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lalalychee-x · 4 days

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"Bad Idea!" Boothill x Reader ft. his hat

CW: NSFW! MDNI! fem!reader; sex where ur on a window sill; squirting + licking it off again lol; slight exhibitionism (the door's open); biting; Boothill's tongue has its own warning; clothes ripping; fingering; robo-dick and cyborg fingers lmao; creampie; blood from biting is mentioned like twice and barely; teasing; braless; begging; edging; sweet and soft Boothill bc he's a cutie; empty warnings; he can't breathe since he doesn't have lungs?? word count: 3415 oopsie

song4this Bad Idea by Ariana Grande

♡ Whenever Boothill's hat goes missing, he knows you're responsible, so it ends up with him hunting around for you. You run away with his hat on to tease him, and he runs after you, playfully nibbling at your cheek. It's all fun and games until the hat is the only thing you have on.. ♡ Basically, you steal his hat to tease him, but end up getting fucked silly until you apologise to him. With the hat on. And only the hat on. "Ya wanted to wear it so badly, darlin', so ya got it."

inspo post from @madamofthestars (psst, check them out! They super cool!) art creds: skoukax on insta

"C'mon now, sugar, ya know that ain't yours…!" Boothill called out behind out, his voice a mixture of frustration and amusement.

You rolled your eyes, quickly glancing back through a spin on your heel; the hat wobbling slightly as you held it in place with one hand.

You look back at him, sticking your tongue out, before giggling and darting off. You sharply turned a corner, your heart racing as you waited for the perfect moment to lead him down a wilder chase.

Boothill scoffs, an amused smirk tugging at his lips, "Oh, gettin' smart now, are we?"

You spin back around, your heart racing as the clicking of his boots gets closer and quicker, "I am smart!" You taunted him a little, the brim of the hat bobbing as you picked up speed.

"Ya little fudgin' minx," Boothill muttered under his breath, his curses amusingly censored as they reached your ears. "I swear, when I get my hands on ya…"

"You can't even swear properly!" You call out again, turning your head as you ran, setting the hat askew.

You catch a glimpse of him running towards you, the sight beyond amusing to see when running at such speed. You attempt to call back, but your voice dissolves into a fit of giggles and gasps for air as you ran.

You snapped your head back, facing forward to drag out the chase. It was all fun and games until you realised you'd diverted your attention for too long and cornered yourself in a dead-end room. Boothill's imposing figure filled the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of you. You were panting but your index and thumb firmly gripped the brim of the hat, assuring it stayed on your head.

A room was an overstatement; a storage room, just maybe, with a singular horizontal window panel that stretched about a meter wide at most. It let in a few spells of moonlight.

Boothill leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over the metal plates of his chest, "Gotcha now," He laughed, the star-shaped insignia on his jacket clicking against the metal of his torso as he did so. "My hat looks mighty fine on ya, but I think it's time ya give it back."

You adjusted the hat, spining it on your low on your brow.

"Come on, just a little longer—?" You teased, batting your eyelashes in a futile attempt to charm him.

"No can do, darlin'," He chuckled again, pushing the door shut behind him. The room dimmed as the light from outside blocked out. "But if ya apologise, I'ma let you have it a bit longer."

"Ok ok, sorry!" You smile sheepishly, reaching a hand to the hat. "There, can I keep it for longer?"

Boothill looked at you with a raised eyebrow, as if you were joking. "That it?"

"Well, else do you want me to say?" You stood there, a bit dumbfounded.

He stared for a second longer before edging himself closer, his face close to yours, bionic fingers tracing up and down your neck. "C'mon, apologise properly."

He tipped the hat up by the brim to expose your eyes better to him. He leaned down, the sharp edges of his teeth latching onto the soft skin of your cheek, pressing hard enough that they'd definitely leave jagged crescent-shaped scars in the morning.

He moved some hair away from your neck, his voice low against your ear as he nibbled across your jaw, "C'mon sweetcheeks, I know ya can work that mouth better than tha't. What happened to all tha't smart talk from before, hm?"

A flushed heat crawled up your neck, dusting your cheeks a rosy pink even in the dim light. It took a moment, before your quickening gasps dissolved into stutters, "A-ah, that was a j-joke…"

"A j-j-joke?" He laughed low against your ear, playfully mocking your stutter, "But you look to be takin' it real serious, sweetheart."

He paused, before licking a long stipe down from your jaw down to your collar bone. "M'still wanting that pretty lil' apology. C'mon."

God, his tongue was going to drive you insane-

You let out a shaky breath, lowering your hand from the hat on your head to place comfortably on his metal shoulder plates. "Hey hey, sorry sorry, I won't steal your hat again, ah—!"

You gasped, almost buckling over as Boothill planted a particularly mean bite through the thin skin of your collarbone.

Glancing down through hazy eyes, you watched as he swiped his tongue over his teeth, licking away the small beads of blood across his jagged dentures. "Ya said that last time too, darlin'."

Your grip tightened on his shoulders, "C'mon, I mean it this… t-time-!"

Your eyes widened, watching Boothill's teeth latch onto the neckline of your dress, yanking it roughly until it ripped. You yelped at the sudden rush of cool air against your bare chest, nipples hardening under the sudden exposure.

"Boothill!" Your arms snapped around the obnoxious tear in your clothes. "The door's practically still open!"

He chuckled, tracing a line with his sharp teeth along your breast.

He raised an eyebrow, "No bra? Yer askin' for it now, sweetheart."

Your face felt really warm again, excuses coming out nothing more than mutters, "I-It… was really warm, today…"

"Aight then, darlin'," he cupped his metal palms under your thighs, hoisting you up until you sat on the window sill, your back pressed against the pane of the window. "Besides, if we get caught, then they jus' gonna havet' give us some privacy…"

You gulped away any nervousness as he shyed away your arms from your chest. He trailed his mouth down your teared bodice, ripping fabric as he went, until he reached the waistline of your dress. He paused for a moment, before ripping a tear down it, right to the hem of the skirt, the sliced fabric falling either side of your thighs.

Goosebumps raced up the exposed skin of your thighs, eyeing when he knelt down, two loud clanks as the metal joints of his knees hit the floor.

He grinned at the sight of the thin fabric of your underwear, running his teeth along his teeth again.

"What pretty panties, hm? Was half expectin' yer to be bare down here too, sweetheart." He lifted your right leg over his shoulder. "Shame 'm gonna rip 'em so soon."

"Hey—! Come on, c-careful!" You shivered slightly as his canines hooked around the stretchy fabric, piercing a hole in them.

"Right darlin'. It's ya punishment for not apologisin'."

"H-huh—?"

There was a staggered ripping sound as your underwear ripped from top corner to bottom corner, the material coming off with the dragging of his teeth.

You yelp, gripping his hair, "You—! Are you going to fucking shred everything I'm wearing—?!"

"Yeah, am plannin' on it, darlin'." He chuckled before trailing his tongue up your slit, already a drooling mess between your legs.

You shiver, your fingers gripping his hair tighter, the door cracked open only making your heart race faster. Oh Aeons, if someone were to see you exposed to him like this, pressed up against the window—

"Shh, relax sweetheart. The thrill's the best part. Jus' breathe for me, ok?" He began to rub up and down your slit, his voice soothing and his thumb lingering at your clit for a moment too long just to force a whine out of you. "But if I were ya, I'd start apologisin' if you wanna cum this time."

"H-haah—?!"

He didn't respond to your breathless protest, but circled two fingers around your entrance, watching amused as slick pooled on his fingertips. "Stubborn? Y'need some encouragement, do ya?"

He licked a long stripe up again letting tongue swirl around your clit before slipping a finger in, his mouth still hot against your folds.

He grinned and looked up at your nervous expression melting into pleasure, his head leaning against the inside of your thigh. "There y'go, sweetheart, ain't that feel good?"

"Hnngh—!" You desperately tried to roll your hips on his finger, only to fail and your body halt into a series stutters.

"Really fudgin' desperate, are we?" He laughed a little, sucking in a breath. "Hol' on, darlin', I'll find it."

He slid his finger in and out tantalisingly slow, his tongue brushing over your clit; you could feel the steel of his teeth occasionally that irked your body with shocks of pleasure. Content with your faltering ego, he slipped another finger in, the stretch making you wince before whining.

"B-boothill, 'm sorry, please-let-me-just, a-ah—!" Your eyes widen, one hand curved over and gripping the window sill and the other firmly on his hair.

"Hm, what's that darlin'?" He stupidly grins, his bottom lip glossed over with spit and your arousal. "Didn't quite hear ya…"

He curled his two fingers upwards, the rubber pads on his fingertips pressing firmly against that sweet spot deep inside you.

"F-fuckkknngh…" Your eyes roll out of focus, hips subcounciously rocking against his bent fingers and your back arched until your head pressed against the window pane — with the hat still on.

He clicked his tongue. "There. 'M found it. Now where are my sorries and Iwontdoitagain's?" He began to pump the two fingers in and out, roughly pressing against that sweet spot every thrust of them. "Still want a proper apology, sweetheart—"

He stays substantially quiet — amiss a few amused hums and chuckles — listening to your flurry of apologies and letting you listen to the sloppy squelches of your cunt.

"God, I'm sorry— I won't—"

"Oh, is that so, darlin'?"

"H-hn, god, I won't do it again—!"

"Sure ya won't, darlin'…" He sucked in a breath, voice shaky between your legs, before picking up the pace with a stupid grin on his face, flashing his shark teeth. You whine, rocking your hips in helpless stutters, your pussy openly accepting the change in pace and clenching around his digits while he curls them deeper and quicker inside of you. "Fuckfuckfuckk— I'm sorry, sorrysorry— pleasejust—"

Boothill grinned at your mush of words. Your mouth hung open, chewing at your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to muffle the drunk blabbles that spilled out of your mouth.

He mutters, his voice low between your trembling thighs, "C'mon sweetheart, y'mouth can beg better than that." He rolls his tongue over your clit again, pumping his fingers in and out, sticky threads leaking from your cunt and sprawling between his fingers and the sides of your thighs.

You clenched your eyes shut, tears pricking at your eyes, "Boothill, c'mon, 'm sorryyy— w-won't do it again— promise—!"He lets out a low hum, gently flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue— oh god, his damned tongue. A flash of panic spread across your face, feeling him begin to slow down.

"Or what, sweetheart?" He experimentally twisted his hand agonisingly slow as he pumped in and out, pistoning your cunt with his fingers at deeper angles, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

"Please, 'm gonna — hic — c-cum—!" Tears began pricking at your eyes, "God, please, fuck, I've learned my lesson —!" Your pleas come out in choked sobs, "Please don't — hic — slow down—!"

"Attagirl," He grinned, the flat steel of his teeth pressed up against your slit as his tongue flit over that bundle of nerves at the tip that drove you insane, quicker this time, "Jus' a bit more, yeah?"

He slid in for a final time and jerked his hand upwards, settling his fingers into you, firmly hooking repeatedly into that sweet spot. His voice and laugh were teasing, vibrations low and tempting between the plush of your thighs. "C'mon — make a real fudgin' mess on m'face, sweetheart."

"B-boothill, 'm gonna—!"

Your fingers grip the smooth locks of his hair, head pushed against the glass, his name shamelessly spilling out of your mouth. Specks of white flash from behind your eyes, vision going hazy and choked moans straggering from your throat.

You hear him chuckle lightly underneath you, cooing at the clench around his fingers and the gushes of viscid liquid coating his tongue, lips and fingers so well.

He slowly pulled away after rubbing strangely vexing circles a few more times inside you. He glances up at you with a satisfied grin, his mouth and chin glossy with your fluids.

Lowering your thigh from his shoulder, he let it dangle back over the window sill before standing up with a loud scrape of his metal joints against the floor.

He cleaned his fingers clean of the sheeny, pretty slick with his tongue and making sure to roll them around in his mouth before taking them out with a 'pop—!'

"Real mess y'made, sweetcheeks." He grinned, flashing his teeth at you, as he used the back of his hand to wipe away any remnants. "Tastes real good, though."

"H-hnn…" Your voice came out rough and croaky, your head lolling to one side, setting the hat to tumble off your head.

He snapped a hand to the hat, placing it back on your head with a mischievious smile, "No no, keep it on. Ya wanted to wear it so badly, darlin', so y'got it."

You blink for a few moments, regaining your breath, "Oh, fuck you—!"

"With pleasure—"

"What am I going to wear when getting out of here?! At least you're clothed!" You motion to the sliced fabric on either side of your legs, and the ripped bodice of your dress hanging on dear threads.

With your comment, he slipped off and discarded his jacket that didn't even cover much anyway.

"Ya won't need anythin' for a while now, darlin'. Think of it when we get there." Boothill laughed, flicking away the torn rags. "Besides, y'look good with just the hat on. Think I've put your mouth to enough good use too."

You lick your lips, opening your mouth to say something but quickly shutting it again at the swift unbuckling of his belt; it heaves down to his thighs from the weight of the cartridges hung on it.

His fingers travel, hitching onto a cock of metal plates, the edges of them encased in thick black rubber right from the girth until reaching a swollen tip of black rubber.

You sharply breathe, eyeing the scale-like texture, taking note of every rib on it as it lined up against you. You suddenly blush at the realisation of mouth almost salivating, muttering, "You so owe me a new dress after this—"

Boothill let out an amused hum, one hand wiping a line of drool from your lip then trailing down to your tits, cupping the flesh with cold metal fingers. You shiver, the skin on your chest pebbled with goosebumps before gasping at a sudden bite along the sensitive skin.

"—?!"

The quick spike of pain quickly subsided into a tingly sort of pleasure as Boothill's tongue drove around the swelling mark, peppering a few more as he went until he was so bent over into you that his cock pushed up against your pussy, the metal cool against your puffy and swollen clit.

"Ah, fudge, darlin'—" He grits his teeth, feeling the warmness of you just on his tip. He huffs a little, barely fitting it in voice raspy as his face is buried into your neck. "Open up a bit, sweetheart will ya—?"

He backs away for a moment to grab both of your legs, hooking them firmly over his shoulders. You groaned at the stretch, keeping both hands on the window sill in desperation. He grinned at your pussy spread wider over his tip now, clenching around it and sheening the bulb of rubber with slick. "There y'go…"

He groaned, breathing shaky as he slid it slowly. "A-ah, God—"

"A-ah, God—" Your eyes widen, rolling out of focus from feeling every metal rib of his cock push into you, forcing it thick and hard into your cunt until it reached the base. You tense, locking your legs around his neck. "Fuck, I told you to be careful—!"

He let out a shaky laugh, "Sorry 'bout that darlin'—"

He places one hand on the window sill for leverage, the other coming to press the hat down on your head. With a sharp breath in, he begins to move, deep long strokes at first to make sure you felt every bump along the scale-plating of his cock against your walls.

And, god, did it drive you insane; the texture was too much, almost sending your sending your already-sensitive pussy into overstimulation. "Hnn, t-too much —! Boothillholdon, itsgonnahmph—!"

"Jus' relax, darlin', you've taken it before…" He whispers low into your ear, stressing the pace of his movements, losing himself in the warmth of your cunt and grinning at your indecipherable mush of words spilling from your mouth again. Muffled groans escape as he listens to your moans, picking up the pace.

You subconciously roll your hips against the thrusting of his cock, every metal plate rubbing smooth and hard against your walls, the thick rubber of his tip hitting hard against your g-spot.

"Killer hips y'got there, baby—" He cooes breathlessly in your ear, his own voice breaking as he thrust in and out of your sopping cunt. You flush a deep red, your face now hot and bothered when you realise how desperate you were against his cock.

You open your mouth to reply, probably with something smart but your lips are greeted with the stark taste of iron and your own slick on his tongue as his mouth kisses yours shut. You whine through his lips, feeling his tongue deep in your mouth until your whole body shivered and tingled. You tried to keep your eyes open, only to end up crossing them over in a fucked-out haze.

Your legs trembled over his shoulders, locking him tighter in place to bully his cock deeper into your cunt. His eyes widened at the lock, then he grinnned.

"Fudge, y'not lettin' m'get away, are ya—?" He groaned before huffing out a laugh, finally lowering his hand from the hat on your head to place them both on your hips, roughly slamming them onto him to target that sweet spot inside you.

"Hnn — hic — god, m'gonna—" Your words come out slobbery, your lips glossed over and drooling.

"C'mon, pretty, cum f'me…" He dug the metal of his fingers into your hips, his own beginning to stutter and shake as he moved. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against your clit in uneven circles to drag the orgasm out of you. "Make a real mess, sweetheart—"

Patches of white and yellow flash behind your eyes, your hips buckling forward. You let out a long choked moan that stuttered with every slackening thrust of his hips that gummed your insides with thick ropey spills of cum.

Gently, he slowed until the stimulation against your slit burned off, leaving you tingly and weak. Weak enough to finally let go of the leg lock you had on his neck.

The grip on your hips slackened as he pulled away, whistling at the mess between you both. He took a moment to watch the white slick drip between your legs. "Feel full as a tick yet, darlin'?"

You tried to respond, but your whole body almost lolled to the side, only stopped quickly by his arm. He gazed down at you, stupidly grinning and laughing at the sight. "What'd I say, darlin'? I did shut up that smart mouth of yours." He clicked his tongue in thought, "Even got m'self the cutest little apologies—"

With any remaining energy you had, you playfully whacked him on the arm and cut him off, to which he faked a wince. He had forgotten the bodily difference in stamina between you two.

"Ouch— fudge, darlin', at least you got some spark left in ya. Fine, 'ma buy you a… no, ten dresses in turn, 'kay?" He pressed a small kiss on your forehead then eyed the dimly lit room, catching sight of the hat that had tumbled off your head at some point and the jacket he had teasingly thrown off. "For now, 'm jacket and that hat are gonna have to do."

"Oh, fuck you—" You scoff, your head in the curl of his elbow.

He smiled, running his hand through your hair. "C'mon, y'wanted to wear that hat so badly. Y'looked real good in it…"

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coldlobbiesofmarble · 2 years

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also while i am play-ing meltdown mashups aka posts where i show what rue is listening to (aka the shit that rue dances / stims / disassociates to), here’s a cool person’s music , in longform, represented [ it’s not my music btw ] by a fireworks show video they stole off wolfman museum of art making said music mix thus forever associated w/ my dream place to try to live w con mi cool/ gay/unhinged frixnds and gays and mutuals..or at least chill out and eat out and smonk and go to the park and attend concerts and club with

[ link to the mix : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoH5QBGsOE0&t=1s ]

#i had to separate this because i dont talk when i post my mashups but i feel like i owe you all this. also this is my blog and i wanna talk #the fact that a couple weeks ago i had my sibling ( still really oung) come otu to me - they were also gay but now #they are openly not - cisgender. and that is so so so overwhelming but i have hope. they have a squad of lgbts #meltdown mashup #✨💖some cities you really full a pull to. or even a town... a regioneven if it's out of your tax bracket.#enqueued [ sorta hiatus ]#one day.. you know...? like i deserve it #i do feel regret about not having my dream art/animation career in asia and then ive realized that after migrating i missed out on an NYC bA #i basically have spent my life just babysitting people that were older than me or galling them into doing the minimum. its such a bitch #tw parents / abuse in tags ```#yeah obviously it's hard to be an immigrant but the moment you want your family to be your clones and fulfill your identity. ur fucked UP.#you should have dealt with that shit before you had KIDS who you put first . they starve without you. they`re innocent. ur no saint😒#and theres no way that my NON BINARY sibling with also zero passion for stem `s going to get a lick of KINDNESS before i disown this family #STEM* sorryouaksjkjk #but while my disabled ass remaisn unmedicated ... yeah im going to have to deal with you and take care of my fellow non binary sibling #cw misgendering / transphobia #who is fucking tiny and fucking terrified. whose not about to settle for being misgendered.#honestly like this is the tip of the iceberg. i wont go into other stuff that im still healing from . idk hoow ive trivvialized it all 4 so #so long like. it's not trivial. but i tell myself ` it's fine ur being dramatic `

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nanaslutt · 8 months

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Choso in the new episode hngh

choso x reader with a praise kink when 🙁

I love you omg 😝

YOU GET ME NONNIE I LOVE YOU<333

contains: fem reader, switch!choso, soooo much praise, fluff, oral(r!receiving), riding choso’s face, dirty talk, choso cums in his pants, pussydrunk!choso, he doesn’t know he has a praise kink (till now heh), choso isn’t super experienced but he’s dabbled in the art of cunnilingus :p

edit: rereading is important ladies n gentleman…..u said reader w a praise kink………i will make another shortly GOMENASORRY LMAO, pls enjoy regardless for now :3

MDNI

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he has your legs thrown over his shoulders, heels digging into his rippling back when he peppers little kisses on the most sensitive part of your thighs, silky black hair out of his signature buns, elegant strands opting to spread out atop your thighs

you’re twitching and gasping in his hold when his tongue darts out from behind his lips to aid in sucking the skin of your inner thigh, leaving purple hickeys in his trail towards your dripping cunt

“feels ‘s good choso” you whine at the feeling of his lips suction cupping to your skin, head perched up on a pillow to give yourself a better view of him about to absolutely devour your pussy,

his cock twitches in his pants when your praise reaches his ears, humming into your leg and shutting his eyes as he continues scattering little kisses in his wake

bringing your lithe fingers to his hair and running them over his scalp, soft strands sliding between your fingers when you start to caress his head,

he relishes in the feeling, tipping into your palm and cracking his eyes open, he quickly glanced at you before zeroing his focus on your cunt

practically glistening with slick under the fluorescent lights, he licked his lips and groaned at the sight, “can i taste you, please?” he asks so sweetly, directing his pretty eyes back to you, mouth watering at what’s about to come when you smile and nod at him,

your hands coming down to collect the hair around his face that’s at risk at getting all wet from your sloppy pussy, bringing the hair up and gripping the tufts of hair gently on top of his head,

choso feeling tingly and light headed at the feeling, he dips his head down between your legs, arms gripping around your appendages wrapped around his neck, digging his thick fingers into the fat of your thighs,

he darts his tongue out, letting out a groan when he registers the taste of you, wasting no time in burying his face deeper, starting to make out with your pussy messily,

“c-choso!” you whimper out, “ohmygod right there- f-uck!” head falling back against the pillow that cradles the side of your head, choso whimpering loud as he watches you,

hips moving without his permission into the matress underneath him, pressing his neglected cock into the sheets below at the intense arousal he was feeling from your words, eyesbrows scrunching together while he stared intently at your face, continuing his ministrations on your pussy

his dark eyes rolling back every time you cried out affirmations of the stimulation he was providing, or curses of his name when his strong tongue pressed just right against your clit,

he’s done this once or twice, but he never remembered a time where he felt like he does now, just from giving his partner head. of course he enjoys making his partner feel good, but something you were doing was making him feel like he was drunk, and he thinks he was figuring out what it was

“right here?” he encourages you, testing his theory by trying to get you to speak again when the tip of his tongue draws little circles against your clit, sucking the bud between his lips, flicking it up and down, and catching it gently between his teeth while making strong eye contact with you, eyes still scrunched together looking for approval when you finally speak again,

“y-yeah, ur mouth feels so fucking g-good choso” you stutter out, gripping the tuffs of hair between your fingers harshly as you start to grind your hips against his mouth, clit bumping his pointed nose at your ministrations,

he lets you manhandle him, sticking out his tongue and shaking his head back and forth adding to your pleasure, cock leaking through his pants and into the bed, humping faster, feeling so fucked out as he allows you to fuck his face,

“just like that!” you whine when he starts flicking his tongue into you, trying to match your sloppy thrusts against the bottom of his face,“choso p-please don’t fucking stop,” you finished,

he had absolutely no intentions of stopping, ears ringing and brain feeling foggy at your words, internal monologue repeating yesyesyes over and over in his brain every time your words echoed in his head, sending electricity through his body, fueling his efforts to make you feel even better,

“p-please keep talking,” he mumbles, squeezing your thighs wrapped snug around his head, still unsure of what exactly you’re saying that’s making him feel so dizzy, only knowing that the feeling increases when you speak,

you slow the roll of your hips and smile fondly down at the large, usually intimidating man underneath you, previous description not being applicable even slightly in this scenario as he looked at you like a puppy looks at their owner, eyes downturned, looking expectantly at you as he sucked on your pussy,

“you like when i praise you cho’?” catching on quick at what his request was referring to, “does it make you your cock leak when i tell you how fucking good you’re doing?” he swears he just had a brain orgasm when you finished your sentence,

groaning deep and long into your wetness, your body jerking forward at the intense vibration, smiling at his eyes rolling back before you continue, “no one’s e-ever made me feel this good before,” you stutter out, wanting him to get as drunk as possible on your words,

his tongue picks up at this, moaning out a “mhmm?” questioningly straight into your clit when he sucks on it, tongue quickly sliding down to push inside the ring of your cunt, slurping messily as he fucks his tongue in and out of you, swallowing everything you give him

hands using the grip on his hair for leverage as you hump your hips on his mouth faster now, stimulating your clit against his nose once more, “you look so good between me legs you know t-that?” you try to maintain the confidence in your voice, proving to be difficult as his curling tongue and messy technique brought you quickly towards your impending orgasm,

he tries to nod, moans of confirmation severally muffled as he tried to let you know he hears you, loud and clear

chin tickling the inside of your thigh as his jaw opens and closes rapidly against you, fucking his tongue as deep into your tight hole as he can manage, practically making out with your pussy when he feels your legs start to crush his head,

his own hips against the soft mattress matching the pace of your thrusts against his face as he uses the information on his tongue to try and imagine how your pussy squeezing around his thick cock would feel,

would you want to ride him? choke him out, maybe let him suck on your fingers while you rocked back and forth, rubbing your clit on his pelvis, using him like your personal sex doll? or would you want him to shove your head into the mattress, strong hands keeping a hold on your hips as he forced you to deepen your arch, fucking expertly into your gspot? would you tell him how good he was doing if he did that? tell him he’s the only one for you? that he belongs to you, and you, to him?

brain overflowing with possible scenarios to try, he lets his thought slip, “yours,” he groans out, “‘m all yours” he whimpers, feeling a little dizzy at his now constricted flow of air, thanks to your perfect legs draped around his head, ankles crossing behind him and squeezing his head in the process, as you’re rapidly approaching high creeps up on you

“yes you are, all mine choso,” you confirm, voice raising in pitch, “m-my good boy” you finish out as your high crashes over you

his eyes roll to the back of his head, threatening to get stuck there as he whines and whimpers into your pussy, using all the brainpower he had left to lap up the new juices that were dripping out of your hole every time you jerked forward, wave after wave of your high making you arch forward on yourself

his cock spurting out long and hot ropes of cum into his boxers, moans muffled as he fucks his strong hips into the mattress as hard as he can, visualizing behind his eyes that he’s fucking his load deep into your womb and not wasting it in his pants,

not realizing his determined tongue was still hastily continuing his ministrations on your pussy from being so lost in thought untill you use the hold you had on his hair to pull his head back, “ ‘s sensitive choso,” you whimper, breath rising and falling rapidly having experienced one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had.

“sorry..” he mumbles, mouth still dropped open as he lays his head against you leg, juices completely coating the bottom half of his mouth. you would feel embarrassed at the sight if your mind wasn’t incredibly foggy from your prior orgasm. how pretty he looked with his face decorated in your cum didn’t look half bad either.

“did so good for me choso, came so hard cos of you.” you give him a dopey grin, feeling his own cock twitching at the attention, and you watch his hips jerk forward into the mattress at your words, “didn’t realize ur praise kink was this bad cho,” you giggle, hand coming down to caress his sticky face,

“oh..” he revels, pausing for a beat, “is that what it is?”

#choso my baby #he deserves all the praise #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso x female reader #choso x you #choso smut #choso x y/n #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso #choso my beloved

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need 2 be older!arttashi’s young plaything, their lil assistant or nanny. fresh out of college and so eager to please, always calling them mr donaldson and mrs duncan even when they insist on calling them by their first names. they’re so sweet to you too :( so sweet and ur so naive that u don’t even pick up on the signs that they want to fuck u until ur pressed in between them :(

need it so bad like tashi's body is SO TEA just imagining her toned body pressed against your front, licking into your whimpering mouth. her nipples pressing against yours as your hands desperately seek out the perky swell of her ass, her eager little girl. grinning as she nips and bites at your lip, your growing desperation only making her more heated.

nd arts at your back, his hard cock nearly wedged between your asscheeks as he moves your hair from your neck to press open mouthed kisses there, rocking against you - so you can feel every inch of him, broad and big behind you, making you sweat with perspiration. your panties a tangled webbed up mess around your knees, cunt sticky and exposed but their hands haven't gone down there yet. you're just stuck in the middle, crushed between them. panting into tashi's mouth as you try to move back against art, wanting wanting wanting.

"this is so clichě." tashi squeezes your jaw to watch the way your mouth parts for her automatically. perfectly obedient. "fucking the nanny."

"at least we're doing it together." art supplies, right before he palms your ass, pulls one cheek apart so he has better access to rub his boxer clad dick between the lips of your cunt.

"please-" you'd gasp - reaching your limit. clit on fire. "please, please -"

that's true, tashi agrees, but your already gone, because her slender fingers are gliding down your stomach, over your pubic bone, sliding into the sticky mess between between your thighs. art shifts back a little, and when he comes back, you feel the bare press of his cock - tip gliding through your folds until it catches on tashi's fingers. she holds him there, digits curled around his head, and rubs him back and forth over that tiny little opening that wants to flower open for them so, so bad. already clenching and unclenching.

"you want him inside you?"

"yes - yes, please - "

"are you going to keep being our good girl if i let him fuck you? i don't want you to slack off. this -" she rubs his thick head against your entrance more insistently - he groans against the back of your neck, you whine - "is a reward. do you understand?"

you nod. "I'll be good, mrs. donaldson, i promise. I'll do all my work - please - please - I'll be the best nanny ever - I'll cook and clean ill do anything - anything -"

tashi smiles. she guides art in.

#ask #manipulative tashi save me #challengers smut #art donaldson smut #tashi duncan smut

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miguelhugger2099 · 2 months

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HEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY

Glad to see ur requests are open. Can I get some kisses with Miggy please? Make 'em steamy, sensual and desperate for me, no smut required, but if you want to add on u can.

Tysm Bee! I love ur writing :)

Oh Boy, Smooching Time!

hello !!! thank u !! :) i love a good simple kissing. personally, i think the tension is sooooo much better than anything. i tried to do this as best as i could !! if u are not happy, as always i can remake it if ur not satisfiedddd ヽ(；▽；)ノ Art: caiabresebun on instagram

Miguel was a touched starved man, that much was clear enough. It showed in the little ways he’d touch you. His fingertips grazing your waist as a silent question to hold you before resting his warm palms on your hips. His arms tightening around you while you rested on top of his chest, one arm reaching down to pull your thigh over his lap. Leaning his body weight on top of you after a long and tiring day of work.

So it’s no surprise when he’s chasing your lips for another kiss while you’re on the couch together. What started as a simple cuddling session, ended up with Miguel crawling closer to you, his lips pressing soft kisses on your collarbone before making his way up.

Your hands curled in his hair, easing out the little tangles in his locks while his fangs nipped at your skin. You tilt your head back while his hands run up your thighs, pushing them apart to make some room for himself. You felt the soft pads where his talons were retracted in and his fingers gripped the plushness of your thighs and hips.

Miguel continues his assault on your neck, his tongue licking up the small bruises and nicks that had formed on your perfect skin. You arch your back, chest pressing up against his and Miguel reaches under your shirt, palm keeping you flush against him–skin on skin contact. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, arms resting on his shoulders while you keep his head close to your neck.

Still, Miguel still finds a way to trail his plump lips up your throat, grinning when he feels your fast pulse. “Te gusta, mi amor?” He hums, and sucks another hickey just under your jawline. Finding yourself impatient, you lean your head down to capture his lips with yours.

Miguel lets out a soft moan, his sigh fanning your cheeks through his nose. His hand raising your shirt further and further up, feeling your spine under his palms and fingers gripping onto your skin with desperation. You follow the way he kisses, wanting and craving to devour all that you are but it feels endless.

It makes your cheeks burn with just how close he is, his body heat radiating off onto you and the soft hums of pleasure while he indulges in you. The soft clicking of teeth and feeling the curl of his lips when he smiles. You catch a glimpse of it when you open your eyes: a weak smile on his face, his eyes still closed and still under your spell before diving back in.

His hand cups the back of your head, entangling his fingers through your hair. Your arms run down his back under the collar of his shirt and you feel the movement of his muscles while he kneads at your body. You separate from the kiss, leaning down to kiss his temple and cheeks. Miguel rests his head on your shoulder, switching positions so you’re now on his lap. He slowly grinds his hips towards you, soft panting and hushed whines of pleading for more.

Miguel can’t help the hunger for more of your love, his hands leading you back down to his mouth, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip. His wet muscle ends up in your mouth to search for your tongue. Meanwhile his hands run down the curves of your body slowly. He takes he time soaking you in, your skin rising with goosebumps, until he lands on your thighs that’s around him. Miguel grips your flesh, ghosting higher to the hem of your shorts and curve of your ass.

Your body burns with desire, the feeling of his tongue swirling with yours— warm puffs of breaths shared in the space between the two of you. Lips moving in sync, taking eager turns of sucking tongues and biting lips to make the other groan and grind. Your fingers find his hair, twirling the curls at the nape of his neck around your index and tugging on it. Miguel moans, pressing you down on his growing erection and bucking his hips up at the same time.

You mewl at the millisecond of relief, tilting your head back for a breath of air. Miguel is relentless, settling on kissing along the side of your face while whispering más, más. Your mind spins when you feel his kisses leave wet marks from the sloppy make out, the sensation cool against your heated skin.

Miguel grabs your chin between his index and thumb, bringing your face back down so he can reach your mouth again in another kiss. You reciprocate eagerly, shivers running through your body while tasting him again. The sounds of shared loving echos softly in the quiet and dim room—soft hums and hushed declarations of love and desire.

Miguel’s fingernails claw at your back from top to bottom. It makes your arch into his chest—which he wanted. He smirks against your lips before biting down on your lip teasingly. His palms feel your arch, groaning with your pressed up against him. He rubs up and down, down, down, to where he cups one cheek of your ass to nudge you closer in his lap.

You nearly stumble, mouth dropping open to spill moans and growing weak. Miguel doesn’t let you go, taking advantage of your blissed state for more and more and more kisses. He loves the way you roll your hips instinctively, the way your breathing becomes labored—feeling it on his lips for the split moment to breathe. He knows what he does to you.

Your hands that had messed with his curls run down his temples, your fingernails gently scratching down his face and neck and over his chest. Miguel shutters, cock throbbing for those very hands to be around him. “Haah..Hnng..” He whines softly, hissing when the teasing boils over. He can’t take it anymore. You know what you do to him.

Miguel switches positions again so you’re lying on your back. A yelp of surprise knocks you out of the moment—your eyes rolling to the back of your head with a sigh of pleasure when he kisses you passionately again. Miguel fumbles with his zipper with one hand while you stumble out of your shorts.

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