Dude I Am Completely With You About The Premature Ejaculation Thing Lmao It Is Low Key Really Cute 👀

ᯓ★ TIED UP! — TOJI + SUKUNA

thinking about tying up big and beefy men like toji or sukuna, pretty rope wrapped tightly around their bodies. His muscles are straining against the rope, marking his skin and he’s getting so frustrated just watching you get undressed in front of him, teasing him. He’s growling and cursing under his breath, feeling so uncomfortable when his dick jumps and pre cum oozes from his swollen tip because he can’t touch himself or you.

He’s shaking in anticipation, a dark, lustful look in his eyes when you start riding him. Your hips are bouncing up and down, walls squeezing around him so deliciously and he can’t help but fight against what’s holding him in place. “You’re so fucked once I get out of these,” he growls, balling his fists up and trying to pull away only to fail. When you know he’s close to his orgasm, you slow down your movements and earn a devilish look from him. He can’t wait to get his hands on you, fold you in half and fuck you until you’re crying.

And god does he lose his mind when you laugh in his face, giggling and mocking him. He knows you’re only being so bold because he can’t get a hold of you. He’d like to see your brave little act once he has your face pushed into the bed and your ass high in the air. But no, that thought never crosses your mind. You’re too busy teasing the head of his cock, just fucking the tip. You know exactly what to do to drive him crazy.

And that mean, dominating behavior drops so suddenly when he’s cumming in your pussy, and you’re kissing down his neck. He hates not being in control but his dick is saying otherwise. You’re smirking against his sweaty skin, still clamping down on him, your walls gliding up and down his shaft. “F-fuck!” He groans, gritting his teeth. He’s so sensitive, so overwhelmed with pleasure, he’s tipping back and forth between melting into your touch and wanting to ruin you because how dare you try and make him submit to you?

His chest heaves up and down, panting heavily, the whites of his knuckles showing when he clenches his fists yet again because he’s so close to cumming again, filling up your pussy just to feel it leak down his heavy balls. “Keep fucking—nngh—laughing. I dare ya,” he huffs, sucking in a breath through his teeth. He can’t wait to see the look on your face when he’s loose, because little do you know…one of the knots untied.

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these characters are cool in my opinion (I accidentally stretched the inscription about Nivven, sorry)

hear me out🙏 imagine student body president!sukuna and delinquent!reader😍 same scenario but just switched

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⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: student body president! Sukuna x bratty delinquent fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; you and kuna are college seniors - oral (m! + slight f! receiving) - face + throat fucking - clitoral play (sucking) - impact play (cheek + pussy slaps) - fingering (f! receiving) - standing + piledriver positions - unprotected sex - overstimulation - dumbification - degradation (brat, cumslut, pig, slut, whore) - blackmail - dick piercing (frenulum) - mention of drool/spit and tears.

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If there’s one thing that Sukuna loves more than anything, it’s power.

For Sukuna, the pinnacle of power is not just a status but a destiny he believes is his alone. In his heart of hearts, he knows he is the one who can keep this school in check, his control palpable in every corner of the campus.

Having Ryōmen Sukuna as the student body president of the senior class was either the best or worst thing, depending on who was asked. Although intimidated by some faculty and professors, they saw him as a significant influence on maintaining the students’ behavior for the college’s image. As for his peers, some would vouch that he was the scariest person they've ever met within their college student’s behaviors on campus. As for the students…whether they made sure not to get in the salmon-pink-haired man’s way, did as they were told, or generally avoided getting in his bad side all around, the truth was known in the air: Sukuna is a force not meant to be reckoned with. 

So, dealing with people who stand in his line of power will be dealt with — especially brats like you.

You were the biggest thorn in Sukuna’s side, a true innocent fool who dared disobey him without fear of consequence. For one, you were such a disrespectful minx, always speaking to him with such a foul mouth as if his aura that frightens others doesn’t shake you down. You bat your eyes at him during his lectures, dumb doe eyes that flutter with dull eyelids as if not a single word from his mouth was processed in that mind of yours as you’ll just wound up doing the exact shit again within a week or less. You have no amount of respect for his superior status, treating Sukuna like some big shot. 

“Tah, you don’t scare me, Prez!” You mocked with a laugh. “You and your little tattoos can go somewhere and make the other babies piss their pants and leave me the hell alone. Mind your business and stay outta mine.”

God, to say you were insufferable was scratching the surface. Sukuna can admit that nothing in his last year of college would allow him to experience absolute euphoria than crushing that childish grin off your face. It’s all he can think about whenever he has the misfortune of seeing your name or catching your face in the halls on his way to lectures and meetings.

But then again, if he can’t discipline you in the way he wanted on school grounds, it doesn’t mean you’re safe from him on the outside.

And then, like a miracle to his prayers, he finally had the dirt to give him all the more motivation. His second in command, Uraume, had found some evidence of your inappropriate behavior on the school’s campus. Pictures and videos alike, his smile grew bigger the deeper he looked into it.

Images of you flashing your bare tits in what seems to be a party in one of the dormitories and some drunk guy motorboating your chest, another of you smoking weed in one of the laboratories, which were undoubtedly smoke-free, and one portraying you fingering yourself in while sucking off one of the basketball athletes in the gymnasium men’s locker room. And the cherry on top was explicit videos of yourself that would tarnish the school’s reputation and have you expelled in seconds — absolute music to Sukuna’s ears. 

The thought of destroying your image and exposing you to the filthy bitch you have put a spark of joy in the student body president’s cruel heart. But what would the fun be if he threw this evidence out all at once? He was a man who loved to drag out the torture of his victims. So, when he pulls you aside, to your dismay, and showcases the dirt he has on you, the look on your face? Not even a picture would be enough for him to enjoy such a glorious reaction. He never thought he’d see where you’d beg and plead to him on your knees, only fueling the superiority within his stance.

However, he likes to play with his food. So, he’ll put his hands up, “Alright, fine, I won’t take this to the higher-up…” yet the smirk didn’t match the comfort expressed. “On one condition.”

And for said condition? To use you and see your talents for himself.

“Damn, this mouth really knows how to work, huh?”

Oh, to be fucking your face in the student body government lounge isn’t something he’d expect. But holy shit, is he not fucking complaining. He throws his head back as his pelvis relentlessly smacks the plump of your soapy lips. His hands grabbed your head and forced you onto his length, which you were crying on like crazy.

Tears roll down your face; the harshness of his ruts sting like hell. You could only grip his jeans to steady, yet the more he bullies his dick into your throat, your train of thought becomes more impossible to follow through. 

He slaps your cheeks, “Pay attention, bitch,” he curses from above and yanking you by the ear. “Loosen that jaw of yours and suck me off like the cumslut you are.”

Your glare gratifies him, watching you obey his words and hollow your cheeks. Jesus, the tightness of your throat has shivers crawl to his shoulders.

“Mmmff! Mmmm!!” Your muffled whimpers were all his ears could pick up on, and they made him sigh heavenly. He peers down to meet such a naughty image: your lips coated in saliva and his precum bubbling and piling with every snap and pull of his hips. Your tears and furrowed brows gave him the hugest ego boost of his life, making the devilish superior push feverishly into your mouth. 

“—Mnnph! Yesss, yeah, that’s right; keep cryin’, you fucking brat.”  Fuck, he’s so fucking close; your mouth and tongue were doing mad work for him to release, busting his load into your throat and succumbing to you to drink and accept his semen.

Balls deep to your lips, saliva mixes with salty tears, striking down your chin. You swallow every bit of him with a satisfied hum, eyes rolling up when he grinds his pelvis for his dick to go deeper.

But that doesn’t mean you should rest — hell no. Sukuna rips his erect limb out of your mouth and pushes you to your back with a kick. You couldn’t interject as he pushed your legs to your chest. An exotic position that exposes the damp spot of your thong from your lifted skirt. 

The president tsks at the display with a sneer. “Fucking slut, so wet from just sucking me off.” He slides the underwear and is welcomes to your scent and taste when he glides his tongue to your clit. “You really are a fucking bitch in heat, huh?”

His tongue pets and laps around your labia, lubing your vagina with his spit while slurping your essence that messes around your inner thighs. You’re choked up, whining from his tongue fucking the entrance of you and licking your clit.

“—Ohoo! Hoohh, Sukunaa, pleaseee,” you slurred from the suck of your clit, his tongue pushing it and grazing his teeth with the delicate bud. “Hahhhfuckk, put it innn, ‘Kuna, I want—Daaahaa!!” You cried at the slap of your cunt, stinging your sensitive clit from the rough palm of his hand.

“Don’t tell me what to do, brat,” another smack to your slit as you cough up spit. “Such a broad, only thinking with just your pussy.” Although, he had to admit, seeing your pussy wink from his hits and teases made his pride sing. With a low chuckle, he straightens up, your anticipation climbing up when he brings his middle and forefinger to wet with saliva.

Yet a record scratches at the feel of something wet around your asshole, the digits pushing and teasing your puckered entrance. Begs fly out you’re mouth, but they substitute with a scream when his fingers manage to insert inside and massage around your walls.

“What, you thought I was just gonna play with that pussy like you wanted?” He laughs at your cries, stroking his ego from your anus, clamping onto him with the scrape of his fingernails. “You got some nerve; only dirty pigs like you get dirty rewards.” You gasp at the withdrawal of his fingers, and he whistles at the sight. “So here ya go, little slut…”

Sukuna aligns his cock to your rear, pushing it with no care for your lack of preparation. You scream at the insert of his cockhead and piercing, and the stretch that comes along his inches burrowing inside causes more tears to fall. But not in pain—the expression on your face showed no sign of resentment. 

“Haaahh, yeeesshh,” your hands come to the back of your ass to help the position you’re in, the angle making your writhing figure jolt. And it gets better once Sukuna’s hips go at a mediocre pace. “Shooo goood…!!”

Your hands find Sukuna’s ankles when his frenulum piercing jabs you with precision with the increase of his erratic thrusts. High pitches and shrieks fill the student body lounge, skin slapping against each other, creating an inappropriate sound. Like Sukuna cares, though; fucking your ass on the floor with no grace — so much for a president.

“—Khheh, hooohshiiit, pig can’t even speak properly, making such a ruckus.” It’s true; you showed no restraint in concealing your wails. If anything, they get louder and louder with the clasp of your butthole on his length, drool spilling from your agape mouth. “Noisy ass acting all dumb on my cock.” 

The graze of his piercing gets worse every second; shit feels way too good, like his balls smacking down your ass. But you couldn’t foresee his next move; Sukuna slipped his middle finger inside your chasm and wiggled around your vagina. A strong yelp erupts from your body from the “come hither” motion that scratches your upper walls, and you can’t help but let yourself go.

Your climax has you howling, your holes contracting with force from every passing wave that rocks your core. You pant heavily, milking the dick that continues to plunge into your ass, Sukuna groaning at the grasp of your anus and the walls around his middle finger. 

He then pulls his digit out and brings it to his mouth, sucking your liquids with a smirk. “Not bad, broad.”

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Honesty (Daemon Targaryen × Reader)

Summary: In which Prince Daemon seduces his unwilling Lady Wife.

Warnings: Smut. Dub Con/ Non Con. Oral sex (F receiving), P in V sex. Stark reader. Convenience Marriage. No use of Y/N.

A/N: First time writing for Daemon. Reader is the oldest sister of Cregan Stark and acts as his regent. Might write the full story one day. High valyrian from an online translator, not explaining it because I wanted the reader to not know the meaning.

The shift was white, silky, and oh so tiny. You stared at it with contempt. It had cost you a pretty penny, as had the cosmetics Lady Manderly had so eagerly pushed into your hands. Red tint, she had said, to paint your lips and enhance your natural attributes in other areas. The woman had even had the nerve to point at your breasts!

It was ridiculous, this whole thing. Had you been born a man, there would be no need for this nonsense. Had you not been born a Stark, it would still be happening, but perhaps in not such a brutal way. Or had you not been tempered by the cold, made so brazen to insult and oppose Otto Hightower, perhaps your punishment wouldn’t be marital rape.

Still. It was your duty, and you intended to perform it. It was the only way to keep Cregan, Rickon and Sara safe. And you would do it. Prince Daemon, your lord husband, as he insisted you called him, could surely get the deed done faster with the proper incentives.

You took off your gown, having been previously unlaced by your trusty maid. You put on the dreaded, lacy shift. The latest fashion in Dorne, you had been told. For how expensive it was, it certainly was made of little fabric. You glared at your reflection, watching how the long sleeves had a vertical cut that made them useless. Your skin broke out in goosebumps, as you wished you could add more wood to the fire.

Some rustling could be heard outside your room and you panicked. You were running out of time. The tint! Made of some berries, you hoped didn’t poison you. You quickly rubbed it on your lips and cheeks, trying to seem less like the terrified girl you were and more like an appealing sight. You sat down, primly, on the foot of the bed just in time for Daemon to enter the room.

“Wife.” He rumbled, coming to stand in front of you. Daemon had docked his furs and armor, his sword no longer rested at his side, just as your agreement dictated. He had come to you unarmed and barefooted, yet it didn’t make him cut a less intimidating figure in the least. His purple eyes looked at the tint with curiosity, and plucked it from your hands. “Getting ready for me? I’m touched.”

You glared at him, trying to hide how much nerves pooled in your stomach, how you were cold from fear, skin clammy and pale.

“If I must…” You shifted to your hands and knees, and lifted your shift, exposing your naked folds and arse. It was quite the vulnerable position, and heat started to spread almost immediately to your cheeks and neck. You hated the humiliation it brought you.

Daemon’s breath hitched. Clearly affected by the sight of your prone, soft body, on the bed. “What are you doing, zoklītsos?” His hand went to your exposed folds, finding you as dry as the sands of the dornish deserts. You nearly jolted at the touch, and only his hand on your hips kept you in place. It was not a good omen, you had gathered, from nights spent exploring your body before the cold and worries had turned you into the frigid ice queen the lords in the South accused you of being.

“Go ahead. Do it.” You closed your eyes, keeping them tightly shut, and braced yourself for the pain. Daemon tsked, his warm palm caressing your bottom.

“Hells, you have been deprived.” He pulled your shift down, covering you.

“I do not understand.” You frowned, looking at him over your shoulder, still on your hands and knees. “This is right, I know. I have seen animals do it.” Your tone was of absolute confidence, petulant, even. To you, it was one of the facts of life. The sky was blue, the sun rose in the west, and fucking was done on one’s hands and knees, with the man behind you. It cracked Daemon out. He snorted, hands still busy fixing your shift. It soon turned into a full-blown belly laugh, at your icy glare.

“Poor little wife, your previous lovers have done you wrong.” He palmed at your ass. You hated how the warmth of his palms made you shiver. Good gods, how was he so warm, barefoot as he was and in only a linen shirt? You wanted to kick at him, at the offense of your virtue, perhaps make an icy comment, but you were frozen in shame. “Unless…” Daemon’s hands moved to your stomach, urging you to get up on your knees. He pressed a kiss to your exposed nape when you did, as if rewarding you. Stubbornly, you tried to escape his grip, but he only hugged you tighter. “Oh, what a treat you are… The gift that keeps on giving, zoklītsos.”

“Shut up and get it over with.”

“Don’t be like that, little wife.” He kissed your jaw, tenderly, and when you moved your face away from him, Daemon adapted and started kissing a path down your exposed neck. “You wouldn’t like that, sweet innocent virgin you are. I would tear you apart, and that's no fun.”

“Oh, by the…” You muttered, exasperated. You tried telling yourself that the red of your cheeks was out of rage and not embarrassment. Used as you were at being the smartest one in the room, you deeply disliked how out of your depth you were here. It was not your fault, being uneducated on these matters. Orphaned when you were a lady just flowered, there had been no time for anything else but caring for your siblings. “Why must every woman you meet burn for you?”

“Because I am the blood of the dragon. Heat is in my veins.” He mouthed at your shoulder, this time. His kisses felt like a trail of fire down your body. It was… Waking feelings you didn’t wish to have. Nipples pebbling, hairs standing up, pleasant shivers and all. You breathed in and out, trying to control yourself. Daemon pushed the sleeve of your shift down. “My proper little wife. My ice queen. You will melt, in the end.” He kissed back up and towards your ear, whispering, cruelly. “They all do.”

Your breath hitched. A slip. The first of the night. You could feel Daemon’s smirk against your skin.

“Do you really want to find out how the fire in your veins meets the ice in mine?” You remarked, coldly. It was an attempt at projecting a bravery you did not feel. Bravado. Nothing more. And Daemon could tell.

“Fire can melt ice.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on your throat. With the way he held you, curling and uncurling around you, Daemon reminded you more of a snake than a dragon. You felt as if you were in the grip of a boa, constricting around you, robbing you from your air, leaving you breathless. It was wrong, being so excited at being the sole focus of such a predator. But heat was pooling between your legs, you were getting embarrassingly slick.

“Ice can put out a fire.” You warned, one of your hands going to his silver locks and tugging. You got exactly the opposite reaction of what you wanted. Daemon’s eyes closed, expression turning into a delightful mix of pleasure and pain.

“Only a fool would meet your ice head on.” He kissed your sternum. You remained as still as a sculpture. He tugged at the sleeves, until they gave. There went the dornish shift, ruined forever. You felt a distant rage at having wasted so much gold on it for him to rip it apart. Daemon drank the sight of your exposed chest eagerly, seemingly entranced. You tried covering yourself, but he grabbed at your wrists.

“I think not, Lady Wife.” Then, very tenderly, he pressed kisses to the top of your breasts. You whined, low in your throat. It felt good, and he had no right, no right at all, to get your body to betray you like this. “You see… A tiny flame, if constant, can begin…” Daemon kissed lower, encircling your areola, purple eyes gleaming with mischief. “To melt your ice.” And with that, he took your nipple into his mouth, making you let out a little scream. You squirmed, feeling more wetness gather between your thighs. If you wanted to keep your dignity, you had to get away from him. But Daemon’s grip wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard you tried.

“No… I… Husband… Please. Please.” You begged, shame so deep you were nearly in tears. How it was that easy for him to take you apart, you didn’t know. Despite your pleas, his tongue circled your nipple, his lips making nearly a vacuum around it. His hand came up to pinch at your other nipple, warning. “I don’t want this, please. Just… Just…” But whatever you were saying got lost into your moans, until you were unable to know if you were asking him to stop the sweet torture or give you more of it.

When your tears started to fall in earnest, Daemon let go of your breast with a nearly obscene slurp.

“What is it, zoklītsos? You don’t want the attention of your Prince?” You nodded, and he gave you a mocking little coo. It almost made you think he would stop. Almost. If not for his hands, bunching up your shift until you were exposed once again. Under the candlelight, your cunt glistened with how much wetness you had produced. You tried to close your legs, but he kneeled, forcefully keeping them apart with his torso.

“No. I doubt that's the problem.” Daemon rubbed a finger against your entrance, not putting it in, but just pressing. “I think my little ice queen is melting. A big puddle, she is turning into.”

“You think…” You got cut off by a moan. Daemon had found your pearl, and it seemed he knew exactly what to do with it. “Yourself so smart. Smug…” He pushed a finger inside you, making you yelp, and effectively unable to finish your sentence.

“If you still have coherent thoughts…” He pulled away from you, taking his shirt off. Your eyes immediately were pulled, as if by magnet, to his chest. He had a warrior’s body, muscles all functional. Deliciously broad shoulders, toned stomach with the slightest hint of definition, yet still slender in the way most Targaryens were. Closer to gods, indeed. He bent down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach, making you squirm.

“Lord Husband…” You warned, noticing how his kisses started to approach your privates.

“Lady Wife.” Daemon repeated, with a mocking tone. Then, he curiously pressed a finger against your button. This time, your hips bucked, and you were unable to quiet the moan that slipped from your parted lips. “Such a pretty cunt you have.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Oh, but where is the fun in that, zoklītsos?” He spread you apart, as if opening up the petals of a flower, gentle but so casual. “If I wanted a quick fuck, I would have taken one of your servants, or found myself a whore.” Daemon leaned down and licked a strip over your cunt. In your haste to muffle a scream, you brought one of your hands to your mouth and bit down on your palm until you tasted blood. It was the oddest feeling, a line of scorching hot electricity on your exposed sex. “I intend to enjoy you. As often as I can. That’s why I accepted marrying you.”

“I don’t… I….” You muttered, but you weren’t really opposing him anymore. It was impossible to think about anything apart from what he was doing, of how his heat and wanton ways were starting to warm your blood too. Daemon kept licking at you, making your hips twitch. He was entirely ignoring your pleas, apparently finding great pleasure in the way he took you apart.

You felt like you were burning up, as if something that had been long asleep in you had started to be awakened. Long hidden and forgotten desires that were making themselves known. You found yourself looking down, mesmerized by the sight of the blond shock of hair between your parted thighs and how it bobbed up and down with each eager lick he took. Your hand reached down, tangling in Daemon’s hair, and it was then, you got pulled over the edge.

Daemon would later say it had been the way he had groaned against your pearl, what had made your thighs quiver and tummy tense, an impossible amount of wetness dripping down your thighs. You would say, if asked, it had been the way his purple eyes met yours, mouth still busy at devouring your cunt and face twisted into the most smug and deviant expression you had ever seen. Whatever it was, it pleased him greatly.

“I knew you had it in you. You weren’t cold.” Daemon whispered against your skin, kissing a path towards your mouth. He was unhurried, dedicating lavish kisses to your hipbone, moving to mouth along your belly button, gnawing hungrily at your ribs. Under him, your body went lax and pliant, spent with the first climax you had experienced under his careful touches. “You just needed a dragon to warm you up.” He licked at the sweat collecting in the hollow of your throat, before finally pressing a kiss to your lips.

This time, you answered. You took his lower lip between yours, playfully. You could taste and smell yourself on him, and it was more alluring than what you had ever thought.

“Good.” He said, pulling back. He started to undo his breeches, and you felt panic grip at you some more. This was it. You had to fulfill your end of the deal with him, let him take you. As if he could feel your nerves, Daemon rubbed your thigh, affectionate. “Do not fret, zoklītsos. You will enjoy this, too.”

“It is meant to hurt.” You answered him, pouting. He tapped at your lower lip, gently.

“Put that away, before I have to bite it.” Daemon took out his cock and rubbed it up and down your folds, gathering the wetness. Despite your fears, a wave of desire overtook you. His fingers had felt good, so had his tongue. You wondered if this, too, could be pleasurable. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many bastards being born in Westeros, right? But you were supposed to bleed. Bleeding was not pleasant, ever.

“I…” You grabbed at one of his hands, holding on for dear life. He may not have been your choice of husband, but he had vowed to protect you under his gods, standing in the sand and mixing your blood with him. Daemon took his valyrian vows seriously. You were desperate for any scraps of reassurance he was willing to give, even if in normal circumstances you would have rather died than be helped by him.

“It won’t hurt.” Daemon said, kissing your forehead. You looked up at him, eyes wide in fear. He squeezed your hand and lined himself up. You felt the tip of his cock nudge at your entrance, and wondered what it looked like. It felt blunt, and it was very warm. “I will do it on one thrust, like ripping a bandage off. You probably don’t have your maidenhead, with how fond you are of riding. And if you do, you are more than wet enough.”

“Lady Manderly said it hurt her, the first time.” You pouted again, and this time, he did good on his promise. He leaned down and kissed you, biting at your lower lip playfully.

“She has a fool for a husband.” Daemon muttered, kissing your ear. You shivered, nearly mewling. You weren’t aware of how sensitive you were there. “Trust me on this. I know more about it.”

“Taken many maidenheads?” You remarked, with a hint of a teasing smile on your lips.

“Jealous, ice queen?” Daemon licked a strip down the base of your neck towards your jaw. “You will have to admit you know little of the topic.”

“I would say I know plenty.” You answered, glowering, just as he thrust inside of you, seemingly tired of the conversation. At the sudden feeling of fullness, you yelped. But there was no pain, as he had promised. Only an odd feeling of being stretched and filled to the brim, and a slight discomfort. “Rude.”

Daemon smirked. He stayed still, letting you time to adjust. You took a deep breath, and shifted to rest your weight on your elbows, to take a curious look at where you were joined. To your disappointment, you could only see a cloud of light hair, mixing with yours, hips impossibly close.

“Did it hurt?” Daemon flicked at your pearl, absent-mindedly. He groaned when that made your walls tighten around him.

You glared.

“No.”

“You silly girl.” He laughed, starting to thrust. The friction felt good immediately, and you moaned, grabbing at his shoulders. “And you thought fucking could only be done on your hands and knees.”

You didn’t answer, choosing instead to cling to him, mouth falling open in moans you were unable to keep quiet anymore.

“Fucking is a pleasure.” Daemon insisted, pinching at one of your nipples, You whined. He could be telling you the secrets of the realm, and you wouldn’t care. “And I will teach you all about it.” He grunted in your ear.

You were too gone to care about his smugness. Your heels dug into his back, pulling him closer and closer. You met him thrust by thrust, scratching at his back until your nails were bloody. Daemon kissed you and tugged at your hair, desperate to claim you. You could hear his silent laughter, feel his mocking smile against your skin. He had finally gotten what he wanted, a reaction out of you. It could not be faked, this pure, raw emotion. Soon, his fingers found their way to your button, making you whine and squirm. It was too much for your poor, abused body. You screamed his name as you reached your second peak of the night.

Daemon thrust several more times, practically vibrating with smugness. He grabbed at your body, fingers digging in the flesh, surely bruising your hips. His mouth was slightly parted, and something stirred in you at seeing him so raw. Daemon had been right, you realized. Many moons before, he had said bodies spoke and were honest in ways their owners were not. And so, you let yours speak, tugging at his hair, sucking bruises in his pale neck. Perhaps there was something there, in the way he held you closer, shuddering and spilling himself with a muffled cry. Something that mere lust couldn't explain.

You both laid there, panting. Daemon looked down at you, and brushed your sweaty hair out of your face.

“I think, Lady Wife, that the coldness of the North might just be bearable.”

be quiet

cw: noncon, somno, choking, degradation, rough

a quickie~

I drift in suspension, somewhere between sleep and awake. The world around me fades in and out, soft sounds that seem so far away. Something shifts besides me, an extra weight that feels so warm and close. A whine leaves my lips as I feel that something wrap around me, pulling me in closer.

My whole body becomes alight with heat, sensations dance across my skin as I feel the warmth envelop me, drown me. A sudden stretch, a sting fills me, and I startle awake, my eyes snapping open suddenly as the realization dawns on me - this is not a dream.

"Wha-?" my voice starts before a hand clamps down harshly over my mouth.

"Shhhh," comes a familiar voice against the shell of my ear, "careful now, wouldn't want to wake the whole house."

He rolls his hips against me, and I feel his cock push into my pussy harder, fully sheathing himself in the wet heat. Shaking my head a bit, my hands grip at the one around my mouth, nails digging into flesh. His grip only tightens, squeezing my jaw with bruising force.

"Don't start, baby," comes his rough voice again, authority weighing down his words, "We wouldn't want the whole house to find out how wet you get every time I sneak in here. Just be the good little slut you are and let me use you."

He starts moving then as his words settle over me, holding a finality at the consequences of us being found out. My grip on his arm tightens as I bite back the moans his rough thrusting forces from me. Every time his cock pushes inside my tight walls, the stretch fills me with a rush of heat which has me devolving into whimpers.

He groans quietly in appreciation as my pussy tightens around his cock. His hand over my mouth traces the curve of my chin before sliding down, settling over my throat and squeezing. My soft sounds stop completely as the lack of oxygen has me dizzy. The combination of the pressure on my throat with the aggressive pumping of his cock inside me has me seeing stars.

As his hand tightens around my neck, my pussy tightens harder around his cock. "See," he whispers, voice raw with need, "you're such a fucking slut. Your pussy is begging for it despite the fact you wanted to fight me early. Stupid little bitch."

Each word is punctuated by a harsh thrust, pumping his hips in a rough tempo that has his cock barreling against my cervix. I feel myself spiraling, overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure, giddy with all of it. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel darkness creeping around the edges before my walls convulse messily.

A choking sound erupts from my throat as my pussy clamps around his length, desperately milking it. I gush around him, drenching us both in my juices when I cum. He groans softly in surprise as he feels the mess, the tightness before fucking into me more aggressively, a man possessed. Once, twice, then he stills as I feel hot cum pouring into me.

His grip on my throat remains firm as he holds himself inside me, both of us coming down from our orgasms. The black creeps in more, the sleepiness overwhelming me again as I feel myself slipping away into unconsciousness.

The last bit of the world begins to fade, and I feel his fingers ease from my throat. "Just one more time," he promises just as I drift away.

I'd love to cuddle someone with a bunch of toys on. Vibrators, rope, dog bone gag, dildos and everything possible. Put it all on high while I cuddle them and hold them tight so I can feel them struggle.

I'll play with their hair, rubbing their body all over while whispering, encouraging words to them like

"You're doing so good, puppy. Keep going"

"You squeezing me so tight, darling."

"You can cum all you want, baby"

Or maybe I'll be mean and say

"You're moving around too much. Stop it"

"You're cumming again? You're so pathetic"

"You're wayyyy too fucking loud"

Maybe I'll replace the dildo in them so I can feel their needy little hole tighten around me as they orgasm.

I wonder how long it would be when they give up trying to hold it in and just start uncontrollably twitching and moaning.

I'll be sure to kiss them while saying even more words into their ear

"Shhhh. Just keep cumming, honey"

"Just let it alllll out"

"You're so cute when you lose control"

Maybe while they squirm, they'd naturally have me slide in and out of them making them feel even better. I'm sure they'd be so desperate to be filled up with cum so they'd move and struggle more trying to get me to fill their little stomach up with cum.

Maybe if I do, I'll pull them really tight to hold them down so they can do nothing but take the stimulation from the toys while they feel me fill their stupid little hole up.

Ahhh, but it's just a fantasy :(

No one to make it true

hi sal,, would u perhaps,,, consider doing a cum review (like u did dick analyses) for the hq boys?? 👉👈

sure why the hell not :D disclaimer that this isn’t meant to be realistic in any way, just for fun! so if you see something n you’re like hm, that’s not possible! yes it is. it is. i said so.

includes; bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tōru, miya osamu, miya atsumu, suna rintarō, matsukawa issei

let me know if you want some other boys done!

HAIKYUU CUM REVIEW

bokuto kōtarō; i once saw this video of this guy orgasming and he came in buckets. like there was so fucking much and it was so thick too. that is bokuto. he cums so much it’s not a joke, like his balls are always so full. his cum is a very thick white and sticky and it doesn’t taste half bad?? like he’s an athlete so he’s obviously taking care of his health, but it’s mostly just warm and takes like nothing, with kinda a salty aftertaste? in other words, tolerable! also, king of overstimulation <3 (on himself & you). like he’s not usually sated with one orgasm, and has to cum more than once ykyk. so it’s a proper mess with him.

iwaizumi hajime; omg okay so his cum’s kinda more watery, still sticky and slippery though, but it’s a little clearer yk, so a transparent white? tastes kinda mildly bitter but he’s an athletic trainer, so he’s also obviously very healthy. it‘s not bitter in the sense that it has you gagging, it’s bitter in the sense that it has like. no taste. more texture than anything. he cums a moderate amount too, like it’s a good couple of strong spurts. he physically cannot get himself to cum more than once in a row, like the pain is kinda paralyzing, but he can go multiple rounds don’t doubt that <3

oikawa tōru; ugh :( ik he has a sweet tooth and because he’s desperate to stay healthy, he eats so much fruit. in turn, his cum probably has a sweeter tang to it, like it’s obviously not sweet, it still is generally tasteless but it’s a lot more tolerable because of his diet and food preferences. it’s milky white and he cums in thinner spurts, but still like relatively a lot. he is incredibly, and i mean incredibly, sensitive, so you’re gonna need to give his dick a minute or two before it can be touched again. wait also tōru leaks so much precum and has pretty pink balls bye

miya osamu; cum bucket part two lmfao <3 cums in thick spurts, and it goes on and on and on and on. his cum is very thick too, like the texture is less sticky when he first spills because of how thick it is. it’s a bright white color like pure white. says it looks so good on your skin <//3 tastes hella salty :/ but it’s not disgusting it’s just. salty. yeah. it hurts to, but he can withstand to keep fucking or let you keep sucking after an orgasm. he’s got breeder balls after all <3 he’ll only leave you alone when his balls are empty empty.

miya atsumu; if there’s one thing the twins have in common is that they both have so much to give <3 atsumu’s dick is a lot more sensitive than osamu’s though, so while osamu can withstand the pain of overstimulation, atsumu can’t. will he stop though? no. he cums in thick spurts, but his actual cum is less thick than samu’s, and it’s a duller white. very sticky :/ also very salty :/ but it gets better the more he takes care of his diet as a professional athlete. like it starts to have more of a salty aftertaste than for it to be salty in general yk?

suna rintarō; his cum tastes so bitter help. kind of like atsumu, when he becomes more professional and it’s kind of his job to take care of his health, it starts to taste less bitter, and more like nothing, but there’s still that dull aftertaste. so sticky too, but less so when he first cums and more when it’s like all dried up. let me do my best to describe the color. it’s white, a bright white, but it has a translucence to it? not clear or see through white, or grey, because it’s a deep bright white, but also translucent. anyways. he’ll need a minute after cumming but that’s all. just a minute :)

matsukawa issei; i remembered to add him after i posted pls anyways. thick thick thick cum, but it’s a translucent white also, similar to suna’s description but brighter and less clear. thick spurts, thick texture, thick everything help. it tastes kind of?? metallic?? like the aftertaste?? he has less incentive to take care of his health after high school so yk, it’ll stay like that. and !!! he likes fucking you till his cum has no choice but to leak out so,,, overstimulation? he’s with it <3

i’m down so fucking bad help me <//3

Flaxan Mark Smut??

Swapping DNA

Synopsis: Flaxan Mark is a man on a mission, but that mission comes to a halt when he finds you again, desperate for you.

Warnings: Smut, aphrodesiac, nipple play. Shower sex.MDNI

Sorry this is quite the short fic, I don’t know too much about Flaxan mark but I hope to write more and learn more, im currently reading the issue with Thragg’s war😭 Happy sunday🩷

The invincible attacks didn’t bother you as a super yourself. You weren’t incredibly strong, you were more of a defense player in this world. It only bothered you that these variants were smearing Mark’s character. The world would stand against this, still trusting invincible after the fact which was a blessing in disguise. You helped take down what you all had thought were the last of the variants. Cecil and Donald thanked you for your work, and you went off to finally rest at home. The shower was steaming hot. The last three days were challenging and the stress was washing away. Your powers had a small setback, anytime you felt relief of any kind, your body would emit a powerful scent of wet roses or anything you could imagine that would set the tone of relaxation and release. Your body had it. It was hard for you to work with the others and stay after fighting, even your sweat had the potential to be a little dangerous. You dried your face and body, finally wrapping the towel around you and pulling the curtain back. To your utter shock, it wasn’t your world’s mark, but instead, the Flaxan variant. You just stood in shock as you gripped your towel.

“Don’t speak— I just.. I needed to see you before I leave. I was sent here to destroy this world but I know your smell from universes away.” He whined.

He was affected horribly by your aphrodisiacal smells.

This Mark couldn’t resist the urge anymore, he removed his armor and turned the hot water back on. He had a wristband on, you hadn’t seen one of those since the flaxans attacked.. he was part Flaxan?

“Get back in.” He demanded. You threw your towel off, obeying his command.

The hot water steamed the bathroom back up, Mark’s naked body collided with your own as he pulled you into a kiss, he was desperate, all due to you. He wanted more of you, more of the sensation of being with you and the only sensation that could beat that is coming inside you. He felt your breasts as both of your wet body parts reached for eachother. He knelt down catching one of your nipples in his mouth as the other was being played with by his hand. Your moans filled the bathroom, the scent getting stronger and Flaxan mark gettigg by more aroused. He was so hard it hurt. He needed the sweet release of your gummy walls now.

He turned you around and held your waist as he wasted no time kissing your entrance with his tip. He kept going until your entrance opened up for him, swallowing him whole.

“Mmmmm..” he groaned.

“Ah- right there.” You moaned.

He was gripping you tighter the harder he pounded, your wall as sucking him in and clenching around him so intensely.

“I-mmmm -I’m not gonna last any longer l— please.” He groaned.

It was your time to shine, pushing yourself back harder on his shaft as you heard the squish and squelch of both of you connecting. He held you still as he got closer and closer.

“That’s it, just like that— ohh god I’m gonna—“

And just like that, Flaxan mark released into you, continuing to thrust until he was all out of cum. He was all tired out and you ? You were ready for round two…