I need sub gachiakuta men so bad. Like fucking with them in alleyways with them whimpering whining... (zanka, tamsy, gris, etc)
Ty for the request, this is pretty short so maybe there will be a part 2 but idk!
Characters: tamsy, zanka, gris
GN!Reader
NSFW BELOW THE CUT 🔞
Tamsy
Cw: dry humping, restraint
"Why dont we try something hmm?" He whispers just loud enough for only you to hear. walking next to him, you look at him suspiciously "what?"
He still had his mask on but you knew he had a shit eating grin on that beautiful face of his. "Come." He lead you to a dark area between two buildings, but it was suprisingly clean. He turns around and grabs your wrist, pushing you to the ground in seconds. "Tamsy wha-" he puts your hand on his chest with a grin, arching his back when your fingers graze his hardening nipple.
Suddenly, you feel a tight pull around your shoulders as a thread wraps itself around your whole frame. Looking back up at him, his eyes glow a faint blue as he leans next to your ear, cupping the side of your face. "Hope you don't mind, but I've been so pent up today... so sit back and enjoy the view." he raises his hips up, pressing his hardness against you before letting out a whorish moan into your ear. You giggle in his ear before raising your hips as much as you can, matching his pace. You can tell he liked that by the way the string tightened around your still clothed form. "You're a whore, you know that, Tamsy." He lets out a strained laugh at that, tickling your nose with his long blonde hair. He speeds up his pace, you kiss his neck and suck harshly on his delicate kiss. Wanting to mess it up. He moans before sitting up, his hair now slightly frizzy and messy. It really was a sight to behold, your hips moving in synch with his as he rolls his head back, gripping your shirt. Suddenly, he huffs out a laugh and halts his movements. You feel a wet substance near your already wet crotch. You wince at the feeling of the strings tightening again, but it only makes it more exciting.
"Your so fun."
Zanka
Cw: handjob
today you've decided that on the way back from shopping for new parts for assistaff, you were gonna help him relax. You knew the guy was pent up, when was he not?
Walking alongside him, you suddenly grabbed his hand- and before he could react, he was yanked beside a dumpster in between two buildings. "What the hel-mm-!" You suddenly grabbed his face, giving him a gentle but passionate kiss. Smiling at his shocked expression, you push your thigh in between his legs. Letting out a surprised moan into your mouth, you pull away just enough to speak. "I can tell you're overwhelmed again, Why don't I help you relax a little?" You ran your thumb over his quivering lip before he dropped the bags in his hand and pressed his growing erection against you. He was never one with words. Action was more his thing. And seeing how much he was aching, you ran your hands from his jaw, down his chest, and finally landed on his waistband. You quickly pull Zankas pants down just enough to expose him. He looks away embarrassed, his hair now covering his eyes.
"Please...be quick, I'm worried someone will see us..."
Huffing a laugh, you put your hand on his cheek, moving his face up to kiss you again. Pushing your tongue into his mouth, you stroke him slowly, putting your whole palm on his already wet tip, going clockwise, until he grabs your shirt tighter and pushes up against you, feeling his chest vibrate. His earrings clinking as he shifted, moaning against your tongue, you knew he was trying to be quiet. Even after you felt a stickiness coat your hand, he was still groaning. As he pulls away from the kiss, sweaty and red-faced, his hair sticks to his forehead. "Hahh... you seriously could have done this before we left, you know..."
"Well, that's no fun, is it? Besides... you came so fast... like a good boy." You lean in to whisper. You see the hair on his neck stand up before he pushes you away with a scoff
Gris
cw: blowjob, man handling
Honestly you were just horny, watching him fight with his strong build, flexing and sweating... you couldn't help yourself, and his smile when he caught you staring during fights...
"hey Gris, can you come with me please?." He smiled, still huffing from the fight following you into a spot behind the nearest building. Once he leaned his back against the dusty wall you grab his collar and press your chest into his hard pecs. You felt him hesitate slightly, "whats this about now..." You weren't really listening to him and just slide your hand up his shirt and feel him push into your palm, arching his back. You bite your lip and pull down on his pants as you get on one knee, but he stops you, his face still beat red, "I...I'm-, i mean are you sure...?" Whimpering out, His rough hand found its way to the back of your neck as you completely engulf him in your mouth, his whole body stiffens as he let out a drawn out moan.
When did you have so much speed?
You still have your hand on his pelvis, swirling your tounge back and fourth on the underside of his shaft, watching his reactions like you always do. He stares back into your eyes, seeing him swallow hard holding in a deep whine, you trail your hand down to the base of his cock and squeeze. Almost in synce he tightens his grip on your hair but he doesn't buckle into your mouth, much to your dismay, you knew he was trying to be good. But that's not what you want from him. You pull off and press your lips to the underside of his tip,
"Gris, use me like the good boy you are."
He hesitates but finally adjusts his hold and presses his palm to the back of your head looking to make sure no one was coming then buckled fully into your mouth, suddenly releasing deep into your throat as you scrape your bottom teeth against him pulling away, feeling him shiver under your touch. "good man." You stand up and kiss him, feeling how hot his face still was with your fingers.
being roommates with a pervert is not for the weak . especially not for a clairvoyant ..
† pairing .. ( top ) perv! reader x ( bot ) shin asakura
no actual sex just the reader being insane in their head ... it all depicts shin as a bottom
the ramblings of a long gone phantom .
the only reason why i think i can beat shin in a fight is because im a pervert . one thought read and he runs the other away .
minors + antis dont look .
it was a fairly normal day. your roommate, shin asakura, had just gotten back—unfortunately for him, whilst greeting you in the kitchen he took a peek into your mind.
at first he was just curious… you’d always look like a bit of an airhead, maybe one day he should read that head of yours. it’s no big deal.
till he saw a vivid image of… him?! getting bent over and plowed on the kitchen counter by you of all people. the worst part? your face looks flat. you greet him like it’s nothing. you converse with him like a normal person and he’s stuttering and stumbling on his words…
you only tilt your head when you see him so flustered—thinking nothing of it. how wrong you were.
every once in a while he’d read your mind and—oh jesus fucking christ its like a porn magazine.
you’re sitting on your bed spacing out. he reads your mind and guess what he sees…? you railing him as if you were making sure he lost the ability to walk for a good week or so. sitting on the couch? you’re folding him like a lawnchair in your head. eating dinner? you’re thinking of eating him out under the table.
sometimes, he wants to ask what the fuck is wrong with you </3
His voice cracked as your hand worked him faster, slick sounds filling the quiet room. He was already trembling, chest rising in frantic bursts, but his sharp tongue hadn’t dulled.
“F–fuck, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop—” Scaramouche snapped, hips jerking into your fist like he could wring more out of you if he tried hard enough. “Harder. Tighter. I said more.”
You raised a brow, deliberately slowing your strokes, dragging the pace into something lazy, unbearable. His whine was instant, petulant.
“Y-you’re doing it on purpose,” he spat, voice breaking again when you squeezed too hard, forcing a gasp out of him. “Damn it, I told you—ah—!”
The shudder that wracked him nearly sent him curling in on himself, thighs quivering. You didn’t stop. Even when his climax hit and he tried to twist away, your grip didn’t falter, pumping him through it until his slick arousal dripped down your knuckles.
“Stop, stop—too much—!” His voice pitched high, yet he kept thrusting weakly into your hand, betraying his own pleas. His eyes were glassy, hair stuck to his damp forehead, mouth falling open around broken little sounds he would’ve sworn he was incapable of making.
“More, please,” he begged this time, barely above a whisper, desperation dripping from every syllable. “I can take it. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Warning: mirror sex, feminisation, teasing, crossdressing/skirt (character), calling him ‘girl’, reader works in an artistic field, handjob, virgin scara, dacryphilia, groping, little bit cum play, facial (but also not??), light degradation, nipple play, biting, marking, subspace
~ Word count: 4.9k~
Nini!rant: here reader asks scara to model for them, could be any kind of Modeling - fashion, photography, writing…
Kinktober list 2024/2025
“You promised to model for me!” A disappointed voice rang out of you, the tone over-dramatised to stress your faked emotional turmoil. The way you acted was undeniably childish, like a kid throwing a tantrum, but the thing on stake was more important than your pride right now. “I told you, fuck off! This isn’t what I agreed to!” He shouted in return, trying to storm off until he realised the door was locked. “The heck? Give me the key now if you don’t want me to break your door!”
Wait a damn minute. How did you get yourself into this messy situation again? Or rather, when did it start going downhill?
Perhaps since the moment you began stubbornly pursuing him, following him around everywhere like a stalker just to ask him to model for you? No, even now you were still convinced that he was the right one, you could feel it in your gut. Though if you knew how horrible his personality was, then you maybe wouldn’t have asked twice. For one instance, right on your first meeting, where you tried to introduce yourself, he just ignored you! Saying he didn’t talk with people who ‘can’t form intellectual thoughts’. Who the heck did he think he was?
Furthermore he began actively ignoring you, before getting up and leaving without giving you a chance to start a proper conversation. Rendering you speechless, unable to scout him, which is why you resulted to yelling. “Ack- wait, I’ve got a small favour to ask, I’ll pay you handsomely too!” Yet none of it was of interest to him, at least until you mentioned this, “I-I’m very well known in my field…! I saw you publishing a paper on the inner workings of Inazuma’s politics, if I actively promote it, I can help your paper reach more people!”
Finally, you got him to stop in his tracks, with his back still turned to you as he questioned, “you think I care about publicity for my thesis?” You gulped, that was supposed to be the ace up your sleeve. After all, every academic in sumeru would love a chance like that, to get a push from someone famous. “You don’t—?” “I want that paper to spread like wildfire, enough to cause some serious damage. Got it?” The indigo haired man interrupted you, suddenly facing you as he jabbed a finger against your chest.
You nodded immediately, there was no room left for negotiations. This is a sign that he agreed, correct? Has destiny finally decided to favour you? “Hmpf, so, what’s this favour you spoke of.” He was even willing to hear you out! Now you really think you got him in the bag, “I need you to model for me, you probably know what my line of work is.” Even if he didn’t care, he knew precisely because you were that influential. A modelling gig, huh, it might boost his reputation as well, but honestly speaking he wasn’t keen on being anything of that sort.
On the other hand, to have his disguised hate-speech against the archon of inazuma get the attention he thinks it deserves… quite the tempting offer. “Fine, when do I have to come?” Yes! Your efforts weren’t in vain. The time spend doing background checks and asking around at last paid off, and you quickly gave him all the necessary information he needed, like your address and name, telling him you’d be happy if he was free and could do some modeling right now.
Once you two reached your studio, you immediately got down to work, getting all the materials you needed and placing them accordingly, aiming to display the vision you had. Scara stood in the doorframe, observing everything with a condescending gaze as always. After you were satisfied with the arrangement, you waved him over, and he slowly stepped closer to you. “There's one last thing before we can get started, could you change into this outfit for me?” You inquired, a pile of clothes in your hands, and eyes sparkling with eagerness.
And what came afterwards... well, just listen to him. “If you think you can get me to wear such frivolous things, you might need a reality check.” By the looks of it, he didn’t like the clothes you prepared. Why though? They were so pretty, made out of the finest threads, smooth to the skin and- “how did you even get the idea of giving me something with so many laces and frills?!” -and too feminine for his taste? But a model’s supposed to showcase and help develop your ideas, not their own preferences.
“Please scara, I really need your help here. It’s just clothes!” You argued, to which he replied, “you are going to publish your works too, aren’t you? Well fuck you because I’m not going to get paraded around in such a humiliating way.” Seriously, why is he so against wearing some slightly more cutesy stuff? “Can’t you please cooperate, just this once? See, I’m begging you, I’ll owe you one after this, alright?” You tried to convince him, though the effect was…debatable at best.
The boy took another glance at the fabrics in your hands, the soft, bright colours mocking him, a sense of embarrassment bubbling in his chest as he shook his head. “No fucking way. Why did you have to choose me?” He crossed his arms over his chest, resembling a poor attempt at shielding himself. “That’s easy, I think you are the perfect fit for this.” Based on his reaction, it seemed he wasn’t happy with your answer, so you explained it a little, “my next theme has something to do with dolls, and, your appearance is exactly what I was looking for.”
Petite frame, pale skin resembling porcelain, silky and shiny hair with such a beautiful deep colour… not to mention his face card. He was kind of cute personality wise too, though he won’t catch you saying that out loud, he might actually hit you if you did. “Anyway, I haven’t found anyone else as suited as you, if I did I wouldn’t pursue you like this— I mean, because I know you are reluctant to participate.”
For some reason he was even more furious than before, so in fear of you losing your model, you reminded him of your deal, “ah, right, I’ve got some connections in inazuma, so I was going to sell my works there as well. I’ll just deliver your papers alongside my submissions, what do you think?” After hearing that, he furrowed his brows. Even if he hated to admit it- you truly were a big shot. If his stuff arrived next to yours, many fans will get a copy of his thesis simply out of loyalty or curiosity, heck it will most definitely get plastered all over the news too.
No matter how reluctant he was to debase himself like that, he couldn’t argue you were doing him a big favour. Besides, it’d spread his name around faster when having a celebrity backing him, as mentioned before, which might be of advantage in the future. The more he thought about it, and weighed the two options out, the more he began to give in to your persuasions. In addition it will be nothing but an one-time thing, he’s got nothing to lose. “Urgh… fine, you sure know how to defend your case.”
With that being said, he snatched the clothes out of your grasp, and stomped towards a door leading to a separate room. You blinked, amazed that you actually got him to change his mind, and getting kind of excited now that you were waiting for him to change. How will he look like in the outfit you provided him with? You put in much care preparing those, choosing every decoration and matching the colours. Hopefully he won’t shred them into pieces, you crossed your fingers and prayed for the best outcome.
A while later, the boy emerged from behind the wall, locking eyes with you instantly. At this point you got used to that gaze, with those fierce pupils filled with flames of rage and murderous intent. He groaned agitated, asking, “are you happy now?” For a split second there, you were preparing yourself mentally in case he got physical, luckily it didn’t come that far. After the initial shock, you finally got some break to actually see for yourself how the fabrics looked on him and, archons, he looked adorable.
A loose fitting, floaty top paired with a mid-thigh long skirt adorned his body. The way it clung or settled around his curves was even better than what you imagined, and for some reason his glare didn’t appear as threatening anymore…? “Quit staring so much, perv.” Scaramouch growled, clenching his teeth, he felt ridiculous wearing this. There’s no way he’d look anything close to appropriate or good when draped in such things, consider yourself lucky that he didn’t tear anything apart.
“Was I staring? Sorry, I’m just amazed at how perfect it fits you.” No need for the flattery, he knew he looked off or funny. A faint blush crept up his cheeks anyway, due to the embarrassment or praise? He wasn’t sure himself. “Yea yea, whatever. Just get started already. Don’t I need to strike a pose or something?” The male wondered, and you nodded, “that’s right. Could you…” you hummed to yourself, pondering where to start, “…come over here?”
You pointed to a spot on the ground, and he came over moments later, followed by you grabbing him by his waist. “Please excuse my rudeness, just- adjusting some stuff, the finishing touches you know.” Was all you said, before immersing yourself in your work. Moving him back and forth a little, searching for the perfect angle and accidentally squeezing his hips occasionally. Smoothing out some folds in the clothing, playing around with his hair…
He was so close to complaining again, until he noticed there was a mirror right in front of him, through which he could observe your every motion. That’s when he saw himself in that outfit from the third person perspective for the first time, his small frame decorated with clothes he wasn’t normally used to. The way it enhanced and accentuated the more graceful parts of him, how surprisingly comfortable it actually was to wear those…has the texture always been this soft and nice to the touch?
Without him noticing, or wanting this to happen, a sense of thrill and excitement replaced the initial dread. Maybe he didn’t look all that dumb in a skirt after all. While he was secretly admiring himself in his reflection, thinking you wouldn’t notice since you were preoccupied with your work, you were actually observing his behaviours. You knew it would come to this, you saw the potential in him, and never once was your intuition wrong.
All he needed was a little push, to gain confidence. Every model has to be self-confident in their looks and skills, otherwise it’ll become apparent in the end product. Now, what else should you do to encourage him? Maybe he’d enjoy some compliments to boost his pride? Or some special attention?
Despite you already being positioned behind him, you still acted as if you were sneaking around and ran your hands over his hips carefully, before digging your fingers into his waist. “UrghhKk..?!?” He met your eyes through the mirror, mouth agape, blush deepening, unable to even fathom what just happened. “Did you just-” “oh, you are ticklish? How unexpected.” You commented, and began groping him, as if he was a plaything you could touch however you wanted.
Running your palms over his lower abdomen, pelvis, all the way up to his perky chest, whispered all thrilled, “your skin’s so soft too, how cute.” On the other hand, scara began squirming around, speechless at your shameless display. He wanted to push you away but something was stopping him, yet he didn’t know why he couldn’t do it, only clawing at your forearm while groaning, “the fuck do you think you are doing?” Even you were dumbfounded that he didn’t just beat you up or something, and responded, “hmm… admiring you?”
What a weak excuse, though it was basically the truth. You suddenly got this urge to fondle and probe at him, to see his flushed cheeks be tainted with an even brighter pink. “I don’t think this outfit would have looked better on anyone else.” Your genuine praise got to his head, and he huffed, “anyone with functional eyes can make that statement.” A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you asked, “oh? Are you finally admitting that you look adorable like this?”
“A-adorable?!” He gazed over his shoulder, shooting you a feisty glance since he wasn't sure if he liked that word being used on him. “Yes, adorable.” You repeated it again, and one of your hands brushed over his milky inner thighs, tracing the outlines slowly. The feeling was foreign to him, yet he didn't detest it. On the contrary, it was almost as if he relished in your attention, enjoying it to the fullest. Your touch was so warm compared to his non-existent body heat. By the looks of it, the purpose of why you invited him was starting to fade and be forgotten.
“So... should I continue?” Your gaze met his through the glass, and you saw how his breath quickened, eyes half-lidded in a half blink. It was quite the sensual spectacle, if you didn’t have enough self control, you might have pounced him, you had to admit. Such temptation he was, you didn't plan for things to turn so intimate, but neither did you detest this outcome. “Mhm...” he agreed with a roll of his eyes, nodding despite not knowing why.
A sudden sense of shame coursed through him, and he averted his eyes from yours. Why did he even consent? Did he actually like your advances? How cheap... this was so unlike himself. Even if your palms felt quite nice caressing him, making his stomach flutter so much, resulting in his heart skipping a beat alongside tingles blossoming from his head all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes, why would he cave in so easily? He felt like his mirror image was snickering at him.
Since you got his permission, for now, you moved your hands a little, running them underneath his skirt. He was simply so starved of touch and of any kind of affection, hence he was yelping at every fondle. That, added with him being able to see every filthy thing you were doing to him through the mirror, observing how his own expressions morphed into lustful ones, what a lewd play this was. How were you so skilled with your fingers? Letting them dance across his flesh, grabbing his flesh, earning one whimper after another out of him.
It didn't surprise anyone that he got aroused, a bulge forming on the skirt where his crotch is. “Nghh... do you do this with all your models...?” He questioned, trying to gain some kind of control again, he can't bring it over his pride to submit everything to you without putting in some fight. “No, this is also a first for me.” You answered, and smirked at the obvious signs of his erection, “but it seems I'm not all too shabby at it?” Scara gritted his teeth at you, nails digging into your arms, leaving behind red crescent forms.
How annoying, that you knew you were the root of his lust. He hated how needy he looked, and how easily he handed the reins to you. Doesn’t matter, he was going to get back at you in one way or another. “And you must find me very irresistible, to be that eager.” He mocked, though you weren't provoked at all. “I'm not going to deny it.” Hearing that left him momentarily stunned, you were awfully honest. Thus he had to try some more even snarkier stuff, and he thought hard about his next words, “then what are you waiting for?”
You were nuzzling his nape, though after hearing his unexpected statement, you looked up at him confused and asked, “what?” To which he said, “why are you just petting me if you are oh so eager.” Seeing you taken aback was a nice change, and he grinned cheekily, taking it even further, “don't tell me you are that boring and satisfied with only a little groping? Like some perverted old man?” This should do the trick~
He still got some bite to him, huh? If he has the energy to provoke you, then surely he can use it on something way more efficient. “This is on you, got it?” You scoffed, and began reaching between his legs, brushing your fingertips over his sex. A shudder ran down his spine, and he tensed together, “h-haah..! Y-you think that can scare me?” Scara scoffed, yet it sounded more like a hollow threat, and so you chuckled, “who said I’m trying to scare you?”
“Rather… a cute girl shouldn’t hide such naughty things under their skirt, don’t you agree?” You taunted in a playful tone, before flapping the fabric up to reveal his leaking dick, soaking through the pastel coloured panties. “Look at that, you even wore the underwear. Say, have you been lying to me about not liking this?” That really struck a sensible cord, and he flared up like a street cat, frowning at you through the furniture.
As if your words alone weren’t enough to hurt his ego, you just had to prove your statement by wrapping your stupidly warm hand around his shaft, causing him to double over as his knees gave out beneath him. Such traitors, getting weak at the smallest stimulations. “HnnGh..! You imbecile- fucking—ah… anNnhg…!♡♥︎” He buckled, hands bawled into fists as he slammed them against the mirror, forehead following next.
Poor thing was panting already, which led to your next ridicule, “can’t take it? Tell me, I might go easy on you.” If it weren’t for you holding him by his waist, he might have flopped and crashed down completely. Be understanding with him, he’s never had anyone do such things to him! Of course he was going to be like this, with his voice spilling with no restraint, as well as him being unaware of his own volume.
“What a bad girl, hiding this filthy dick behind such cute clothes. I told you, you ought not to do that.” You murmured, placing your chin onto his shoulder, getting into the perfect position to mutter directly into his ear. Sticking your tongue out to lick his earlobe, before trailing down with the kissed, burying your lips beneath the collar of the shirt. “You don’t mind marks, right?” You proclaimed, and began sucking at his skin, trying out different spots to gauge his reactions.
“Uh-urgHhh…! d-damn you…” He folded under the onslaught of stimulation, allowing you to do as you pleased. Not that he minded all that much, he always wore high-collar stuff anyway, so no one would know about the evidence of your secret session. As for him? Ah! W-well, ehem, you probably wouldn’t stop even if he told you to, so consider this one of his gracious acts, to permit you to leave marks on his previous body like this. It’s the last time you’ll get to do this, so you better enjoy it to the fullest.
Never has Scaramouch ever concerned himself with such primitive things, neither has he imagined he’d be on the receiving end, so he had no prior knowledge of how good that would feel. To have your mouth travel across his shaking frame, hands caressing every untouched inch… small groans and whimpers slipped past his tightly clenched lips. “mhmff… g-guuhHh.. so- irritating ♥︎♡” He loved this, to have your hand stroke him, pleasuring him, making him feel a sense of desire he haven’t had for such a long time.
Pure ecstasy coursed through his body, head spinning and melting under the continued overstimulation. You took this chance to learn more about him, what his likes and dislikes were, and rubbed his flushed tip with your thumb which earned you another cute moan from the male. “Ah-ahHh..! D-don’t do that!” He thrashed around, toes curling on the ground. His shoulders were raised to his equally as red ears, grip tightening on your arms.
There was something bizarre going on in his lower belly, his insides were becoming chaotic. What were you doing to him— as if electricity was coursing through his veins, sending waves upon waves of signals straight to his brain. Though that analogy wasn’t the best, he couldn’t think of anything else to say now that his thoughts were starting to blank out. “Why? Don’t like it?” You mumbled again, and he whined, “feels… weird.” What a cute answer, you couldn’t help the light giggle slipping by your throat and decided to speed up your pace.
Stroking him up and down, astonished at how sensitive he was. Was this his first time? God, now you ‘felt bad’ for taking it. “You are making such a mess, squirting so much, my hand’s drenched already.” It was the truth, your fingers were all slippery from his precum, and it created so many lewd squelching sounds when you moved them along his shaft. His volume got increasingly louder, and so you teased again, “does it feel that good?” He shook his head, stammering, “be q-quiet.. don’t get cocky.”
What a dishonest boy, still unable to admit it. You weren’t too concerned though, you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that facade going any longer. The arm that was wrapped around his slim waist moved up, ruining the perfectly ironed shirt, and reached below it to play with his cute, perky nipples. You saw through the reflected image that those lewd little things hardened, creating tiny little tents through the shirt. “You are naughty here too, it seems, what a bad girl.” You commented, and began using your fingertips to circle around them, as if testing the water.
“Y-you..! Stop calling me that! W-wait, why- nnNghh!! ♡♡ why are you t-touching there..?!” He snapped, voice creaking out into a high-pitched moan when he felt your teeth sinking down into his shoulder, ripping the skin there. A choked out gasp as he pawed at your head, acting as if he was pushing you away even though. Though he was contradicting himself, instead of pushing, holding your head in place as if he didn’t want you to leave. “Hnnghh.. uuHh-uhMm..!” On top of that, your hand was basically milking his twitching cock, bringing him closer and closer to his impending release.
“How about no.” You said in return, and added, “don’t you like being a pretty girl? Look.” In the blink of an eye, you grabbed his chin and made him focus on his mirror image, shudder running down his spine. “You sure you don’t like that term?” You asked again, while all he did was yank his face away from your grip, refusing to answer, until he heard your command, “tell me, scara.” Fine, since you were so persistent, he shook his head, to which you snickered, “so? You like it when I call you that?”
Must you be so annoying? He huffed and bared his teeth at you, before yielding to your stupid taunt and said, “k-keep doing it if it helps get you off, but i’m not saying that I like it. I’m tolerating it.” Such a liar, though it didn’t matter, you knew he liked it. His cock was honest after all~ twitching so cutely whenever you called him by that disgraceful pet name.
He threw his head back against you while his tongue lolled out, taking a while to noticed how close you two were, before changed to slamming his forehead against the mirror again. Such a vulnerable sight could be seen through the furniture, some intrusive sides of him really wanted to smash it. This whole ordeal, paired with him being able to see just how much of a degenerate he was, made him want to cry out, hot tears picking in the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly you began scratching his rosy buds with your nails, the pressure gentle and insistent, as if you were digging for treasure. In this case, it’d be his sweet moans, no? He sobbed and squirmed even more at that, the most erotic and phonographic whimpers now spilling out of him. “Ahh…!! N-nooo~ t-too much aAahHh-hNghHh..♡♡♥︎” Like a spell that encouraged you to do more, you licked over the bit marks you’ve left behind, easing the pain slightly while jerking him off even faster.
It felt like you were touching him everywhere, every single one of his senses were filled with nothing but pleasure. He couldn’t think of anything but how good it was, brain on the verge of shortcutting, unable to keep up with everything. What to do? You were simply too good. Assaulting his nerves and making him melt in your hands, such a gut-wrenching, delirious high this was. He could get addicted to this. No good, he agreed to this deal thinking he’ll take advantage of you, yet now he was the one kneeling for you…?
“HnnGh mhmHhhh~!!” Scara cried out, these tears he’s been holding back finally spilling freely as a new wave of ecstasy washed over him. Enough to cause everything he had build up to come crashing down. Pride, composure, or his last remaining shame, all falling apart as he was overwhelmed by this whirlwind of emotions, this storm that pulled him along. Needless to say, he was about to reach his limit, sweat covering his pale skin, glistening in the light of the room.
His hair was a tangled mess due to his own thrashing, stains decorated the once clean mirror, still reflecting his ruined state. To have to witness everything that’s been happening to him in such a way, how delicious cruel it was. He was trembling, shudders running down his spine, eyes glazed over with bliss as he slurred his words. Though his mind couldn’t form any coherent thoughts anymore, and at this point he was just blabbering random nonsense~
“F-feels good… ahHgh~ uHnnm!! W-want moOoreee~ ♥︎♡ su’uhh guUhhh-hNghh ♡♡♥︎~~!” Saliva dripped down his chin as you pointed his dick towards his doppelgänger in the glass, smirking to yourself as you whispered, “you wanna cum, scara? Cum then, paint it all~ over yourself ♥︎” hearing you egging him on like that, he had no choice but to obey, no? It was as if his body had a mind of its own, obeying your commands even when he was internally thinking “that’s too embarrassing!”
In the end, it only took a few more pumps around his slick and wet arousal before he came. Ropes of white, sticky cum shooting out of his overworked little cock, still tainted in such an angry crimson shade. He came so much, that must have been pretty intense for him, perhaps he was still not used to getting so much attention. “AhgHhh~ MhnmNfff c-cumminGghh~♥︎♡♥︎ nghh Mhmff~!!” He groaned out one last time, pupils rolling back once more as his own release splattered across his own reflection in the object opposite of him, making it look like he just came all over his face.
The thick substance stuck to the glass, flowing down in a somehow even more filthy way. His face looked like a wreck, blushing furiously as he basked in the aftermath of his orgasm, the first one shared with the heat of another. Has he lost his mind? Allowing you to do all these humiliating things to him? But it felt so good, he couldn’t even deny it anymore, slumping into your arms with no strength left in his limps. You had to embrace him tightly to prevent him from crashing forward, otherwise he might have destroyed your poor mirror.
He glanced a few times at his own image, slowly coming to terms with his rather.. unique appearance. You really did a number on him, making him wither and turning him into a ruined mess. Should he say he was impressed? Nevertheless, it seems he wasn’t as aggressive anymore post-climax, or he frankly couldn’t muster up the energy to get angry now.
What a shame though, that his clothes got dirty as well. All soiled and soaked with his bodily fluids, dark spots appearing everywhere. Ah, a shame? Why did he think that… did he actually grow fond of those scraps of fabrics? He was still shaking ever so slightly, panting and heaving even though he didn’t need air to survive. Maybe it was just a way to show his exhaustion, and he settled deeper into your arms. For reasons beyond his own understanding, he found comfort knowing you cared enough to tend to him like this.
You didn’t stop your movements until he came down from his high, helping him get through it more easily. Once he came back to his senses, you predicted that he’d jab his elbow into your ribs or something, considering his usual violent tendencies, but nothing of that sort happened. All he did was pick at the frills clinging to his humid skin, while staring at himself through the mirror. Seeing this, the next words crawled out of your mouth on their own, “will you still be my model, scara? If possible, in the future as well?”
This time, he agreed without any arguing nor protest. But for now, the modelling stuff will have to be postponed until you get him a new, clean outfit. A silent nod of acceptance, before he whispered, “don’t forget, you are in charge of bringing the clothes for me to wear.”
Cuz I’m already behind schedule, I’ll start cherry picking the fics I want to do and finish them on time, so that they will be posted on the day they are supposed to release. As for the rest, they’ll be done at a later time lol
Yeaaaa, once again I suck at meeting deadlines *sigh* I just can’t let the quality suffer under it. If I don’t like the fic then I’m deleting it haha.
But hey, 19 days done already, which means I’ve written at least 10 fics this year. One more than last year :> let’s see how many more I can finish before October ends….
If it's one thing Nagumo is, it's a squirmer. He wiggles with excitement, he smiles with a twitch (just ignore his cheekiness) and he laps at your chest with quivering lips. If you want to toy with him until your wrist gives up, he'll take it all with shaky thighs.
"Feeling satisfied?" You coo at him. He breathes harshly through his nostrils, his bangs touching his eyelids — "Mhm!!" He whines, his lower abdomen flexing inwards, and his muscles clenching.
[TAGS; Shibari, foot stepping, impact play(once), Sub!geto x Fem reader]
Part2 of ##
+lwk inspired by this fanart by @ermine_foster on twt
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Tugging the rope through your hands as if testing his patience before you’d even touched him with it. Geto’s cock twitched against the damp fabric of his boxers, a soft whimper breaking past his bitten lip when you glanced at the obvious strain.
“Strip,” you ordered flatly.
He scrambled to obey, the bratty smile he wore earlier trembling at the edges as his clothes hit the floor. He tried to cover himself—instinct maybe, but your sharp look had him dropping his hands to his sides, cock flushed and leaking, the head twitching in little jerks like it missed your attention.
You circled him like a predator before shoving him back against the mattress. His wrists were first, bound together above his head until the rope bit into his skin, then the line wound across his chest, down to his thighs, locking him open for you. Each knot tightened with your practiced pull, and each tug drew a hiss from his throat, half pain, half lust.
Stepping back to admire the way the rope carved his body into something helpless and gorgeous. “Couldn’t even wait for me to come home.”
“I—” he started, voice raspy, but cut himself off with a whine when you pressed your bare foot against his cock. His back arched hard, hands straining against the rope.
“You what?” you asked, grinding slowly, the ball of your foot pressing down against his flushed head until his precum slicked your skin.
“Wanted you-ah wanted you so bad,” he gasped, hips rocking helplessly against the light weight of your step.
“You wanted to disobey,” you corrected, pressing harder, watching him squirm as his cock throbbed under your foot. “You wanted to see how far I’d go when I found out. Didn’t you, slut?”
His head fell back, hair sticking to his sweat-slick skin. “Y-Yes. Wanted you mad…wanted you to–ahh fuck”
You dragged your foot away, leaving him twitching,the ropes creaking under his sudden pull. He looked wrecked already, chest heaving, lips parted like he could taste you just from the denial.
You climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, guiding your hand down to grip his cock—slick, hard, already wet enough that your palm slipped easily. You stroked him only once before slapping the head, watching his stomach jolt with the sharp noise.
“You don’t get to come until I decide,” you warned, voice low. “If you try, I’ll leave you like this all night.”
His hips stuttered under you, the ropes digging deeper into his thighs with his needy little jerks. “I’ll be good just fuck me, I can’t—”
You lined him up, not giving him more warning than that. The second your wet heat sank down around him, he cried out, the sound so beautiful, filling the room with a desperate edge. You took him all at once, stretching around him, grinding down until your clit rubbed against his pelvis. His eyes rolled back, ropes groaning as he tried to thrust up into you, but his binds kept him pinned.
Every roll of your hips had him panting, begging, his cock straining inside you like it could tear through the ropes if only he could move. You rode him slow, punishing, your nails raking down his chest as you leaned close to his ear.
“You wanted me mad? Here I am,” you growled, tightening your thighs around him as you slammed down harder. His moan broke into a choked sob, his body trembling beneath you.
“Ah, please, let me—fuck—let me come,” he gasped, tears gathering at the corners of his lashes, sweat dripping down his temple.
You slapped his cheek sharply, bouncing harder as his cry hit a higher pitch, the ropes straining as he begged to move.
“Beg louder,” you demanded, bouncing harder, the wet slap of your bodies filling the room.
“Please, please, please need it so bad, need you [name], I’ll do anything—just let me come inside you, please”
for your milestone event… what about aemond with a mommy kink?
AEMOND + MOMMY KINK
contains: afab!reader, mommy kink, p in v, titty sucking/biting/marking, unprotected sex, praise.
author’s note: first request of the event ! tysm for participating hehe te amo babygirl i hope you like it,, i got carried away w this jiji
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Aemond’s hips stuttered, your walls clenching around his throbbing cock as you rode him relentlessly.
“Fuck,” His hands flew to your hips, his grip so tight you knew it would bruise later. His large hands kept you in place on top of him as you impaled yourself on his length, looking ethereal.
Aemond groaned, his eyelid fluttering at the sight of your tits bouncing, “Mommy, can I touch you?”
You grabbed one of his hands that was holding your hip, and placed it in your breast, guiding his thumb and index to your nipple. He got the idea of what you wanted and complied, rubbing and squeezing as you continued riding him.
“Fuck, that’s good,” You moaned, throwing your head back as he snapped his hips upwards meeting your little jumps on his cock, working simultaneously with his hand on your breast, “You’re doing so good.”
He whined, his thrusts becoming sloppier as you moaned at his touch. “Mommy, please.”
“What do you want, sweet boy?”
He yearned for your touch, wanting to be as close to you as possible. In a swift movement he sat up, changing the pace of his thrusts wrapping his arms around your waist, brutally moving your body up and down on his cock, feeling your walls clenching on him. “M-mommy, you feel so good.”
Your arms wrapped around his head, holding yourself on his shoulders to keep being used vigorously as a warm cunt for him to bury his cock in. “You’re so beautiful, my sweet boy,” You whispered, “The sounds that come out from your pretty mouth.. they make me want to fuck you until you forget your name.”
He whimpered, his thrusts getting sloppier as he buried his face on your chest, trying to drown himself in your breasts, his teeth grazing your nipple as he craved the sounds you made when he sucked on it.
You looked down at him, his eye already searching for yours with his mouth glued to your already pebbled nipples, biting and sucking. “You know how I like it, baby.”
He nodded the best he could, sucking harshly leaving purple marks around your breast. You saw how sucked earnestly, starving for a taste of you.
Your hand traveled to your clit, circling it as his thrusts weren’t consistent at all, leaving you to bounce on your own while he devoured your tits. You soon came undone on his cock, your cunt pulsing and his cock twitching inside of you while he nibbled on your nipple.
“Aemond,” You panted, still riding your orgasm grinding on his cock. His eye instantly snapped upwards to look at you, “I want you to come inside me, can you do that for me, sweet boy?”
He moaned, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you as your walls fluttered around him. He whimpered as he reached his peak, his whole body tending as he filled you up with his seed, cock deep buried inside your pussy.
“Anything you want to say to me, sweet boy?” You panted, smirking at him as he rested his face against your neck.
