Cute

Hello! first, I apologize if there is something that is not understood 😔English is not my first language uwu Second, I love your blog and your writing 💞💞, I don't know if you are recibing ideas, but it would be nice to see an tattoo artist!eren 🤤🥵🥵 that shows you the most delicate and sensitive parts of the body where you can get a tattoo 😳😳😳

Cute

A/N: This was just a dumb and cute drabble I wrote up ok have fun lol

Length: 3.3k

CW: Eren thinks reader is fucking adorable ok love that for him, mention of needles (cause tattoo), oral (f receiving)

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Hello! First, I Apologize If There Is Something That Is Not Understood 😔English Is Not My First Language

You’re staring at the ceiling, anxiously fidgeting your fingers at your sides and swinging your feet as you lay back against the plush leather chair. You’re alone in one of the rooms at the local tattoo shop, waiting for the tattoo artist to begin working on you. It’s the first time you’re getting a tattoo, a small one to match your best friend’s tattoo, placed on the right side of your ribcage.

The tattoo artist, whom you were told by the blonde receptionist is named Eren, hasn’t shown yet and with each passing second your anxiety only gets worse.

Then soon enough he does show, and it only makes you more nervous.

After he comes inside the room, he stands by your chair, tall and muscular with long brown hair and the prettiest green eyes you’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with the tattoo shop’s logo paired with black jeans, and his arms are covered in various tattoos – there doesn’t seem to be any kind of theme, a mixture of symbols, animals, skulls, even some cartoon characters and superheroes. He’s had a lot of work done on him and it shows. It makes you feel just a bit lame, to be so nervous over one silly tattoo.

“Hey, my name’s Eren,” he starts, looking you down from head to toe. He thinks you’re cute, pretty even. Your anxiety over the incoming tattoo is even more adorable, he thinks with a grin.

He sticks out his hand above your chest as a greeting and you place your palm in his, giving it a weak shake as you tell him your name. It makes him laugh, a deep chuckle as he lets go of your hand.

“You’re shaking,” he comments, “Relax, it won’t be so bad.”

He washes his hands in the sink in the corner of the room thoroughly with warm water and soap. After drying them, he turns around to begin gathering his tools and inks. He has a tray on wheels that he places next to your chair where he places down the inks, ink cups, and needles. You can also see that he places a razor and a damp cloth off to the side. The whole set up almost reminds you of a dentist’s office, only the color palette is dark and grungy, and you’ll be feeling a lot more pain than a simple cleaning.

“It’s my first tattoo,” you tell him sheepishly between the clattering of his supplies.

He turns around and quirks an eyebrow, “First tattoo and you pick right above your ribs? That’s brave.”

He snaps on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, and reaches for the razor.

“Is the ribs a bad place to tattoo?” You asked curiously.

“Well… it hurts, not gonna lie to you,” he says, and he lifts his t-shirt to show you his own tattoo on his ribs. It’s very beautiful, an intricate design of colors surrounding a bird, but you only glance at it for a moment, distracted by this man’s chiseled chest and washboard abs. You turn away, heat rising to your cheeks. He takes note of your bashfulness but continues with, “This one hurt like a bitch, to be honest.”

“That’s not doing much to help me feel better,” you mutter as Eren takes a seat on a rolling stool beside you.

He chuckles, “Sorry. Jus’ being honest.”

You turn to him and the both of you are just staring at each other for a while, until Eren laughs again.

“Your top.”

You snap out of your staring contest with those pretty emeralds of his to realize he’s telling you to take your shirt off.

“Right. Sorry.”

You lift your back up off the leather chair, just enough to peel off your shirt from your torso. You bring it over your head and Eren’s treated to the lovely sight of your clothed breasts. It’s not the first time he’s tattooed a woman’s chest, maybe not even the hundredth, but you’re really attractive and he’s a man, what can he do but stare?

You feel your skin growing warm under his gaze, and you realize as he continues to stare with that shit-eating grin that he meant your bra too. You reach behind your back but at the chair’s angle it's hard to take it off.

“Need help?”

“Yeah, okay.”

He leans over you, a gloved hand pressing to your back to find the clip of your bra. It’s cool to the touch and your body gets startled at the contact. Plus, his face is really close and he smells really good.

“Cold?” he asks as he pinches the clasp open. Your bra sags over your shoulders.

“Yeah, just a little,” you reply, a bit of a nervous titter to your voice. You slip your arms out of the bra and now your chest is completely exposed. You lie back and stare at the ceiling, unable to meet his gaze.

“I’m gonna shave the spot where the tattoo goes,” he tells you as he brings the razor close to your chest, “Needa do it so the hair doesn’t get in the way.”

You nod and affirm his actions with a low hum. His left hand comes up to the underside of your breast, and he holds it away as his other hand begins to shave your skin below it. It’s cold and it’s prickly, and you wince with each swipe of the razor against your skin. Eren’s brows are furrowed in concentration and he looks quite endearing with his tongue poking out between his teeth. You want to laugh but don’t, for fear that your chest shaking with laughter would interrupt his work.

He catches you grinning though, eyes turning up to you as he asks, “Got a joke you wanna share with the class, doll?” His voice is full of mirth, only because he finds you really cute.

“It’s nothing…just thinking of something a friend told me,” you lie, and hope it sounds convincing.

It doesn’t, but Eren lets it slide.

He wipes away at your skin with a damp cloth after setting down the razor. Then, he picks up the sheet with the stencil and holds it in front of the location for your tattoo.

His eyes quickly flicker towards your face, as you eagerly await for him to continue. Nervousness has molded into a mixture of fear and anticipation, your nerves still on edge but set to a low frequency thanks to Eren’s calm and honest nature.

He wipes at your skin with the damp cloth once more before setting down the stencil against your skin. He peels away the background paper, leaving a purple etching of what’s to become your tattoo. He allows you a moment to stand up and look in the mirror, to see for the last time how your virgin canvas will look once it’s painted. And he smiles, as he always does whenever a customer approves, as your nervous expression becomes one of excitement.

“It looks great,” you say to his reflection.

“Let’s get started then, yeah?” He says, and you’re back into the black dentist-style chair in the room. Soon the small room is filled with the noise of the tattoo machine and the sounds of Eren’s preparations. In front of you he begins to open the sterile packages for the materials. He sets aside a cup of clean water and some ointment. When everything for the tattoo is ready, he sits back down on the stool and checks with you one final time.

“It’s a small tattoo, won’t take long. It’ll be over before you know it,” he says reassuringly, jade eyes surprisingly calm and gentle. He doesn’t want to worry you, though he knows it will be painful.

You nod silently as he rubs some ointment on your skin. You feel like you’re at the top of the first drop on a rollercoaster, a mixture of fear and excitement buzzing throughout your body.

He grips the tattoo gun in his hand and dips into the black ink, before his other hand comes to your breast once more to hold it away. One last look at you, a silent ‘Ready?’ spoken from his gaze, is quelled by your smile and a single nod from your head.

He begins the tattoo and he wasn’t kidding when he said that shit hurt.

“Deep breaths,” he tells you as he traces the lines of your tattoo. “You’ll get used to it, just relax.”

You do as he says, taking a deep breath and steeling your nerves, your body’s reaction to the pain in the form of your clenched fists at your sides. The tattoo is rather small and simple, and the tracework doesn’t take very long. You ask questions here and there about Eren’s experience tattooing, and about the process and some of the more intricate work he’s done, and he answers all your questions eagerly and honestly. Having conversation with him is quite nice, you find it, though sometimes it’s hard to meet his gaze because he’s just so damn good-looking. But thanks to his distracting conversation and his alluring smiles, by the end of it you’re becoming dull to the painful pinching and stabbing of the needle, and the only thing that hurts is your chest from your heart beating so quickly within it.

When he wipes away at the lines, he smiles up at your weary face, “You did great, champ. Just gotta do the shading. Take a break for a minute while I switch needles.”

He taps your bare thigh with his palm before he stands to switch out the supplies. You relax into the chair, your skin stinging with the pain but otherwise you feel okay. From what you’ve heard, the shading tends to be quite painful too, so you don’t feel like you’re quite out of the woods yet.

The tattoo is a simple black and white, so he doesn’t need to worry about changing and blending several colors, which makes it an easier experience for you. All he does is switch the needle to a mag needle and dips it in the black once more.

“This part will hurt but it’s quick, promise,” he says, watching as your body tenses up again against the chair. You nod and he begins the quick shading work, and holy fuck does shading over your ribs hurt. You’re wincing in pain but otherwise you sit through it, this time in silence as Eren concentrates on the shading.

It’s over quickly, as he promised. “Not so bad was it?” He asks. But the frown on your face proves otherwise.

“That hurt so bad,” you whined comically and he laughed.

“Sorry, angel. Pick an easier spot next time,” he says as he applies the dressings to your tattoo. When it's wrapped up, you look up at him directly. He’s removing his gloves and pushing away the tray with the supplies. When he turns around, his gaze is unreadable. Not that you can get a glimpse into his head, but he's having thoughts and those thoughts concern you.

“So… for next time… which spots do you recommend?” You ask him.

He takes a seat back down on the stool next to you. His eyes dance between your bare chest, your plump wet lips, and your cute innocent-looking doe eyes peering back at him. He’s giving you a look that’s turning more heated with every second. Eren’s whole being seems to perk up at the words ‘next time’.

“You should get a tattoo wherever you want to, but in terms of the pain…” he reaches out a hand to rub down your arms, “Your arms are the easiest – they’re the least sensitive,” then he brushes over your thighs. His palms are warm, his touch is slow and purposeful, “Your thighs too, that's a place that doesn’t hurt much.”

You swallow harshly. “So…So where are the most sensitive parts? What should I avoid?”

His hand is still on your thigh, and he feels you squirming as your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip before tugging it into your teeth. You couldn’t be more obvious about it, but he doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s all the more endearing that you’re being so obvious with your attraction to him.

“Well,” he scoots over towards your feet. You’re wearing flip flops because it’s a hot summer day, and his hands graze over your bare skin, “The feet are the worst. It hurts and it fades, definitely don't do those.”

You nod as he comes back closer to your chest, “Where else?”. You sit up in the chair, and swing your legs to the side so you’re facing him. He scoots closer, spreading his legs so yours are in between his.

“Well the tattoo you just did is one of the worst,” he says, and his hand skips over your raw tattoo, starting at the sternum between your breasts, before slowly tracing up to your throat. He’s deliberately dragging two fingers up against your skin, and relishes in the way you shiver in response. “This whole area’s terrible too. Right above all those bones. Hurts like hell.”

“I’ll remember not to tattoo there,” you reply, and you want to smile, but the way he’s staring at you is so intense your eyes drag down to his lips.

“There’s a couple more spots I can show you,” he says, and it sounds like an invitation.

“Where else, Eren?”

He cups a palm around the back of your neck and brings you closer. “Neck’s pretty painful, though it’s not the worst.” He continues to pull you closer, until you can feel his breath above your lips, “Here’s pretty bad though,” he whispers, capturing your lips for a kiss. He’s not surprised at all when you kiss him back. He pulls away with a smirk, “Lips are really bad.”

“Are they?” You ask, voice going soft as you recover from the daze he’s left you in.

“Yeah,” he leans in again, and tugs your bottom lip between his teeth, before dousing the flame across its surface with his tongue. “Really painful.”

“I’ll–ah–I’ll remember that,” you stutter, because Eren’s lips trace down the path from your lips to your sternum, all patches of skin that would hurt like a bitch to tattoo. His breath is so warm against your skin, which was cool because of the rather chilly room you were in. He left goosebumps behind on each patch of skin his lips touched.

“Here too,” he murmurs as his lips traverse the skin leading to your navel, “Tattoos here are awful.”

His hands rest on your knees, while yours card through his hair. There’s definitely a few more places he hasn’t shown you, but the most important one is the one he wishes to show you now.

“There’s one more, baby,” he says, his face right above your stomach, looking up at you with those fiery green eyes behind the lengths of his brown lashes. “One more place you definitely shouldn’t get tattooed. If you’ll let me show you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers hook on either side of your shorts.

“Show me.”

Your body briefly lifts up from the leather chair as he pulls down your shorts, down over your knees and right off once they are past your ankles. He grins devilishly when he spots your panties, darkened with your wetness.

“Someone’s an eager student, hm?” He teases, and by instinct you move to close your legs. But he pushes them apart, resting the back of your knees in the crevice of his elbows, leaning down to place kisses along your inner thighs. “Definitely don’t get one here,” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, whimpers leaving your throat as he gets closer and closer to your center. When he reaches the skin where your pussy meets your thighs, he licks a stripe up the surface. He pushes you slightly back gently, your thighs now being lifted by his strong arms, and your palms behind your back on the chair to support you. You lean back, your fresh tattoo still stinging a bit, but otherwise you're completely enraptured in this moment with Eren.

Eren hooks a finger under your panties, pushing the fabric aside and tucking it right where he had licked you. Your cunt glistens under the parlor’s lights, slick dripping down your heat, and Eren licks his lips in anticipation.

“You’re so wet, doll…want me to touch you?” he asks, and you nod at his inquiry of consent.

“Yes, please,” you reply, and he can see you’re clenching around nothing. He gives you the touch you so crave by pressing his tongue against your clit, a groan escaping his throat at the taste. He flicks his tongue over your bud several times, and it is then that you note he has a tongue piercing. The cool titanium adds pressure and cools your heat, a sensation you’ve never felt before.

“Eren–that’s–”

“Hm?” he hums against your cunt, sending vibrations through your skin. He realizes, when he presses his tongue against you again, that you’re reeling in reaction to his piercing on your skin. He only smirks, pressing it further between your lips and onto your clit. You’re trying your best to keep quiet (there are others just outside the room, afterall), but your voice is ever so gradually picking up with each time that you moan out Eren’s name.

He slips a finger inside of you as his tongue clamps down on your clit. One of your hands that was behind you on the chair comes up to his hair, and you grab some of his brown locks, pushing him further into you. He doesn’t mind, only picks up the pace of his sucking and licking, sounds becoming more loud and lewd with each passing second.

After the addition of a second finger, the pumping turning into squelching sounds, you feel your orgasm starting to take form in your core.

“Eren, I’m gonna–”

He curls his fingers inside you, brushing that lovely spongy spot inside that has you clenching tight around his digits. He doesn’t let up with his tongue either, and quickly you’re cumming on his fingers, with a loud sob that you hope and pray no one else in the shop heard.

“Good girl,” he says, suckling on his fingers as your chest heaves from your panting. “You taste so sweet,” he says, his voice low as he groans in satisfaction. He leans down and laps up whatever release has dripped down your skin, overstimulation threatening to hit your nerves, but he stops before you could even begin to wince.

You take a deep breath of air, “That was…”

“Good?” He asks with a grin, teetering somewhere between boyish and mischievous. He sets your legs back onto the chair and holds up your shorts for you along with your shirt and bra.

“Yeah… it was good,” you manage to say, embarrassment causing heat to rise to your face and steam to pour out your ears. Eren catches himself laughing again at you, because even after that you are being so damn cute.

You step into your shorts. As you put your top back on, you give Eren a questioning look. Turns out he’d said that last part out loud.

“You think I’m cute?” You ask.

He rises out of the stool to stand before you, and he shoots you a grin. “Yeah…not just think, I know so.”

Eren tacks on an invitation to that statement, asking you out on a date. After you accept, and after he tells you some final instructions for tattoo care and bids you on your way, he walks with you to the exit of the private room. Just before you go, with your hand on the doorknob, he says lowly, just for you to hear:

“Maybe next time I can teach you a little something about piercings.”

“Piercings? Not just the one on your tongue?”

With a wink he says, “I have quite a few more… in places that aren’t so visible.”

And your reaction to that? That was definitely the cutest thing Eren’s ever seen.

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JJK//They get hard in public

Characters: Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Choso

Warning: mature content ahead

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Nanami: Comfortable after just having dinner at a high class restaurant, you extended your legs in an attempt to relax them. But maybe you extended them a little bit too high and too far, as they ended up touching your boyfriend’s sensitive area. He widened his eyes immediately after the contact, adjusting his position in the seat. Letting out a “Hng”, you understood that your action surprised him, making you feel bad thinking that you might have gotten dirt on his clothes. Standing up you asked him to face you. He didn’t know why, and with a questioning face he did as you said. You managed to surprise him once again when you started rubbing a tissue there, trying to clean any possible dirt. You were as surprised as he was when you noticed a bulge forming in his pants. Raising your head, pretty much shocked, you wanted to apologize for getting him hard by mistake. “Nanami I’m so so sorry. This wasn’t my intention, I swear”. He looked so done. It was about time you had to leave but you couldn’t let him get out like that. It was your fault this happened, so you were going to solve the problem.

Getting down on your knees you tried to unzip his pants, but he was faster than you, catching your wrist right when you were about to touch him. “What are you doing!?” “It is my fault so please let me take care of it”. He sighed, slowly letting go of your hand. You were so thankful he reserved a table in a private room, so that other people’s chit chat couldn’t disturb you.

You unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from his boxers. Checking both of your wrists you realized that you didn’t have a clam to tie your hair, but, being as observant as always, Nanami grabbed your hair, holding it carefully so he wouldn’t hurt you in the process. You didn’t waste another second and got to work, taking him in slow at first, hastening your pace after a short while. You were rubbing his cock while sucking it so that he’d cum as fast as possible. Nanami was trying his best not to make any noise, but you could hear him letting out soft groans. He didn’t try to hold it in and he eventually came. You couldn’t have him cumming anywhere around the place so you made sure you swallowed everything. When you were done, you wiped the corner of your lips, making sure there wasn’t any slipping away. He cleared his throat loudly, quickly getting up from his seat. “Come on. We’re going home”

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withloveevv

5 months ago

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎

passenger princess. ⋆ putting you to bed with no complaints. ⋆ he’s got that good fucking dick. ⋆ putting you in a mating press. ⋆ giving toji a sloppy bj. ⋆ using you as his fuck toy.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

he’s such a dumb puppy. ⋆ his favorite gamer girl. ⋆ bottoming out n cumming. ⋆ choso spooning you. ⋆ straddling his lap. ⋆ fucking you on his gaming table. ⋆ how he wakes you up.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

prettily sucking dick. ⋆ pathetically grinding on his boot. ⋆ nanami with a hidden oral fixation. ⋆ smacking your backside. ⋆ cowgirl ver of ‘you’re just a girl.’ ⋆ riding him in cute lingerie.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

kinky shit with gojo. ⋆ going down on him. ⋆ fucking your holes. ⋆ reversed cowgirl. ⋆ doggy with the bear he got you. ⋆ bouncing on his dick. ⋆ delicious backshots. ⋆ fucking you in a maid costume.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

satisfying ghostface with your tongue. ⋆ messy deepthroat. ⋆ fucking in his car. ⋆ gun kink. ⋆ he’s got you chained up. ⋆ such a squishy ass. ⋆ hitting it on them janky ass seats. ⋆ riding him.

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withloveevv

4 months ago

HORNY BRAINROT.

☆ includes: aged up! various characters from bnha

☆ warnings: 18+ content, reader is gn or fem depending on the scenario, drug use (weed & alcohol), somnophilia (consent given prior!!), nsfw. not proofread

thinking of izuku coming back home after a long day at the agency; he bends you over the kitchen table you were both about to eat on, and he skips dinner and goes in for dessert between your thighs.

sucking on eijirou’s cock desperately while he pushes your head down and tells you to take it. when he gets close, he yanks your head off him and you switch to jerking him off, your eyes closing as his cum sprays on your face. he groans loudly when you sweep your fingers across your wet skin and then suck on them, looking up at him innocently.

always a lover of public sex, dabi fucks you in alleyways, on rooftops, behind cars at night, and all across the city. he especially enjoys taking you from behind, your back pressed against his chest and his hand wrapped around your throat — he often fucks you like this in sight of the sky during the #2 hero’s patrols.

sometimes hitoshi can’t sleep, so he gently pulls the blankets away from your sleeping figure, admiring you in the dark. he’ll kiss your tummy, hips, and pelvis, then peel away your underwear, his tongue rushing to taste the sweetness between your folds. when you cum, you moan as though you’re in a dream, rarely waking up — occasionally he’ll make you cum so hard you wake up gasping his name.

keigo finds himself feeling overwhelmed when you ride him, his eyes rolling back and his entire body shaking each time he sees your greedy pussy swallow the whole length of his cock. as he unravels more and more, his wings represent how he feels with their wild movements. when he cums loudly, his wings rush in, wrapping around the both of you, pulling you close to him.

despite his shy demeanor, tamaki is a FREAK. he’ll have you sit in a chair, blindfolded, limbs tied to the back and the legs. then, he’ll tease you with kisses and touches, lightly slapping your thighs if you try to pull free to touch him. after a long while, he’ll spread your pussy open and spit onto your clit, then tease you further.

speaking of spitting, katsuki enjoys spitting into your pussy as well, or making you spit onto his cock to lube it up for sex or jerking him off.

i offer u: denki + hanta tag team. hanta’s on his back, your back is on his chest, his cock is stretching out your ass. while he’s thrusting up into your ass and holding you close, denki’s fucking in and out of your pussy with his overstimulated cock. his cum drips from your cunt and trickles down hanta’s cock, adding more lubrication. a threesome with these two would be insane because they would try out every position and cum once from it before stopping.

despite hating it when you edge him, shoto loves it. he’ll sigh shakily, hissing out, “ah— god, make me cum already, stop fucking with me!” but when you let him get real close, he begs you to stop and edge him. it’s confusing but ultimately he enjoys it, and always cries when he cums after edging.

drinking with katsuki always gets rowdy; he’ll show you off, get jealous more easily, and fuck you harder. after a night at the bar and way too many shots, he hops into an uber with you and heads to an expensive hotel instead of your home. katsuki books a big room, the one with the best view of the city and streets (it’s also 2-4 stories up from the lobby). when you get into the room, he practically rips your clothes off, pushing you against the big window overseeing the people and cars beneath. then, he fucks you right against the window, your tits pressed against the glass.

dry humping with eijirou in his agency office with an unlocked door, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy through layers and layers of clothing. when his precum is dripping through his underwear, and your panties are soaked with your slick, he removes whatever’s in the way, besides your underwear. when you start to get loud as his clothed cock creates more friction against you, he pulls off your wet underwear and stuffs them into your mouth, saying, “shh, baby. you have to be quiet, okay? don’t want any of the staff coming in, right?”

sharing a joint with keigo on the balcony of your shared apartment, plumes of smoke swirling around you as he spreads your legs. he always enjoys making out with your pussy before he eats you out, taking your folds and clit between his lips as he drags his tongue against you. he stares up at you with reddened eyes, desperate for your approving moans and facial expressions.

being fucked doggy style by izuku, either in your pussy or ass, as he praises you and your beautiful reflection in the mirror. “oh, you’re so gorgeous.. make me feel so damn lucky every time i look at you.” if you refuse to look, he leans over you, his pecs pressing into your upper back as he tugs your chin. he demands, “watch yourself cum” or “if you look away, i’ll stop pounding you”

shoto always cums within a few minutes of 69ing with you.. the way you desperately hump at his face and gobble down his cock always proves to be too damn much for him. he used to feel embarrassed, but now he just pushes through the overstimulation and adjusts you how he likes, slurping at your pussy loudly as you moan on his cock.

sexting with denki during his work hours, and sending him sneaky photos of your tits/ass/pussy when you know he’s busy. he’s always so quick to read your messages, and he rushes to the bathroom to hide his boner in a stall. he texts you to tell you what he’s gonna do to you, how desperate he is, or he’ll send mirror selfies, his hard cock visible through his pants.

phone sex with dabi, who easily makes you torture yourself. and god, does he sound good — he tells you what to do, rewarding you with his moans/groans or pictures. he’ll talk you through your orgasm, demanding that you keep fingering yourself or stop to ruin it. if you sob over his instructions, he’ll briefly reassure you, and then tell you to shut up and do what he says (he reminds you to be a good girl/slut or threatens to not fuck you).

god.. hitoshi loves filming you going dumb on his cock. most of the videos in his ‘us vids’ folder start off with him praising you as he moves the camera around your body, capturing every inch of you. “so pretty, god damn.” as the video progresses from gentle to rougher, his hand is wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough for you to gasp often. you’re a mess, babbling pleas as you cry his name, eyes rolling back and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. by the time he’s cumming, you’re begging for him to fill you up, not a single other thought in your head. later, still filming, he thumbs away the saliva at the corner of your mouth; he kisses you and asks if you’re okay.

food play with tamaki, who eagerly gobbles strawberries off your tits, or the whipped cream designs all over your pelvis. even after your skin is free from all the sweetness or its residue, he licks you hungrily, then starts to bite hickeys into your skin. he blushes when you pinch one of his sensitive ears between your fingers and give it a tug — “tamaki, put your tongue to good use and eat me out.”

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withloveevv

3 years ago

SUCK IT AND SEE: jjk men x fem! reader. smut. 1k+ wc.

THEME: how they like to recieve oral.

CW: oral (m). dacryphilia. daddy kink. overstimulation. sex toys. spit kink. cum eating.

FEATURES: fushiguro toji. nanami kento. geto suguru. gojo satoru.

## FUSHIGURO TOJI

toji likes to have you kneeling down in front of him while he stands up. he likes the power rush that said position gives him, the feeling of superiority that leaves him greedy for more, wishing you could stay like that for the rest of eternity, taking him into your mouth so expertly while still looking as angelic as ever — that sight somehow still nearing something absolutely unholy, filthy and yet what he assumed heaven, if there was even one up there, could only look like.

“that’s it… that’s my good girl” he groans, half-lidded eyes fixated on the way your lips stretch around his thick cock, swallowing him whole as his hand is planted at the back of your head, pushing you against his pelvis and keeping you in place for a few seconds before letting go, watching while letting out a deep chuckle as you immediately pull back, gasping for air as more salty tears drench your cheeks.

"you look the prettiest while choking on daddy's cock, you know that right?" he asks almost condescendingly, scarred lips curled into a devilish smirk as he looks down at you, hard cock wet with your spit, twitching and waiting for you to take him into your mouth again. you nod at his words, doing your best to look up at him through teary eyes, watching closely as he taps your cheek, mumbling a simple "then c'mon pretty girl, cry around me some more" before pulling you back towards him.

## NANAMI KENTO

nanami prefers to be the one giving pleasure to his partner in bed, likes making the other feel good so much that he ends up neglecting his own high most of the time — but when you beg so prettily for him there is no way he would ever be able to say no to you, always allowing you to get things done your way when you promise so eagerly that you will be good for him.

"please daddy, please! i promise i'll be good, i swear!" you persist, bending over so your face is close to nanami's while he sits down on his office chair, one of your hands resting at his shoulder and fisting the material of his shirt while the other paws at his crotch, feeling his shaft harden under your touch.

nanami lets out a loud sigh, humming positively to you with a small nod that shoots an instant rush of ecstasy down your body. you immediately begin saying endless strings of "thank you" as you lower yourself, undoing the button of his pants and pulling his cock out of the confinements of his clothing, biting your lower lip at the feeling of its weight against your palm, sweet gaze connecting with nanami's one last time before you are licking his pink tip, suckling on it attentively, feeling him harden and twitch under your touch before you are finally taking more of his length into your mouth, humming pleased as you feel his taste spread through your whole tongue, completely overpowering all your senses.

## GETO SUGURU

geto likes to play with you, to tease you until you start to whine and beg for him to finally touch you, always waiting until you are almost reaching your limit. he only gives into your requests once pretty tears paint your flustered expression and your thighs are shakily pressing together, asking for more more while also begging him to slow down.

"didn't you say you wanted my cock? then take it" geto said, smirk pursing his lips as he looked down at you, his tone and gazee both beyond mocking.

your fingers were trembling as you wrapped them around his girth, timid sobs the only thing leaving your mouth as you forced yourself to look up at him through glossy eyes, tears stinging down your cheeks, all thanks to suguru and the vibrating toy he had shoved inside you what felt like hours prior, leaving you to cum repeatedly around it, promising that would be the last one and that he would finally actually touch you afterwards — not actually following through with his words any of those past times.

"suck it, c'mon. i'll fuck you next if you do a good job" he assures, the glint behind his gaze making you wonder if that is just another empty promise of his. still, you follow through, wrapping your lips around him, moaning against his cock as you feel yet another orgasm build up on your lower stomach, the growing pressure seemingly endless as you choke on his cock.

## GOJO SATORU

gojo loves making you two get messier than necessary in bed, loves when tears are coursing down your face and when spit sticks to your chin, dribbling down your jaw in a persistent reminder that you are his and no one else's. he likes to leave his mark behind in ways that only you two will be able to recall, the knowledge that you two share such secrets seemingly getting him off.

"such a pretty girl, aren't you?" gojo asks, big smile adorning his features as he slightly bends down to tap his fingers against your cheek lovingly, very obviously not caring about the tears that mix with his and your spit on your skin — if anything even smearing them around more.

"do you want my cum?" he questions lightly, straightening up again and wrapping his hand around his hard cock, pumping it slowly and chuckling when you nod eagerly up at him. "keep sucking, then" he adds, biting his lips as he presses his pink tip into your swollen lips, parting them open and watching pleased as you take as much of his length into your mouth as you can, starting to bob your head expertly as you struggle to look up at him, more tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. it doesn't take long before more trails of saliva start flowing from your lips, the sight of it sinful enough to finally make satoru fall over the edge, the familiar salty taste taking over your taste buds as his milky cum starts to dribble down your chin too.

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withloveevv

4 months ago

the first time katsuki sees your pussy, hes in awe.

“shes so fuckin pretty, mama.” he says, trying to softly pull your legs apart. he wanted to try and be gentle for your first time. (yet, you knew he couldnt. and you wanted it rough.) but hes only hanging by a fucking thread. “this all fer me, right?”

you nod, lust taking over your eyes and brain.

“you want me to taste ‘er?” he suggested, eyes lidded from his own lust. you nod, again. and he smiles. “yeah? how bad?”

“please, kat. dont tease me tonight. need you.”

“oh, princess.” he shakes his head and clicks his tongue. he bites your inner thigh, licking at the mark. “yer cunt is telling me to eat her. cant deny body language.”

you bite your own lip, nodding your head.

“mm? tell me what you want, pretty mama.”

“eat me, please.” you have a whine in your voice, clit throbbing from the cool breeze of his dorm and his breathing tickling it. “do what you want to me, i dont care.”

he chuckled, licking his lips as he spread you open. he presses on your lower tummy, signaling you to lay back and be comfortable. “if you say so, dont try to run then.”

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withloveevv

1 month ago

Stepdad Nanami forcefully shoving two thick fingers into your mouth for you to suck on, in hopes of keeping you quiet while he's frantically snapping his hips into your welcoming cunt to relieve some stress from work.

His hands grip your mellowed thighs, spreading them further apart on your desk as his unbuttoned work shirt hangs open, revealing his sweat-slicked, blond hairy chest. Droplets of sweat trailing down his chest and abs… He was supposed to be helping you with your chemistry homework but instead he’s panting and trying his best to stifle his moans on top of you because of the way your tight pussy is fighting to milk his cock dry :(

His cock immediately starts twitching erratically against your warm walls when he hears your mom knocking on your bedroom door to let the two of you know that dinner is ready. After a few sinful minutes later, you head down together, acting as if nothing happened.

The only thing is that you have a sore cunt crammed full of your stepdad’s seed that he’s been saving up in his fat balls all day— waiting to rightfully dispose of it all into his stepdaughter’s hole, to the point where it’s overflowing and steeping down your thighs and onto the chair as you eat dinner.

It’s only a matter of time before Kento is sneakily snaking his calloused hand up your skirt and plugging up your creampied cunt with his fingers to keep his cum in, so he can clean you up with his tongue properly afterwards while he’s telling your mom about how stressful his day was at work.

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withloveevv

3 years ago

Thinking of eren whos so horny he can’t even think properly...

content warning: dry humping, grinding, slight riding, mentions of slick through clothing. wc: 1k

visual: (its porn) video is same as the warnings above!!minors dont interact!!!

Thinking Of Eren Whos So Horny He Can’t Even Think Properly...

Thinking of Eren who's so horny he can’t even properly think. He just knows he needs you immediately, even better when you’re lying right next to him. His body yearned for you, shaky breaths and eager hands reaching out to touch you. You hum as he presses himself behind you, not really thinking of anything as he’s always been the type to be a bit touchy. But then you could feel his hardened member press against the base of your ass, a small gasp leaving your lips as you realize his dilemma.

“Baby I need you.” he whimpers, his words turning into a moan as he digs his head into your shoulder. You could feel his hands roam against your body, taking in every inch of your skin as he whimpered into the crook of your neck.

You feel him slowly start to grind on you, moaning out as he did. His hard member moved effortlessly against your ass, up and down with his movements. You nodded your head, feeling his grip on your tighten as he flipped you over, making direct eye contact with him. His eyes were dark, full of hunger as his face was painted in another light.

He bit down on his lip, eyebrows furrowed with sweat falling from the edges of his forehead. You didn’t know how long he was like this, laying beside him for hours with no sign of his sudden hunger. He cups the side of your face as he lowers himself towards you, lips connecting to yours in a brief kiss.

His kiss was soft, moving his head in small motion as he kissed you. You followed his movements, pressing yourself against him as you tried to close the distance between you two. It stayed that way for awhile until you felt his hands roam the top of your shirt. He wanted you to take it off, pulling on it more as his actions grew more impatient.

You were too indulged in the kiss to even want to move, cupping his face as you continued to kiss him. He moans into your mouth, bringing his hand down as he places it by your hip again. His kisses grew rougher, his impatience wearing in. It wasn’t until you felt the sharpness of his teeth sinking into the skin of your lips that you realized he wanted more, a small smile on your face as he whimpered against you.

You move back as you start to lift yourself up, wrapping your legs on either side of him. You take a moment to straddle him, hands moving to his shoulders for some balance. You start to eye him, taking in all his features. His eyes were the same, pupils growing with each second he sees you on top of him. His hands stayed on your thighs, giving them a quick squeeze before he reached for your sides. His face continued to glow red, small glands of sweat pouring down his face.

He watches as you start to grind yourself on him, hips moving back and forth. A small jest but anything too hear him whine below you, which works. He hissed as you continued, your clothed cunt grinding against the fabric of his briefs and his hardened cock. You chuckle at his expression, grabbing the ends of your top as you start to undress yourself.

“No, I need you now.” he whines, the grip on your hips tightening as throws his head back at the pillow.

You could feel him move you against him, the edge of his cock pressing against your cunt. You gasp at the feelings, a slight moan following after. You knew he was needy, but you didn’t know he would be this way. You couldn’t help but like it, nodding your head as you do as he says.

You slowly start to move yourself on top of him, slow motions as your hips grind and forth. Eren hisses again at the sensation, bringing his head up as he looks at you. He swallows, eyes bloodshot as he feels you move against him. He takes a second as he moves one of his hands towards your shoulder, pushing you against him which makes you cry out.

It felt good, knowing how horny he was for you. You could feel your body warming up, mind growing hazy as he gives you a slight smirk, slight hints of your name leaving the tips of his tongue. You continue, a faster pace as you watch him fall apart below you.

“Fuck just like that.” he groans, hands reaching for the bottoms of your shirt so he could lift it, trying too see a better view of your cunt. “Baby, you drive me crazy.”

You smile at his words, licking your lips as you continue to rut against him. You bring your hand to the sides of his hips, pressing them down on the bed as tries to thrust them in the air. The room grows warm, the smell of sex filling it up. You could tell he wasn’t going to last long and neither were you, seconds later feeling your own cum fill up your panties.

It was the same for Eren, hot loads of cum dripping all over the fabric of his briefs. You continued to grind against him, taking your last movements as you rode out your high. You feel your body start to shake, the last feelings of euphoria washing over as you slow down.

You look down at your boyfriend through your drowsy gaze, watching as a grin beams on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling his hands roam through your body, slowly after feeling the softness of the mattress as he flips you over. He lays on his side, body overtaking yours as he grins, hand resting on the center of your thighs, a slight moan leaving as he finishes with his next words.

“Fuck that was good.” he pants, fingers close to your cunt as his eyess tare at yours, a devlish look that screamed of trouble, knowing what he wanted. “Let me get these clothes off, wanna finish what we started.”

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withloveevv

3 months ago

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☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

⤿ Bakugou Katsuki never believed in sappy romance, until he fell for you.

Bakugou Katsuki didn’t believe in “love at first sight.” It was stupid, unrealistic, and just another distraction. But the first time he saw you—quiet, calm, and completely immersed in a book under the shade of a tree—his world shifted. He didn’t understand it at first, chalking it up to curiosity. But as days turned into weeks, and his glances turned into stolen moments of admiration, he realized he was absolutely gone.

His friends noticed immediately.

“Bro, you’re staring again,” Kaminari teased, smirking.

“Shut up,” Bakugou growled, his ears turning red.

“Just talk to her already!” Kirishima encouraged.

“She’s way out of his league,” Mina chimed in with a playful grin.

He didn’t need their commentary. Bakugou Katsuki was explosive, fearless, and confident in every aspect of his life—except when it came to you.

When he finally gathered the courage to approach you, he was awkward and gruff, masking his nervousness with his usual bravado. “Oi, you dropped this,” he muttered, holding out your pen that you hadn’t even noticed fell.

Your soft “Thank you” and the smile that followed made his heart skip a beat. From then on, he made it his mission to be near you—walking you to class, sitting with you during lunch, and eventually asking you out in the most Bakugou way possible.

“You’re mine now, got it?” he declared one day, his cheeks bright red.

You laughed, nodding. “Got it.”

Years had passed since high school, and Bakugou’s love for you only grew stronger. You were his anchor, his peace in a world full of chaos. He didn’t know how to do romance like the movies, but he showed his love in the little things—making sure you ate, walking on the side of the street closer to the cars, and remembering all the small details about you.

When he proposed, it wasn’t extravagant. It was just the two of you, sitting on the balcony of your shared apartment, watching the sunset.

“Marry me,” he said suddenly, sliding a simple, elegant ring onto your finger before you could even process what was happening.

You looked at him, wide-eyed, before laughing. “You didn’t even let me say yes.”

“Like you’d say no,” he shot back, smirking.

And you didn’t.

Now, standing at the altar, Bakugou was the picture of confidence. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, and his usual scowl was replaced by a nervous determination. He had told himself he wouldn’t cry.

What kind of man cries at his wedding? he had thought, rolling his eyes at the idea.

But then, the doors opened, and you stepped in.

The world seemed to stop.

Your dress was perfect, accentuating everything he loved about you. The way you smiled at him, your eyes glistening with tears, made his heart ache in the best way.

Suddenly, he felt warmth on his cheek.

A tear.

Bakugou blinked, confused for a moment. He never cried. Not when he won his first big fight, not when he graduated, not ever. But now, standing here, looking at you—his future, his everything—he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Bakugou’s crying,” Kirishima whispered from his spot as a groomsman, his eyes widening.

“Oh my God, I knew this would happen,” Mina gasped, quickly pulling out her phone. “Take a picture, Denki! We’ll frame it!”

“Shut up!” Bakugou snapped, his voice low but venomous, though it didn’t stop the blush creeping up his neck. His glare was nowhere near as sharp as usual, the overwhelming emotion softening even his most dangerous expression.

“Don’t worry, man. This is for the memories,” Kaminari whispered back, grinning as he snapped a picture anyway.

As you reached him, your soft laughter bubbled up when you noticed the commotion. “Are they messing with you?” you asked quietly, taking his hands.

“They’re idiots,” he muttered, squeezing your hands tightly. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and his voice softened, thick with emotion. “But I don’t care. You look… perfect.”

“I love you, Katsuki,” you whispered, your own eyes glistening.

“I love you more,” he said, his voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill again.

The ceremony continued, filled with laughter and love. As Kaminari quietly showed Mina the photo he had taken, they both shared a grin.

“Man, he’s so whipped,” Kaminari whispered.

“And it’s the cutest thing ever,” Mina replied with a smile.

And Bakugou? He didn’t care about the teasing, the jokes, or the photos. His entire world was standing right in front of him, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

You were his everything.

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