by a snap of his fingers, your head popping up to face him, his face softening from a stern expression to a sly smile. "Better. Now, what was that, baby?"

The control he had over you was something dangerous. Your voice was shaky and erratic, nervous saliva forming as the seconds went by. Why were you so scared? "I..I was just...I couldn't help it.."

He walked around the chair to be stood right in front of you, causing you to crane your neck to face him. His calloused painter hands rested on your cheeks, the warmth they carried transferring onto your plump skin. "I'm not mad, y'know. I'm just wondering why you couldn't just wait, baby."

His touch carried a sense of kindness behind its devilish intentions. You melted into his touch, his cologne filling your nose.

He took your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger as he leaned in closer to your face. Grazing his soft lips against yours, he moved towards your ear, smirking against your earlobe.

"You know damn well I can fuck you better than silicone could ever achieve. Is the fact that I've left you shaking and breathless against every single surface of this apartment not enough proof that I keep my word?"

You shook with every word he softly whispered into your ear. How could he remain so composed while speaking on such a vulgar topic? He's told you several times how he's fucked you in every square inch of this apartment with only a smile and a gentle tone; why are you surprised anymore? He's bent you over and demolished your cunt over your bedroom windowsill with your head popping out for everyone to hear, for God's sake.

His hand snaked its way down towards your aching clit, rubbing circles with only his thumb. He slowly inserted two fingers into your soaking pussy, making you fall limp to his touch. He was skilled; he knew where your spot was, and oh did he locate it quickly. You whimpered, squirmed and gripped the headboard of the lounge chair in desperation, Getou's head still grazing against your ear as you arched.

"Can silicone make you sound like that?"

"Mm mn..."

He sarcastically seethed his teeth. "Ooh, sorry, baby, can't hear you."

You attempted to choke out an audible response. "N-no..."

"Interesting. Didn't think it did." He starts to curl and thrust his fingers simultaneously in your cunt, sending you into a spiral. You couldn't help but squirm and shake more, your moans and indistinguishable pleads filling the silent void of the living room.

[sintiva]

let’s really sit, and think about how much eren loves fucking us in missionary. just so he can see how beautiful you are. just so he can tease you and kiss your lips that end up sticky, after you’ve done drooled out your saliva bank. just thinking of how’d fuck us with his hands locked behind our knees. slow strokes that he really has to feel through his entire body. each time pistoning his hips, balls clapping against your ass, and cream trailing down your stomach. “you love creaming for daddy?

you clench and moan; your answer of validation. yes. you did love creaming for him

f-fuck.

next, he fucks with his hair down, cause he knows you’ll be looking at him. not like how you always do, but with so much love in your eyes, you get overwhelmed. he looks so perfect when he fucks you. eyes, dark, lips tucked in between his teeth. eyebrows clenched tight, droplets of sweat beading at his forehead, and dripping between his abs. the final touch? you tell him he’s so pretty and it makes him cum.

[higherthanvic]

PAINTER!GETOU HC'S.

first post! enjoy a few (n)sfw headcanons of a AU that has taken over me. minors, SHOO!

this was written with a black reader in mind btw !

SFW.

painter!getou is a worldwide known artist for his wonderful use of symbolism and meaning behind each piece he curates in the comfort of his studio apartment that he has the pleasure of sharing with his muse and symbolism expert; you.

muse!reader is the overall inspiration for each piece and reason why he loves what he does for a living. you make his painting career so eventful, and he can't find the words nor actions to thank you enough.

painter!getou takes your suggestions and thoughts when it comes to anything. when it comes to painting, you help him try to broaden and emphasize what message he wants to come across with your knowledge of symbolism. you both work as a team; getou with the artistry, the muse with the knowledge and explanation.

"wait, how about you add red to this? i get the message and everything, but the red would make it more obvious of what you're trying to say. red can mean passion, en-" quickly pours out red paint as she talks

every painting painter!getou curates has to have a certain part of the drawing involving you. if it isnt your actual full body on the piece, there's always something in the background that he puts in. when the piece finally gets published into art shows, its like a guessing game to find out which part of the piece is symbolizing you before you get getou to tell you (which you're mostly right at times).

painter!getou secretly loves when you draw on his canvases just so he can keep each drawing in the final piece, he just gets "mad" for no reason.

"wait, baby... aren't those the hearts I drew on the corner of the canvas?" "mhm, what about them?" "why'd you keep them?" "i...forgot."

painter!getou bought you your own plush lounge chair when it came to posing for him so you didn't get too uncomfortable to stay in the same position for too long.

after you suggested that he should try to light incense around the apartment to help set the mood for painting, painter!getou never paints without incense lit and warm lighting dimly lit in the living room.

"sweetheart, can you grab the open box of incense in the kitchen? i need to start this commission." "you know you don't have to light them everytime you paint-" "they make me feel relaxed."

painter!getou adores the way you get so excited and run to your lounge chair when he asks if he could use you for a piece idea. your smile lightens up the entire room, and he cant help but smile back.

you two have "dates" almost every weekend + Friday. whether you go out for a movie, dinner, make a pillow fort, or just spend quality time with each other, you always insist on calling it a date when painter!getou just says its just spending quality time.

"i call it a date because we're together and doing fun stuff together!" "so are painting nights not fun?" "that's different. that's for work."

NSFW.

since painter!getou works from home instead of in an office, you have to leave during the day to attend your corporate job even after getou insisted on helping you financially instead of you leaving his side every morning. during these few hours of your absence, he can't help but think of you. stroking his cock as he reminisces about your nude body sprawled out on the lounge chair you pose on, getting your pussy drilled into continuously as the finished canvas dried. there were also a few times he jerked off to his own pieces of your nude body, but never told you that.

painter!getou adores forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as he fucks you senseless. he wanted you to see what he saw in you for yourself.

painter!getou is POSSESIVE AS HELL!!! he understands that people might find the anonymous person on his pieces sexy because she's nude, but all he cares about is that you come home to him at the end of the day. you come home and gag on his cock delightfully before you both continue with your day.

painter!getou doesn't just like cumming inside of you. he adores the way his warm liquid drapes across your face or stomach. it makes him feel like he's making a masterpiece on a canvas all over again.

painter!getou's position that makes him the most weak in the knees ever since being with you: cowgirl. the way he can see your entire figure all out for display and bouncing so quickly on his cock sends him into a spiral.

[merakidoll]

street racer geto who after one of his bigger wins drove you to somewhere secluded and had you in the backseat. his thumb rubbed up and down your pussy teasing you with his words. “come on mami i’m not even doing nothing”, then would spit on you pussy shaking his head when your legs quivered in sensitivity, “just a needy ass slut, daddy barely touched you”. finally growing bored with teasing you he pulled himself out and entered your pussy slow, his hand held onto your legs pushing them to touch the door so he could get as deep as he could inside of you. bitting his lip he used his arm to wrap around your neck choking you like the nasty slut you are, “open your fuckin mouth so daddy could give his dumb bunny a prize” he leaned down his hips growing faster his spit dripping into your mouth which you gracefully accepted with an eager tongue