Scientific Method

shout to non-human characters with emotional detachment and has a burning desire to feel alive and human but is a lil fucked up in the head. one of my favorite genders fr

If he appeared in my room then that would be a shame 😔😔😔

there’s a little boy staring up at you.

he has a dull expression but he seems entirely content and occupied sucking on a lolly while a tiny hand of his is buried inside his father’s big one.

“megumi. greet her.”

you take in toji’s stern but soft voice and smile at the child as he continues to stay still. megumi lets the air linger for a couple seconds before he decides to bring the candy out of his mouth.

“hello.”

waiting for a few more seconds it struck you that that was all he was planning to say. but it was ok. he just seemed to be a boy of few words.

“oh, hi. it’s so nice to meet you.” you’d hoped the expression on your face reassured him that he had no reason to worry as you noticed his hand grip tighter against toji’s.

a simple nod was all you got before you heard toji speak up.

“i know this is a first date but i wanted to introduce you to him.”

his words were simple and clear.

your heart could only throb as you took in the sight before you; a little boy who was stuck to his fathers’s side, a hint of wariness in his eyes before he quickly averted his gaze.

this must be new to him and you internally winced at the thought of him thinking you were trying to take his father away from him.

but you greatly respected toji for bringing along his child — it was a straightforward and easy move to show you how important megumi was to him.

“and i’m happy you did. i’m looking forward to getting to know you better. the both of you.”

the slight small raise in the younger boy’s eyebrow only had you widening your smile before you caught him stare for a little longer than before; a tint of pink appearing on his cheeks.

He doesn't care at all

Play with Me!

Summary: Interactive SMUT with submissive Miguel! Choose your path! A/N: me when i forgor Art: Andalusia on twt! <<Prev Next>>

-flip him and ride him! take back what's yours! [SELECTED] -let him do the work! turn off your brain!

You wipe the globs of his cum off your lips before using all your strength to flip him over on his back. It was surprisingly easy, Miguel gasping and shivering when you straddle above him. He instinctively bucks his hips up, his cock twitching against your ass. Miguel’s gaze falls to your hips, hands finding purchase in the plushness of it. But you rip his hands off you, lacing your fingers with his and pinning them above his head. Miguel can’t help but moan, biting his lips and cheeks flushing a deep red at being helpless under you. You lift your hips up as you turn your head to look back. Miguel looks with you, watching as you tease him by sliding down only at the tip before slipping back out. Miguel groans, arching his back and thrusting upwards–a squelching sound of his cock penetrating your saliva and precum soaked folds.

Your nails dig into the back of his hand, Miguel groaning and writhing to run from the pain. He looks up at you with hazy eyes, glossy and foggy with desire. He pants softly, hearing his heartbeat in his ears and he licks his lips. Miguel feels you slip off of him, a plea hanging on his tongue.

“Please, please, please, no, no, no, no…” He babbles, his words slurring and voice cracking as he begs. He shakes his head, sweaty strands of brown wavy hair stick to his temple and forehead, a slight bead of sweat resting on his furrowed eyebrows. 

Ever so gently, you slip on and off of him—but only his tip. His poor swollen, aching and creaming tip. Miguel slams his head back into the pillow with a frustrated moan. Crossing his wrists together, you use one hand to keep them pinned above his head while your other—now free—hand to place over his abdomen where the patch of his happy trail is.

You can feel his muscles contracting underneath his warm skin, caving in as you slowly tease his tip. 

Miguel continues to babble and complain. “Not enough.” He says, swallowing the drool that would’ve escaped his mouth. He begs for more, weakly tugging against your hand that keeps him pinned. His chest heaves up and down, his hips bucking.

Your free hand comes up to pinch his nipple, Miguel crying out, his body shivering. 

“Stay still.” You mutter, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly. 

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” He sighs shakily. Miguel hums when he feels your lips on him, his toes curling and uncurling as he tries to focus on not thrusting up into you.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be so good, I promise.” He whispers desperately.

“Mm, you said that before…” You mumble and lift off his tip with a wet shlick.

Miguel purses his lips, arching his head up and veins popping out his neck. He exhales slowly and through his teeth with a hiss. 

“I-I know, I know—“ He groans. “But I mean it this time, believe me—“ Miguel watches as you lean down to where your noses are just barely touching. You could feel his soft but jagged breathing.

“Te lo juro, mi amor. Swear on it, just fuck me, please.” He whimpers. “Take me, use me. I just need you.” Tears well up in his eyes, his heart pounds wildly in his chest, body twitching with anticipation.

You uncross his wrists and lace your fingers with his. You bring them down so that he’s resting his hands by each side of his head. Using that, you anchor yourself to sink down on his cock. 

He chokes, eyes casting downwards to watch your pussy stretch to accommodate his size. Miguel’s entire body tenses, forcing himself down so as to not shove up inside you. He kind of likes this though—your tight hole taking all of him and sliding down easily. 

Still, he pants under his breath, wheezing and feeling the blood rush throughout his body. His hands squeezed yours as he let out a whimper, teary eyes meeting your hazed ones.  His pathetic moans rang out while you slowly fucked yourself on his cock, your lips capturing his. Miguel screws his eyes shut, weakly kissing back as your tongue invades his mouth. Miguel quivers underneath you, his cock throbbing and twitching against your walls.

He knows not to speak, the complaint about speed on the tip of his tongue. Miguel whines weakly with each agonizingly slow roll of your hips. He can feel you pulsating and gripping him.

You on the other hand, let go of his lips, watching them plump up ever so slightly from making out. Your mouth trails along his cheek and jawline, the soft feeling making Miguel’s body twitch. He flexes his fingers, breath uneven while you play around with his nerves.

Your mouth reaches down to his collarbone, wrapping around his skin to suck and bite on it. Miguel arches his back with a plea of your name, his cock throbbing and bucking against your walls. Your hands squeeze his, to remind him of who he is–what he’s supposed to do. Miguel turns his head, trying to bury his face in the pillow as best as he can. He knows one look at you–your eyes and how they darken at him, wanting and waiting to devour him and his sweet reactions– and he’ll explode. He feels your hips raise up, your wetness coating his aching and hard cock–beads of precum dribbling out– and he quivers. You tease his leaking tip, fucking yourself on the engorged weeping top while Miguel squeezes your hands tightly enough for his talons to come out and gently pierce your skin. Your lips suck around his nipple, your tongue flicking and swirling around the nub which makes him arch his back with a whine. His hips buck up, forcing his dick to penetrate you again and it prompts you to moan and bite down on his nipple. He cries, feeling an electric shock shoot down to his groin. You keep pinning his hands to the bed while you begin to rut your hips against his, moving between a fast and slow pace that sends his heart racing and complaints falling from his lips. The slow build up is enough to make his balls tighten, blood rush down to his throbbing length. He huffs and he puffs, chest heaving with each breath, sweat dripping down his brown skin and hair slicked to his forehead. Still, he has half a mind to hold his hips while your ass smacks down with each slap. His legs shake and he makes the biggest mistake of looking at how your pussy wraps around him. Your cunt swallows every inch of him, a glimpse of a wet, sticky mess before enveloping him again. His eyes bob up and down as he watches you work to chase your high, his lips parted and cheeks hot to the touch. His vision is cloudy and he lolls his head up to see the pleasure etched on your face. Perfect lips bitten between your teeth right before squeaking or moaning when the blunt head of his tip nudges against your sweet spot. Tits bouncing and he wants nothing more than to bury his face in them–he’s desperate to please you again, to make you cum faster. The image–the want– is too much for him. Miguel cries out with a piercing scream, eyes rolling up to the ceiling as his fangs pierce down into his bottom lip to minimize his sounds of pleasure. His body trembles with each wave of his orgasm, thick spurts of his cum shooting inside your tight walls and then dripping out of it. His cream flows down his length, coating his cock and balls with his own mess.

The feeling makes him quiver along with the soft thrust of you pressing down on him. He gasps for a deep breath as he looks up at you, mouth dropped open and begging for a kiss.

And so you lean down, capturing his lips into a heated kiss. He moans in delight, trying his best to lean up and deepen it. Your lips drag off his to kiss down to his chin and jawline. Your mouth caresses the shell of his ear.

“Can I trust you?” You hum. 

Miguel, in his haze, nods. His voice croaks as he speaks. “Yes…yes…” 

Your hands leaves his, Miguel unclenching his grip and he relishes in the feeling of your hands running down his chest. 

“Don’t touch me.” You whisper and then place your hands firmly on his stomach, lifting your hips and slamming back down.

Miguel chokes on his moans, grabbing onto the pillow underneath his head and digging his nails into the fabric. He screams, chest arching up but he feels you hold most of him down with your hands as you begin bouncing above him.

He shouts curses and whines, rolling his head back all while shamelessly moaning. He writhes behind you, his cock sensitive after just cumming inside you. He whines your name pathetically after each slam of your hips, your warm cunt surrounding him in a wet squelch.

It’s painful but it feels so good, he can’t help but grow aroused once more—the pleasure is dizzying. 

You use him just like he said he would, slipping on and off his cock with abandon, grunting and sighing as he fills you over and over. You can feel the stretch of his length as it grows hard again, his tip nudging the same G-spot over again. His leftover cum spills out of you slowly, sticking to your pussy and connecting it to his lap in a heap of white slick. Skin slaps against skin, each thrust sends a wave of ecstasy to your core that makes you clench around him.

Miguel’s legs shakes and he sobs, eyes unfocused while his balls tighten up to cum again.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum, oh God.” He babbles, screwing his eyes shut and moaning to the heavens. 

You press down on his stomach and he instinctively caves in, another wave of pleasure washing over him. “Wait.” You pant, halting your bouncing to grind your clit in him in circles.

Miguel uses it as a breather even though the build up of a climax has faded painfully. His red, sweat stricken face falls onto your body on top of him and he curses himself over not being able to touch you. 

He watches numbly as you grind on him, feeling his cock inside you, throbbing and twitching to cover you with his seed again. 

Miguel is snapped out of his haze when you pick yourself up again, leaning over him and gripping his shoulders for leverage while you bounce on him.

“No! Wait!” He cries out, thrashing his legs, toes curling and fingers practically tearing his pillow apart.

He can barely hear the slaps of skin echoing throughout the room while you ride him, using him as your little toy. Your hips and legs ache but you feel so close.

The bubble within you pops, your nails scratching his skin and leaving marks while you shake and moan his name. You feel your face heating up as your climax reaches its highest point. Cumming around him and dripping your juices down his length. Your pussy throbs rhythmically, clenching and unclenching around his shaft.

Meanwhile Miguel cums right after you, bringing his hand to his mouth to bite on, his fangs piercing through skin. But his moans are louder, garbling out your name and his entire body shakes. His vision goes white and it’s a slow way down from his orgasm. His cock aches painfully as it shoots another load inside your wet pussy, painting you walls and flooding down into more of a mess between his legs. 

Miguel heaves, numb and weak as he blinks lazily. His eyelids are heavy but he feels content. You move his hand from his mouth, jaw slack and two pricked holes around his thumb—a bit of blood on his lower lip. 

You smile weakly, shakily pulling yourself off him to which Miguel groans at. His cock flops out of your pussy, glistening with all types of bodily fluids. He whimpers, his tip still leaking some leftover cum.

Your hands gently caress up and down his sides to soothe him. He looks peaceful, even a little tired. Yet, he still reaches out for you, hands trembling until they plant themselves on your waist. His thumbs gently caress your stomach, slowly sliding up to cup your breasts and squeeze them teasingly. A soft smirk is on his face when you squint down at him, Miguel innocently resting his hands at your waist. 

Maybe just one more round…but I guess it’s time to sleep…

a/n: i was not fully aware of what i was writing if im being so honest

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Ino smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact!

──── Your parents may not approve of your relationship with Ino, but that wasn't enough to make him stay away from you, let alone to stop him from invading your room during the night.

"Ah! Takuma, fuck." Ino grinned unabashedly, gripping your hips as he increases the pace of his thrusts.

"Shhh..." He whispers against your ear, slowly licking below the cartilage. "We don't want your dad to come in here and find his good daughter sitting on the troublemaker he forbade you from seeing, isn't it, love?"

Your intimacy throbs, squeezing the hard cock between your wet walls as you ride up and down on Ino's thick length. Your forehead pressed against his shoulder, biting your lips to contain the loud sounds, but unable to help the gasping breaths that escape from oneself.

"Hmm... Fuck, princess." He throws his head back, groaning softly, leaning against the headboard of the bed, lowering his gaze to watch his own cock disappear into your hungry pussy, drawing air through his teeth at the obscene sight. "So damn hot, baby."

You disengage from Ino's shoulder to kiss him messily, intertwining the tongues in quick movements, not holding back the interrupted moan you let out when he held onto your ass more firmly, thrusting deeper into you.

The sound of his full balls slapping against you was starting to get loud, and you wanted to warn him, but all that came out of your mouth were whimpering moans and gasping breaths.

Both stared at each other, intoxicated by one another. "You're almost coming, aren't you, pretty? squeezing me like that..." Ino murmured against your lips, feeling your insides clench around his cock. "Come, kitten, make a mess on me." He urges with his voice still low.

You kiss him again, intending to contain the scandalous moans that wanted to escape your mouth. "Takuma-ah!" You whimper against the boy's soft lips as you unravel against his skilled movements.

Ino releases a restrained grunt against the skin of your shoulder, spurting inside you as his orgasm arrives. Breathing heavily as he gradually slows down his movements.

"Holy shit!" He breathes out. You smile shyly, equally trying to regulate your breathing. "You better go home, Takuma, before my parents come to see what those noises were." You warn him as you give pecks on Ino's lips and try to get out of his lap.

"So is that it? You use me and then just throw me away? I'm just a whore to you, aren't I?" He feigns drama, both of you laughing softly as you lightly tap his shoulder. "Let me stay just a little while longer, okay?" Ino clings to you like a koala, ignoring your protests and holding you affectionately in his embrace.

Takuma Ino's Version! Before concluding the series, is there any other character you would like to suggest?

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Kaiju No.8 Scenarios: How They React to Fem! S/o Overheating During Combat

Featuring: Soshiro Hoshina and Gen Narumi

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Soshiro Hoshina

Even if he was the Vice Captain of Third Division he knew he couldn’t make every miracle come true. He knew someone would be hurt as soon as he arrived to location that called for backup, the location where your group had found unarmed civilians in the middle of a Kaiju attack. He knew you would do something reckless but he wasn’t expecting this, you’d exceeded your suit’s limit, your combat power was still active despite the restrictions being forced back onto your suit.

“Okonogi, status report! I’m two blocks out from (Y/n)’s last pinned location.”, Soshiro yelled into the comm line.

The eerie silence that followed left him feeling much more anxious than before, “Surveillance drones have located her group, honju threat has been neutralized but (y/n)’s suit isn’t cooling down! She’s overheating, body temperature is rising and she’s not listening to my orders to release her combat power.”

Soshiro could feel his blood running cold, it’s been over thirty minutes since you called in to release your combat power restrictions, if you’ve been like this for well over the ten minute limit than you were closer to the brink of death than those actively fighting kaijus. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and sped up his pace, bounding over buildings and rooftops to get to you as fast as he could. He noticed your group from afar, your two cadets slowly moving towards you with their hands raised while you had your sword pointed directly at them. You were hallucinating from the pain and fever, you panted desperately for breath but your lungs couldn’t hold anything. Everything was a blur, every sound set you off, and it hurt. It all hurts so much you can’t bare it, blood is spilling from your tearducts from the fever and blood is slowly beginning to creep up your throat.

“(Y/n)!”, A voice shouted to you, managing to make it into your swirling train of thoughts.

The blurry image of someone with dark violet hair coming in from the sky was enough to gain your attention. Izumo quickly grabbed hold of your blade and twisted your wrist forcing you to let go just as Soshiro landed a few feet away from you.

“(Y/n), it’s me. You recognize my voice don’t you?”, Soshiro’s voice was soft, he wanted to scold you but he could tell you weren’t in your right mind, “Honey I need you to let go, you’re not in danger anymore. You saved everyone here, I need you to just relax, can you do that for me?”

Soshiro wasn’t sure if anything he was saying was getting through to you but the fever had taken its toll on you forcing you to faint. He noticed the way your eyes rolled back before you started to collapse, he caught you in his arms and yelled for medics to get to his location immediately. He didn’t care about the two cadets or about the civilians, you were hurt! You were bleeding and your body was practically cooking itself from the inside out!

“Don’t you dare die on me, not like this. You better not leave me or I’ll hate myself.”, he mumbled against your deaf ear.

Soshiro refused to give you up to anyone until medics had arrived to save you, your fever was catastrophically high so you had to be flown to the closest emergency hospital in order to be treated. Soshiro wasn’t happy, not in the slightest, his eyes were open and showed nothing but rage and fear. He vented all of his frustration out on the remaining yoju in the vicinity and raced to the hospital as soon as he felt a bit more relaxed and level headed. Thankfully you were saved just in time, your fever wasn’t to high that it couldn’t be controlled, the doctors administered IV fluids into your body and kept your room colder than most to help reduce your bodyheat. You were also placed on an oxygen concentrator to try and aide your lungs that suffered the most during your overheat. Thanks to the aggressive treatment you were saved, a week later you were returned to the base fresh and healthy again thanks to the work of the doctors but your Lover refused to ler you go back out on missions.

“Oh come on Hiro, at least let me go out and fight some small size yonju.”, you whined to him watching him suit up for a mission.

He turned to look at you with his cheeky little smile and slowly stalked towards you, “What did the doctors say?”, he hummed playfully, opening his eyes so you could see the murderous glint in them.

You sighed in defeat and returned to your paperwork, “No extreme physical activity for at least two weeks.”

Soshiro laughed at your pouty expression and leaned in to steal a kiss from your plump lips, “That’s right sweetheart, and as your wonderful boyfriend I’ll ensure that restriction gets followed and I’ll add on an extra week for you insubordination.”

“Soshiro!”, you whined, he couldn’t help the playful laugh that spilled from his chest your reaction was just to funny.

“Don’t miss me to much, I love you, see you soon.”, Soshiro waved goodbye as he bolted out the room.

“At least give me a goodbye kiss!”, he could hear you whine from the office, well maybe a few heated kisses wouldn’t hurt. He still technically had about ten minutes before departure. Yeah maybe a few kisses was okay, for good luck.

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Gen Narumi

Never did he think a competition would meeting you to this, you were drenched in kaiju blood and your eyes were black voids compared to the normal glistening gems he always enjoyed staring into. Your combat power had been rising exponentially during this fight against a hydra type kaiju, stubborn thing wouldn’t die and it’s regeneration rate was a nuisance. The more you cut, the more grew, until eventually it was to much but your mind and body were power hungry and nothing would calm you down.

“(L/n) stand down now, that’s an order from your captain!”, Gen yelled at you over the comms but you didn’t even react.

One of the heads lunged at you which drew a wicked smile across your face. You were a blades specialist just like Hoshina and you thrived on the thrill of close combat fights.

“Captain Narumi, (Y/n)’s CP has stopped at 87%. She’s overexerting herself and her timer is about to go off, she’ll be a sitting duck if we don’t do something soon.”, Hasegawa explained firing his machine guns along the neck of the beast.

For the moment it was enough to force you to back away but your eyes darted along the body of the kaiju as if looking for something. Gen clicked his tongue in annoyance noticing what you were doing, “She’s looking for the core.”, he growled, “(Y/n) I said stand down! Back away and get to the medics right now!”

Gen loved you to bits, he really did, you were his equal in every sense of the word but he could never surpass you in stubbornness. He watched you charge at the kaiju with little emotion on your face, your blades elongated against your back and you smiled with a sense of freedom despite the blood spilling from your nose. Every fiber of your being burned but your mind was clear, you could do this.

“Reaching critical, cancellation of combat power release commencing. Seek medical attention immediately, organ failure eminent.”

Your suit’s functions played across the comm lines but even so you didn’t back down, “Just a bit more! A bit more!”, you purred, spitting up blood.

“Hasegawa get ready to catch (Y/n), I’m slamming my bayonet into her and sending her flying your way. She won’t stop until she’s dead.”, Gen hissed, firing several shots at various parts of the hydra kaiju to protect you.

“Understood, I’ll provide you cover fire until you can get to her.”

Gen leapt off of the building he’d been watching from and raced down to catch you before your body shut down on you. That’s when he noticed it, your combat power had just barely reached 90% as you drove your swords along the underbelly of the creature, emerging on the other side of the beast with its impaled core perched on your blade. The kaiju imploded, spraying guts and material everywhere, Gen landed just behind a car which kept him safe from the carnage. He quickly rushed out to get you, “(Y/n)! (Y/n)!”, he shouted, scanning the area for you.

“Gen?”, a weak voice called out to him.

Atop a pile of concrete slabs you sat like a tired child, you looked pale and dazed. Gen rushed to your side allowing you to lean against his chest for support, “Don’t close your eyes Doll. Look at me, we’re gonna get you to a medic and everything’s gonna be okay. (Y/n) do you hear me?”

“M’tired.”, you sigh.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass. Listen to me and don’t knock out, c’mon talk to me. Rub it in my face that you won our bet.”, Gen yells, had it been anyone else he would’ve just sounded mean but you could hear the desperation in his voice.

“Hee loser.”, you laughed finally letting your eyes fall shut.

Oh you were so going to get it now! Gen rushed you to medics himself just to make sure you survived this. No one dared to stop him and even once medics had you in the healing pod it wasn’t enough to douse his worry. Gen never had people that his heart latched on to, he didn’t remember his parents, he didn’t remember anyone from the orphanage, all he had was you.

“Please…(Y/n) baby, please make it out of this.”, Gen begged softly, resting his forehead against the glass of your pod.

A few days passed before any word of you managed to reach his ears, someone informed him you were awake and he rushed to see you as soon as he returned from his mission. He almost slipped skidded towards the door, he was happy to open the med bay only to see your pod empty. “What the hell?”, he huffed, Gen quickly pulled out his phone and called you hoping to hear a response.

“Hello?”

“(Y/n) where are you? The doc’s said you were awake but you’re not here!”

Your laugh echoed over the call, “I’m in your office playing video games, Hasegawa grounded me from mission for a week so I’m here beating your levels in Monster Hunter!”

“I will kill you if you die and lose my progress.”, Gen growled, his eyes glowing with rage towards your betrayal.

“Oh no I’m losing, if only a bratty egomaniac could save me.”, you faked a whine only to hear the rushing steps of your lover on the line.

You were in for an earful but at least you could spend some actual quality time with him. You did win the bet afterall.

"That fucker is back!"

"You still pissed he almost beat you that time~?"

That time: