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imrllytootiredforthis · 2 years

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Oh and I would love to see a fic for the Hyunjin as a sub headcannon! I love everything mentioned there and maybe I’m just a sucker for painslut Hyunjin 😌 if you’re comfortable could you add humiliation, pegging, and a breeding kink maybe?

Such Pretty Hands

Pairing: hyunjin x reader

Summary: Hyunjin gets a little distracted as he watches you play the guitar

Warnings: dom reader, fem reader, sub hyunjin, choking, pegging, breeding kink, humiliation, hand kink, exhibitionism (kinda?), spanking, explicit sub-drop (with aftercare), hair pulling, probably more

Word Count: 5k

A/N: I think this is what you wanted and I hope you like it! As always, any and all feedback is welcomed and my requests are now open just read the rules here. Also ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Hyunjin had been staring at your hands for five minutes.

Twenty minutes ago he'd texted you, telling you he was coming home after dance practice with the rest of the group. The two of you were planning on hanging out for the day so you just waited in their dorms for him.

The apartment was quiet, missing the usual noise of the eight rowdy boys living there. It was normally a place so full of life (well, if you could call yelling, laughing and stomping around life) but now it seemed so...dead, empty.

And you had no idea what to do so you just sat there on the couch scrolling on your phone, bored out of your mind until something caught your eye.

There was a guitar sitting in the living area, a nice one. Probably expensive but well used, it definitely wasn't brand new.

'Most likely one of the boy's' you thought, brushing your fingers over the strings. It had been a few weeks since you'd last been able to play, work and other things taking over your life.

But now-now you weren't doing anything and surely the owner of it wouldn’t mind.

Carefully you picked it up, checking to make sure it was in tune before you began to play, muscle memory taking over as your fingers glided over the frets, humming along with the melody.

It was fifteen minutes ago that Hyunjin had gotten home.

You could hear down the hall as the door unlocked and opened, his feet scuffling on the hardwood floor as he took off his shoes before wandering around the apartment for you.

All he wanted was to melt into your arms and cuddle you for the rest of the day, watch a movie or something as you played with his hair, occasionally giving a light tug to which he'd respond with a stifled groan.

Maybe you'd even give him a massage or something, his body was sore from falling earlier in-

When he finally saw you, hands tensing and flexing around the neck of the instrument; movements so precise and smooth, your head tilted down, furrowed eyebrows in concentration, he could only freeze in place.

His tongue glided across his lips, wetting them.

Your fingers were lithe and long, longer than his for sure and your nails were short, chipping black paint on them.

On a particular part of the song you were playing your hand tensed, squeezing the guitar so hard your knuckles went white, you close your eyes, humming along loudly with a content look on your face as you lost yourself in your passion.

Gulping, he couldn't help but imagine how pretty that hand would be around his throat, your passion directed toward him instead of that stupid guitar.

And god-was he now feeling jealous of a stupid instrument?

"Hey baby, how was practice? Where are the others?" You asked without looking up, missing the dumb look on his face as he blinked and shook his head, trying to shake away the feeling of arousal pooling inside of him.

“O-oh um, good? I guess. They decided to stay out for longer.” His eyes didn’t waver, never leaving your hands as he spoke, nervously shifting in place.

He could imagine the way you’d pin him down by his throat, climbing over him as you smirked down. ‘Pathetic, I haven’t even started and you’re already so hard for me.’ you’d coo.

He’d blush and bite his lip to stop from moaning as your hands began to ghost over his body, touching all his most sensitive places until he’d buck up against you then maybe, just maybe you’d look at him with a glare and smack his thigh, warning him to be good.

“Hyunjin.”

He hadn’t realized that you stopped playing until you were calling his name, waving a hand in front of his face.

The guitar now sat back on its stand and you were in standing there in front of him, your voice demanding and eyes concerned.

“You good?”

His mouth opened, a million different things to reply with coming to mind. Things like dropping to his knees right where he was now or begging you to do anything you wanted to him just so long as you touched him.

But he didn’t get the chance to reply as you turned quickly to the kitchen. “You look sick. Here, let me get you some water.”

He blinked once, twice, trying to figure out what he should do before finally making up his mind. “No, I’m okay. Just a bit tired’s all.”

Apparently it wasn’t an option. You came back with a glass of water, lifting it to his lips, “Drink.” Without thinking he obeyed, the cool water sliding down his throat.

You watched his throat bob, adam’s apple moving as he drank the water. He looked so pretty like this, head tilted upward. You couldn’t help but imagine how it’d look if you were standing over him with his head like that.

Pulling the glass away once you deemed he’d drunk enough, you set it on the coffee table and sat back on the couch, patting beside you to signal for him to sit as well.

Cuddling into you, he relaxed as your hands found purchase in his hair you finally realized what had gotten him acting so weird. “So what’s got you all excited babyboy?”

He flushed pink, “n-nothing, it’s just...” he paused as he shifted away from you trying to adjust his pants so you wouldn’t see his raging boner before you stopped him by wrapping your hand around his wrist and pulling it away.

His heart skipped a beat as he stared at where you touched him. It wasn’t his throat you were gripping but he supposed that this could work for the time being.

“Look at me Hyunjin.” His eyes flew to yours, the hungry look in your own made something scream in the back of his head. Slowly he could feel himself breathing more heavily. “Tell me what you want baby.”

His eyes held your eyes for a moment longer before ever so slowly he took the hand that was still gripping his wrist and brought it up to his neck, eyes falling shut and mouth hanging open in bliss as you understood what he was trying to say and lightly squeezed.

And just like he’d imagined before, you pushed him back into the couch by his throat, climbing into his lap and smirking down at him. “Such a little slut aren’t you, baby? Getting all worked up from just watching me play the guitar hm? So desperate for me to choke you?”

He nodded as much as he could as you gripped him harder. “Yes! Couldn’t help it, Mistress looked so pretty playing the guitar. Couldn’t think of anything else!” He moaned lowly.

You hummed at the use of your title, feeling yourself clench around nothing. Maybe it was because he’d had a hard time at practice or because you hadn’t been intimate for the past few days but he was slipping faster than he normally did.

He brought his hand up to where you held him and placed it over yours, simply caressing your hand as he held eye contact with you.

To say this was an irregular occurrence would be a lie. Hyunjin would often get fixated on your hands, when you wore rings or played your own guitar or pretty much anytime you did something where he could see your hands.

First he’d get all needy, sometimes bratty, then he’d beg you to choke him and majority of the time he could come untouched from your hand simply wrapped around his pretty little neck.

It was pathetic and so fucking hot whenever it did happen.

His eyes held a mischievous light, like he was trying to act tough while splayed out under you, begging you to choke him. Then he squeezed your hand, in turn making yours squeeze him harder.

His body stuttered under you and his eyes rolled back into his head his mouth falling open to let out the most delicious mix of a sob and a whine out. “Aww, honey. I’ve barely even done anything to you?”

Your free hand slipped under his waistband, feeling his soiled boxers, “dumb little baby can’t even hold it in long enough for me to actually touch you.”

A fake pout crossed your face as he whimpered, eyes filling with tears as he looked up in embarrassment, not so subtly bucking up against you.

This was harder than you’d ever choked him before, his face turning slightly red from lack of blood flow as you gave him a moment to come down but as you tried to pull away his grip on you tightened.

“Please, no. Don’t let go of me.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned down to leave a quick peck on his lips, a whimper left him as your hand retreated, moving down to the hem of his shirt to lightly tug at it. “I’m just gonna take this off for you.”

He nods quickly, sitting up as his hands move to roam your body. Up your shirt and playing with the clasp of your bra with a contained hunger, something you’d let slide this time.

Swiftly you pulled his shirt off, throwing it off somewhere in the room and your lips met his in a long awaited kiss.

It was hungry and messy as he threw his arms around neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him, rocking against his clothed dick which was still so sensitive it made his hips jump.

His body was so beautiful, all sharp lines and sculpted flesh. So defined and perfect. His skin ever so soft as your fingers reached down to trace his abs, goosebumps following all the places that your blunt nails travel making him shiver.

Your tongue sweeps through his mouth feeling and claiming every inch of it before pulling away just to whisper, voice hoarse and low, “Strip and wait on the bed for me.”

He’s nodding so eager and willing to please. You move off his lap, purposely shifting against his crotch to hear the stifled whine he makes. And then without a second thought he’s getting up and racing to his room.

Smirking at his eagerness you relax into the couch, pulling out your phone to let him wait for a little.

He gets so desperate when he has to wait. And so anticipation serves as your best tool.

Hyunjin is most likely laying on that bed right now, all spread out and naked, trying his hardest to be patient and not touch his weeping cock. Your cock. He’d try to remind himself while attempting to convince himself.

But in the end it was his decision that decided his fate.

Whether he waited and was ready to be rewarded for being your good boy.

Or if he didn’t and you’d spend the night teasing and roughing him up for being a little bratty whore.

Either of the thoughts is enough to almost make you moan aloud. At the end of the day you’d be more than happy to do either for him so it was his choice and his alone.

A few more minutes pass and you decide to make your way to Hyunjin’s room an lo and behold.

Pausing, you feel like you short circuit for a moment, the only thoughts you can think are mixtures of ‘he’s so pretty’ and ‘god, i want to cover every square inch of that pretty body in marks and bruises.’

It seems that he’s worked himself up alone just fine. He’s laying face down on the bed, ass up supported by his long gorgeous legs and head buried in a pillow to muffle the sounds he makes as pre-cum drips down onto the mattress beneath him.

One of his hands is once again around his throat, the little pain slut he is and the other is knuckle deep with two fingers stretching open his ass.

He jolts and lets out a yelp as you smack his ass-hard, but that doesn’t stop the groan muffled by the pillow that follows and the way his hips move to chase your hand, already aching for you to do it again.

And so you do, three quick spanks in a row. One lands on his thigh then his right cheek and finally his left.

You lean over him and grip his hair tightly using the leverage to lift his head from the pillow, wet spots cover the cotton, evidence of the drool and tears that run down his pretty face.

“Such a whore that you can’t even wait for Mistress, huh baby?” you coo, leaning over his body to reach his ear.

Shaky arms try to support his body but you’re sure if you let go of his hair he’d face plant back onto the pillow.

“Please!” Back arching, his tiny waist trying to grind back up against you he begs. Tears begin to spill down his cheeks as he babbles on about how much he needs you and how he couldn’t think of anything else for the whole day.

It’s almost enough to make you crack. He’s nothing if not the prettiest beggar you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Pouty plush lips and eyes looking up at you through his lashes, voice just the perfect mix of whine and whimper that makes you want to give him anything and everything his heart desires.

But you’ve been at this with him enough that you know what he wants is for you to not give him what he wants.

“And why should I do anything to you?” You begin to pull away from him before he swiftly rolls over, laying perfectly onto his back, wrapping his arms around your neck and legs around waist, holding you in place against him.

“No! Pl-please, I need you. I need you so bad! Please, I promise-I promise I’ll be a good boy for you!” Hyunjin’s face contorts into a pout with his bottom lip slightly trembling. His eyes watery and wide, begging.

He grinds up against your clothed heat, wincing at the sensitivity of his bare skin against your rough jeans but still goes on, letting the pleasure overtake the pain.

You sigh because you both know you can never resist him for very long when he gives you this look. You’d just hoped that you’d had the willpower to deny him longer.

Pulling the pillow down you move his hips up for him, maneuvering them to rest the spit soaked pillow under his lower back. Your hands knead the soft flesh of his butt, soothing the skin.

The look on his face immediately drops-ever the brat-knowing that he’d won you over. He buries his face into your neck, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses all over, careful not to leave any marks as you warn him not to. Moaning out soft combinations of ‘Mistress’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘jus want to feel you’ into your ear.

“Tell me what you want you greedy slut.” His hands find purchase in your hair, still clinging to you like a monkey.

Lazily grinding up against you he mewls loudly as you add a warning tap to his thigh. Pulling away just enough to see your face he asks almost shyly (which you both know is just an act) “will you fuck me with your strap-on?”

He says it so sweetly, despite the words he’s actually saying. “Of course.”

Unwinding his arms and legs from around you, you open the bedside drawer where he keeps his assortment of toys. Ballgags, paddles, vibes, and several different sizes of dildos for you to use of him.

“Which one do you want to use?”

He shifts on the bed and looks, thinking thoughtfully before finally picking out the largest, a nine inch purple one.

He watches with eager eyes as you pull off your clothes and put on the harness, growing even harder as you stare at him with a knowing smirk while you start to strap it onto the harness before pausing, your smile growing larger with the idea that comes to mind.

Finishing, you saunter closer to him in a way that exudes confidence. In a way that would make his knees shake had he been standing up. “On your knees and open up.”

He slides onto the ground in front of you smoothly and you resist the urge to drool at the way his perfect dancer body moves. Contorting and over-exaggerating the movements in the places he knows you like.

Teasing you in the way he knows best.

The carpet soft against his knees unlike the last time you did this on the hardwood floor of your apartments kitchen. You tap the dildo against his lips, patiently waiting with a wicked gleam in your eye as he opens his mouth, eyes falling shut and tongue hanging out.

He struggles to take it all as you swiftly shove it into his mouth, almost choking. It’s girthy and he struggles to wrap his lips around the whole thing. He’s trying to and the sight is such an arousing visual, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter from simply watching

But you get impatient, then you grab him by the roots of his hair and in one quick push the whole thing goes in, nudging against the back of his throat.

He gags around it, tears welling up in his eyes. “You look so pretty struggling to suck on my cock, Jinnie.” Giving an experimental thrust he can’t help but moan at the way his scalp burns from how hard you’re gripping him.

“Makes me wish it was a real dick, just to watch your face as I cum down your throat. You’d look so pretty with it smeared all over your face after I finish, just a little cock-hungry whore all for me.” He moans at the thought, gasping for air when you pull it out so just the tip is in his mouth before thrusting in again with a renewed vigor.

His hands move to your ass, gripping it and pushing it harder and harder, making the strap lodge deep into the back of his throat.

And fuck, he wishes it were real. He wishes that you would cum down his throat just like this, he’d swallow every drop, not wasting a single bit.

He wishes that right when you were about to cum you’d pull out and jizz all over his face and then pull out your phone to take pictures of him all ruined with swollen lips and teary eyes. All cock-hungry and you’d tell him that; call him a cock-hungry whore for you. Maybe you’d even write the words on him, the idea could nearly make him bust alone.

He even imagines at times while you’re splitting him open with your strap that it was real and that you’d cum in him and fill him so full of your seed that his tummy would grow all heavy with your baby.

No matter that scientifically it would never work, the idea was so hot to him. The act so hot to him that he’d gone online several times and found straps you could fill with fake cum but he’d back out before he could ever press the purchase button. He’d found himself a few times almost screaming it as he came.

You pull out and his mouth hangs open, ready for you to go again but when you don’t his eyes fly open.

You’re looking down at him with an amused light in your eye. Hungry like your the wolf and he’s a delectable little morsel for you to eat.

“Get on the bed.”

Nodding, he very ungracefully flopped onto the bed in his rush. A snort left you and he glared, a blush rising on his face.

All traces of laughter left the atmosphere as he bit his bottom lip, eyes hooded and his legs parted, placing the pillow under his hips. The places you spanked him were a rosy red on his pale skin and his cock leaked pre-cum aching for you to touch him.

“Fuck me?” Voice unsure and quiet, he looked slightly embarrassed about being so exposed no matter how many times you’d seen him like this (and in far more compromising positions) before.

You pressed the tip of the strap against his hole and he greedily ground against in, wiggling his hips to try in vain to slip it in as you circled. “Don’t tease me!” He whined.

Smacking his thigh, his voice went higher in pitch, his head falling back against the pillow with a shaky breath. “But you’re so pretty, baby. How can I not tease you?”

Circling a few more times around his puckered hole you decide to be merciful this time.

His breath hitches, eyes going wide as you slowly push in, a tiny whine that’s almost inaudible leaving him.

The strap slides in easily with his spit lubricating it and him already being stretched out from playing with himself.

As you remember that you immediately push all the way in, and without giving him a second to breath or adjust, you start at an already punishing pace.

Eyes widening, he gasps out. His hands search for anything to find purchase on, finally landing on your shoulders, his blunt nails leaving scratches on your back making you hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure.

You quickly find his prostate and he lets out a whimper, long legs wrapping around your back, causing the tip to nudge harder against the spot.

“P-please. Go-go faster. Too sl-slow, faster!” He cants his hips up, trying to gain more friction but instead you smack the side of his thigh once more, leaving his flesh stinging and forcing an unholy keen from somewhere deep inside.

“A-again! Do i-it again!” He gasps out, nails digging into your back even harder now. You’re almost positive he’ll leave marks that you’ll have to be careful that your roommate won’t see but you can’t bring yourself to care at the moment.

He cries out in pleasure as you smack him twice more, one on his opposite thigh and one on his dick.

You tsk as he writhes under you, downright sinful noises falling from his lips. “Y-yes! Do it again-doitagain! Please, I need it! Please, please, please, please.” He gasps out, whines filling in the pauses of his words.

“You’re such a fucking painslut aren’t you? God, it just makes me want to ruin you.” you purr into his ear.

“Fuuck!” The word drags slowly from his mouth.

Suddenly you pause.

Was that? No-maybe?

Hyunjin whimpers, tugging at your arms, thrusting his hips, doing anything he can to try and get your attention back on him. “Mistress, ple-ease! Fuck! Why’d you stop?”

Straining your ears, you could hear laughing and talking from the main room.

The others were home.

A thought came to mind and you smirked, beginning to lazily move again. “Do you hear that Jin?”

With his mind all foggy and hazy, a stupid smile crossing his face at the fact that you’d continued to pleasure him, it takes him a moment to process what you’d said. “Hm?”

“Don’t you hear it? The boys are home.” You whispered into his ear, hand moving to rub his dick as you continued to thrust.

His brain felt like mush and the way that your hand slid up and down his cock easily from how much pre-cum he’d leaked felt nothing short of heaven. But he tried to push that away for the second being and listened closely to hear that in fact, they were home.

They were talking about take-out or something, before the conversation shifted to him.

“Don’t worry so much Chan, he’s probably with (Y/N) at her apartment. He was saying today that he was going to hang out with her afterwards.” Hyunjin couldn’t decipher who’d said it but that didn’t matter as you began going harder and harder.

Stray moans left his mouth, whimpers and whines he tried to hold back but failed. You covered his mouth with your spare hand, a bruising pace set against his prostate making him shiver.

Drool covered your hand within seconds as his tongue laved against your palm putting in great effort to not scream your name so loudly that not only the boys outside would hear but the whole building.

You lean down to his ear, a flush growing where your warm breath fans across the side of his face and whisper, “Don’t make a sound, baby. Don’t want the others to know that you’re in here moaning like a whore while I fuck you, do you?”

As soon as the words leave your mouth he can feels himself getting close-so fucking close. His mouth falls open in a silent scream, bucking hips and squeezed shut eyes. “Please-please, can i cum, can I cum, can I cum!”

“You can cum whenever you need to baby.” You whisper, watching his pretty face as he is at the tip of his high, so, so close to falling.

“Mistress please cum in me, please I wanna feel you.” He whimpers softly, his head far off into that headspace that makes him feel floaty, not able to think coherently.

It’s only sensations now. Pleasure and pain. The feel of you pressed against him. The way your hand slides up and down his dick, jerking him off. A dick lodged so deep in him and his head so far off that for a second he forgets it’s fake.

Your eyes widen, confused, but fuck, the idea of it is so hot.

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes darken in lust, voice dropping a few octaves, low and husky in a way that makes him shiver. “You wanna have my baby?” Hand moving from his dick to his stomach, a slight bulge from your strap inside him. Pushing down lightly, he mewls. “Want me to fill you up, make me a mommy, honey?”

“Fuck, I want you to breed me, wanna have your baby. Please, please, p-”

He’s cut off as his high hits him, head on like a truck. His mouth falls open, back arching up off the bed. So far gone that it doesn’t register to him that the boys are just outside, you clamp your hand over it before he screams you name with the intensity of it.

His vision goes white and for a second he can believe that he’s actually died from the way his body goes completely numb from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

Trembling, little grunts and whines leaving his mouth you watch him fall apart, tensing up and then melting onto the mattress, completely boneless as he tries to catch his breath in heavy pants and and shaky sniffles.

You pull out of him slowly, a whimper leaving him as you do, hole clenching around nothing a sudden empty feeling replacing it.

He felt gross and dirty. He felt insecure and needy. He wanted you, he wanted you to smooth back his hair and tell him how good he was.

God, why was he like this?

Why did he like this kind of stuff?

Was he not enough of a man?

Did you think less of him for it?

Did you wish he was more dominant, fucking into you while the others were outside, having to cover your mouth to keep you from making noises?

Why couldn’t he be that for you?

You stand up off the bed and he curls into a ball, a few small sniffles and little cries leaving him that make your heart feel heavy. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll be there in a second.” You assure him, taking off the harness and turning back to him as fast as you can.

When he feels the mattress dip behind him he rolls over to face you. His eyes are a bit watery, his sub-drops were hard and left him with an unexplainable empty feeling in his chest.

You open your arms and he curls up with you, resting his head on your chest. Pulling up the blankets around you, you look down at him “You good?”

“Do you wish that I acted more like you do while we have sex?” His voice was muffled against your chest but you heard it all the same as if he’d screamed it into your ear.

You could feel your heart crack a little.

Pulling his head up to look at you, you stared at him, your own eyes beginning to water. “Of course not. You’re perfect.”

One hand held the soft plush of his cheek while the other lightly scratched his scalp.

“I love the way that you’re so needy for me. The way that you’re so willing to please me. The way that I can take care of you and make you feel good. I love that you’re submissive and that you trust me enough to share all the things that you wanna try.”

His eyes were soft, welling up with more tears. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before he could start. “And most importantly I love you, every part of you, with every kink and every twisted thought in your depraved mind. You’re my pretty little baby, my good boy and I love you just the way you are. Do you understand me?”

He nods and buries his face into your soft skin again and you can feel the sensation of tears and his heated blush against you.

The feeling of your arms around him was comforting. He felt warm and safe and happy. “Love you.” He whispers, so quiet you almost miss it.

Smiling, you squeeze him just a bit harder, making him hum in appreciation. “Love you too, honey.”

“Oh, and by the way, that ‘breed me’ thing was incredibly hot.” You stated, watching with a smirk as he pushed his face farther into your tits in embarrassment.

“Stooop.” He whines.

“Whatever you say, baby boy.”

Twirling your fingers in his hair, he falls asleep. His breathing slows and body falls slack in your embrace.

Outside the boys all exchange glances.

They’re equal parts horrified and disgusted and slightly aroused from hearing their hyung’s muffled moans.

“What the fu-”

“-I guess they aren’t at her place.”

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majimasleftasscheek · 10 months

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I was wondering if you had any nsfw headcanons re: tigerfish? mostly asking cause i was thinking about the idea of nishiki doing his little hair-slick-back thing whenever he’s feeling Spicy (more dominant, regardless of position) so if/when he does that when they’re making out or whatever saejima knows what’s coming hehe

hope this isn’t too uncomfy to ask or anything! thanks for making me a fan of this tiny little ship lmao <3

not uncomfy at all! I'm always happy to talk about nsfw 😏

*as usual, even tho I talk about em as cis dudes, yall are welcome to imagine them however 😌

so prolly an uncommon take but Saejima's always sorta sat on the ace spectrum for me personally like he's into people but not in a way that's like something he'd go out and seek nor really need to be happy. not into being touchy feely with people he's just met and needs a bit of emotional bonding to let that happen *insert some joke about him making everyone he meets his kyoudai lol*. so when it comes to Nishiki, he feels a lot more comfy being openly intimate since they've gotten plenty of time to know each other in jail. Nishiki on the other hand, gives me casual guy™ vibes so he's into slapping the salmon whenever however but not in a wildin' type of way. he's into trying new things but also enjoys comfortable patterns that don't necessarily have to change anything up.

so when they're first shooting the shit about getting their freak on, I can see Nishiki being kinda surprised at first by Saejima's preferences but totally gets it too. he's used to Kiryu being a loner type who isn't exactly going out of his way for the ultimate boner experience. where they differ tho is Saejima is experienced while Kiryu just sorta bumbles through it. Saejima on the other hand, sees Nishiki who was a prominent crime boss and conventionally very pretty so he's thinking oh yeah Nishiki's prolly some kind of sex pest but is pleasantly surprised when Nishiki's more than considerate and patient.

now, Nishiki's been with people of all sorts so he knows his shit while Saejima is more like yeah I know my stuff but I ain't into it enough to really know if I'm performing up to the standards for my partner. he has a good bit of anxiety about that sorta thing and Nishiki didn't really believe him at first cuz like, just look at him. Saejima doesn't look like he'd have anxieties about anything so that's a hurdle they'd have to cross. Nishiki ends up being the lead in most cases, if anything to show the types of things he likes and to give Saejima confidence that he's doing a good job.

when Nishiki leads, he's either topping or power bottoming which defo pumps up the fish ego. but when tiger tops, it's more of a service top thing - he wants to see Nishiki pass the FUCK out lol. he wants to see toes CURL, he wants that ex patriarch to BEG for more. it makes him happy, knowing he can bring Nishiki down a peg for all the pride he's got in him. for Nishiki, it's a nice balance of leaving the work to Saejima while still being in control, even more so when he's going evil mode and gets a mad kick out of having such an imposing man at his beck and call hohohehe.

Saejima's very much not horny ever so Nishiki's gotta be the one to get him in the mood which is perfectly fine for the two of em. it's part of their foreplay, lots of talking and touching and even if it doesn't pan out to anything, they still enjoy just being around each other.

when Nishiki tops he's real sweet about it, very handsy and slick, doing everything you'd expect out of a well choreographed movie tbh. it's a very ideal time and Saejima just sorta gets lost in it, unused to being treated well and gentle. he's definitely prone to being a bit more emotional during these times and not afraid to show it which shocked Nishiki for a time until he got used to it and has come to really enjoy bringing such feelings out of him.

EVIL MODE so there's occasions where Nishiki's into the rougher stuff *insert whatever your heart desires here* and it's a lil bit embarrassing for him cuz there's been occasions with past partners where it's not exactly been the most enjoyable experience for either party, due to inexperience or going too far, etc. he's a lil too eager and too aggressive for his own good, especially back then cuz he had some aha issues to work out and ended up unintentionally taking it out on others.

so insert Saejima who proposes hey let's try out whatever the hell that maybe other people couldn't handle and Nishiki's hesitant, thinking, oh nah you already have anxieties and I can't do that to you but it's in the back of his mind like I want to tho. a big component of nsfw tigerfish to me is that they have a theme of taking time to get to things with a certain gentleness unlike my kazumaji hcs where they have a very intense, impulsiveness to them. so it takes a hot minute for Nishiki to open up this more aggressive side of him that for a long time he's suppressed cuz he felt that there's no place for it even tho it's very much a part of him.

so when Nishiki does eventually start to tip toe into his more perverse kinks, Saejima gives him comfort in that nothing really shocks him about what he wants and he's more than ready to handle it physically. with Nishiki leading, it's a good time for the two of em; Saejima can be of service while Nishiki can feel freer to explore this part of himself without judgment or so much worry.

after all that, aftercare! very important. it's usually Saejima who takes care of Nishiki, wrapping him up and massaging out the jitters. sometimes, one or both of them can experience some mixed emotions from a variety of things, performance worries, trauma, etc so they spend a lotta time just talking to each other. there's a lot of reassurances but also just a lot of wanting someone to listen.

random shit

Saejima loves some good head and body worship. he knows he's got a fine bod so complimenting him is the good shit 👌

Nishiki's all about smooches whether they be deep ones or just lil pecks here and there. ever since post y1, he's been one for enjoying simpler affections, especially when he knows his partner means it.

Saejima's a handsy drunk with people he's close to, but it's all cuddles and kissing and then passing the fuck out.

as a material girl in a material world, Nishiki gets off to gift giving lol. definitely has a praise kink but you gotta be a bit careful. be too dick sucky and he starts to feel like you're just patronizing him.

both of em are into overstimulation for different reasons: Saejima likes the intenseness and Nishiki likes inflicting it (receiving it ain't so bad either). Nishiki doesn't exactly have Saejima's stamina so they got a lotta toys just for the occasion 👀 there's been many a time where Saejima gets into it more than Nishiki can handle and he's then down for the count.

Nishiki tends to keep his prosthetic arm on and doesn't particularly like bringing attention to his disfigurement in general so when he's being intimate, he wants to be treated as if his body is like anyone else's. in that way, he's not into body worship at all, as he sort of warps it into pity he doesn't want.

Nishiki's possessive - not to the same extent Majima is @ Kiryu but it's there in the sense of like, look at this guy, he's mine.

bonus monster AU stuff 👀

as a literal tiger man, Saejima's got a lot of cat characteristics including loving pets and pats. Nishiki's learned very quickly which spots are best to get Saejima riled up and fiesty ;)

that being said, he's got a spikey dick lol. the spines aren't harmful, they more or less lock his partner to him which can end up being inconvenient if they're in a hurry.

big claws = lots of big scratches all up Nishiki's back. Saejima gets nervous he's hurting him but Nishiki think it's pretty hot to be marked up.

#I'm defo projecting my aceness onto saejima lmao so it's very much my own personal view of sex and intimacy in general #so I hope yall can enjoy my take on him #nsft #saejima taiga #nishikiyama akira #tigerfish #yakuza #my art #my hcs #ryu ga gotoku

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fushigurro · 8 months

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🛏️😏🐇 with mr belphie!!! :>

AHHHH my lowkey insane lil boy ❤️ tysm mitsu!!!

🛏️: is it more quickies or do you/them prefer to take your time?

i’d say we like to take our time!!! especially belphie. he likes whenever we just have all the time in the world to relax and lay together, getting all snuggly and wrapped up in one another’s presence. he’s always wiggling his hips a little to get things started and placing kisses on my neck (or if i’m big spoon, he loves feeling my lips on his neck).

he’s my little yandere freak so he wants nothing in the world to exist but the two of us (unless beel is involved). taking our time with deep, slow kisses is just another way of saying “we own each other. we can take as long as we like. everything else can wait.”

though he is not completely opposed to the occasional quicky!!! especially if it happens to occur in some sort of way where everyone else can know about it.

😏: if applicable what type of toys do you two use?

i’d definitely say at least a vibe wand!!! he likes to be an annoying little shit and use it to tease, but i do the same thing to him 😈 i’ll hold it just beneath the tip of his cock and watch his mouth hang open and hips rut up into it. sometimes he also just likes to watch me use it on myself

and i’m definitely using a strap 😌 he might whine and grumble about it a little at first, but it doesn’t take much for me to get him really into the idea of being pegged. he’s already such a brat and likes it when i take control sometimes, so why not try it this way??

🐇: how did the first time go? talk about it

our first time happened during one of our little movie nights in the attic. belphie had started taking me up there a bit more often to give us some alone time and hopefully work up to the both of us finally getting rid of our sexual tension. i actually ended up giving him a hand job for the first time one night, but it didn’t go further than that because it got intense, and even though he was more than willing to keep going, i didn’t want to overwhelm him.

so the next time he mentions an attic chill sesh, i basically already know what’s on his mind. we watch the movie for a while, but he starts getting clingier and decides to be bold and kiss my neck (but i ain’t complaining). before you know it we’re full-on making out, languid but hungry and desperate, and i’ve eventually got him on his back, riding him nice and slow while i watch him drool and try to fuck up into me from time to time. his brain goes a lil fuzzy and he’s kinda embarrassed but it feels so good that he doesn’t really care ❤️

nsfw selfship questions

#⋆ 「 moot: mitsu 」 ⋆#letters.#ss: belphie

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sakumasmut · 1 year

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from 🌊

i also agree with you and anon, kaoru needs to be treated like the cute little sex toy he is 😌 he brings out a dominant side of me i didn't even know existed lol

he probably hadn't given much thought to the idea of being pegged until his s/o suggested it, and he was a little hesitant but agreed to try it one night. and ohhh my god he's so glad he did. that was definitely the start of his corruption arc, it awakened something in his soul (and dick) that he'll never fully reverse

it started out gentle, slow and steady with lots of praise, giving both of them time to practice, for lack of a better word. but as he got used to it, kaoru began to crave something a little harder, though he was rather shy about bringing it up. but once again, he's so glad he did, because his sluttiness increased exponentially the rougher he was treated. all that initial shyness disappeared, and it wasn't long before he was begging for his s/o to pull his hair or use bigger straps. kaoru specifically recalls the first time they choked him, it's one of his fondest memories of sex. being fucked hard and pushed into the mattress, feeling his s/o's hand grasp his throat, facing them so he could see their beautiful grinning face, hearing them chuckle and coo about how cute he was... that was probably the most intense, mind-numbing orgasm of his life. there was a good five minutes at least where he needed to be held and kissed and absolutely smothered in praise, and even after that he was a little out of it until the next morning. shook his world so much. nowadays it's hard for him to cum if he's not being at least lightly choked

speaking of the aftercare though, kaoru needs so much of it. he absolutely needs to hear you tell him how good he did, especially after a particularly hard session. with time, he can handle a lot of extreme stuff, but only if he's properly showered in love and praises afterwards. after all, he was the one who said: "I would rather have gotten whipped! At least there's love! That way, I could have thought of it as some extreme play. But there was no love, so it just hurt a lot!"

i'm so normal about him

god. he’s literally a golden retriever he loves being told what a good boy he is. loves toys too, and most of all being told what to do by you <3

#nsft es!!#enstars smut #kaoru hakaze smut #thirsts #🌊

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anyathefandom · 11 months

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To Those Fortunate Enough chapter 38:

@burned-lariat

**Note** listen if you see me being extra thirsty about Wallace in this chapter mind your business!!!!😂

"Mr. Corinthos, you have a visitor."

Sonny blinked at the nurse as she stepped back, Wallace walking into her spot. A wicked smirk was on his face, and if Sonny could, he'd put a bullet between the man's eyebrows.

Me: This man hasn't even said anything yet and I'm already laughing. I just know he's about to be trouble.😂

"Sonny," Wallace greeted.

"I know what you did."

"I've done a lot of things. I murdered a bloodthirsty psychopath, I reunited my family-"

"You set my warehouse, my coffee stock, my livelihood, on fire."

"Oh yeah, I did that too," Wallace stepped closer, pulling up a stool, "not to mention what happened afterward. I hope Michael's doing well."

Me:

"You are one sick bastard."

"Everyone loves calling me that."

"There's a reason why."

"I know; I embrace it. I'm a criminal, I'm a scumbag, I'm not fit to walk the Earth, I've heard it all before. Doesn't bother me."

Me: And that's why I love him. He's so unapologetic about who he is.🤌

"You know," Sonny cleared his throat, "you've got a lot of nerve showing up to my room like this."

"So? What are you going to do, shoot me? You're going to have a goon shoot me? I'm pretty sure your head guy is out of commission thanks to me, of course."

Me: You know what Wallace must of had a glass of:

"Do you enjoy being a smug son of a bitch?"

"I do. In fact, when it comes to filth like you, I relish in it. It's always fun to knock grandstanding jackasses down a few pegs."

Me: He's such an ass....and I love it

"That doesn't make you better than me."

"Who said I'm better than you?" Wallace scoffed, "Sonny, we're mobsters. Morality and good nature isn't our thing."

"There can be some nobility in it."

"What?" Wallace's laugh was airy, "Nobility, morality, in a criminal job? Where is this coming from?"

Me: Oh Wallace you didn't know??? Sonny is the mobster with a heart of gold.💛🥴

"You don't know me, Heller. I've been through things that deeply, deeply change a man."

"So have I."

"How? You came from nothing; you have no past. All that you have to your name is a battered, broken child and a flimsy criminal enterprise. No support, no affection, no angel on your shoulder."

Me: Sonny. Sonny Michael corinthos. Sir you used to be a battered child as well my guy, so you would think you wouldn't throw that in his face.😬

"And what do you have?" Wallace tapped his chin, "Oh, right. You have no cover, a collapsing enterprise, and a divided family. Lest we forget how Michael was dumb enough to allow my son and I to infiltrate your business."

"And you have an amazing relationship with your son?"

Wallace bit the inside of his lip. Sonny raised his eyebrows in response.

"Oh," he grinned, "I see."

Me: Sonny y'all are in the same boat now with your sons so you can't be petty about that.😂

Sonny's glare intensified, "Well, you must be proud of how screwed up your son is. Gleefully working for the mob and getting swept up in Victor…I mean, his grandfather's schemes. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

Me: Sonny your son's dick has probably killed more people than Dex has.🤷

"Dex is nothing like that man. Nothing."

"His mother is a Cassadine. He's as every bit demented as they are."

"You know nothing."

"And considering who his mother is related, I'm willing to bet she's just as bad."

"Shut your trap, you worthless swine," Wallace got in Sonny's face, "or so help me God, I will tear apart more than just your hamstring."

Sonny blinked in response, his mouth closed. Wallace pulled back, running a hand through his hair as he tried to compose himself.

Me: Oh we love to see sonny realizing that Wallace is willing to beat his ass over his family. Like Wallace Heller the man you are.😌

Sonny sent the man a death glare, "...You have no idea what you've done."

"No, I'm perfectly aware," Wallace got to his feet, "I torched all your coffee beans, trapped you, your goon, and your dumb son in the inferno, and shot to injure."

"My family's lives are at stake and it's all your fault!"

"And?" Wallace shrugged, "All's fair in a mob war. It's all about power and growth, and how do you take that for yourself? You steal it from someone else."

"My territory is not for you to take."

"Too late," Wallace started walking towards the door, "You're losing more ground as we speak, and you have Michael to thank for it. Congrats to him, I suppose. He got what he wanted in your downfall…even if it means he and the rest of your family suffers in the end."

"This isn't the end of me," Sonny snapped, "Once I'm healed, my wrath will come back at you tenfold."

"And whenever that day comes, I'll be ready," Wallace stood in the doorway, turning back one last time, "Watch your back, Corinthos. Things are just getting started between us."

Me:

The rage in his veins was hot.

"What are you doing here?" Michael snapped, glaring at the man in the doorway. Dex stuffed his hands in his front pockets before walking inside.

"I saw you in the window," he replied, "thought I'd pay you a visit."

The Mex shipper in me:

"I can't believe you'd do this to me."

Dex raised an eyebrow at the man. There was a strong frown on Michael's face, disappointment in his features.

"I trusted you," the man said, "You came to me as someone willing to take down a threat to innocent lives, someone who was eager to right a wrong."

"How else were you going to let me in? All you cared about was taking your dad down. Him being a mobster was the selling point."

"I can't believe you. You didn't care about justice o-or doing something good, you cared about making your dad happy

Me: And you cared about making your dad miserable like be fucking fr Michael.🥴

I did what he asked of me because I was working for him. It's what you do when you have a job."

"Get out," Michael pointed at the door, "You're done here."

"Oh, come on, Michael," Dex shook his head, stepping closer to the bed, "I know you well enough to know that you don't want me to go."

The Mex shipper in me:

Oh, come on, Michael," Dex shook his head, stepping closer to the bed, "I know you well enough to know that you don't want me to go."

"I do-"

"C'mon," Dex took a seat on a nearby stool, "tell me how you're really feeling. Don't hold back."

"You betrayed me," Michael began, venom in his tone, "I brought you in, I gave you an incredibly important task, I put my faith in you. You made me believe you could take my dad down-"

"Which I did."

"Yeah, you did, at the expense of my whole family. All my siblings and cousins, everyone tied to Sonny, is now open season for his enemies."

Me: So what did Michael think was going to happen when they lock sonny up?😂

"I'm sorry-"

"Shut up. You're not sorry."

"I'm sorry your family is going to suffer because of your actions."

Me:

The moments where I screamed:

"Do you hear yourself?" Dex raised both eyebrows, shooting Michael a look, "Truly, Michael. Are you listening to the words coming out of your mouth?"

"And how correct they are? Yeah, I am."

"No, not even close. Not even close! Michael, I didn't just randomly come around asking for a job. You openly searched for someone to do your dirty work and happened to choose me. You're the one who orchestrated all of this; it's not my fault you couldn't look past your own hubris and pettiness."

"Oh, come on, Michael," Dex rolled his eyes, "How hard are you going to push this? Take some responsibility here."

"Why? You're not."

"I did what you told me to do. You're the ringleader here; whatever happens to your family is because you wanted their one safety net to burn."

"That's not it-"

"That's exactly it. You're going to be the one with blood on your hands here. You couldn't accept that your parents split up, you cared more about your hurt feelings than the welfare of your family, this is all on you."

"No," Michael shook his head, "it's not-"

"It absolutely is," Dex's voice was cold and stern, "You were so caught up in this…revenge fantasy against your dad that it blinded you to everything else. You didn't think once about your family, you just thought about you. And now that your scheme has fallen apart, you need someone to blame because you don't want to admit this is all your fault."

"Sonny deserves to lose everything!"

"And so do you!".

I hate you," Michael growled, "All this trust and faith I had in you and you just…stomped on it. You're just as scummy and foul as your criminal father."

Dex got to his feet, his eyes sharp with a glare. Michael gulped at the sight.

"And you're as scummy and foul as yours," he said, "At least I can live with that comparison."

"Get. Out."

"Gladly."

Dex turned away, walking towards the door. Michael's nostrils flared for a moment before he felt himself slightly relax.

"Dex," he called out, "Wait."

"What?" he turned around.

Michael's voice was deep and clear: "You ruined my life."

Dex pursed his lips, shrugging, "You ruined your own life. Have fun sleeping at night."

Michael opened his mouth to respond, but Dex turned the corner before he got a chance. The man laid back in his bed, considering his next move. On impulse, he grabbed a nearby plastic cup and chucked it at the window. He did the same with a larger plastic tub, breaking down into tears. His emotions were scattered, a mix of anger and heartbreak and agony sitting on him. Part of him wanted to chase after Dex and escalate things, part of him wanted to scream, but in the moment, most of him felt dread of what was to come, a fear of the unknown that was expanding until it swallowed him whole.

Me: This whole scene legit read like a messy break up. The way they have way more angst (and passion if we're going to be real and messy 😂) than Jex has is astounding.

Sidenote: This has to be my 2nd favorite chapter. I was LIVING!!!!

#to those fortunate enough #general hospital

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borathae · 1 year

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Ooommgggg the YEARNING!! I’m not crying you are!! 😭😭😭

1- I understand Yoongi I truly do but I understand my little baby oc too 🥺🥺🥺 Like Yoongi doesn’t know what really happened so he’s hurt because he thinks that she did things behind his back and my precious oc is scared because she thinks that there will be a fight again because of her and maybe Taetae is going to leave the crew omg i’m gonna cry again 🥺🥺

2- And you know i was so mad at Tae but after last chapter…i’m not THAT mad anymore 🥺 Like despite all the things he chose to stay for oc 🥺 i mean he still acts like a fucking shitbag because of the Jimin’s influence but…deep down i know he still cares and yearn for oc sooo i’m waiting for his redemption 😌 (i still want to murder that Jimin prick btw)

3- God i want MV!Yoongi in my life like he’s so hurt and maybe mad but he still thinks of her wellbeing and even try to comfort her 🥺 ‘tree’ i was so done after that Sibibaby you have no idea maybe it’s just a small thing but still made me teary and soft 🥺🥺🩵

4- Can we say that Kookie is the best boyfriend (beside Yoongi Boongie ofc) ??? 😌🩵 i’d want Tae to see Jungkookie’s lockscreen you know 😏🩵

5- Pinky finger 😭😭😭 omg woman i said don’t make me cry, didn’t i??? How dare you? 😭😭😭

6- Jungkookie is genius omg i laughed out loud at the end and you know i was like ‘hell yeah my good boy you did so well!!!’ 🩵🤣🤣

7- oh and i almost forgot something 😏😏😏😏

‘’He does. Although I hope that you guys talk soon. I can’t bear to watch you guys fight”, he says and pouts, “it’s like watching my parents fight.”

Ahhahahagaga omg I can’t with this boy! Although i can picture them as Jungkookie’s mommy and daddy too 😏 I’m with u on this Hobie 😏

Okayyy Sibibaby now please tell me that they’ll talk a lot (like A LOT) in the attic room 🥺🥺🩵 Love ya lots and can’t wait for the next chapter 🩵🩵💜

THANK YOU for that analysis. I definitely think that that's the case :( as we all learned already, her parents kinda drilled the whole "you are always at fault" mindset into her, so it's understandable that she goes back to "I'm guilty" now that she angered her love :(

SAME ahahaha believe it or not, but I do love my tete jafdsjf and I want him and OC to make up afjdjfa

TREE jfjadsfjsja I love Yoongi so much :( it's getting a fucking problem :(

RIGHT?? Kookie is so fucking cute :( he is always so gentle and respectful with her :( istfg I love how he talks to her. I always imagine him using a tender, soft spoken voice with her and that HURTS ME fnadnf

PINKY FINGER!!!! not gonna lie, that part broke me :( it's so fucking CUTE

hahhahah he is such a sneaky genius istfg I love this man

RIGHT?? I CAN PICTURE IT AS WELL OMFG why do I see like a pegging/anal scene where YOongi and OC take turns in fucking Kook's pretty ass and he is just laying there in the sheets, drooling all over them and spilling subby tears as tiny little "mommy"s and "daddy"s spill out of him 😩😩

MAYBE THEY WILL TALK jaahah I cannot say more I am bound by the oath of secrecy JFJADJF

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #seagulljk #reviews

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swtki · 2 years

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NSFW Headcannons - P.P

Pairing: Tobey! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, sex, minors DNI, overstim, crying, Sub Peter, fem dom, pegging, face sitting, swearing obv, dry humping, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, porn watching, praise kink (m), oral sex (m+f), male fucking female w strapon, orgasm denial, pet names (baby), degrading, let me know if I’ve missed any!

A/N: I am just very horny lol.

Okay as I’ve said in a prev post, this boy is the biggest sub!

He aims to please, in any way he can.

When you first started dating he was so needy and wanted to touch you in any way he could.

He always had your hand in his.

He also always bought you dinner, held doors open, real gentleman shit.

You both prob met after the whole venom thing, so he’d already had some experience with Mary Jane.

He had had sex before, but it wasn’t that good if he were honest.

He always tried to play the big bad wolf when in reality he needed to be one of the three little pigs.

The whimpers he made during make out sessions, the way he parted his pink lips to let out a moan when your pelvises touched, despite them being interrupted by your respective pants.

It all clued you into what he needed.

Peter knew he loved you the moment you pushed him on his bed and lowered yourself to his jeans.

“You don’t have to-“

“But I want to, Pete.”

fuck, that was the best blowjob he had ever had.

he writhed and moaned under your touch, causing you to push his hips down.

“Baby, m’gonna cum. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna..” he babbled, barely coherent.

You let him finish in your mouth, then slowly let it drip down your naked body.

Yeah, he loved you.

While he loved seeing his cock in your mouth, he loved seeing you use his mouth as a seat more.

He absolutely adores the way you taste.

His tongue is so hot and so wet, and he’s so skilled with it too.

His favorite thing is when you cum on his face, grinding onto his mouth while he laps it all up.

He also really loves watching you ride him.

He just lays there like “huh I really am the most lucky dude 😌” Meanwhile you’re grasping onto whatever you can to help prop your body upright.

He is a slut for dirty talk. Specifically when it’s directed towards him.

“such a good boy, letting me use him and his cock. Why’re you trembling baby? I believe in you baby, come on I wanna see you cum all over that pretty belly of yours.”

He probably yelps when he cums.

Also he def enjoys getting pegged.

He saved up his money to buy a strapless strap on (it vibrates) <3

Fucking him in doggy style made him go a bit feral.

I also think he would enjoy overstim

like he’s already cum 3 times that night and you will not give his poor cock a break.

You just keep tugging on it no matter how much he yelps and squirms.

Peter in subspace- whew! lemme just tell yall-

Man loses any sense of time or place

He’s sitting there like 😵‍💫

You’ve probably had to help him put on boxers, help him to the bath, help him drink water, stuff like that.

Also I just wanna slide in that you forced him to watch porn by your side but he wasn’t allowed to touch himself, you were.

He also got an idea from said porn.

He puts on the normal strapon, and fucks you like he’s using his real dick.

He mostly just likes the degrading part.

“Yeah, this fake cock is fucking me better than your tiny little one does” its not tiny, its bigger than the strap tbh

His little heart breaks when he can’t feel your insides but he can feel your arousal on his lower stomach.

Its all worth it, because at the end of the night, if he’s been a good boy, he’ll get a reward.

Usually a blowjob but sometimes another round of him fucking you, only with his cock.

In conclusion: Tobey! Peter is a sub point blank periodt ✋🏻😌

Please reblog my work! Likes are cool but they do not help my work circulate!

#tobey!peter parker #tobey maguire smut #tobey! peter parker x reader #peter 2 #peter 2 x reader #tobey maguire x you #tobey maguire spiderman fic #Peter 2 smut #Spiderman 2002 fanfiction #spiderman 2004 smut #sub! peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader smut #Marvel smut #marvel fanfiction

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one-boring-person · 2 years

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Another idea for a fic:

Submissive Christoph begging you to fuck him with a strap-on while he jerks himself off 😌

I've changed the character in this to Hans again, and I appreciate there may be some historical innacuracy in the existence of this particular toy, but oh well, it is fiction after all😅 I hope you like this!

You Can Do Better Than That.

Colonel Hans Landa (Inglorious Basterds) x reader

Warnings: NSFW, pegging, swearing

Masterlist

(Tagging @jawline-of-steel because I think you'll enjoy this ;)

The door closes loudly behind us as we walk in, sounding almost deafening in the silence we've created. It's a comfortable quiet, but there's some tension, coming particularly from Hans, who has been shooting me looks all afternoon, clearly trying to ask me for something he's struggling to verbalize. I know he's too proud to ask me outright, so I'll wait until he starts taking his advances a little further, knowing the reward is always much sweeter when I do.

Going to the kitchen, I place my bags down and start putting stuff away, humming quietly to myself as he follows me inside, putting his own load down, too. Instead of going about tidying away, however, he stops and stares at me, lip pulled between his teeth, shifting somewhat nervously as he watches me work. Turning to him, I give him a look, only to continue ignoring him as he starts to fiddle with his hands, debating with himself.

I have a vague idea about what he wants, his obvious discomfort making it abundantly clear that something's got him a little flustered, though what it is is a mystery to me.

"(Y/n)..." He finally speaks, voice soft, trying to get my attention.

Turning to him again, I tilt my head, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

The colonel bites his lip, glancing away briefly before looking back.

"I, err, I need your help with something."

"My help? With what?" I smirk now, knowing exactly what he means - he's moved his hands to shield his crotch from view.

Once again, he hesitates to answer, subtly moving the palm of his hand over the bulge forming in his trousers, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"I...I need you, (Y/n). Please." He tells me, making eye contact with me, the hopeful desire in his eyes sending a flash of arousal through me as he fixes them on me, "I've needed you all day."

His admission is what does it for me, my smirk growing larger now.

"Needed me to do what?" I tease him, coming over to him until I'm inches from his face, "Hold you? Kiss you?"

I smirk and move a hand out to brush over his crotch.

"Fuck you?"

Hans' eyes dilate as I say this, a breathy moan leaving him at my words. Bingo, I know just what he's after.

"Fuck me...Please…" He confesses, biting his lip.

Grinning, I lean in and bite his earlobe, speaking directly into his ear.

"Get upstairs, on the bed. Take your clothes off for me." I order him, watching as he nods and leaves, the bedroom door opening moments later as he enters.

A few seconds later, I follow him up, going into the room to find him lying on the bed, his body completely bare to me, cock already hard and swaying in the cool air. Licking my lips at the sight, I go over to the set of drawers on the side and take something out, holding it out of his sight and dropping it by the bed as I get closer.

He keeps his eyes on me, watching my every move as I approach the end of the bed, leaning forward to stroke my hands up the inside of his thighs, smirking as his breath hitches audibly.

"How long have you been hard, hm? How long have you been waiting for this? All day I bet, like a dirty little slut." I tell him, kneeling between his legs so I can lean over him, looking down at his body appreciatively, "Like my good little slut."

He almost moans at his, arching up towards me, eyes begging me to do something, though I make sure to keep clear of contact until he speaks.

"Use your words, Hans." I scold, hovering over him.

"Please touch me, (Y/n), I need you so badly! Please!" He moans out, biting his lip.

"Good boy." I praise him, before leaning down and kissing him roughly, my tongue slipping into his mouth almost instantly, licking deeply into him. Sounds of pleasure escape him as I press myself down on him, applying pressure and friction on his flushed erection, our eyes falling closed as our tongues dance with one another, mine wrapping around his even as he sucks on it. Our teeth knock together accidentally, my hands now running up his bare chest to his nipples, which I flick and roll between my fingers, drawing gasps from him. Needily, he grinds up against me, searching for more friction.

Pulling back, I smirk as a string of saliva trails between our open mouths, his lips swollen from the ferocity of the kiss, his eyes blown with lust.

"Please...Please…" He gasps out, hands lifting to clutch at me.

Batting them away, I smirk and lean back onto my knees, sitting on my heels as I slide my hands down his torso, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. Bending over him, I bite at his collarbone, his sharp intake of breath telling me I've hit the jackpot, my teeth scraping over his skin as I drag my mouth over him. Kissing and sucking, I mouth at his exposed torso, leaving countless marks in my wake, goaded on by the soft moans echoing up from the parted lips of the man below me, his cock starting to weep now as I move further and further down his body.

As I reach his happy trail, I slow my movements, very deliberately kissing down to the base of his hard cock, which I suck at harshly, knowing it drives him crazy. Crying out, Hans bucks into me, only to whine when I hold him down, licking a long stripe up his cock, following the pulsing vein running up his length. Groaning, he struggles not to move, eyes wide as he watches me kiss his tip, desperation clouding his expression when I pull away. Smirking, I sit up and place a hand at the base, wrapping my fist around him and squeezing just the way he likes it. Hans moans again, his head falling back as I drag my hand up to the tip, starting to jerk him off nice and slowly. Using his precum as lube, I get him all worked up, pressing my thumb over the vein, slipping it over his slit, alternating the pressure of my fingers.

Watching him closely, I take note of what affects him the most, using it to my advantage to get him closer and closer to orgasming, lowering my other hand to fondle his balls. This seems to do the trick, Hans' cock starting to twitch as his body tenses, clearly ready to cum.

At the last minute, I pull away, chuckling at his whimpers of desperation and disappointment, his gaze returning to mine.

"(Y/n), please, I need to cum! Please, I'll do anything!" He pleads with me, clutching at the bedsheets in panic.

I tilt my head.

"Don't worry, you'll get to cum...but it depends how badly you want it. I thought you wanted me to fuck you?" I tease him, stroking his quivering thighs.

"Yes, yes please! Fuck me, (Y/n)! Please, fuck me hard!" He begs, looking up at me pleadingly.

"And how should I fuck you, hm?" I start to run a hand down to my own crotch, finding his pleasure to be incredibly arousing, his whines and pleas going straight to my core.

He blushes as he realizes what I want to hear, his ears going bright red.

"I...I want you inside me." He murmurs, looking down.

Tutting, I tilt his chin up with two fingers, making him look me in the eye.

"What was that?" I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

He hesitates before replying again.

"I want you inside me." He bites his lip, "Please, (Y/n), I want you to fuck me hard. Please fuck me, until I can barely walk tomorrow without being reminded of how you ruined me."

His words send a bolt of heat to my own core, arousal building quickly.

Climbing off the bed, I strip myself of my own clothes, Hans watching me raptly as I get bare, the man swallowing at the sight. Leaning down, I pick up the object I dropped by the bed before, securing it to my crotch with a smirk. He eyes the strap-on with some trepidation, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"I'm going to need this slicked up if you want me to fuck that tight hole of yours, Hans." I gesture to the fake cock protruding from the harness, knowing full well it isn't the only prep we'll need.

Eagerly, he scrambles up the bed until he's level with my crotch, opening his mouth as he looks up at me, knowing exactly what I want. Smiling at his obedience, I slide the cock into his mouth, watching as his tongue caresses the rubber, his eyes falling closed as I buck it into his throat, wanting to get it completely wet with his saliva. Drool drips down his chin, his lips stretched beautifully around the fake body part, being as gentle as as if it were real.

Deeming it ready, I tap his chin and pull out.

"Up on the bed, on your front, ass up." I command him, slapping his thigh as he goes to move.

Whining needily, he does as he's told, swaying his ass temptingly as I climb on behind him, his hole bared to me.

Groaning at the sight of him so ready for me, I spit on his asshole and use two fingers to push the saliva into him, working him open for me. He's tight, muscles clenching around my digits as I push them into him, the sensations drawing loud moans from him, his fists clenching the bedsheets again. Adding a third finger, I work him open, quickly getting him prepared.

As soon as he is, I move forward and place the head of the cock at his entrance, pushing in only enough so it starts to penetrate him. Rocking back into me, he whines, trying to encourage me until he realizes I want him to speak to me again.

"Please...please, fuck me, (Y/n), fuck me so hard!" He pleads, accent heavy now.

"You can do better than that, Hans." I tell him, slapping his ass hard, a frown escaping him.

"Fuck me until I can't walk! Destroy my tight hole with your big cock, so that the only thing I can remember is your name and the feeling of you slamming inside me! I want you so bad, please! Please completely ruin me!" He begs, sounding as if he's crying for me, arching into me as he does so.

"That's more like it." Is all I can say as I thrust the cock into him, bottoming out in one go.

He moans loudly, a groan leaving me as the end of the cock presses into my sensitive clit, sending a wave of pleasure through me. Rocking back on me, Hans urges me on, craving more, his cock still weeping from earlier, balls drawn up tightly.

Moving out, I keep the head in for a brief moment before I slam back into him, setting a hard, rough pace, using his body as the harness rubs against me, drawing grunts of pleasure from me even as he makes obscene sounds himself. I grip his hips, using the leverage to my advantage as he grab a at the bedsheets, needing something to hold on to as I pound into him, fucking him roughly.

As he gets close again, however, I pull out once more, not giving him time to complain as I roll him over and enter him once more, continuing the hard pace relentlessly, watching the pleasured expression on his face. Precum stains his chest and abdomen, his cock slick with the stuff as it moves in time with my thrusts, the head red and flushed, looking painful. Leaning down, I bite at his chest again, leaving yet more marks as he arches into me, mewling needily from the onslaught of pleasure he's feeling, his brow furrowed in ecstasy as he grasps at me. Once more, I feel him getting closer to his climax, stopping again as he reaches the brink.

Whining, he looks up at me, surprised when I suddenly roll us both over, leaving him on top of me. The surprise swiftly vanishes as the cocks sinks further into him, sliding over his G-spot, a broken moan tearing from his lips as he falls forwards, bracing himself on my chest. Instinctively, he starts to ride the cock, lifting and lowering himself onto it, finding the right angle even as I buck my hips up into him, slamming into his prostate with every thrust, rendering him almost speechless as the pleasure consumes him.

He takes his cock in hand, fisting himself in time with his movements, twitching in his hand. Smearing his fluids all over himself, he bites his lip and squeezes himself, going faster even as he bucks up and down on the strap faster, drawing sounds of pleasure from me as it starts to knock hard against my clit, bringing me close to orgasm. Pleasure races through me, mirrored in him as his body goes tense, cock already beginning to spurt as he grinds down on me, head thrown back.

"Cum, Hans, cum!" I growl up to him, holding his hips hard as I thrust up into him, moaning as my orgasm erupts within me.

Through the rush of ecstasy, I watch him cum all over my chest and his hand, his grip tightening as he cries out, falling forwards onto me, made weak by the flood of sensations. He jerks in my arms, sensitive as his cock spills the last of its seed onto us both, his hole fluttering around the hard cock still inside him.

Gently, I push him off, removing the strap from him and myself, returning to bed with him.

"That better?" I murmur to him, pulling him into my arms again.

He nods, humming.

"Much better. Thank you." He says against my chest, holding me close.

"Anytime." I smirk, "Especially if you beg as prettily as that again."

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