Bruh

Hey, don't be sad. Dragon with two dicks ok?

One dick is for proper insemination. It's huge, almost as big as you are, you definitely can't take it.

But the other one is much smaller. It's meant purely for pleasure, like a clit. It's still quite big for you but you can definitely fit it inside. It swells inside you, hot, heavy and throbbing.

Your dragon partner is trying very hard to stay composed, you're basically riding the most sensitive part of him. He has to keep his composure so he doesn't hurt your small human body. He just lays there moaning, growling and twitching while his little human rides his dick.

You could even turn around and play with his bigger cock, reaching to rub the tip or hugging your body around it while you keep bouncing.

He can't help but hump the air as he cums, jostling you up and down his length and bringing you to your own climax.

You lay on his stomach, exhausted and covered in cum. He purrs lazily and the vibrations lull you to sleep on his warm belly.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❝𝗷𝗷𝗸 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 + 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀❞

a/n: i'm going insane guys anyway love u all mwah <333333 afab body but no gendered language btw!

part two.

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. *. ⋆ GOJO SATORU

▸ creampies. please just let this man cum inside of you omg he'll go insane. seeing the way his release leaks out of you afterward has him ready for another round almost immediately.

▸ dacryphilia. "you crying'?" says it all right there. he'll coo, a bit mocking, and wipe at the tears running down your cheeks.

▸ size difference. he's so big compared to you. his height, his hands, his dick. he gets off on it so hard seeing you have to look up at him :(

▸ praise (giving + receiving). he'll charm your panties off if you really want, just make sure to let him know how good he's fucking you, too.

▸ overstimulation. hand in hand with dacryphilia. he's not done with you until he's shooting blanks and you're a weeping mess below him.

▸ breeding. listen.. he needs an heir for the gojo clan. he'll fuck you into the mattress for hours on end- he just wants to make sure his baby takes, that's all.

▸ orgasm denial. he's a cocky man, and he knows it. he loves the exhilaration he gets controlling your orgasm, making you beg for it before he gives you any satisfaction.

▸ pussy/thigh/boob jobs. he wants to put good use to all of your body.

. *. ⋆ GETO SUGURU

▸ choking. the feeling of you swallowing as his large hands cusp at your neck is like a drug to him.

▸ begging. seeing you so compliant under him as you plead and cry for his touch... those pretty little eyes and wobbling lip. it's mean, he knows that. he just couldn't care less.

▸ sense deprivation. tying you up and blindfolding you, giving him all that power? he goes crazy for it.

▸ degradation. you wanna be fucked like a slut, he's gonna treat you like one.

▸ edging. when he's feeling really mean, he'll edge you for hours. until you're shaking and whining and the only word you can get out is a broken moan of his name.

▸ impact play. he loves waking up and seeing the red imprint of his hand on your ass oh my godddd don't get him started.

▸ hair pulling (receiving). he wants you to tug at his hair, card your fingers through it, pull it as you're riding his face!!!

▸ sadism. pretty much hand in hand with everything above. he's such a mean boyfriend but he knows how much you love it.

. *. ⋆ CHOSO KAMO

▸ biting. your shoulders, neck, and thighs are full of his teeth marks, almost perpetually. and of course he's not gonna complain if you leave a few bites, too.

▸ begging. show him how much you want him, how badly you need him, and he'll fuck you as much as you want. you just gotta put in a little work first.

▸ worship (giving + receiving). seriously this man worships the ground you walk on from the moment you wake up to the second you fall asleep. he just asks you worship his cock the same

▸ overstimulation. he's fuckin you until his legs are giving out from under him and you're nothing but a fucked out, drooling mess being pressed into the bed.

▸ blood play. i mean... i think this is a given.. will purposefully bite down too hard just to lick the blood clean as an apology.

▸ orgasm denial. he knows once you cum, it's over, and he just wants to stay sat in your pretty pussy a little bit longer- you understand that, right?

▸ somnophilia. his favorite breakfast is in between your thighs. besides, you don't think there's any better way to wake up, anyway.

▸ voyeurism. pleaseeee pleaseee pleaseee let him watch you masturbate it's all he needs in this world !!!!!

. *. ⋆ SUKUNA RYOMEN

▸ anal. he needs to claim every hole your body has to offer. plus true form sukuna is a slut for his double penetration just saying

▸ choking. hearing your choked gasps as he squeezes your throat could make him cum on the damn spot. watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as each second passes on.

▸ exhibitionism. no, he doesn't care that there are other curses around and no, he doesn't care if they can see. you're his, and he'll fuck you anywhere he wants to.

▸ extreme bondage. watching your poor, writhing little human body tug at your restraints uselessly is something he'll never get tired of.

▸ collaring. he'll even get his name custom engraved, just so everyone who looks at you know exactly who you belong to.

▸ degradation. he's a mean thing, but you seem to enjoy that for some reason. he savors in the way you clench around him every time he calls you a whore.

▸ edging. you're not allowed to cum until he's says so, and anything before that? you're in for one hell of a night.

▸ predator/prey. let him chase you through the woods as foreplay. he'll inevitably catch up, of course, but seeing you attempt to get away is so cute to him. especially when he's had enough of the teasing and is pinning you against the nearest tree.

bf geto who loves to baby you

bf geto who feels in control when he does everyday tasks for you like brushing your teeth or washing up for you

bf geto who after the first time you slipped up and called him daddy he never lets it go

bf geto who’s always referring to himself as daddy now even in non sexual situations

Suguru wasn’t sure when it started—the quiet yearning to slow down, to savor the small things. It felt like it crept up on him one lazy evening when Y/N leaned against the counter, her sleepy eyes barely staying open as he stirred the pot of miso soup they’d been craving all day.

“Baby, you’re about two seconds away from face-planting,” he teased, stirring the pot as he glanced at her.

“No, I’m not,” she mumbled, but the yawn that followed completely betrayed her.

Geto smirked and turned off the stove before walking over to her. “Come here,” he said, gently guiding her to sit down at the table. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

She didn’t even argue, just let him set the bowl in front of her and kneel beside her chair with the chopsticks in hand. Scooping up some broth and tofu, he held it to her lips. “Open,” he murmured.

She blinked at him, a little dazed, before taking the bite.

“You’re spoiling me,” she mumbled after swallowing.

“Of course I am,” he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Daddy’s baby deserves it.”

That was how it always went. Little rituals of care—him wiping crumbs off her lips, tying her hair back while she washed her face, and pressing cool cloths to her skin when she was too tired to move.

Tonight was no different.

Y/N was already sitting on the edge of their bed, her head tilting slightly as she waited for him to finish in the bathroom. When Geto came out, washcloth in hand, she looked up at him sleepily.

“Baby, you’re barely awake,” he said softly, kneeling down in front of her.

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, eyes fluttering shut as he cupped her chin and started gently wiping her face. He was slow, careful, brushing the cloth over her cheeks, her nose, and her jaw like she was something delicate.

Her hands came up to hold his wrists loosely. “You don’t have to do this,” she murmured.

He paused, looking at her like he always did—with quiet adoration. “I know,” he said simply, pressing a kiss to her temple. “But I want to.”

She smiled then, that sweet, sleepy smile that always made him weak, and leaned into his touch.

“Come on,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Let’s get my baby to bed.”

is this based off me and my bf yes 😝☝️

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Smut Thesaurus [18+/NSFW]

By request of the discord! Here’s the smut thesaurus I’ve been building to help me write. It’s even longer now because I included some extra words from The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic by  QuinnAnderson on AO3. 

How many words are there for “penis” and “thrust” (that aren’t completely cringey)? Here are all the ones I’ve gathered so far 😂

It’s going under the read-more cut because it’s over 1,000 words in bullet-point form so it is loooong. 

EDIT: Here are some additional pointers!

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀♡ . ˚◞ miguel needs a stress ball (mdni) .ᐟ

stress.

miguel is always under a lot of stress.

of course he is. as leader of a society of super beings and in charge of maintaining infinite amounts of universes, that’s a bomb load of stress.

you, his assistant, have witnessed it all and you can’t do anything about it. the man is stubborn as hell and refuses any advice given to him. lyla has tried many times and it always ends the same.

absolute refusal.

you understand the stress he’s undergoing. although you’re not a spiderperson yourself but being in charge of literally every fucking reality is stressful.

you and miguel have an interesting relationship. if you would consider it a relationship. you’re not exactly friends but he’s comfortable enough to talk you about things he doesn’t talk about with others.

“chingada madre…”

oh you know that phrase by heart now. there’s never a day when miguel says that famous phrase.

stepping foot into his office, you walk over to him since his desk wasn’t levitating. usually he does to avoid anyone but you informed him of your arrival.

“what happened this time?” your voice was so monotone, unimpressed actually.

“another peter parker almost caused a canon disturbance.” oh he sounds really pissed off. the audible irritation in his voice.

“yikes.” much not enthusiasm.

you approach closer towards him. his broad back to you, head lowered. it’s obvious he’s pinching the bridge of his nose. you know him too well.

“i swear— sometimes i regret recruiting certain people.” miguel grumbles.

“the glories of being leader, huh?” you snort.

“cállete.” he shoots a side glare at you.

“you need to chill, man.”

“you think i’m capable to chill?” he scowls.

you shrug, unaffected by his pissed off attitude. “maybe, if you’d listen to lyla about relaxing.”

miguel scoffs, rolling his eyes. “i can’t relax, tonta. i can’t with all this shit on my shoulders.” he plants his hands flat on the desk, staring at the screens.

you roll your eyes too. this dude really needs to relax, even for 5 minutes before he erupts like a volcano. then suddenly, an imaginary light bulb on your head lights up. an idea, a very interesting idea.

“you need a stress reliever.”

you get a side-eye from him. “no, i don’t.”

“que si, tonto. you need to relieve all that stress.”

miguel turns his head to the side, looking at you. “yeah, con que?” he asked curtly.

you ponder for a moment. then, another light bulb lights up. “you need a stress ball.”

oh now you peaked his interest. one thick brow raised in curiosity. “a stress ball?”

“yes.” you nod nonchalantly.

“what kind of stress ball?” he pushed further.

a mischievous smirk forms on your face as you push up your chest. folding your arms over to put emphasis on it, hoping he gets the message.

his brows furrowed in confusion. miguel studies your face then noticed your strange posture. mahogany eyes land on your emphasized chest. thanks to your slightly low cut blouse, there’s a sneak peek of your cleavage. his eyes widen in shock.

“¿estas loca?” he sounds utterly in disbelief. face feeing hot, cheeks burning.

“maybe but it’s an option.” you smirk.

miguel is utterly speechless. heart pounding in his rib cage. cheeks practically burning. you literally just offered your boobs as stress balls for him. how the fuck is he gonna comprehend that? his personal assistant, someone he secretly cares about and has unsure feelings for, is offering her boobs to him.

“this- this isn’t right. we- i shouldn’t.” he stutters, averting your gaze due to shyness.

you roll your eyes. “oh come on, miguel. it’s just a one time thing. i’m offering you a method to help you relieve stress. it’s not like we’re committing a crime.”

“no but it feels like one! you can’t just offer your body to someone as a stress reliever!”

“consider it as a trade. you get a stress reliever and i get a titty message. besides they’ve been achy.”

miguel stares at you completely dumbfounded. eyes wide and mouth hung open. he turns away for a moment to think about this crazy trade. he really shouldn’t accept because he doesn’t want to use your body for his own benefit. it feels wrong, no it is wrong. you’re his assistant, not his lover.

now he’s stressed out about this.

are you really okay with this? offering him to use you? you said it’s a one time thing. just do it and get it over with. it shouldn’t be so bad, right?

with a heavy sigh, he turns around but doesn’t meet your gaze. “fine. just this once.” he points a finger.

“told you.” you snicker and he groans. “now be a good boy and sit on the chair.”

his eyes widen at the pet name. he can’t deny his cock twitching in his suit at that. left completely speechless, miguel obeys and sits down. with a smirk on your face, you walk over to him. his heart raced in chest, pounding like crazy in anticipation. cheeks burning up as you get closer. you silently sit in his lap without warning, straddling him.

oh fuck. his eyes shoot wide open and cock twitches. unlike miguel, you seem normal about it. that same smirk on your face. your hands remain in your lap.

“well… go on.” you encourage him.

how the fuck can he go on? you’re literally sitting on his lap and face merely inches apart. he fights the biggest urge to grab your waist.

his eyes glance down at your chest. the baby pink blouse concealing the stress balls awaiting him. “are you sure about this?” he asked hesitantly.

“yes, i’m sure. you need a stress ball, or should say stress balls.” you chuckle.

miguel still finds it unbelievable this is happening. “should i uh… should i take… it off?” his eyes glance towards your blouse.

“yeah, just don’t rip it off.”

sallowing a big gulp, shaky hands reach up towards the top button of your blouse. miguel slowly unbuttons each one, still a nervous reck. each undone button, he catches a snippet of your breasts. his breath gets caught in his throat when he fully unbuttons your blouse, your bra revealed to him.

he bites back a groan seeing how the cups of your bra hug your breasts graciously. your cleavage presented like a gift to him. fuck he feels himself growing hard. those shaky hands slowly reach towards your breasts. your eyes follow them, anticipation flowing through your veins. both of you sigh as his hands touch your breasts. only a light touch of his skin and your heart goes berserk.

his hands are so big, one tit fits one palm so perfectly. in fact, they’re way bigger than your breasts. they cover them entirely, your chest. he gently cups them, making you inhale sharply. his cock twitches at the feeling of your tits in his hands. very slowly, miguel gives them a light squeeze. you exhale softly, lashes fluttering. he then starts kneading very slowly and gently. relishing the squishiness in his palms.

he feels relaxed suddenly. perhaps it is working. miguel is so mesmerized he starts applying a bit of pressure, kneading and squeezing them more. you fight back whimpers and moans. fuck his hands feel so good. he noticed your slightly trembling form and that tells him you’re enjoying this too.

desperate to hear those noises, miguel kneads your tits with more pressure. now playing with them for his pleasure. considered he’s relaxed and the stress fade away. you couldn’t prevent a soft moan falling from your lips when miguel pushes your breasts together and give them a firm squeeze. your back arched instinctively, leaning into his touch. you can feel yourself growing wet, panties damped.

that eggs miguel on. the sweet sound going straight to his cock. his hands continued playing with your soft tits. watching the round fat move in his palms makes him salivate, licking his lips in hunger. giving into temptation, miguel buried his face in your cleavage, in the valley of your breasts and plants hot open-mouth kisses on the soft skin.

another moans spills from your lips. your hands land in his hair, fingers digging into his brown curls. the mixture of his lips and hands on your breasts makes your mind hazy. reaching the state of pleasure.

“miguel~” you moan as you feel his tongue sliding over the round surface of your breast. eyes rolled back in your head and back arched as you grind against his raging erection.

he hums contently as he continues his affectionate attack on your delicate tits. oh yeah the stress is long gone and replaced with pleasure and desire. his hips rolls into yours as you both grind against each other like horny teenagers. so crazy but feels so good.

feeling utterly satisfied, miguel moves away from your breasts and leans back against the chair. his hands come down to your waist, holding you still. your pants echo in the room. both flushed faces and cores burning with want and desire.

“so… you stress relieved?” you ask breathlessly, lashes fluttering and chest heaving.

“yeah… but there’s something else that’s need relief.”

© teenidlegirl. don’t steal, plagiarize, or translate my work. ♡

꒰꒰mdni // masterlist꒱꒱

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, he’s all kind smiles and soft tones but his hands are rough on you and his words are mean. Murmuring things like, “You’re so cute for someone with a cunt this fucking greedy.” Tone light but content dark, his cock driving into you from behind, hands tugging you back onto him like you’re a human ragdoll.

Fucking you so well, just right, getting you so fucking close for the umpteenth time only for him to mock you for how fast he’s getting you to cum again, “Already? So soon? Can’t fucking help yourself, can you?”

Lips trailing up your neck from behind, leaving behind wet kisses as he covers your body in his, hips never stopping their relentless thrusting. “Got such a messy pussy,” he’d coo at you, going quiet only so you can hear the obscene squelching filling the room.

He embarrasses you on purpose, he loves how you shy away from him at his words, but your cunt only grows slicker, coating his cock so well. Your body so completely honest with him where you’re not.

It’s not like he stops either, he’s fucking you until you cum and teasing you for how easy it is the whole time. Only stopping to groan at how you grip him sinfully tight, even then, he’s thinking of how to embarrass you more.

Yeah…𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

Minors DNI 🔞 Sometimes my brain just… creates nefarious thoughts. Pick your poison.

You’d worn that fucking outfit again. The one that hugged your body in all the right places, flashing glimpses of your plush legs.. of that anklet adorning your skin as it twinkled under the lights. The little charm swaying with your movements— his initial —what he’d claimed was an unmistakable statement to everyone there that you belonged to him. His precious girl.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

Fluttering around this party with your friends, laughing on the dance floor like nobody was watching. Like you couldn’t feel his gaze burning into you.. only always you.

To the untrained eye you looked so innocent.

He can’t help the amused twitch at the edges of his lips at the thought. They’d never guess that you were so eager to be a good little slut for him. Never guess that he’d pressed his lips to that little charm while folding you in half before you’d left the house that evening; knees pressing into your chest, ankles framing his face as he pounded those lewd sounds out of you. That you’d had his cum leaking down your thighs the minute you’d stepped foot in the building.

He loved sharing a little secret with you, knowing that you saved that side of yourself just for him.

His good little girl.

DATING PERCY JACKSON HEADCANONS NSFW EDITION 🩵

Warnings: smut obviously, language

He's a switch but more dom/top leaning cause he just wants to take care of you

Please scratch his chest and back he'll go insane

Also loves getting his hair pulled

Instant way to turn him on: kiss his neck

You can tell when he's turned on cause he can't keep a poker face to save his life

Bedroom eyes 24/7 without trying his eyes are just captivating

Constantly thinking about you under him or above him cause he's obsessed with you

Will go feral if you say his name everytime

Please moan its such an ego boost for him

Gets off on your pleasure

He'll praise the shit out of you👏

Praise him or tell him he looks good on top of you and he'll cum

Putting you on the kitchen counter to make out all the time

Yep, you've fucked in the kitchen multiple times before

Will make out with you even if his/your parents are in the room next to you

Loves seeing you undress even if it's not gonna go anywhere

An absolute God, whether it's his skill or how he looks when fucking you, it's insane

Walks out the shower with just a towel/boxers on to make you lose your mind

Wears his sweatpants LOW on his hips like you can see his v line and a little hair peeking out

Service top always

His scars make him look ×10 hotter which you didn't think was possible