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double penetration but you’re terrified because they’re both hung
is it insane if I say Zodyl and Bundus…
Worship Me Tenderly
(i.e. tits v.s. ass v.s. thighs)
I got an ask about how characters feel about small boobs vs big boobs and I am under the impression that all of the characters are just boob fans overall, they could be big, small, in between, they don't care! However, it sparked the thought of tits v.s. ass v.s. thighs so that's what I wrote LMAO
DISCLAIMER: All of them would love every part of you, this is just what I think if they were faced with the choice out of the three options.
Enjin: Enjin finds himself getting dizzy at the way his large hands completely envelop your tits, their softness rubbing perfectly against his calloused skin. No matter what size you are, Enjin’s hands are bigger, and he loses his senses at the feeling of it, the reminder of how much smaller you are than him.
Bro Santa: there is no place Bro is happier than in between your thighs. The true definition of a munch, he loves the way his fingers sink into the plush fat of your thighs while he holds them open, growling against you when he feels you try to close them. Fingertip shaped bruises paired with dark hickies and soft bites seem to never fade, only due to how often he replaces them with new ones.
Gris: a man who always remains respectful of you, never daring to even think about crossing a boundary, so you have to be the one to let him know it’s okay to touch your ass outside of the bedroom. You could feel the way his body stiffened when the two of you hugged, his hands resting on your lower back, just above your butt. Glancing up at him with a knowing look, you put your hands on top of his and guided them lower, giggling at the way he let out a sigh of relief while gripping the soft flesh.
Follo: nothing makes him happier than burying his face between your plush tits, sighing happily as the two of you cuddle close in your bed. The poor guy nearly growls when you try to move his head or even dare to adjust your position.
Tamsy: it's no surprise that Tamsy uses Tokushin in bed. He loves tying you up, making you helpless, watching as you squirm under the tight ropes digging into your skin. Seeing the delicious marks that the harsh rope left across your softer areas only drives him crazier, so there is truly no choosing between the three for him.
Arkha Corvus: he will never objectify you, one of his greatest worries is making you think you are anything less than the goddess that you are. His touch stays respectful in public, never straying too high or too low, but staying hooked around your waist or interlocked with your hands. In the bedroom, his touch is passionate, with every movement having a motivation, and it lingers the most on your tits. Fingers, mouth, he worships every inch of your breasts, watching the way your face scrunches up in pleasure.
August: the type of guy to slap your ass and then look away while whistling, gasping with faux shock when you scold him for it. “I WOULD NEVER!” leaves his lips almost as often as he grabs your ass, which is a lot. Also the type to put his hand in your back pocket when you walk around together.
Semiu: we’ve seen the type of magazines she flicks through at her desk, so one can only assume that she really appreciates your tits. At every moment she can, her hand sneaks up to your chest, and you’re never really sure if she even realizes that she does it.
Mildretta: after a long day of work, the only thing she wants to do is lay between your thighs, resting her head on your stomach while you play with her hair. It’s one of the only times she feels truly safe, turning her head to kiss and nip at the soft skin of your thighs.
Zodyl: he spends a lot of time on his couch, spying through the television which means you can’t sit on his lap without blocking his sight. Instead, he’ll have you sit next to him and lay your legs across his, letting him squeeze and massage the soft skin of your thighs like his own personal stress toy.
Jabber: in his eyes, the plushest parts of your body are his favorite, be that your tits, your stomach, ass or thighs, he loves it. Loves the feeling of the skin breaking when he sinks his teeth into it, loves the way those areas scar and bruise easily, able to see the physical proof of his love practically branded into you. Now, it’s only fair if you get to do the same back to him.
Bundus: although he presents as an old-fashioned man, that won’t stop him from slapping your ass when you turn away from him. Sometimes it’s playful, and sometimes it’s a warning to cut out your bratty behavior.
Gountess: this is a man that cherishes every inch of your body, if he were ever asked what his type was, he would simply say you. He wouldn’t be able to choose a single body part to be his favorite, because it wasn’t fair to the rest of you. He will let no part of you go unworshipped.
I YEARN AND CRAVE FOR MILDRETTA POOSAY GRINDING THROUGH PANTIES WITH A SOFT SUBMISSIVE BUNNY READER GRRRRRR
Okay listen. Yes this is a request but you obviously don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I saw the way you wrote for Mildretta and my third eye was opened I LOVE YOU
Imagine Mildretta and her bunny girlfriend with all her soft curves trying to butter her up for a night of unlimited snuggles but her bunny gf is just TOO tantalising to resist. She folds her in half, knees either side of her head, thighs pressing against her own breast as Mildretta grinds her clothed puss onto her bunny gf’s clothed puss- her bunny gf begs and tries leaning up for so many kisses she just can’t help but give her what she wants and takes both their panties off 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
- 🐰💖🎀
I got you Anon! LOVEEEE me some bunny girl stuff!
Honey Bunny (Mildretta x Bunny!gf)
You and Mildretta were a perfect, complementary pair. For how brash and loud she was, sharp edges and all, you balanced her out with your soft, plush body and sweet voice. You were just too cute for her to handle, and she had to stop herself from squeezing you too tightly every time she saw you. Borderline cuteness aggression towards you.
She loved giving you head scratches, especially ones behind your ear, which caused your foot to thump enthusiastically. She loved how you would get so excited when she got home from a mission, jumping into her arms and nuzzling into her neck.
However, that cuteness aggression would sometimes get too much for her to ignore, causing her to tug on your long fluffy ears and gently pull your tail to hear your yelps and whimpers. She liked to corner you, tilting your chin up and forcing you to make eye contact with her while she demanded that you give her a good kiss.
Tonight was no different, Mildretta had just returned from a rough mission, one that left her bruised and sore, but satisfied as always. Your nose twitched, her scent different than usual in a way that you didn’t like. You were quick to rush to her side, nosing at her neck and carefully tracing your fingers over her new bruises. Mildretta took note of the pale pink panties you wore, your favorite pair because “they matched her hair”. You had donned yourself in one of her oversized shirts, your excuse being that it still had her scent on it and therefore it made you not miss her as much (that was a lie, you still missed her painfully).
“Does it hurt?”
“Nah, not too bad. No trash beast is takin’ me out that easy,” Mildretta smirked, wrapping a strong arm around you. “Might heal a little faster if you kiss ‘em better, though.” You giggled at her not-very-subtle act of flirting, pressing your lips to one of the bruises on her arm.
“Can we snuggle while I kiss ‘em better?” You asked, looking up at her with wide eyes.
“Of course, pretty girl,” she said, placing her arms under your bottom and scooping you up without any struggle.
“You’re so strong, Milly,” you hummed, placing another kiss on her shoulder as she carried you to your shared room.
“All f’you bun.” Mildretta plopped you down on the bed before removing her cleaner pants and jacket, leaving her in a tank top and panties. After, she immediately got comfortable by laying on top of you, her weight pressing you into the soft sheets as she kissed you softly. You couldn’t stop yourself from sighing into it with an air of satisfaction, and you could feel the corner of her lips quirk up into a grin.
“What’s up, pretty girl?” She asked, trailing kisses along your cheek and jawline.
“Nothin’. Just happy you’re back is all.”
“Is that really all? Cuz you haven’t stopped squirming since I laid you down. What’s that about, hm?”
“Millyyy,” you whined, trying to rub your thighs together to alleviate some of the ache that had settled.
“Use your words, honey bunny,” she laughed, the slightly raspy sound sending a new wave of heat through you. “I won’t know how to help if you don’t tell me.”
“I just… I missed you,”
“Yeah? Missed me how?” You didn’t miss the way her hips ever so slightly started to rock against yours.
“I dunno, ‘s embarrassing,” you huffed, cheeks heating up and fluffy ears twitching as you tried to hide your face.
“Nothin’ embarrassing about missin’ me, bun, but you gotta tell me what you need. I’m not a mind reader.”
“I wanna feel you, like this, but I need more…”
“Aww poor thing. You’ve been achin’ f’me since I left, haven’t you?” Mildretta punctuated her sentence with a deliberate thrust of her hips, one that had a flustered squeak escaping you, your hands flying to her broad shoulders. “Bet you’ve soaked those little panties right through.”
She was right, the gusset of your panties were embarrassingly wet and all from a little kissing and teasing. Instead of giving her an answer, you leaned your head up, searching needily for a kiss. Mildretta was quick to oblige, pressing her lips to yours; heated and messy. Her hips began to fall into a painfully slow rhythm, her pussy grinding against yours through your panties. The kiss was sloppy and wet, your lips barely parting even when you felt yourself running out of air. You were too desperate, too needy for her, your hips bucking up like they had a mind of their own.
“Easy, ‘m right here,” Mildretta laughed, nipping at your swollen bottom lip. “I’ve got you.”
“More, more please!” You whimpered, blunt nails digging lightly into her broad shoulders as the tears in your eyes threatened to spill.
“Aww, no need to cry, pretty girl. I know… I know you just need it so bad, don’t you?” Her calloused hands moved to the backs of your trembling thighs, pushing them up until they were pressed against your chest, having effectively folded you into a mating press and baring your drenched panties to her. “Shit, you’re so fuckin’ wet. Who’s all this for?”
Your mind spun and a breathy moan left your lips as she ran a finger down the seam of the soaked fabric.
“Answer me, bunny. Who made you this wet?”
“You-,” you gasped as she pressed her finger down harder, finding your clit with perfect precision. “You did, Milly!”
“Good girl,” she groaned, feeling another wave of your arousal seep into the pale pink fabric. “Think we should take these off now, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes please, wanna feel you more, please,” you pleaded desperately. Mildretta chuckled at your pathetic sounds, letting you drop your legs so she could slide your panties off of you before sliding her own off. She was quick to push your thighs back up, pressing her bare cunt against yours, sliding against each other with a delicious friction that had both of you moaning loudly.
“Fuck, you feel so good bun,” Mildretta groaned, grip digging into your plush thighs even harder with each thrust of her hips. “Knew this pussy missed me.”
“Mmhmm,” you hummed, desperately searching for another kiss. “Missed you s’much Milly.”
“I’ll make it up to you baby, I promise. Won’t be letting you up until you make a mess outta this bed.”
Sorry I’ve been MIA, I’ve been busying myself with Tomodachi life to cope with my parents getting divorced LMAOOOO
Kirishima and Bakugo just got married and Isabelle was SINGINNNN
BUT BRO SANTA HAS YET TO PROPOSE TO MY OTHER MII AND THEYVE BEEN DATING THE LONGEST LIKE COME ONNNNN
FUCKING FINALLYYYYYYYYY
Sorry I’ve been MIA, I’ve been busying myself with Tomodachi life to cope with my parents getting divorced LMAOOOO
Kirishima and Bakugo just got married and Isabelle was SINGINNNN
BUT BRO SANTA HAS YET TO PROPOSE TO MY OTHER MII AND THEYVE BEEN DATING THE LONGEST LIKE COME ONNNNN
Guys I made Bro Santa on Tomodachii Life, I think he looks pretty good (he’s already falling in love with my character🤪🤪)
hii i don’t know if you accept requests or not but if you do could you please with a cherry on top write bro santa + brat taming i would literally give you my kidneys lol + the way you write the characters is so good you’re my fav writer <33
To Tame a Brat Pt. 2 (Bro Santa, Tamsy, & Zodyl)
cw: brat taming obvi, blindfold, restraints, edging, pussy slapping, Tamsy being slightly evil as always, cockwarming, slight degradation, blowjobs/facefucking, hair pulling (I think that’s it?)
Bro: You knew if you weren’t around the other cleaners, Bro would’ve already had you over his lap for all the bratty shit you’ve pulled today. He would’ve had your ass spanked raw before kissing the tears away from your cheeks, but today was different, and you knew that. You knew he wouldn’t do anything in front of the others, very adamant about keeping your bedroom lives private, which was definitely fair, why does anyone else need to know about that besides the two of you?
The others had their suspicions though, especially Enjin and Semiu. They had a bet going to see who was the boss in the relationship. Enjin was convinced it was you, with the way Bro looked at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes, Enjin was sure you had him worshipping the ground you walked on. Semiu thought otherwise. She caught the way Bro’s fingers twitched anytime you made a smart remark or gave him a bratty smirk. You were trouble through and through, and Semiu was certain that Bro just kept calm for the sake of appearances. By the look on his face, Semiu was likely winning the bet tonight.
“Honey, I think it’s time we head to bed, yeah?” Bro spoke through clenched teeth, one hand gripping his cards tightly. He was really trying hard to keep his composure, but you were making it especially difficult with the way your hand was teasing him under the table, nails raking softly over his thigh, never daring to cross that line just yet.
“Nah, I’m good right here,” you hummed, pulse racing from the look he shot you. “It’d be rude to leave in the middle of a game.” Bro leaned close to your ear, whispering just low enough for only you to hear.
“Watch it.”
“Your turn, Santa,” Enjin smirked, shooting a confident glance towards Semiu. As Bro looked back down at his cards, your fingers traced up and down his inner thigh, finally landing on the bulge in his pants that had formed as a result of your teasing. No sooner than your hand had landed, Bro slammed his cards onto the table.
“You alright, Bro?” Semiu asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“We’re leaving,” he said calmly, your eyes widening at the feeling of his hand tightly gripping the back of your neck. “But not before someone apologizes.”
“For what?” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.
“For ruining our game,” Bro growled, fingers digging into the back of your neck just a little harder. A nearly silent whimper escaped you, but it was loud enough for Enjin and Semiu to hear it.
“‘M sorry,” you mumbled half-assedly, looking down at the ground with a pout.
“Aht aht- like you mean it.”
“‘M sorry for ruining your guys’ card game.” You could’ve sworn you heard Enjin’s jaw hit the ground and Semiu just chuckled softly.
“We can finish up tomorrow night, but tonight we’re done,” Bro said sternly, finally removing his grip on your neck and instead grabbing your arm, standing up, and pulling you up out of your chair. Once the two of you were out of the room, Semiu just held out her hand to Enjin, who slammed down a couple bills with a grumble.
Bro silently walked you down the hallway, steering you by the tight grasp on your arm towards your shared room.
“Bro I-”
“I really don’t wanna hear it right now, chulita. You had plenty of time to rethink your choices.”
“But I-” Bro pushed you into your room and quickly slammed the door closed, pinning you against it.
“I said I don’t want to hear it,” he growled, squishing the fat of your cheeks in his hand, forcing your lips into a pucker. “You had your chance, now, you listen. Got it?”
“Mmhmm,” you hummed, trying to play innocent. He raised a brow and you sighed. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes papi,” your cheeks burned as he forced you to keep eye contact with him, the name falling from your lips like the sweetest honey.
“Good girl. Now, undress and get on the bed.”
With a triumphant smirk, you slowly pulled your shirt off, never breaking eye contact with him before sliding your pants down your legs. Then, you crawled onto the bed, arching your back, knowing that you were ultimately going to get what you wanted.
“Nuh-uh, on your back,” he ordered, freezing you in place.
“Wait what?”
“You heard me.” With a huff, you rolled over onto your back and glared up at him as he removed his bandana. “Arms up.” You obeyed with another pout, letting him wrap the soft fabric around your wrists a few times before tying them to the headboard.
“Why can’t you just spank me?” You tugged at the bindings as Bro just smirked and rested a hand on your head, petting your hair softly.
“Because that’d be giving you exactly what you want,” he suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged back, forcing you to look up at him. “And bratty girls don’t ever get what they want, do they?”
“I dunno, I’ve gotten my way plenty of times,” you grinned, gasping as Bro tugged your hair harder.
“You and that smart fuckin’ mouth,” with his free hand, he traced his thumb over your lips, pulling your plump bottom lip down and letting it bounce back. “Think I should keep it busy with somethin’, don’t you?”
You nipped playfully at the pad of his thumb, then took the whole thing in your mouth, sucking on it as if it were his cock, and you could’ve sworn you heard a growl rumble through his chest.
“Such a fuckin’ tease,” Bro removed his thumb from your mouth much to your disappointment and went over to the dresser on the other side of the room. You watched his every move, taking note of how truly stern he seemed. When he returned to the bed, he was holding a strip of black fabric, which he tied around your head, completely blocking everything from sight.
“Bro…” you whined, squirming unhappily now that you couldn’t see your husband’s handsome face. A harsh slap landed on your bare thigh and you yelped, more in surprise than in pain. “‘M sorry, I meant Papi.”
“I don’t care what you meant, that was for whining. Good girls don’t whine. Good girls take their punishments without complaining,” Bro’s hand slid over the reddened skin, dangerously soft and you felt him lean closer to you. “So now, you’re gonna take it, yeah? Spread.”
You sucked in a deep breath and let your legs fall open, unsure of what this punishment was going to be, but your stomach twisted in excitement nonetheless. You flinched lightly as a thick finger traced over your panties, too soft to really feel any pleasure from it. You heard a soft chuckle from him as he rubbed you through the fabric.
“Already soakin’ through your panties, baby? I hardly touched you at all yet.”
“Papi, please… I need more,” you pleaded, hips bucking up into his touch. His palm came down hard on your clothed heat and you yelped, legs closing tightly around his wrist.
“Don’t tell me you’re already too dumb to remember,” he said, forcefully spreading your legs again and returning his feather-light movements. “It ain’t about your pleasure right now, chula. It’s about making sure you learn your lesson.”
“Are you ever gonna even take my underwear off?” His palm came down harder than before and you gasped, tugging at the restraints.
“If I hear another word out of you, you won’t be cumming for three weeks, and I’m really not in the mood to hear you complain about that. So shut. up.” He gave you two more spanks, each one causing a flood of arousal to drench your panties. Bro could tell you wanted to say something, but he watched as you bit your lip to hold it back, smirking to himself when he noticed the way your breathing became more rapid. He rubbed your pussy with a little more pressure and you exhaled shakily.
“Good girl,” Bro purred. “See? If you can behave, I can be nice.” Your hips twitched against your will and you whimpered.
“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry papi, I didn’t mean to!” You said hurriedly, stilling your hips. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice when he responded.
“That’s alright, baby. I know you just can’t help it,” he cooed sweetly, a confusing contradiction to how he’d been speaking to you just moments before. “Feels good?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Good enough to cum?”
“Maybe,” you said breathily. Bro pressed harder and moved his fingers quicker, finding your clit perfectly even under the layer of fabric. “Yes! Yes, feels good!”
“Do you want to cum, baby?”
“Please!” You gasped, being thrown towards your climax quicker than you’d expected. “Please papi, I wanna cum!”
“Yeah?... Too bad,” suddenly he stopped and you cried out in protest.
“No! No, that’s not fair!”
“No, what’s not fair is you interrupting our card game with our friends,” Bro growled, pinning your legs to the bed so you couldn’t even seek any friction by rubbing your thighs together. “That’s not fair to anyone.”
“I’m sorry! I really am!”
“Hmm, I just don’t believe you yet, chulita,” he hummed. “How many times did I warn you about your behavior tonight?”
“I don’t know!” You pouted. How were you supposed to remember something like that in your current situation?
“Seven times. Since the card game started, to right now, I’ve warned you about something behavior-wise seven times. So…,” his hand returned to fiddle with the waistline of your panties and you shivered. “I’m going to bring you to that edge seven times, and if you take it all without being a brat, I’ll maybe consider letting you cum. That sound good, baby?”
Tamsy: Good girls don’t interrupt. Good girls don’t interrupt. Good girls don’t interrupt.
The written lines had begun to blur as the minutes passed by with the annoying ticking of the clock high on the wall. Your hand was cramping and you made the mistake of stopping for a brief moment to stretch it.
“Keep going, pet,” Tamsy purred from his spot beneath you, slender fingers digging into the plush flesh of your hips, gripping and squeezing your thighs like they were his own personal stress toys. “You still have quite a few lines to go.”
“Tamsy, please,” you whispered, squirming uncomfortably on his lap, his hard cock buried deep inside you, though completely still. “My hand hurts…”
“Hmmm, you say that like I care,” he hummed in that faux, polite tone he always had. You knew it was all for appearances, that he wasn’t that polite underneath it all, and yet you were still drawn to him, almost helplessly. He had somehow conditioned you to feel lost without him, without his touch, without his voice. Tamsy tricked you into loving him just as much as he loved you. “Keep going. Otherwise, I’ll remove you from my lap and you will go unsatisfied for much, much longer.”
With a whine, you focused back on the paper in front of you, shakily picking up the pen again and continuing.
Good girls don’t interrupt. Good girls don’t interrupt. Good girls don’t interrupt.
A moan was forced out of you when Tamsy adjusted his hips, rocking deeper into you for just a second. You gripped the edges of the desk, legs trembling at the ache that settled in your stomach.
“What’s the matter, angel?” You could practically hear him grinning as he spoke, clearly getting some twisted pleasure from seeing you so desperate.
“Y-you-” he bucked his hips up into you again, a pathetic whine escaping your throat.
“I what?”
“Y-you’re making it hard to c-concentrate,” you stammered, shivering at the way one of his hands slid up to your neck, squeezing delicately before tracing back down your body. Tamsy was more than aware of what he was doing, he knew he was making it difficult… as if the smug bastard was doing any of it by accident.
“Is that so?” Tamsy asked, resting his chin on your shoulder so that he could press a few quick kisses to your ear. He leaned even further forward and planted a kiss on your heated cheek.
“Please, I-I can’t,” you whimpered, head falling back onto his shoulder as your legs continued to shake.
“Yes, you can. You’ve only got seven more lines to go until your lesson is learned, pet. You don’t want to give up when you’re so close, do you?”
“No, no, I don’t,” you shook your head frantically and he laughed.
“Then finish. Keep your letters neat, otherwise you’ll have to redo all of it.”
With a quiet whine, you forced your attention back to the paper once again, taking extra care in making your letters neat as Tamsy had instructed. You dotted your i’s and crossed your t’s with the utmost precision, not daring to give him even a single thing to nitpick, though you still feared he would. After what felt like an eternity, you finished the final sentence, falling back against Tamsy with a relieved sigh, pen falling to the floor with a soft click.
“See, now that wasn’t so bad, was it, pet?” His hand stroked your hair, as if he were petting a cat and you couldn’t help but lean into it. “I suppose you’ve completed the first part of your punishment well enough.”
“First part?” You asked, eyes widening as you fought back a protest.
“You didn’t think just writing lines was going to be enough, did you? No… no, my sweet angel, we need to make sure it sticks,” your position was abruptly shifted, with you now bent over the desk as Tamsy began plowing into you. “You’re going to read every single line back to me while I fuck you. Only when you finish reading, will you be able to cum.”
Zodyl: If there were ever someone who could command a room with so much as a glance, it was Zodyl. An intense gaze and tightly-drawn lips were all it took to get you to fall to your knees, ready to beg for his forgiveness. The two of you were alone, somewhere private and away from prying eyes and ears, private enough for him to make you scream for him.
It was always funny how someone so quiet could find a soulmate in someone so talkative. Your voice was constantly running, spitting out words at 100 miles per hour and he just listened. It could be about the latest video game that dropped, or maybe the cute dog you passed on the street, and most of the time, Zodyl would just let you speak. However, when you started to get mouthy with him was when he would just shoot you a warning look. You’d complain about him not paying attention to you, or whine about his lack of affection, and if you really wanted to get under his skin, you’d huff about how he hasn’t made you cum in soooooo long. And that’s how you ended up where you were now.
On your knees in front of him, one hand stroking his cock lazily while the other kept a firm grip in your hair.
“Zodyl-” you whined, immediately getting cut off by a sharp tug of your hair.
“What did I say about speaking when spoken to?” He growled. “Any other time you are free to talk as much as you’d like, but when you’re on your knees for me, you are silent. The only sounds I want to hear are you gagging and moaning on my cock, understood?”
You nodded, mouth falling open just slightly as his tip brushed against your soft lips, your tongue darting out to taste the precum that had spilled.
“Such a desperate thing, aren’t you? Mouth open, just waiting for me,” his grip in your hair loosened as he stroked his thumb over your cheek, admiring the way you stared up at him with those lovely doe eyes. “Tongue out.”
You were quick to obey, sticking your tongue out and nearly moaning at the feeling of him slapping his hard length against it. Zodyl smirked down at you, not wanting to admit that just the sight of you could bring him so much pleasure. After teasing you for a short bit by just running the tip of his cock along your tongue, he finally slid further in, fingers tightening in your hair.
“That’s it, brat. Suck my cock… show me how sorry you are,” he let out a breathy groan, the feeling of your warm, wet mouth so eagerly swallowing him driving him wild. He began to rock his hips slowly, allowing you to get used to the feeling before letting loose. Your hands itched to grip his strong thighs, or to even pleasure yourself, but you know touching anything without his permission would only end in more punishment. You even noticed how he chose to stand between your thighs, so that you wouldn’t be able to press them together to relieve that ache. Your tongue flicked over the underside of his cock, knowing that he was more sensitive there, and he growled, pushing himself all the way down your throat, nose pressing against the patch of dark curls at the base. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you tried to regulate your breaths, throat tightening as you gagged around him. Suddenly, Zodyl pulled out of your mouth and forced you to meet his gaze.
“Take a deep breath, love,” he warned, watching as your chest heaved with the breaths you took. Without any further warning, he shoved his cock back into your mouth, thrusting at a faster pace than before as you continued to breathe through your nose, wanting nothing more than to be good for him. His free hand joined the other on your head, holding it in place as he fucked your throat. A loud moan escaped him when you gagged around him again, cursing in quiet frustration at how quickly you always bring him to the edge.
“Take it love, take it. This is what happens to -fuck- to brats who can’t keep their fuuuucking mouths shut. They get used for something better,” Zodyl panted, his movements getting sloppier as he inched closer and closer to his release. You couldn’t stop the tears from trickling down your cheeks, body trembling with every gasp and gag that left you. “Good. Fucking. Girl. Taking my cock like you were fucking made for it. And you’re going to take my cum just as well as my cock, aren’t you?”
Your only response was a weak moan that vibrated around his length and his thrusts got faster. All it took for him to cum was to look down at you, seeing your tear-stained cheeks and hazy eyes filled with the determination to prove yourself as his good girl.
“Love I’m- I’m cumming-” he cut himself off with a loud groan, his hands tightening in your hair and cock twitching wildly as he spilled onto your tongue. Take it all. Fucking swallow it all, fuck-”
He rode out his orgasm with a few more gentle thrusts before pulling out, holding you in place for a brief moment to admire the dazed look in your eyes, how you looked up at him with complete devotion. His hands finally let go of your hair, instead petting over your soft tresses to ease you down from your floaty state. Sitting back on the couch, he hoisted you up into his lap sideways, a gentle hand guiding your gaze back to his.
“Did I do good?” You asked with a hoarse voice, thighs clenching together as you tried to quell the fire that had been burning within you the whole time.
“Shhhh. You did very good, my love,” Zodyl said, thumb stroking your cheek like he did earlier. He leaned forward to capture your lips in a passionate, breathless kiss and you whined needily into it. “Aww, poor thing. Got all worked up from sucking my cock, did you?”
“Mmhmm,” you hummed, shivering as his hand traced down to your thighs.
“I suppose we could do something about that. All you have to do is ask politely… without whining.”
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A/N: A fellow person with fellow tastes😩 I also saw someone ask for Tamsy + brat taming in the reblogs so I figured I’d combine them! And I threw in Zodyl cuz why not🤷♀️ I def got carried away with Bro’s though… hope you enjoyed!!
Requests are still open!! I may not have a set posting schedule or anything, but I love writing when I have the time!
AND WHAT IF I SAID THAT BRO SANTA IS ONE OF THE HOTTEST CLEANERS BESIDES CORVUS??? BRO IS A FINE ASS, PROLLY HISPANIC MAN THAT HAS TWO KIDS AND IS A PROUD FATHER. Apologies for yelling.
Gachiakuta character (18+) and their biggest turn on from their partner?
Hope you enjoy anon!
Want Me Endlessly
(i.e. their turn ons)
Enjin: this man is the type to let you have your fun, while just sitting back and watching (think that scene with him and Gob). And by “having your fun” I mean watching you dance. His eyes are glued to the way your hips sway to slower songs and the way your ass bounces to the more upbeat ones, a smirk plastered on his face the entire time. As time passes, he slouches more and more in his chair, opening his legs wider and unashamedly showing you how hard you’ve made him. “Don’t stop now, ma. Show me how those hips move.”
Bro Santa: wear a sundress around this man and you won’t be leaving the bed for at LEAST 4 hours. You’d be lucky if you even make it to a bed, because god forbid you’re in the kitchen making dinner, Bro is on his knees, flipping up the skirt of your dress and eating you out at a feverish pace. There’s something about the way the fabric flows, yet still effortlessly clings to your curves. The broad span of your hips just begging for his bruising grip while he pounds into you, his only goals being 1) making you cum, and 2) breeding you. “You know how I feel ‘bout these dresses, honey. You’re just askin’ for me to get you pregnant.”
Gris: the moment you have him alone after a mission is what he would call his happy place. You’re still fired up from the adrenaline rushing through you, hands feeling across his body for any injuries that he might’ve sustained, maybe lingering a bit too long on his strong chest and muscled arms. He’s tried reassuring you before, but you’re not satisfied until you check for yourself. There’s something about the feeling of your hands caressing him in a way that starts innocently, only for things to heat up when you realize the effect it has on him. “Careful, gorgeous, or else you’re gonna have me thinking this was just an excuse to feel me up. It’s only fair I check you too now, isn’t it?”
Follo: he tries so hard to remain gentlemanly, averting his eyes as soon as he realizes the neckline of your shirt goes a little lower or if the cut of your shorts is 2-3 inches shorter than usual. The poor guy can only keep his gaze off of you for so long, swallowing thickly as his attention returns to you, eyes raking down the areas of revealed skin. Skin that only he should be seeing. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you definitely got some satisfaction out of watching him try so hard to hide it. “Come on baby, it's not fair when you wear something like that…”
Tamsy: We all know he’s a bit sadistic and in all honesty, I think he has dacryphilia. Something about those big, wet, eyes of yours staring up at him as tears trickle down your puffy cheeks gets him incredibly turned on. The soft, cooing tone of his voice distracts you from the slightly degrading things he says, treating you like some dumb pet who just doesn’t know any better. “Aww, what’s the matter, pet? Such a pathetic little thing you are.”
Arkha Corvus: Corvus is unfortunately stuck at his desk more often than not, doing secret boss stuff that even you didn’t know much about. Regardless of how busy he is though, he always makes time for you. He can tell you’ve got something on your mind just by the way you walked into his office, plopping yourself right down on his lap. He immediately dropped his pen and wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. He had a love-hate relationship with how easily you fit against him, hating it because it never failed to get him hard, and he knew that you knew it too. “Comin’ in here just to cause trouble, my dear? I’m starting to think you do this on purpose.”
August: This guy has a lot of energy that he needs to let out one way or another, and what better way than playfighting. Who initiates it depends on the day, with you often sneaking up on August in those few moments where he’s not hunched over his workbench. He’ll cock an eyebrow, knowing exactly what you’re trying to do and almost immediately gives in. He lets you win most of the time, mainly because of how hot you look on top of him while pinning his arms down. But now you’ve got a problem pressing against you that you need to take care of. “C’mon babe, you gotta help me out now. ‘S your fault anyways.”
Semiu: It’s no secret that this woman has great taste, and she proves it by dressing you up in the lingerie sets from her magazines. Sometimes she’ll ask if you want anything specific, but she just knows you so well that she orders before asking you. She’ll sit on her bed while you model the pieces for her, the confidence in your movements igniting that heat in her stomach. Her eyes are glued to the way the fabric compliments the natural curves of your body, and eventually beckons you over to her, hands finding their place on your waist. “This one’s my favorite... I don’t think I can keep my hands off you any longer. What do you think, sweet thing?”
Mildretta: Mildretta lives for your touch, loves how gentle it is in comparison to her’s, and nothing turns her on more than the feeling of you tracing over her scars. You start with the one on her face, your delicate finger dancing over the roughened skin as she smirks and tries not to let you see how much it’s affecting her. Then, you run your finger down to the scar that spanned across her chest, her breath hitching just slightly. “Easy, pretty girl. Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish.”
Zodyl: Zodyl has an odd fascination with your mouth. How it curves into an effortless smile, how you pout when frustrated, or how your lips look wrapped around his fingers a straw (woah who said that). He often stares you down when you’re eating, not all the time, but if you’re ever eating ice cream, an ice pop, a lollipop, forget it. He won’t even blink, and if you dare to question him about it, he doesn’t shy away from telling you the truth. “Those lips of yours are sinful, my love. I’m just imagining how beautiful they would look wrapped around my cock.”
Jabber: This man has no shame when it comes to you, but he nearly busts in his pants when you’re angry, especially when you’re angry at him. He sits there listening to you berate him, while the whole time he’s clenching his fists, trying not to palm at his growing erection. It’s the closest he gets to hearing you degrade him outside of the bedroom, and he almost cums when you curl your lip in disgust as you realize what's happening. “That’s it babe, tell me how shitty I am. C’mon please, it’s making me so hard.”
Bundus: Bundus is the type of man who just needs to give you one look to have you on your best behavior, but there are times where you like to push that limit, teasing him in any way you can. You tease him about being an old man, laughing at him when he doesn’t understand the slang you use, and you know it gets him exactly where you want him. He’ll never admit that he likes your bratty side, getting all worked up just thinking about putting you back in your place (though the lessons never stick, and you both know it). When he’s finally had enough, he chuckles quietly, just counting down the seconds until he can get you to his room and over his knee. “No, no, keep talkin’ darlin’. Don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now.”
Gountess: the true definition of a “lover boy” (technically lover man ig??) and he proves it by completely melting into you any time you kiss him. Your fingers lace delicately into his long white hair while his arms greedily wrap around you, wanting you as close as possible. He trembles against you, trying so hard to control his urges, cursing himself for losing it just from a few simple kisses. He loves the way you smile into the kiss, feeling the heat creep onto his face with every passing second. “My heart, I-I apologize for not being able to control myself. You’re just too perfect.”
Oral fixation going CRAZYYYY rn I either wanna suck on Enjin’s abnormally large fingers or chomp on Bro’s biceps UGHHHHHHHH
Hi pooker! You wouldn't mind a Arkha Corvus x Black reader headcanons👀
Hey anon!! I love this request and absolutely think there needs to be WAY more black reader love on here!!
Unfortunately, I don’t feel that I could do it justice because I myself am white. I’d absolutely be willing to try, but I fear that I wouldn’t be able to specifically write a black reader because I haven’t had those experiences.
i'm curious, what's everyone's Default Outfit? like what would you be always drawn wearing in a cartoon? mine is concert tee + mid length skirt
Hi! Would you do Bro with an insane creamp*e kink? Like he has to watch it drip out of reader over and over until she stops him? No one can convince me this man’s not a freak
My honest reaction to reading this ask
Bro Santa x Reader
“Bro- slow down, please!” You gasped breathlessly, fingers grasping the sheets so hard, you were shocked that they hadn’t ripped yet.
“That’s not my name, mami,” he panted, his grip on your plush hips tightening as he pulled you back onto his cock at a mind-numbing pace. “‘Sides, y’feel too good. I gotta fill you up again.”
“B-but you already came!” You whined, tripping over your words with each thrust.
“Not enough… wanna see a bigger mess between those thighs,” Bro growled, leaning down to be closer to you, his chest and stomach slotting perfectly against your back. You were pressed almost fully to the bed at this point, moans muffled by the comforter while his hands were planted firmly on either side of your head, supporting his body so that he could put all of his weight behind each thrust. You were completely engulfed in him, all of your senses occupied with him. His scent, his taste, his touch… you were just as gone as he was, if not more.
“Wanna make sure you’re so full of me that it’s drippin’ out of you. Fuuuuck-” he interrupted himself with a loud groan at the way you clenched tighter around him, a sign of your impending orgasm.
“Bro I-”
“What did I say, hm?” He huffed, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your face out of the sheets, turning it to the side so he could see your teary eyes and flushed cheeks. “What’s my name, baby?” You only whimpered softly in response, orgasm creeping closer and closer with every passing second.
“C’mon, don’t be shy now,” Bro cooed, never losing the rhythm of his thrusts. “What’s my fuckin’ name?”
“Papi!” You nearly wailed, finally tipping over that edge of pleasure and letting it course through your body. “Oh my god, papi, ‘m cumming!”
“That’s it mami, let it out. Fuck you’re clenchin’ on me so fuckin’ tight. Gonna make me cum again,” his words were filthy as he fucked you through your powerful orgasm, your body trembling in overstimulation. “Nuh-uh baby, don’t try to push me out. You can take it, I know you can. C’mon, let Papi fill you up again.”
You knew he was unbelievably close to his own climax, his mindless dirty talk being the key sign for you. You moaned unabashedly as he chased his high, groaning and spitting out something in Spanish that you were too gone to understand. With a final thrust, he let go, spilling into you for a brief moment before pulling back, riding out his orgasm with just the tip throbbing inside of you. After what felt like forever (which was likely only a minute of just heavy breathing and quiet whimpers filling the bedroom), Bro pulled all the way out, softly groaning at the way yet another load of his seed spilled out of you, dripping slowly down your legs and onto the sheets below. You shuddered as you felt his fingers trace up your inner thighs, scooping up his cum and plunging his fingers into you.
“Papi please, I can’t-”
“Easy baby, ‘m just cleaning up my mess,” he hummed, pumping two thick digits into you at a leisurely pace. It wasn’t like he was aiming to make you cum again (though he would never complain if you did), he was just simply pushing his cum back into you, where it belonged.
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(A/N: Hope I did you right anon!)
hello! i love your works so much and your mildretta content is so good i eat it up every time you are actually the best🥰🥰
oh my god stawwwwwp I’m blushingggg
But fr thank you so much anon 🫶🏻🫶🏻I’m so glad you enjoy my writing!! I def wanna do some more Mildretta stuff because like… look at her?? Big buff beautiful woman with long pretty eyelashes?? I’d 100% let her ruin my life😩
First request kinda nervous
Could you possibly do a Mildretta/Gris/Corvus + Brat taming? Any or all is fine🥺
Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like writing for this one.
Love your works!!
To Tame a Brat (Mildretta, Gris, & Corvus)
CWs possibly (??): slight degradation, spanking, overstim, edging, dumbification (like a teeny tiny bit), Mildretta wears a strap obvi, Gris is kind of mean but I like mean Gris😛
Mildretta: “Come on, pretty girl,” Mildretta huffed, giving you a sharp smack on the soft flesh of your ass. “You wanted to talk all tough around your little friends, ‘bout how you’re the one who calls the shots, so prove it.”
“Milly please,” you whined, pathetically rocking your hips against her strap.
“Nuh-uh, cute nicknames ain’t gonna work on me, baby. Ride me the right way or you’re not cumming for a week, got it?”
With a pout, you placed your hands on her broad shoulders and began to bounce on the unforgiving length and girth she’d chosen. It wasn’t the biggest one the two of you had used, but it was one that never failed to hit that perfect spot no matter what position she had you in. You usually found yourself folded underneath her, but after mouthing off to your friends about how you had Mildretta tied around your finger and how you often had her begging for you, she wanted to set the record straight. She knew that riding her strap never gave you as much pleasure as her plowing into you, so she figured it’d be the perfect way to get you to fold.
“‘M tired,” you panted, thighs burning as you stopped bouncing and settled on her lap. “Mildretta, please, ‘m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it.”
“You call that a real apology? You weren’t even looking me in the eye!” She smirked, hand sneaking up to grip your throat. One of your hands rested on her wrist, pleading eyes looking up at her.
“Please, Mildretta, I’m sorry, I was just being a brat,” you whimpered, longing to lean forward for a kiss. “Please, I wanna cum.”
“Are you saying that cuz you’re close, or cuz you’re nowhere near the edge and this position just ain’t doing it for you?”
“Come on, please, you know the answer, don’t make me say it,” you pleaded, mouth dropping open as she gave your neck a warning squeeze, cocking her eyebrow up. “It’s not enough! It doesn’t feel as good this way.”
“But what happened to ‘calling the shots’? Thought you were the one to have me begging, not the other way around?”
“I didn’t mean it, didn’t mean any of it!”
“Such a pathetic little thing for me,” she hummed, rolling her hips up into you, causing you to gasp loudly. “Maybe if you ask nicely… I’ll consider helpin’ you out a bit. So, pretty girl... start begging.”
Gris: “Are you serious?” He exclaimed when the two of you finally returned to your shared room. “What the hell was that back there?”
“What? I thought you liked this dress,” you pouted, knowing you were really pushing his buttons today.
“That’s not the point, and you know it. I’m upset at the fact that your panties somehow ended up in my hand during the debrief. You’re lucky Follo or Enjin didn’t see.”
“Well I mean, I did de-brief, I don’t know what you expected,” you burst out laughing at your own stupid joke, and despite Gris also finding it funny, there wasn’t even a hint of a smile on his face.
“Bed. Now.”
“Oh come on, Gris, it was funny! Jeez, since when did you become such a grumpy old man?”
“I’m not telling you again,” his fingers came up to massage the bridge of his nose in irritation. “Bed… now...”
“Make me.” In not even two seconds, Gris had you laying across his lap while he sat on the edge of the bed, your dress flipped up to reveal your bare ass. He quickly rained down three spanks on one cheek and you just giggled.
“What’s so funny, huh?” Gris growled, spanking the other cheek.
“Hm, nothing,” you grinned. “Just tickles a little bit.”
“You really are such a fucking brat today, aren’t you?” he huffed. “You want it harder? I’ll give you harder.” A harsh spank across your ass had you gasping quietly. You opened your mouth to taunt him again, but you were interrupted by another barrage of spanks, one right after the other, giving you no time to collect yourself. You began to squirm, the sting of the hits starting to settle into the tender skin. Gris finally took a pause, massaging the reddened flesh with his large hand.
“Got anything to say t’me, baby?” Deciding you weren’t satisfied, you turned your head to look back at him with a smirk.
“Can’t think of anything yet,” you shrugged. Your smug look disappeared when Gris returned to spanking you, each slap stinging worse than the last.
“This what you wanted? Hm? Wanted to get me all worked up so that I’d take it out on this cute little ass of yours?”
“I- I,” you genuinely couldn’t find the words this time, the pain and pleasure clouding your mind, your pussy getting wetter and wetter with each hit. At this point, whines and gasps had begun to escape your lips uncontrollably, the sounds rushing straight to Gris’ hard cock.
“What happened to that smart mouth? Can’t think of anything yet?” He spat your words back at you as your hands scrambled behind you when it started to become too much. “Move your hands.”
“Please Gris, ‘m sorry!” You whined half-assedly.
“Move your hands before I move them for you,” you still didn’t move. With a frustrated huff, he took both of your wrists into his left hand without issue, pinning them to the small of your back while the right hand continued spanking you. “You just had to keep teasing me today. Been pushing my buttons all day, and now you’re gonna take what I give you.”
“I’m sorry, Gris, I am!” You sniffled, still squirming despite his hold.
“Oh, I’m sure you are, gorgeous,” Gris hummed. “Just a few more, okay? If you’re good for me, then maybe I can do something about this mess between your legs, yeah?”
Corvus: “What number was that one, my dear?”
Your body trembled from your nth orgasm of the night, a whimper escaping you as Arkha’s gloved fingers continued to pump in and out of you, the cold wood of his desk sending a shiver through you.
“Come on darling, tell me,” he cooed, grinning at the way you seemed so desperate and yet so unsure of what you wanted. “What? Nothing to say now? You were running your mouth so much earlier, what happened?”
“Arkha, please… can’t-,” you whined, thighs clenching around his wrist. He used his free hand to part your legs like it was nothing, pinning you underneath him as his thumb pressed against your clit.
“You know I can’t understand you when you whine at me,” he huffed, completely focused on the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Use your words, my dear.”
“‘M sorry Arkha, ‘m sorry!”
“Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry for being a brat!” You hiccuped, your body buzzing with overstimulation as he drew you closer to yet another orgasm.
“Hmmm, I don’t know if I believe you just yet,” Arkha hummed, curling his fingers in just the right way to make you scream. “I mean, what if you’re just apologizing, but don’t actually mean it.”
You managed to look up at him with wide, teary eyes, seeing the mocking pout on his face. You could feel his hard length pressing against your thigh, even through his pants and it served as a silent reminder that you were nowhere near finished.
“‘S too much-” you gasped.
“Too much? But you wanted my attention, didn’t you? I’m just being a loving husband and giving you what you wanted.”
“Didn’t mean this,” you pouted, reaching down to grasp at his wrist.
“No, no, I think this is exactly what you meant, darling. Why else would you have interrupted my work?”
“You’re bein’ mean!”
“I’m being more than nice to you, my dear. I could have just left you to grind yourself on my thigh like you were when you first came in, but no, I’m being so kind by filling this needy pussy and making you cum over and over again. Aren’t I?” A growl rumbled through his chest at your lack of response and he reached up with his free hand to grip your cheeks, forcing your gaze back to him. “Answer me, darling. Aren’t I being so nice to you?”
“You are! You’re bein’ nice t’me!” You cried, cunt clenching down on his fingers as you tumbled over that edge yet again, squirting and drenching his forearm.
“Mmm, that’s it, lovely girl, give it to me,” he purred, finally slipping his fingers out of you while leaning down to steal your lips in a passionate and hungry kiss. “Just need one more from you, okay? This time, on my cock.”
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(A/N: The way I started foaming at the mouth when I read this ask. I hope I did you right anon😩)
and what if I wrote Bro Santa smut where reader calls him papi, is that cringe? We can all agree that he is a confident, caring, proud Hispanic man right??
Cuz also like I don’t even see him as “daddy” (tbh I think he wouldn’t like the sound of it) but call that man Papi and he’ll be folding you in half before you can blink.
Are daddy and Papi basically the same thing? Yes. Do I think Bro cares? No. (Do I care? Also no.)
Hello, I was wondering if you could do a Goka x fem cleaner! reader nsfw please! It’s totally fine if you’re not comfortable doing it!
Hey Anon, I’d love to get started on this!! The request is a bit vague so i just wanted to check if you had a specific scenario or anything in mind before I started writing!!
Thank you for sending your request!! ❤️