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kisakis-boyfriend · 18 hours
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In an interview Wakui said Mitsuya was like a wolf in sheep's clothing, and all I can imagine is him making someone think it'd be easy to get him into bed, but he's an absolute tease about it, he'll walk around 'innocently' in just your shirt, or a loose pair of shorts, hug you from behind, just tight enough you can feel every part of him through his clothes, but he never lets you have him. He makes you work for it, damn near tortures you and acts as if he doesn't know what he's doing. He'll ask for your opinion on a new clothing line he's doing and come out in a full lingerie set, saying some line about not having an actual model to put it on. But once he finally let's you have him its worth it because he'll be just as frustrated and worked up as you are, if not more
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I can 100% see that. He gives off those vibes for sure. 😏
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butchjesus · 6 months
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if you are comfortable doing so please rb with your gender and/or sexuality and what you voted for (or which ones you would've if you could pick multiple) 👁👁 I am very curious
(edit: turning off reblogs bc this got waaay more attention than I expected, thnks for voting & sharing tho ! u can still leave replies if u want instead of tagging)
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goryhorroor · 6 months
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day 18 of horror: female vampires
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uspiria · 21 days
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Thirst (1979) dir. Rod Hardy
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moondirti · 1 month
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there’s something so erotic about a man who grabs your jaw when you keep avoiding his gaze so he can force your eyes on his
featuring: SOAP, afab reader, oral, spitting, mild dubcon (i.e. boundary crossing)
soap has always been intense. a bullet shot off in a steel room, bound to ricochet until it makes contact with something that can absorb its impact. you're in the right place at the right time: a bar, the gym he frequents, perhaps even a football game he'd been anticipating for weeks. it doesn't really matter what context he first spots you in – all that energy, that orderless enthusiasm he seems to prescribe to everything, sharpens to focus solely on you. bonnie wee thing that keeps sliding him wily looks, instilling in him a mission he knows he won't back down from.
at first it's how to approach you. easy enough; you like him too, that much he can tell. so when you eventually agree to a farmers market date (where he intends to spoil you rotten with food from every stall), it becomes about opening you up. figuratively at first, you have a hard time keeping up with him without getting overwhelmed. startled at how forthcoming he is, stunned at the manner in which he treats you. like he's known you for years, a childhood best friend you only met last tuesday. he calls right after your first date, asks you to accompany him for coffee before his morning run. shows up at your door unannounced, carrying tools to fix the fan you briefly complained wasn't working. is bold enough to sneak his hand on your thigh while you're watching a movie later that evening, gradually moving higher as your breath begins to falter.
he spares no effort once things get sexual, either. if you expect him to go easy for your first time, you'll come to sorely regret the mistake. quick to slip out of his too-tight shirt, even quicker to spread your legs out on your couch. manages to get your joggers off but opts to merely shift your panties to the side, fingers hooked in the thin material (which he will pocket later). when he envelops your entire cunt with his mouth, his tongue digs into every fold, every hole if it means he can swallow down the smallest part of you.
taste s’good hen, bloody mad wae it
only you’re not looking at him. instead, you’ve thrown your head back, too lost in the pleasure to pay attention to the show he’s putting on for you. why exactly, he's not sure. he’s being good, isn’t he? giving you everything you need? his heart races a mile per minute and something needy, something dark twists within him. he laves his tongue over your hole once more, collecting the juices that pour for him and gathering it behind his teeth alongside a hefty glob of saliva.
when he moves up your body, he tucks your chin in his palm, pulling your head down to face him.
it's too much. too much. he doesn't seem to realise it, but you're breathing is still inconsistent and shallow, and you're about to cry from overstimulation. now he's forcing eye contact, nose kissing yours, and pressing down on either side of your jaw so you're forced to open your mouth wide. you know what's coming, see it from the way his cheeks move. it's all you can do to brace yourself for the inevitable, unable to voice your aversion to the kink. fisting your hands, tensing your throat. but it's as you close your eyes that his self-restraint snaps.
so, he spits. it's thick and messy and heady with the smell of your sex. he doesn't even aim it properly. a significant amount of it lands on your lip, some even on your nose. your tongue gets the brunt of it though, the new weight of fluid causing you to gag. yet his pupils are blown so wide they're barely blue anymore, a cerulean ring around bottomless black, fixated on the sloppy state of your mouth, and it's hard to deny him anything that boils him down to such a state. like a puppy. over-eager and exhilarated when you indulge him so.
you never learn to like it, though it becomes a routine thing.
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celine-song · 6 months
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THIRST (2009) dir. Park Chan-wook
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cruelfeast · 2 months
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Thirst (2009) dir. Park Chan-wook
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rene-darling · 11 months
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rene, have you ever thought of just tall, humongous kinda reader with xiao???? like my size kink is getting outta hand and i thought how easily little xiao would get overstimulated and overwhelmed with like,,,,, idk maybe 6’5 reader or smt. poor bby would be dump on reader’s cock/strap the moment they fully enter him
XIAO- with a tall/oni reader
FUCK YES!! Ofcourse ive thought about it also...i LOVE the nickname rene it's so cute omg
...Xiao...
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Xiao doesn't usually notice such things he claims they don't matter to him...but- when you're standing next to him and he has to look up at you he can't help but gulp!
The first time he sees your strap/cock he's shocked! "th-that wont fit!!" he's too small! That huge thing of yours just won't fit!
He's trembling and your not even half way yet he looks down in horror he can't imagine how your gonna stuff him with the rest of it!!
His hole is all swollen and puffy!! It's all red from stretching so much but he can't help it he's your good boy so he'll take your cock..or at least try to!!
He's trying his best but he just can't especially if you ask him to ride you no way! That's impossible how's he supposed to sit on..it!!
You would finally get it all inside of him and if you thrust even one time he's gonna end in cumming all over!
Gets overstimulated sooo easily!! He's whipping whining and sobbing big globe of tears escape his pretty eyes as your hands while are almost bigger then his face clean them
Loves loves loves! Being carried like a princess but he's too embarrassed to tell you...
He's obsessed with the idea of you picking his little body of the ground twirling him around and carrying him like a princess
He catches a glimpse of you carrying him in the mirror once and omg he went completely red!
Stuff him full of you anywhere you want in a tree outside a building or in a dingy ally way whenever he questions it just tell him how "Angel you're so small no one will even see you!!"
It's true! Whenever you hug him or stand infront of him it's like you engulf him completely
He grabs onto your horns as you fuck him into oblivion just stuff one finger in his mouth and that's big enough to keep him from making noises!!
And when its your oni rut...may the archons help him
Is it just him or have you gotten even bigger!!
You don't let him leave the bed as you fuck him so hard he falls unconscious! He's screaming your name so much he forgets his own name
You fuck his so deep you break the bed and his back!
Poor darling of yours can't walk for so many days afterwards his legs give out on him and the place between his legs hurt!!
He's sobbing softly as you give him a prostate massage as a thank you
He loves clinging to you as you completely engulf his small figure you're so big!!
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gettingsilly · 10 months
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Leon and I just- [AGGRESSIVE BED CREAKING] yknow we- [WET SLAPPING NOISES] and I think- [CLOTHES TEARING] It’s um- [MUFFLED SCREAMING] [SCRATCHING NOISES] Yknow?
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ccerealbowl · 1 year
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My take on the demanding vs. begging trend with my beloved Monnie 🤍
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doomh3ad · 2 years
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i'm a whore for him (he is is deeply damaged and mentally unstable)
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kisakis-boyfriend · 2 months
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imagine stroking Mikey under the blanket while watching a movie with the Sano siblings and making it extra hard for him to be quiet by edging him :)
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Mikey will not make it out with his sanity, unfortunately. You're going to edge him until there's zero thoughts up in his little head.
At least Shinichiro suggested turning off the lights to make it "an authentic theater experience", so the lewd expressions on Mikey's face won't be quite as noticeable. His siblings aren't any the wiser when Mikey covers his mouth; eyes rolling back into his skull as you stroke him just how he likes, only to stop right before he cums. The movie is juuust loud enough to cover the sounds of his heavy breathing and choked moans as you edge him throughout the entire film.
Of course, you're not going to let him cum right next to his siblings. That'd be way too embarrassing! How thoughtful of you to wait until you're alone later that night—or maybe not until tomorrow morning—to finally allow him the release that's been building up overnight. How kind you are to clear his mind of nothing except thoughts of you bringing him over the edge however you'd like.
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prettiestboytoy2 · 1 year
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goryhorroor · 3 days
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horror sub-genres: vampire
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uspiria · 20 days
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Thirst (1979) dir. Rod Hardy
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moondirti · 7 months
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warnings: smut, afab!anatomy, unprotected p-in-v, eye contact, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), biting, hickeys, drooling, literally a good for nothing thirst, pwp
Miguel O'Hara likes to watch your face as he fucks you.
Doggy style and cowgirl are good 'n' all, don't get him wrong. There's a particular way to them that allows him to hit parts of you inaccessible in any other position. But Miguel O'Hara likes to watch your face as he fucks you – sandwiched between your spread legs, rutting in missionary – because nothing gets him going like the subtle unravelling of your expressions. The manner in which your brows screw up, or the tears that droop your lashes. How glossy your lips get with the spittle you've no energy to swallow, drooling, fucked silly on his cock.
Yeah, if he had it his way every time, he'd choose to be real up close and personal, his full weight on top of you. Nothing gets him going like when your noses touch one another, your jaw captured in his hand. He holds your head in place because he knows how flustered you get with constant eye contact, all demure in spite of the wanton moans he thrusts out of your chest. So, you're either a shy thing or his attention is too intense, severe reverence pouring from carmine irises onto every tenuous reaction. The room, your shared space, heady and sweltering hot with sex.
And he never misses a thing. He sees the way your teeth clench when he pinches your clit, ignited by the strict pleasure. He sees how your cheeks cringe, pull, drop, when he plugs you with his cock, siphoned into stillness by your spasming slit. And when he whispers filthy promises onto your chin, mouth pressed there in a perpetual kiss – gonna fuck you full, corazón. my pretty girl, clever girl. gonna cum into you and lick it clean. you'd like that, hm? uhuh. yeah, i see you. i know you would – he revels in the hot bursts of breath that fan across his cheeks. He's always close enough that he can feel, not just hear, your moans.
That's the thing. Miguel likes panting in tandem with you – warm, dry palm smoothing the matted hair off your cheek. He's always infinitely more composed, though. A thin sheen of sweat glazes his bronzed skin, and his cock is slick with both your juices, but he still manages to keep his wits about while you hardly remember yours. They're always honed in on you; how you respond, what you like, what he does that draws the loudest scream. He peppers your face in kisses and nips the fleshier bits. He nuzzles the plane under your jaw. He keeps his efforts almost exclusively focused on your head and cunt, equally divided amongst the two, and it's only on the rare occasion that he ventures away from either.
To take a nipple into his mouth, maybe, tongue lapping at the pebbled peaks. To lay hickeys over your chest – a personal favourite past time when the rise and fall of it is another indication to your enjoyment. To drag his fangs softly on the soft expanse of your tummy. He always makes good on his word, so he eats you out like your pouring into him will quench him for weeks, stuffing his face on puffy folds and refusing to come up for air.
All the while, though, his eyes will remain trained on you. They never left. He props your neck up by a pillow so your expressions are still accessible to him, and when he moves gradually down your body, they're focused upward through dark lashes. If you squint through the foggy pleasure that obscures your vision, you in turn can recognise the subtle smirks he makes at every ministration. The sniffs when you cum on his lips for the umpteenth time. The lewd wet of his fingers when he sucks them in preparation for your needy hole. He scissors them into you, stretches you enough, then dives back up to squash a bruising kiss to your lips as his cock finds its way back in again.
Because he can't forget the other component of his promise, of course – to pump you full of his seed. It's so much, an hours worth of build up, straining his heavy balls from the moment you started. He humps you until every last drop is adequately milked from them, groaning into your mouth as his tongue wrestles yours. It's hard to breath with his body pinning you down, all broad shoulders and defined muscles, and the unrelenting attention battering you into something stupid – yet the hypoxia only adds another intoxicating angle to the mix. You have to make the decision between stopping for air or taking him in in all his vigour.
And, more often than not, it's the latter. It's the least you can do after all he's given you, after all.
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