#Squishy lips for everyone.

[shaisuki]

thinking about roommate! geto who catches you pleasuring yourself. it wasn't intentional when your door's crack open and enough to take a peek and he's cool about it. everyone has needs right? but what it's not right is hearing you whimper pathetically. you can't even fuck yourself right with your fingers.

sweat covers your plush body as your fingers rub your clit. squished by your creamy thighs to get that delicious friction and your closed eyes. probably imagining something erotic to get that pleasure you were aiming for. biting your lips to suppress the moans. he can't take his eyes off you. seeing this other side of his roomie who wouldn't make a peep about him fucking other girls next door. who didn't even complained about the noises and maybe you fucked yourself through the moans he was giving the girls he'd fucked. maybe.

he left after knowing you had cummed and it wasn't intense as you were hoping for. you needed a good dick and he have that but he can't just offer it to you. knowing you'll be embarrassed and worst avoid him. he can't afford it. so when he hears you talking to a friend about you going to a date and how worried you sound that you can't do it right. the opportunity comes.

maybe, you'll accept him teaching you on giving proper ways to please someone. he's the expert. he can't have you being disappointed to yourself to please someone or after he'd fucked you, you won't even thinking of going to a date knowing you have him at your time. say the word and he'll fuck you good. make you cum and squirt all over yourself just the mere cock of him inside you.

wishful thinking it is but geto can't help to want and need you. have you all over him. your thick thighs beside his face as you suffocate him with your pussy. it's a good way to die. or pound your sweet, fat pussy and grip the squishy belly you have. please you over and over again until all you can think about is him.

he simply can't wait for it to happen.

[rs-hawk]

do you have any tentacle stuff? im thinking maybe an ursula-style octopus merman bf

I don’t have anything tentacle like that but it does sound interesting so-

You always loved the beach so when you were able to book an Air BNB with a private beach, you were ecstatic. Finally you could relax on the sandy ground without anyone bothering you or worrying about having to move.

As you settled onto your towel with nothing on (because everyone hates tan lines, right?), you didn’t notice the curious eyes watching you from the deep waters. When you slipped a swimsuit on, just in case, and plunged into the cool waves, you didn’t realize that there was something just out of sight with his hungry gaze fixed on you. That would change the next day, however.

The next morning, you took off at dawn to the beach. You set everything up, eagerly waiting for the sun to finish rising. In awe, you watched the sunrise the same way that the creature that was creeping up from the depths was watching you. As soon as you’re in the water, tentacles were wrapping around your ankles, your waist. Puckers leaving soft pink marks all over your skin.

“Oh!” you squeak, lifting your legs to look what’s all over you. You gently touch the tentacle around your waist, confused but curious. “What’s this then?”

“Hello,” the octo-man said as he slowly broke the water’s surface. It seemed like he was nervous.

“Hello,” you echoed, looking at him with a tilted head.

He reached out to touch you, and a chill snaked down your back. His hand felt so squishy but also velvety. Kind of like the tentacles. In seconds, his lips were on yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth as if staking a claim.

Your body reacted on its own, curling into his, wrapping your arms around him. In seconds, he dragged you to a small partially underwater cave just a little ways off the shore. The merman set you on a shelf of the cave, leaving you only up to your knees in the water.

“My little trinket,” he muttered as he began to tease your cunt over your swimsuit bottom.

You whimpered softly, bucking your hips slightly against the sucker that was now attached to your clit with only the thin fabric between. He smirked at your obvious need. The tentacle itches away from you before another joined it to strip your bottoms. Your cunt was already getting slick, much to his excitement. His tentacles wrapped around your body, teasing you, prodding you.

Suckers found your sensitive nipples, and another found it’s way back to your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. Your cunt was throbbing, nearly dripping. “Fuck,” you moaned, arching more against his tentacles.

That was all it took for him. His largest tentacle began to push into your cunt, stretching you wide. You whimpered and moaned as he slowly stretched you out, your cunt gripping it as each inch pushed deeper and deeper into you. Another pushed into your mouth, down your throat. You gagged as you were stretched to what you thought was your limit. Then, your lover, his eyes half lidded as he groped and touched your soft human body, began to lift you slightly. His six other tentacles wrapped around you, helping lift you off the shelf. You didn’t think much of it, blissed out and on the edge of orgasm.

Just as suddenly as he lifted you, he unwound one of his tentacles from your waist, pushing it inside of your ass. You cried out against the tentacle in your mouth, but barely anything came out. He laid you down, unwinding another tentacle and shoving it into your already stretched cunt. Soon enough none where holding you as you were laid out on the shelf, your feet only in the water. A sucker was back on your clit, teasing you until you finally pulsed around the tentacles inside of you, drawing them in closer.

“There we go. That’s a good trinket,” he huffed, his sloppy kisses lining your neck.

He pushed his largest tentacle so deeply inside of you that you were certain it was in your womb. A bulge in your stomach seemed to confirm it. He panted as he came, the hot liquid a stark contrast to how cool he felt. Your eyes rolled back in your head, pathetic little whines pushing against the tentacle in your mouth.

The largest tentacle withdrew, dribbling a white liquid. However, the smaller one stayed inside, as if keeping you plugged. The tentacle in your mouth finally let you breath, withdrawing to lazily wrap around your chest. The only one actively thrusting into you now was the one in your ass, slowly and deliberately timing the thrusts to the sucking of the sucker still on your clit.

You don’t know how long you lay there, moaning and begging the merman to keep going, but by the time his cum is leaking out of you and multiple loads have been dumped into your little human womb, it’s sunrise again.

[skelly-words]

Tentacles.. we have blue we have pink, what if one fucks our ass and the other our meow meow

(Bring your tentacles to work day request)

Ignore if u want but ILY and marry me 💍

I've been neglecting my account so bad, but you forgive me, right? <3<3<3

NSFW minors dni please

Anywayyyy, this is short, but I was thinking about using pink and blue at the same time. You're only supposed to bring the pink one to work. It cups your pussy so you can grind on the textured tendrils without making a mess of your office chair. But what's the harm in trying both?

It's the last step of your morning routine. Trying to fit the base of both tentacles in your ass at the same time is stretch, but the fat plugs are stuffed into place anyway. The slender blue appendage slips up and down your slit. The juices drooling from your cunt mix with the blue opalescence lubrication coating the tentacle. You watch with a whine as it stuffs itself inside you, writhing and wriggling to fit just right. It never stops moving like it can't get comfortable, and the constant twisting in your guts makes your legs a little weak.

Then the thick pink tentacle latches onto you. The lace of your panties covers it so neatly, almost looking modest when spit isn’t collecting at the corners of your lips. The little feelers bully your swollen clit, meanly pinching on the bud while you grab your purse and walk out the door.

It feels so good to have something to keep you full. Every bump on the bus ride fucks the squirming blue tentacle deeper. And you don't have to worry about your sloppy pussy leaving a gross mark on the seat.

The pink tentacle soaks you up so greedily, waiting for you to be ready to take its squishy little eggs. You have no idea how it's all gonna fit. The walk from the bus to your office building is short, and you make it to your desk before finding out. Your hips rock back and forth on the chair to rub the knot of pulsing blue into your g-spot. Little pink feelers tug at your clit. It's hard not to moan, and you have to bite on your palm to keep quiet.

You whimper as the sticky eggs get released, crammed into your cunt with the slender blue tentacle. Your poor hole is so stuffed full that you can hardly twitch and tighten when you cum. The pink tentacle pushes more and more eggs into you as the tiny tendrils clean up all your juices.

It stops after that, as if knowing not to overstimulate you too much. There's a long day ahead of you, so the little monsters are content to keep you stuffed up and grinding on the attentive feelers. Maybe the blue one will cum in you later, hopefully the eggs don't get fertilized 🤷‍♀️

And the best part is, still no mess.

These are so fun to write, like the perfect mix of silly and horny. I luv the support everyone is being so nice to me here

[mell0wjello]

𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓮?

How would the NRC boys fall for their beloved prefect?

! 𝒪𝒸𝓉𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝐸𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 !

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𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸

The poor boy. He was so confused

He had no idea what it was at first

It’s not like your grades were anything remarkable and you were completely magicless. Completely average, so why were you so alluring?

Even worse, you were completely throwing him off

Azul was incredibly skilled at concealing his intentions and emotions, but you seemed to be immune to it

His eye would twitch slightly, and the corners of his mouth would tug gently at his cheeks. His eyes wavered before you and his pupils dilated

The tweels are subjected to all his rants about you

That look you gave him in class, the thing you said to him in the hall, the way your eyes lifted when you smiled, and how your laugh lit up the room. How dare you?

Jade and Floyd gave each other a knowing look. They know.

Everyone does.

The prefect was the only one who was able to peel away Azul's composure, it didn't take long for people to realize Azul's predicament

Azul's favorite part about you is your thighs. He won't admit it, but he loves how squishy they look.

His main love language is physical touch. He really needs a hug, and he rarely gets physical affection due to his cold exterior (even though he really needs it)

You were almost always the one to initiate contact because most of them time he’d be too much of a fumbling mess to approach you

Azul didn’t completely understand the feeling. He thought it wasn’t anything beyond healthy rivalry between you two. But sometimes, he’d think about what it’d be like to hold your hand. To walk with you to class. He didn’t really understand it, but he knew it was there

Since Azul was not usually the one to approach you first, you were encouraged by the tweels to go up to him instead.

You approached him in Mostro Lounge, where you guys would usually talk. You chose a convenient time, when the lounge was almost completely empty, and Azul would be working in his study

If you decide to clear the air and express your disinterest, there will a flash of clear disappointment in Azul’s face before he does his best to cover it up. He’ll try to convince himself there is nothing to be too upset about because he hasn’t had time to process. He’d avert his gaze in the halls and act more passive towards you. Being too close will just undo everything he tried to cover.

If instead, you decide to plant a kiss on his cheek, Azul couldn't be happier. He'd be caught off guard by the sudden gesture unable to form a coherent sentence, although showing no sign of disagreement.

Behind the door, Jade and Floyd knew that they had succeeded in their wingman service

Azul would be quite shy at first, but as time went on, he'd become much more confident. This was all very new to him after all.

Expect him to take you out to NICE dinner. He knows all the best spots. Especially in his hometown.

It did take him more time to show you his merform, but he was always assured that you'd never judge him. He's grown way more used to it by now and lets you see it regularly

His favorite spot to kiss you in is the thighs (no surprise there). They are as squishy as they looked, and so very plush against his lips.

His favorite spot to be kissed is his jaw. It feels very intimate to him and this gives him a lot of security and comfort, knowing how close you two are

𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Hmm, love?

Is it? Not quite

Although, Jade does admit to how much he enjoys teasing you during and outside of class

But it's purely because of your reactions! How entertaining they are

He could look at the puff of your cheeks and the quirk of your brow all day

All while giving you that condescending smirk

And yet, his demeanor flips when you two are alone

Out on hikes, he'd often catch himself spacing out on your profile

He'd stare for a while, but never long enough to let you catch him

Although the expressions you made when he teased you would always amuse him, he liked the natural ones that you made unconsciously best.

The concentrated look in your eyes as you do Crewel's homework, the small part of your lips when you're paying attention to Trein's lesson, and the light small that always creeps up to your lips when you see him

It's fascinating to see how telling your visage can be

You are so easy to read, yet you are always full of surprises for him

He catches himself wanting more. To spend more time with you, to go on further hikes with him. He'd love to take you around his hometown for the sake of hanging out with you.

Floyd noticed right away when Jade was acting a little more cheery than usual. Call it a Tweel 6th sense if you will

Jade wasn’t exactly too keen on hiding it. His usual teasing gradually leaning to flirting with you

There was also a change in his possessiveness. Jade would get a little bit touchy with you when he noticed other students staring. He’d pull you in closer to him, sometimes even lightly sling his arm over your waist

Jades favorite part of you are your lips. Besides how kissable they look, he really likes you dynamic they can be in telling him your mood

Jade needed to tell you, whether you felt the same way or not. After school, you'd usually come around Octavinelle to do complete homework or simply hang around. Jade took this as an opportunity to strike the conversation with you

If you held Jade's hand in consolation, his face would grow cold. He'd make an unreadable face disguising layers of disappointment even he was surprised by. He'd reassure you that nothing would change between you two, but that was not entirely incorrect. He'd continue to be around you, but half of the intent would be lost and a trace of sadness would be caught in his eyes. The feelings wouldn't quite go away, but now he knew they were unrequited

If you looked at Jade with wide eyes and an unmistakable smile on your face, he'd give you a light smile back, completely concealing the overwhelming joy and warmth he felt inside.

If only you could see the fanfare going on in his mind

Jade would excitedly take you out on various hiking dates and cook up all the mushrooms you guys found later in his dorm

Just because you guys are together now doesn't mean he'll lay off the teasing. AT ALL

He would so enjoy watching you drift off on days when you were tired, offering his shoulder as a headrest

He is very confident showing you his merform, even when you guys were just friends. He has no problem with it at all.

His favorite place to kiss you is along your legs. So long and so perfect for him to leave trails of marks and kisses

His favorite spot to be kissed on is his nape specifically. Its somewhat of a sensitive spot for him.

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Floyd oh Floyd

Being honest, did he have a clue what it was?

All he knew was that Lil Shrimpy was much too fun to be around

He’d never get tired or bored around them. Even his mood didn’t fluctuate as much when he was with them.

Your spontaneousness and willingness to go along with everything were just few of the many things he unconsciously loved about you

Floyd would also unconsciously get jealous whenever he’d see Little Shrimpy talking to other guys. He wanted to join in the fun too

Floyd has been cooking lots of food for you lately as well, beginning to obstruct his job at Mostro Lounge, leaving Azul at his wit's end

Everyday after school he’d barge in to Ramshackle as if the dorm was his own and take you out to see what kind of things you’d do today

Floyd was always a touchy person, so nobody could really notice when he started to softly squeeze you (he learned it’s called a hug) more often, and find ways to feel and touch your hands

Jade, however, could. He was the first one to know, even before Floyd himself realized what it was. It’s the Tweel 6th sense !

Floyd has shown you his merform multiple times. He’s really proud of it, and loves seeing your reactions to it each time

Because Floyd was absolutely clueless, he would also say things that were horribly incriminating without giving it a thought

Like, for example, if he saw you wearing a new shirt to school that looked flattering on you, he’d comment on it without thinking about it because he genuinely just doesn’t know (or experience often) the concept of love beyond bonds shared between families and friends

He’d also just straight up tell you how much he likes you. It’s really obvious to everyone but him

Floyd’s love language is quality time, physical touch, and surprisingly, acts of service. Doing favors for you and other people around him are just one of the ways he shows he cares. Squeezing you gently feels so special to him since the majority of the physical contact he engages in isn’t usually affectionate

Although, he’s slowly starting to open his eyes.the more time he spends with you the more he realizes you valuable you’ve become to his daily routine. A day without you just isn’t the same.

His favorite part of your was your belly. Flat or round didn’t matter to him. He was perfectly content as long as he he could stuff it full of his cooking

Because of Floyd’s lack of understanding and experience on the matter, it was really up to you to decide if you wanted to warm up to him or not.

If you thought that letting him too close isn’t what you want, you’d have to make it really really clear because if Floyd hasn’t come to terms with his feelings, he won’t handle rejection as easily either. He’ll be really heartbroken that one day, Little Shrimpy decided that it’s time to distance themselves. Although it’ll take trial and error, he’ll understand the message eventually. Floyd can be really intense, and even downright terrifying, but he’ll understand if it’s about you. Do give him time to process

Otherwise, if your intentions align with his, expect Floyd to notice this slowly. However, when he gets the hint, he will reach a whole new level of comfort with you. Really touchy as well. Slowly, it’ll click to him what he’s been feeling. He’ll understand and he’ll really try to treat you the best he can

Expect lots of PDA. It’s become like a second nature to him. He’d stay attached to you all day if he could

He’d take you on the best dates too. It’s a new thing every week. Never ending supply of ideas

Floyd’s favorite place to kiss you is your chest. It’s at perfect height when he lifts you up in his arms

His favorite spot to be kissed on is his neck. It always sends shivers and butterflies. It never fails to surprise him.

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[soap-ify]

any thots on chubby könig? i saw your post about simon gaining weight during leave, and now you have my könig infected brain thinking about könig :(

he'd be ashamed and almost slightly insecure about gaining weight, he goes too hard on himself because he grew up larger than everyone else...

but when you run your pussy against his chubby stomach, moaning out blissfully with tears in your eyes, he seemingly doesn't have an issue with his weight gain anymore ;3

or his thighs :( grinding against him while groping the soft flesh in his burly, meaty arms :(

feel free to delete or ignore, my dove !!! hope you're doing well ☀️🫂🌷

ORLA HI!! this is my first time writing for könig... trembling rn. (his debut into the ruruverse)

chubby könig can’t help but remember all the bullying he had endured when he was in school for his height and other stuff. he’d look at the soft layer of fat adorning his otherwise built torso with so much disdain, determined to lose the fat by working out even more before the next deployment. plus he wanted to look good for you!

you on the other hand simply adored how soft he had gotten. you loved resting your cheek on his meaty bicep, or on his warm squishy pecs (you’d squish them sometimes, he’d get all cocky after that).

though what truly boosted his ego back was when you were straddling him, wet cunt clumsily rubbing against his soft tummy while your hands were laid on his chest for balance, sweet little moans leaving your lips. your clit would nicely be rubbing against his skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

and he was simply enamored by the sight of you pleasuring yourself with his tummy.

“f-feels so good, könig…”

“ja? i can see that.” he huffed, his warm rough hands gently holding into your waist, groaning a bit as your fingers squished and dug into his soft pecs, your body trembling.

he’d make you lick your cum off his tummy after that, all while grinning victoriously like an idiot.

you really did wonders on his ego.

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cam girl!reader, daddy/princess, satoru jerks off on live, squirting, edging, overstimulation, orgasm control, dacryphilia, light mind break, praise & degradation go hand in hand, anal, oral from the back, jerking off

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Hi, I love your works, would you consider writing about where the girl is a camgirl and the jjk men taking turn to make her cum and squirt by tipping her so they basically control the toys she has in her? I feel like you would be the perfect writer to write that kind of stuff.

𝐟𝐞𝐲: hi! :) I did this one separately, where they control when you cum, and they are either watching or recording with you. Since I don’t think they could all make the reader character squirt five times back to back. Hope you don’t mind the change and enjoy it anyway.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Come bidding war night Satoru dominated your stream. Making tonight another to add underneath the 'sugardaddy_69 bullies whore into tears' playlist.

Gliding his fist along his veiny long cock, his tip getting pinker the longer he pushes off cumming. He isn't letting you cum despite how you're begging. You sound too sexy, "Please daddy, need to!" The control he has over your pleasure is too sweet.

If only he could replace the dildo slowly fucking your beautiful, dripping wet cunt. He could squeeze your squishy thighs, bite your hip's soft crease, and take his time ruining you on camera.

Clinging onto the blanket beneath you, your slick dripping down your trembling thighs. "Please Daddy needacum I'm so close." You're slurring your words together, crying in desperation. Turning the toy off when he doesn't respond fast enough. Spreading your lips apart showing the camera your spasming cunt.

mommy_milkers22 donates 3,000: let her cum already got damn! wana see her pussy gush!

Gliding the still, long thick dildo into your cunt with a loud squelch. Turning the machine, it pace gets faster with each stroke. Your eyes roll back, and your loud moan almost makes him cum.

Quickly Satoru pays more than enough to get his way. Turning on his camera, already perfectly angled. It would be easy to get you to film with him after you took one look at his muscular body and long, veiny cock.

sugardaddy_69 donates 10,000: nice try, her cunt is mine. don't cum yet, keep fucking your beautiful cunt n check my account for my live stream

Leaning back and stroking his cock, watching you struggle to focus. Loudly moaning, gliding his hand along his cock. Pre-cum pearling on his pink cockhead. "Been edging myself too. You've been such a good girl. Cum right now and I'll fly you out to fuck you senseless." Your beautiful cunt gushes.

Satoru tugs on his fluffy hair, biting his lip, the veins in his cock pulse, and thick white cum spurts on his chiseled abs. Giving himself a few more strokes until it's too much. Smirking at your answer in his post nut haze.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Trembling, your cunt clenching with each quick stroke. Gliding your dripping wet cunt on his veiny, thick cock by your hips. The sweet ache of Toji's merciless way of using your squelching cunt like it's a fleshlight adds to the pleasure.

Creaming on his thick cock, "That's how many?" Your toes curl from the way his cock head brushes your cervix. He's going painfully pleasurable deep into your cunt. You can't focus on coming up with an answer when his cock is stirring your pussy and brains up.

"If you can't count, you can't cum. Don't make me stop when your slopping cunt is trying to milk my cock." Whining, clenching his cock, eliciting a raspy groan from Toji.

Moaning, "Fiiive!" Slamming you down hard on his cock, rutting his hips up. His skin slaps yours. Your eyes roll back, toes curling, thighs trembling. "Nnn Daddy don't stop! Want everyone to see how big a slut I am for your cock!" Getting off on knowing there are several thousand people masturbating to you getting fucked stupid.

Toji grunts, "This is how you're supposed to fuck a whore." Rubbing your clit, your cunt spasm, clenching Toji's cock like you're pulsing. The building pleasure is too intense and you want it to crush you, and make your brain dead. You didn't need to think, you need to cum on Toji's thick cock.

"Look at your sloppy cunt taking my cock." Toji turns his head. Your cunt is so beautiful stretched wide by Toji's wet, veiny pale cock fucking into you. His cock is so big. How is your pussy fitting all of him?

Your tight cunt tugging he tries to bottom out. He groans, "Love the way she's too tight to let me go. Might have to stuff you full of cum." The thought pushes you over the edge. Thick cum gushes on Toji's cock, dripping onto the floor.

The computer chimes, "addicted_towhores420 paid 2,500 said: don't stop, break her cunt, cum in your whore. I want to see it drip out from between her lips when you pull out and she's gapping from being used." Your cunt clenches around Toji's cock.

"Please cum! Please cum! Wanna fill your warm cum drip outta my pussy." Fucking you faster with each word that comes out of your mouth till you can't speak. Moaning loudly, you can't think with how roughly Toji is fucking your overly sensitive cunt.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

There is nowhere to move despite not being tied up. Trapped between Suguru's handsome face and the edge of the bed. Bent over occasionally reading the chat and watching Suguru eat your cunt till she's sloppy on stream.

He's filling your asshole with a pulsing, thick dildo. You could feel its powerful vibration in your cunt, clenching Suguru's pierced tongue. You're losing your mind from Suguru's relentlessly stoking your sweet spot with his hard metal tongue ring.

Your thighs are trembling. Rutting your hips against the edge of the bed. Clawing at the sheets. Reading out, "Can't believe she's trying to run away." Furrowing your brows, clenching Suguru's tongue. The soreness to your abused cunt adds to your pleasure.

Looking at the camera whining, "Can't help it. It's too much, Daddy's tongue feels too good! Can't cum! Wanna cum! Too much! Already cummed too much!" Your jaw drops and intense pleasure consumes you.

Squirting on Suguru's face, he tightens his grasp on your squishy thigh. Fucking the dildo into your ass quicker, twisting it. Both holes clenching, quivering, desperately trying to jerk your hips away.

You push Suguru's head back, tangling your fingers in his long hair. He groans into your cunt, gliding his tongue out. Licking your lips clean, rubbing your sensitive clit. Crying, glitching away from the intense pleasure.

Burying your face into the bed when he pulls away. Your wiggles settle into quivers, "We not done yet sweetheart." He pushes the dildo up to the hilt. Groaning, " Can't get enough of makin' you cum. Need to feel your sloppy cunt squeezin' my cock till it's too much for me to handle."

Lining his cock up, swiping it between your plush lips. Nudging barely the tip into your sensitive cunt, his fat head warm and soft. The temptation of the pleasure stretch his thick cock gives has you pushing your hips back.

Wrapping his hand around your neck, gradually choking you."Good girl, take your daddy's cock. I'm gonna fuck ya till you can't walk, break your beautiful cunt, fill her up, then eat her out some more." Lifting your body, holding you off the ground, keeping you bent over, fucking you like he hates you.

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[softbeej]

Jazz & Liquor

dryhumping/cockwarming with Alastor. Was meant to be headcanons but I got carried away. requests always open! :D

When this had begun, you were alone. Some old jazz track was playing on the record player, and you were just fooling around, sipping your drinks as he told you useless trivia about each tune. You kissed him to shut him up, and next thing you knew, you were straddling him, kissing him as he nipped your lips gently. You looked down and he was hard, straining against his dress pants.

You rocked yourself against him, his hands grabbing your waist helping you rock yourself.

“My, what a predicament you’ve caused here...”

“Lemme help you out a little, hm?” Your hand trailed down to his zipper before he grabbed your wrist.

“My deary, we’re in the study. Anyone could walk in at any moment. I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Oh, I know, Al...” You smiled sweetly and he released his grip on your wrist.

You pulled his cock out, yanked your panties to the side under your skirt and lowered yourself down, facing away from him. He guided your bounces, up and down, as he was almost purring. You turned around to get a look at his needy face when the worst thing imaginable happened.

Charlie walked in.

Oh, how you wished it was anyone but Charlie. Angel would just crack a joke and probably sit down, Husk would grimace and leave. But Charlie? She’s so innocent, wouldn’t immediately understand what was going on.

In less than a second, he snapped his fingers, a cozy blanket materialising and draping over you both. With that he also dug his claws in the squishy part of your hips and holding you down, his cock all the way inside.

Charlie looks at you, so unassuming. Oh, just look at you two!” She cooed, “You know everyone’s in the parlour, right?”

Alastor twitched inside you.

Fucking twitched. You felt yourself involuntary clench around him, which of course didn’t help with twitching.

“Yes, yes. We’re just in here listening to a few tunes... We’ll be in shortly.”

You clenched around him harder, and his claws dug into your hips, perhaps as a warning but maybe as an order to keep going.

“You okay, yn? You’re looking a little iffy...” Charlie said, rushing over and placing the palm of her hand on your forehead.

“Oh, I’m fine. Had a little too much to drink, is all.” You said, almost squealing when you felt him throb inside of you.

“As long as you’re okay... Anyway, see you later!” With that, she left.

You fell back into Alastors body, back pressed up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and bucked his hips even further into to you.

He nipped your ear, “Now... Where were we..?”

[nvuy]

im like itching for a boothill x single parent romance. LIKE WHAT IF they moved in next to boothill and everyones like "naww dont go near that guy hes scary and shit" but when kid sees boothill they get so intrigued by boothill they try to get close to him every time they see and hes just... scared? or paranoid, so he doesnt let them close. and then one time kid was still asking questions to boothill and stuff, parent was rushing looking for them, they see them, and then goes like "omf sir im so sorry my kid bothered you" and then boothill is like "nah its ok id do anyt- no what i mean we just met its cool btw lmao"

yk that one scene in a goofy movie where max get laughed at on the bleachers and then roxanne comes and picks him up and asks if he’s alright and then max starts babbling absolute gibberish yep

“So, how strong are you, mister?”

Boothill’s fingers are pressed against the girl’s tiny tiny hands. So small and little and squishy, and he seriously contemplated squishing her until she popped. His palm is cold against hers, and she giggles at the difference in size.

“Hmm…” He leans back on his heels in his squatting position in the front garden. He taps his chin in thought. “Don’t gotta clue. Anythin’ you need me to pick up?”

The girl gasps and there’s stars in her eyes. “Can you pick me up?” She stretches out her arms towards him.

He cracks a grin at her and ruffles her hair. “I dunno. You might be a bit heavy.” He’s teasing her, of course, but she pouts.

“At least try.”

“Alright, little lady.” He hooks his arms underneath hers and hoists her up easily, hands locked at her ribs. “How’s that? Good enough for ya?”

She hums thoughtfully, a cheeky smile on her face as she, too, taps her chin. “Now you gotta carry me for the entire day.”

It was his turn to pout. “N’aw. That’s no fair.”

“There you are!” There’s a rustle of footsteps and the jangling of keys to his left that made him stiffen for a moment, before your familiar face comes into view. Your eyes flit from him to your daughter. “I’ve been calling you for lunch.”

Oh, great Heavens.

“Hi, gorg– uh…” The ranger stumbles over his tongue and zips his lips shut when a small smile stretches into your lips. “We were– I was just– uh…”

Your daughter looks upset when Boothill gently places her back down in the grass.

“Just horsin’ ‘round,” he finishes. “I was just passin’ by, y’see? And your lil’ princess chased me down.”

You clear your throat, staring down at your shoes for a moment and trying to hide the heat rising from your neck to your face.

“I’m sorry about her,” you say to him. “She’s, um… hard to control.”

“That’s a good thing,” he whispers down to your daughter. “Means you got a free spirit.” He pokes her in the side and she giggles.

You give him another look and his eyes snap to the left, and a casual tune leaves his lips in the form of a whistle.

You offer a hand to the girl. “I made pasta.”

Your daughter practically barrels into your side, almost knocking you over with how her small arms wrap around your hips—she used to only be able to reach your knees. God, time flies.

Your eyes flit to the ranger once more. “Um… I made a lot so… if you’re hungry…” Your eyes trail down to his stomach before you swallow. “Do you get hungry?”

He studies your face for a moment with a pensive look.

Then, Boothill snorts. “Nah, sugar.”

Your face is burning. “Right. Well, you’re welcome to come in, anyway.”

“Oh, please have lunch with us!” your daughter all but begs. Her hands have now interlocked in front of her in a pleading gesture, and she’s offering him her most intense puppy eyes. “I can show you my room.”

He’s immediately swayed. “Well, it’s hard to say no to a cute thing like you.” He reaches down and pinches her cheek.

He watches you blink, perhaps taken aback for a moment.

He thinks you’re so beautiful, even if the apron you’re wearing is covered in sauce stains.

He almost starts cheering when you visibly perk up. “You’ll join us?”

“’Course! I’d do anythin’ for y–” He stops himself by digging his teeth into his tongue. “I mean… if ya insist.”

He can tell you’re biting the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from smiling too wide. You pucker your lips and look elsewhere, face dark with blood.

Your daughter is strangely silent. He notices she’s enamoured with a bright blue butterfly floating along one of the bushes nearby.

“Cool.” You can’t think of anything else to really say. You rock on your heels absentmindedly. “I’d like that.”

His smile grows impossibly wider. “Would ya now?” He taps your nose once before he bends down to greet your daughter again. “Lead the way, little lady.”

“One sec,” you mumble, digging in your pockets.

You fumble for your ring of keys before you throw them quite badly at the cyborg. He manages to catch them well enough, fingers frozen over the steel.

Huh?

“It’s, um… the purple key. For the front door.”

Sure enough, one of the keys was coated in a deep purple.

Your daughter has already begun sprinting towards the front door. You’re half keeping a close eye on her through your peripherals, but your gaze wanders from her to watch him closely.

“I have a spare so… you can have it,” you continue slowly. Was this… too forward?

Boothill eyes you for a moment. A hand moves to his hips.

Then, in a flash, he pulls the purple key off of the ring it’s attached to and gently tosses it back at you. You struggle to catch them, but you manage with shaky hands and stuff them back into your pocket.

“‘Ppreciate it, pretty thing. You know just how to make a man swoon.”

He blows you a kiss with the steel to his lips and then tips his hat. He catches up with your daughter in no time, sweeping her off her feet and letting her slot the key in the lock to open the door.

You realise when he’s staring at you, one hand holding your own front door open expectantly, that you’re standing out in your front garden gawking at him like an idiot.

You quickly follow him inside, and he closes the door behind you. He’s quick to swing an arm around your waist when you guide him into the kitchen.

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

Thomas Hewitt being obsessed with his chubby S/O 💕

Hey guys it’s me, today was a really productive day and to add to that I wrote this, I’m feeling hella good right now, I sincerely hope y’all enjoy, I’m dipping my feet back into slasherfics <3

Word count: 750

CW: 🔞SMUT!! MDNI!!🔞 Thomas Hewitt being a sweetpea, body worship, obsession over you. AFAB reader, but no pronouns are used!

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Thomas is obsessed with you, and that much is clear. From the day he met you, to the day he wedded you, and even today, he’s still obsessed; much more so now than he was before. He loved the way you looked, how soft you felt. He absolutely adored your soft chubby body, the way it felt in his hands when he held you in his arms. Soft touches from your hands when they come to rub his arms up and down to soothe him when he’s upset always elicit goosebumps every time, how you manage to touch him and calm him down within an instance.

He loves to touch you, he loves when you touch him. The feeling of your skin against his rough calloused palms, it mesmerizes him how soft you are. His favorite thing to do is approaching you from behind while you work on dishes or cooking, his hand skimming your arms, caressing your bare skin, before his hands would move to rest on your stomach, his hands gently kneading at your soft belly, feeling the doughiness in his hands, before he gently moves to gently rub at your hips, just enjoying you. Just holding you like that, you letting him have that simple comfort, it means the world to him, more than you would ever know.

His obsession transfers to your sex life. He worships every part of you, his hands gently caressing your body as you lay on your shared bed, completely bare to him. He’ll start with your breasts, his eyes glazing over the beautiful skin adorned with small stretch marks and gently feeling how soft and squishy they are. He’d gently massage and squeeze them, his thumbs moving delicately over your nipples until they pebble under his thumbs, listening to your soft breathy moans as he gently toys with your sensitive buds.

He would then move down, his eyes meeting yours as he would feel your pudgy stomach, his hands ever so gently caressing the soft skin, tracing your beautiful stretch marks, before he would lean down and leave soft kisses along them, showing his love and appreciation for each and everyone of them. Every stretch mark your body adorns he shows his love too with his kisses, his lips are chapped until they moisten with each sloppy kiss he leaves behind.

He then moves to your plush thighs, gently squeezing them and pressing his face against, closing his eyes as his lashes tickle your skin. Oh how he adores these beautiful thighs, he loves when they wrap around his head and squeezes it whenever he goes down on you. He always starts with your inner thighs, leaving gentle delicate kisses, occasionally nipping your skin to earn a soft gasp from you. Marking was never his thing, but something about your thighs makes him want to decorate him with his little love marks. He trails from your inner thighs to your pretty pussy, gently licking flat upon it, sucking your clit, doing everything to make you cum on his tongue within minutes.

Then the next moment, he has your legs thrown over his shoulder as he gently takes you. His thick cock slowly pressing in and stretching you out in a way you remember. The stretch burns but in a way you adore, pleasure coursing through you as he slowly thrusts his hips into yours, never daring to go any faster or harder unless you ask rather nicely. His pace is usually a sweet, slow and sensual lovemaking, he knows how big he is, he wouldn’t ever want to hurt you, ever, so he takes his time, working you up and helping you reach your peak and riding through your blissful orgasm. His pace speeds up only a fraction as he would chase his own high before spilling his seed deep inside you, a low groan leaving him as his own lips, eyes fluttering, his head tilted back as he pants out.

After your little lovemaking session, he particularly likes to cockwarm inside you. He enjoys your warmth and the feeling of being as close as possible, spooning you in his arms as you kiss him softly across his face and caress his worn out body, a soft groan emitting from his lips as he relaxes under your touch. God, did he feel truly blessed, and he thanks whatever god is out there to give him his precious darling that he can forever hold, love and cherish til the day he dies.

[greycaelum]

Please this reminded me of kaleidoscope. I believe that the gojo kids are chunky babys🤣🤣

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TRUEEEEEE~ I didn't get to give you anything last week so I'll make it a drabble~ I hope you like it! Chonky sunshine babies~ Happy December everyone!!

CW: suggestive hints at the end, nothing too much~

Kouki had breast milk for his whole first year.

"He's chonky..." Satoru rubbed his face against the squishy mallowy, chompable cheeks of his 10-month-old son you are feeding on your rocking chair by the engawa of your home. Satoru is sitting on the floor while watching you nurse the little boy close to drifting into dreamland.

Kouki has always had a good appetite and was very easy to nurse. So much so that you had to start scheduling his feeding or else if you didn't he would be too chonky and too heavy to lift.

"Can we keep him just like this? Look he's the most precious thing you probably have seen in your life!" Satoru rested his chin on your knees and flashed you his puppy eyes trying to convince you to feed the little mochi more.

"Chonky baby is cute but he'll drain me if I just let him." You kissed the thin sheen of hair on your son's head, as white as snow like his father. Kouki's lashes fluttered, unlatching from you, and he scrunched his nose to snuggle in your chest, yawning for a bit before closing his drowsy eyes back to sleep.

"I'll burp him, lemme..." Satoru opened his arms and gently rubbed Kouki's back. It didn't take long for the little mochi to burp. For some reason, he always burps fast when it's his Papa.

"Satoru don't!"

Chomp

Your eyes widen at your husband sneaking in a bite to the sleeping baby's cheeks, too cute to resist utterly waking a grumpy sleepy mochi.

"Satoru!"

Satoru rubbed the back of his head as he tried to soothe the little mochi up.

"Sorry Honey, he was just too cute to resist."

Saika although a pretty small baby has also been breastfed a year and 2 months because it took her quite a while to get used to formula.

It's 2:30 am and it's the Little Treasure's time for milk. Satoru is away for an overseas mission so you have to deal with the night feeding as well. Tired and reluctant, you parted ways with your soft pillow to reach for the bassinet only to be met with an empty space.

Chill ran down your spine as you shot up in panic only to be met by the scene of your drowsy husband sitting on your rocking chair with Saika in his arms suckling on her milk bottle.

"Go back to sleep Honey, I'll put her back after she finishes." Satoru yawned and smiled softly in your direction.

"But you haven't slept yet..." You felt relieved your daughter wasn't fussy. The little one is a little more sensitive and has been quite protected because of the incident before her birth.

"It's fine, look she's too precious when she drinks milk, I can't possibly take my eyes off her." Satoru grinned down at his daughter, suckling despite asleep. "She's so tiny... So precious..." He murmured as he held the bottle of milk for her. "She's perfect."

You smiled at them bonding in the wee hours of dawn as you returned to sleep. By the next morning, it came as no surprise to see Satoru cramped inside Saika's crib, sound asleep as the little Treasure blinked up to you innocently holding her empty milk bottle.

"Ma..mma!"

Bonus:

"What are you looking at?" You warily glanced at your husband when you asked him to help you with the hook of your bra since it's hard for you to reach. Pregnancy for the third time has made you quite adept in asking him for help since if you won't he will pester you and follow you around until he gets to help you with something.

Satoru hummed and kissed your nape, looking at the mirror as he hugged you from the back with his face slotted in the space of your shoulder. A proud smile adorned his lips as he slowly reached to cup your heavy breast and his other hand protectively caress your heavy baby bump sending shivers down your spine.

"You're so sexy, Honey." Satoru praised you peppering kisses to your skin as he sucks on your neck leaving a love bite before staring back at your reflection in the mirror with a satisfied smirk at your flushed state. "If your milk comes before the babies, can I have a taste test first?"

—GreyCaelum

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[goodbird1]

A Cruel Woman

Alastor x fem reader

Word count: 649

Summary: you have a little fun with Alastor while Charlie's in the room.

Warning: smut (i.e. cock warm and grinding)

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You and Alastor were alone in the study of the hotel. Old jazz playing in the background. Alastor telling you useless trivia about each tune being played.

Tired of hearing it, you pressed your lips up against his. Alastor proceeds to guide you on top of his lap, straddling him. Sliding your tongue into each other's mouths, Alastor slowly turns to putty in your hands. Looking down to see the tent forming from his pants.

“My my, what a predicament you’ve got there” you say as Alastor hides his face in your neck. “Lemme help you out a little, hmm?” You whisper in his ear.

Your hand trails down to his zipper before he grabbed your wrist.

“Darling, we’re in the study. Anyone could walk in at any moment. I hope you know what you’re getting into.”

“Oh, I know, Al” You smiled sweetly at him as he released his grip on your wrist.

You pulled his cock out and yanked your panties to the side, lowered yourself down, facing towards him. Alastor guided you down. Whimpering as you go down. You look at him to see his needy face. Then Charlie walks in.

Oh, how you wished it was anyone but Charlie. Angel would crack a joke. Husk would grimace and leave. But Charlie? She’s innocent, and wouldn't understand what was going on.

In less than a second, Alastor snapped his fingers, a cozy blanket materialized, draping over both of you. Digging his claws into the squishy part of your hips. His cock all the way inside.

“Oh, just look at you two!” She cooed, looking at the two of you unassumingly “You know everyone’s down at the bar, right?”

Alastor twitched inside you. His head coming to hide in your shoulder and neck. An idea popped into your head. You clench around him. Alastor held back a whimper pressing further into you.

“Yes, yes, we’re just listening to a few tunes, we’ll come down shortly.” You clenched around him harder as you responded to Charlie. “Is there anything we can help you with?”

“I'm looking for some flyers I made to put up around the city.” Charlie responds, shuffling through some drawers.

“Oh I haven't seen them. Have you, dear?” You ask, turning towards Alastor, a mischievous grin spread across your face.

Grinding against him just enough to hide it from Charlie while still edging Alastor on.

He shook his head, suppressing a moan. Still not lifting his head from his spot on your shoulder and neck.

“I'm sorry I couldn't hear you love” you say clenching around him harder.

“N-no I h-haven't,” he said uneasily, lifting his head.

“Are you okay Alastor? You don't sound too good” Charlie said, rushing over to get a better look.

“Oh, he's fine. Just a long day is all.” You say scratching behind his ear knowing it would rile him up even more. You felt him throb inside of you. “Did you check the desk over there?” You say point across the room.

“Oh good idea!” Charlie says, skipping over.

“Y/n” Alastor whimpers.

“Oh hush, she might hear you” you whisper in his ear. Grind just a little bit harder. “Besides, I'm just being helpful.”

“I c-can't I g-gonna…” Alastor breaths hard against your skin.

“You can and you will” you say sternly.

“Hmm!” Alastor moaned against your neck.

“Any luck Charlie?” You call. Hands roaming around Alastor's body under the blanket.

“No no no, please y/n” Alastor begged, sinking his claws further into your hips.

“No, I guess I'll look somewhere else.” Charlie said deflated.

“Alright well if we find them we'll let you know” you say bidding her farewell.

“Okay see you later!” She called, closing the door behind her.

“You're a cruel woman” Alastor breathes, finally looking up at you.

“But I'm your cruel woman” you say playfully. “Now, where were we?”

[mellowsadistic]

"Lift up your pretty dress, baby," I ordered. "Show Daddy's friends what you're wearing underneath."

April's cheeks flushed, and she looked up at me imploringly, even as the men and women around us started to titter. "Please, Daddy," she whispered. "Please don't make me... I don't want them to see..."

"You should've thought of that before you started wetting your pants like a toddler, April," I said. “Now do as you’re told. Don't make me ask you again, young lady."

Looking tearful, April slowly raised the hem of her skirt, revealing the thick disposable diaper she wore beneath. The crowd around us burst into laughter at the sight of it. Many of them were our mutual friends, April's friends too from before her demotion to babyhood, but none of them saw her as an adult anymore. After months of carefully engineering public accidents and potty emergencies, not to mention a myriad of other babyish behaviours, I'd managed to strip her of her status as a big girl in the eyes of everyone who knew her.

Kneeling down, I pressed my hand to the front of her nappy and felt the warm squishiness within. "A bit soggy," I announced, to the raucous amusement of my guests, "but a change can wait until after the Easter egg hunt, I think. She hasn't made her morning messy yet, and all that rushing about is sure to get things moving!"

Our friends laughed even harder, and April's face went scarlet. "I don't wanna do a stupid Easter egg hunt, Daddy!" she whined, sounding exactly like a fussy three-year-old.

"All the children are taking part, April," I said firmly, delivering a sharp smack to the inside of her thigh, "and that includes you. Girls who still need diapers don't get to sit and have champagne with the grown-ups. You'll be toddling around the garden with the other kiddies, hunting for eggs."

April's bottom lip trembled. "But I'll look so stupid," she whimpered.

I ran my fingers through her hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear, and said, in a far more gentle voice than before, "You're going to look adorable, darling. You're so pretty in your little outfit. My baby bunny." I leaned in closer, so that nobody else could hear. "Tell you what, princess, if you can find the most eggs, I'll let you have an orgasm. Would you like that, baby? Would you like a little clitty tickle?"

April's eyes widened and she nodded eagerly. She hadn't been allowed an orgasm in a long time. I smiled. I wouldn't really let her cum of course, but on the off-chance she won, it would be worth dealing with a tantrum or two to see her stomping around the garden in a wet (and soon to be stinky) nappy, trying her hardest to find the most Easter eggs.

"That's my good girl!"

[getodrools]

What about sucking getos dick with Gojo instead😏

Suguru’s cock is hard. Scratch that, he's swollen—practically throbbing an inch bigger than usual from the rush coursing through him… Poor boy, he gets so overwhelmed when both of his lovers attend to him; hair falling loosely from its knot, face flushed out into a sickening pink with features either wide or squeezed tight, even his hands went pale and clammy – feeling how sweaty he's got as Getō tries to help your hips roll in tenderly mushes against his base…

He was aching the way the plush of your thighs squished around his thick and throbbing length of cockmeat. Smothering slippery folds back and forth — perk ass even bumping into the point of Gojo’s nose when you'd bottom out.

Gojo sat prettily on his knees beneath while you worked along Getō’s nth-inch bitch breaker. He was sitting almost politely too—stroking up your thighs with feathery touches, even squeezing your doughy globes to sandwich the tall man's cock… Bending the squishy flesh in and politely waiting to slob up the rest that pokes out when Suguru pushed through the sweet heat between your legs.

Satoru would swallow up that chance just to spit out more bubbly froth, making the slop all the more messy. Pussy already glistening in muck, now shimmering with your blue-eyed boyfriend's spit too. Some oozing pre-caught in the sap as well, catching it at the crown with a sensitive nub.

Gurgling at his tip and tasting nectar-like pussy sap mixed with his mess, Gojo’s nose was breathing down your ass to pop his best friend into his mouth… Not minding it one bit – everyone seemed to have gained attention – feeling Gojo huck out a wad of spit to help you grind along with more force.

Freshly warm juices mixed at your folds all while Gojo kept suckling the capped tip prodding out, up until Getō drew strong hips back again – craving more of your puffy folds to hotdog his length; leaving Gojo’s mouth open, watering with a dripping ‘o’ juncturing in fevor.

Spit adhering your perk hole dollops against Gojo’s tongue, slathering it like a cycle. A rinse and repeat. Again and again.

“Feel… s-so good baby…” Getō was panting, lost in the wet feel of two of his lovers praising his monumental cock…

You shiver against Getō. Clasping hands and hooking them over his shoulders to squeeze at the broad muscle to rub your clit and puffy mounds against throbbing veins. Rubbing like it was a bonfire ready to spark – a sort of haste, eager to make him grope at the nine clouds, just as much as Gojo wished for too.

“So… so close… I’m—fuck—almost there...” That pretty little moan you all loved dribbled out between his glossy lips.

That was your cue!

Wrecked in the way you gave the man in robes one more hot suctioning kiss before slipping down and quickly landing beside Gojo.

Of course, the blue-eyed man gave your bottom a good pat, welcoming you on the floor beside him with a sloppy kiss, “Look how messy you are.” Gojo’s tongue poked at yours, teasing the way you left a shiny trail of slime to drip along Getō.

It's about to get a whole lot messier…

You went to tease Gojo back, but he craved how it slathered well against his buds. Admiring how he lapped up the very mess you left – a thirsty soul he seemed as Gojo plugged up his mouth with what leaked in front of him.

Humming, you handle those tightening orbs swelling up too; groping at what was ready to just pop… Squeezing and tugging, even rubbing at Gojo’s throat to feel that lump intruding, you couldn't help but kiss hungrily at what Gojo couldn't fit.

Pressing with vigor at the midsection of Suguru’s shaft; breath puffing out against it in hot washes, and pretty, ridden face nuzzling in to kiss along the towering length. You lugged around at a breathless pace – skating over the saliva matting at the underside of the meaty pole in a bliss of pure devotion…

Suguru winces, but the teeth prying at his bottom lip plumps them out into a cute pucker, “C…C-cummiing…!” Suguru cries out with a heavy cock spasming against smooth fingers, fleshy mouths, and soft lips.

The long, thick cock – a slab of well-endowed cockmeat jutted. Kissing close to Satoru’s working mouth, the iron-hard girth throbbed and finally popped.

Expecting Satoru to swallow him up, a sudden palm planting at the back of your head worked quick to replace Gojo’s hot mouth. And Gojo giggles at the gag he forces your throat with to catch the first ropes of seed, though they flung through the empty air in white arcs and splattered across your face before your jaw could unhinge fast enough… The sticky mess soon splattered at the back of your throat; stringing over wet muscles in parabolas of white.

Gojo chuckles out one of those teasing chortles you'd usually hiss at, but mouth full to the hilt, all you could do was swallow up what was pouring down your weak maw…

Getō’s cock continued to throb, so was Gojo’s, laboriously at this point… All too lewd and too hot, he was marveling the meaty length swelling with each shot Suguru fired – all drawing it out with eager ministrations.

Hollowing your cheeks and slumping shoulders, you were at ease at the taste of Suguru.

Likewise, so was Gojo. He flicked out his tongue to shovel up the thick liquid draped heavily over your nose and cheeks. A mess staining the flushed skin white, almost obscuring you under its thickness. But Satoru cleaned you right up, a hungry dog soaking the slop—as thick as paint—and ran it over into his mouth.

This sight was heavenly.

Suguru’s chin tucked in, “Good job, my pretties… Now kiss, make sure to share...” Suguru slips out your mouth with a wet pop; emptied balls and thick baby batter plastered at fleshy barriers and skin made him twitch.

“Good… good…” Watching how you both twist tongues in his command, Getō was in awe!

Gaped in pure bliss at the mixing of hot cum and spit ‘till it went frothy like icing when you'd pull apart… Stings clung to your teeth every time you and Gojo opened your mouths for another slippery clash.

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[annefolklore]

“We should become friends with benefits”

Pairing: Ethan Landry x Fem reader

Warnings: reader has female anatomy, oral (fem receiving), squirting, slapping (not a lot), pussy slapping (once), overstimulation

“Yes Ethan, just like that!” You scream as your grip on his hair tightens when he sucks on your bundle of nerves while swirling his tongue around it.

He was lapping at your cunt like a starved man. His hands were keeping your legs in the air while you sat on the couch in your shared appartement, him on his knees before you.

You couldn’t believe what was happening: how could your own best friend’s head be in between your fingers while he fucked you with his wet pink muscle. You were a moaning mess, completely at his mercy while he abused your core.

It happened because you were (half) joking about wanting your pussy eaten really bad and the same day, Ethan proposed to elevate you guys friendship to a more intimate and touchy level. Well in fact, y’all relationship was already really affectionate before all this.

No wonder everyone around shipped you together. You were attached to the hip, always sitting together and most of the time you were on his lap, you already slept in the same bed and even already made out!…but it was all without any feelings right?

So at the end of the day, the only things you guys have never done before was sex, but you could check it off the paper.

“You taste so fucking good baby” he moaned when he backed a bit to finger your dripping hole with his thick and long fingers.

His lower-face was shining because of your arousal and some strand of his hair were sticking to his hair because of his own sweat. His lips were parted as he breathed heavily through his mouth.

“Yeah?” Your question got strangled by a moan when he brushed your g-spot.

“So fucking fucking good” he whimpered again before spitting on your glistening cunt.

He dived back in and ate you out like his life depends on your pleasure. At this point, your eyelids were shut thight and your hips were bucking as he moved you up and down on his tongue.

You made more and more noises as his assault on your clit increased and his fingers curled way more.

His own hips were trusting unconsciously into the air to relieve his own boner that is still confined into his jeans.

The squelching sound of your vagina, your moans and the spanking sound from when Ethan slapped your inner tigh from time to time were filling the room and was melody to Ethan’s ears.

The tight knot inside you exploded when he started moaning with your clit in his mouth, sending vibrations all over the pleasure button and at the same time, his fingers hitted perfectly the squishy spot inside you.

“Yes, Ethan! Fuck!” You screamed in high pitch as the wave of your climax washed over you.

He continued to eat you out throughout your orgasm and you kept him there until your legs started shaking and it was too much for you to handle.

You tried pushing his head away and closing your thigh around it but he only opened them with force and continued to swallow every drop of nectar you could give him. He stuck his tongue inside you once again while you were still screaming of overstimulation.

You could feel something else growing inside of you as he did so. Something much stronger than the already amazing orgasm he just provided you.

He pushed you into his tongue so it could go deeper in your sweet entrance before pulling out to suck your pulsating clit once again.

That’s when the thing inside you snapped and a clear liquid rushed out of you, asperging Ethan. He backed his head from your pussy and instead his fingers started rubbing on it, fast as more juice squirted out of you as you screamed his name.

You felt tears in your eyes at this point and your moans transformed to sobs.

Ethan was enjoying this way more than he should. His best friend was beneath him, completely at his mercy and crying of pleasure under his touch. His face, hands and forearm were wet because of you and he couldn’t be happier than that.

“Pleas-e stop” you begged as tears rolled down your cheeks and Ethan forced you to stay high into your orgasm.

He only chuckled before giving your core a light slap and finally removing his hand from you.

You were amazed at what Ethan has just done to you. You weren’t expecting that to happen at all. You thought he would only give you an orgasm, nothing special…but this? Your best friend just made you cry of pleasure and made you squirt for the first time.

You could feel your heartbeat on your abused pussy while your clit was pulsating like crazy and your legs still shaking.

“Look at the mess you made,” he laughed while looking at the bed sheets.

He was right, under you was a big wet spot on the bed. You tried to move but your shaking legs thought otherwise.

You laid back down on the bed and wiped your tears away, not knowing what to think of what you just did.

“Honestly, that was fucking hot” Ethan said and you looked at him only to find him sucking your liquid on his fingers.

“Don’t do this” you whispered as you looked at him sucking a second finger.

“Why not? You taste amazing” he asked before lowering himself until he was kissing you.

You immediately returned his kiss and enrolled your legs around his waist to press him against you.

“We should become friends with benefits” he says when he backs up to breath.

“Eth, the way you just ate my pussy already spoke for you. Of course we are now” you answer.

He smirked before lowering himself again to continue your make out session.

[monster-mash-m]

Past my limit

Halsin x Afab!Reader

MDNI

Urggggg I can’t get this big beefy man off my mind it’s actually a problem.

Cw: smut with oh so very little plot, size difference, Afab reader, words like ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’ to describe reader, gn reader, pinning, growling, spoilers for act 3, Halsin is at his limit, p in v sex, creampie, biting, established relationship, grinding.

Lemme know if I missed any!

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It was a cool night in the camp. Everyone was surrounding the campfire, bantering and telling their little stories of the day to one another. You telling Gale and shadowheart about how you got turned into a wheel of cheese at the circus. Of course they laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

You continued to talk and listen in turn, that was until your hairs stood on end, you felt hungry eyes on you. Your skin rose in goosebumps as you turned your head in the direction of the feeling of the demanding stare, and who it belonged to. Halsin. Is eyes trained on you like a predator ready to pounce, his whole body tense, the veins in his arms bulged as he restrained himself.

You smirked and quickly looked away. You and halsin had a little… bet at the moment. You and him were the camps official pda couple and you somehow made a little bet with each other. On who could last the longest without any sexy time. And my, you have not made it easy for the Druid.

Accidentally stopping abruptly infront of him when he’s following behind you, getting him to press up against you. Or timing your bathing time so when he goes to bathe, you’re out of the river putting on a show of drying yourself off. Or how you licked the honey from your hands a few days ago, making intense eye contact with him. All of this, it was driving him crazy that he couldn’t touch you. He started looking like a mad man, not to mention how irritable he had become to others.

So now you’re sat at the fire with a smug grin. Astarion ever the prying type lets out his typical wine aunt laugh “Tav dear, what are you doing to the poor Druid? He looks like he’s about to explode.” You snicker and smirk back “oh I bet he is.” You make eye contact with halsin licking your teeth as you look down to his lips. His eye twitched. Wyll rolled his eyes and Gale let out a scoff at the whole scene, the less open people at the camp.

You stand up “Hm, I think I shall have a walk in the woods, would anyone like to join me-“ before you could even finish Halsin was on his feet and looming next to you “I shall accompany you my heart…” he gruffed out. Everyone giving eachother knowing glances as Halsin practically drags you to your usual…. Fun spot.

You grunt with a grin as he presses you against a tree, his large hands firmly on your squishy hips. “My heart…” his voice strained and full of need. He pressed against you, gods he was already rock solid. He subconsciously began to grind against you, “you’ve pushed me to my limit… every waking moment I’ve wanted to devour you, claim you infront of all our friends… you’re a little minx…” he groaned out with a tattered breath.

“Awh seems like my big Druid can’t stand a little teasing?” You let out a condescending coo with a pout to tease him, push him further. His eyes glowed that dangerous yellow as he let out a low growl that rumbled in his chest “You play dangerous games my dear…”

“Do I?” You purr as you begin to tug on his trousers. “What prizes do I get for playing such games?” One of your hands sneaks down to palm his straining cock before pulling his hot cock out. He shuddered and practically ripped your clothes off, it’s fine I’m sure he’ll get you some more sometime. “You win the inability to walk tomorrow.” He whispered as his eyes glazed over as his growling eyes traced your body. “And I get the prize of taking my hearts cunt.” He chuckled cockily.

He dives into you neck and begins to kiss and suck, missing your scent, your taste, the way your skin melds with his so perfectly. He grunted as he hoisted you up, making you wrap your legs around his firm but soft hips. You gasp, feeling his pre dripping cock slide between your ass cheeks. He resisted the urge to thrust as his hands gripped onto you greedily.

He pulled away with a smirk as he admired the myriad of hickeys on your neck and collar bone “mh… nod isn’t this better my heart?” You nod with a love struck face “Halsin please… I know I’ve managed to stay calm but… gods I miss you… your fat cock, I want you to fuck me. Hard, and now.” You gaze up at him, your words making his heavy cock twitch. “Yes my heart, what kind of partner would I be to not oblige?”

He carried you to a soft patch of grass and laid you down, hovering on top of you. His one of his hands instantly trails to your wet cunt “Mh, I’m glad to see the feeling is mutual…” he chuckled to himself as he sunk a finger into your fluttering cunt slowly. His breath hitches as yours does, he bites his lip as he watches his finger disappear. “Oak father guide me… I can’t hold back much longer, if I do… I might truly lose myself…” he muttered.

The man was impatient, he needed to be inside of you like now. Only problem was, he won’t fuck you until he knows you’re stretched enough to take his thick cock. He grunted impatiently as he grabbed your hips and pulled them upwards until your head was inbetween his thighs, his cock resting against your neck and cheek. Your back pressed against his chest and legs on his shoulders “Ah Halsin wha-Ahh-“ you gasp out before you could ask him what the fuck he was doing.

His thick tongue licked a slow stripe up your glistening cunt. He groaned at the taste “sweeter than the finest fruits nature has to offer my heart…” he growled before digging in. He resumed his fingering, slowly adding more and more until he was 4 fingers deep. All while his lips were wrapped around your clit with eagerness, sucking and licking with urgency.

Your body tensed as wave after wave of warmth built up in your abdomen as Halsin brought you closer and closer to the brink. He was practiced, he knew where and when to poke and prod at your sensitive slit. You noticed quite a large amount of pre smudging against your cheek. “Halsin- please-“ you pleaded. He looked up from his meal. “Need you in me now, fuck me full of your cum.” With that he froze. His eyes narrowing as he let out a low as fuck growl. He pulled away from your dripping cunt licking your juices of his lips “yes my heart.”

He immediately complies as he lays you down again gon your back. Not wiping away the pre on your cheek since he had more important matters to attend to. He immediately lined the angry red mushroom tip of his cock up with your excited entrance. “Brace yourself my love.” He hummed out gruffly as he groaned, slowly pushing his pre covered tip in.

“Oh gods… my heart your cunt is always so tight for me…” he huffs out as he isn’t even half way in. You let out a shaky moan at the feeling of being stretched out by his second leg. “Fuck halsin… I swear you’ve gotten bigger…” he lets out another breathless chuckle as he slowly stuffs you full. He grunted after he’s finally bottomed out in you. Waiting for a moment or two for you to adjust to his fat cock.

Soon after you begin to squirm “Halsin… fuck- hurry up and ravage me already.” You hiss out demandingly. He just laughed again at your demanding tone “I’m just making sure I don’t actually break you my heart.”

Soon he begins to move his hips slowly, it was clear it was hard for him to hold back, sweat rolled down his hairy chest as he gazed at you intensely. You keened out at feeling his heavy girth drag against your clenching walls as he moved in and out slowly. “I’m going to go faster now my heart…” he whispered lowly. You only able to respond in a nod as he began to pick up the pace.

Soon not after he’s ramming into your cunt like a feral beast, he has your legs pressed against your chest as he hits every deep spongy spot in you. Making you mewl his name as you scratch his back. His heavy breeder balls slapped against your ass as his hips went at a rapid pace. His muscles tense in delight everytime he heard a lewd squelch of your cunt being stuffed. “Halsin- I’m close- fuck” you groan out throwing your head back as he bullied his cock in and out of your pussy,

His own thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic as he got closer to his own climax “my heart… fuck-“ he swore out in bliss as his abdomen contracted, along with yours. You both let out whorish noises in unison as you gush around his cock, your walls spasming, sending him over the edge. His leaking cock trembled before his hot load shot into you instantly. He grunted and began to slow his hips “Silvanas really blessed me with such a beautiful partner…” he gasped out as he gulped in air to catch his breath.

You hum and smile goofily “gods I needed that good fuck .” He once again chuckled, pulling out, his seed oozing out of your used cunt. “That’s it my heart… “ he hummed gently as he finally pulled all the way out. “You lost.” You say with a cheeky smirk, making him roll his eyes.

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Urg love me that man.

Hope y’lot enjoyyyy

[moonstruckme]

hi! I loved your fic with reader and sirius in a situationship and he comes over for a hookup and reader is super stressed and he helps. Can you please do another one with that dynamic? Maybe angst where they’re hanging out at a party and Sirius is all over reader but then says they’re just friends? Possibly smut ensues 👀

I love reading you work!!

Thanks for requesting!

cw: smut mdni, p in v, semi-public sex, hurt no comfort

fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Shh.” Sirius nips at your earlobe, eliciting another half-suppressed mewl from you as he presses you into the wall next to James’ shower. “You want everyone here to know what’s going on? James’ll have a field day.” 

“He’s already gonna know if I walk out all marked up.” 

“S’not my fault, is it?” he hisses, fingertips digging into your ass as his teeth scrape across your pulse point. “Why’d you have to wear this fucking dress, huh?” 

 “No idea what you’re talking about,” you pant, but you’re laughing, tits bouncing almost completely out of the tight bodice as he thrusts into you, the lace lining barely covering your peaked nipples. Sirius’ eyes had gone nearly all black when he’d seen it in your closet. Dollface, when did you get this pretty little thing? You’ve been waiting for the opportunity to undo him with it ever since. 

Part of you wonders if he’d had a similar plan tonight. Sirius is wearing—or, well, he had been wearing—the black jeans you’d helped him thrift last weekend, slung low over his hips and paired with a tank top that shows ample expanses of his inked-up torso and arms. He’d watched as you drank the outfit in, and the pretense of socializing at James’ party hadn’t lasted long before he’d drug you into the bathroom by your elbow. 

Sirius shifts, pushing you harder against the wall as he takes your weight with one hand, freeing the other to paw at your boob. It plops readily out of its confines and into his palm. You moan as his thumb brushes your nipple, ducking your head to smother the sound against his shoulder. 

You start kissing the tattoo there a second before he finds the spot he’s been searching for inside you and your head lolls back. Your hands spread over his shoulders to ensure you don’t topple over, lightheaded and cock-addled. 

“Easy, pretty girl.” Sirius’ tone is smug, his hands coming back to your ass as he hits that spot over and over again. He presses his lips to yours sweetly, swallowing your sounds. “I know you didn’t have that much to drink, try to stay upright for me.” 

Pathetically, it warms your heart to think that he’d been keeping an eye on you. You use what leverage you have against the wall to grind your hips into him. Sirius groans, pounding into you so hard you think you must ascend, your vision all starry and wild as pleasure shoots out from your core, tingling all the way to your fingertips. 

Distantly, you’re aware of Sirius covering your mouth with his again, thrusting into you a few more times before he comes too and bites down on your bottom lip as his grip tightens on you. Your chest hurts. You feel almost like you could cry, which is new. You both stay there for a minute, him relaxing his hold on your ass until it’s a bit kinder and you idly pulling a strand of his hair through your fingers, until Sirius breaks the kiss. His eyes meet yours, the color of heavy clouds, and you have the sense that he’s peeling you like a tangerine. Seeing down to your hidden, squishy bits. 

“You alright?” he asks you. 

You swallow. “Yeah,” you say, pleased to find that your voice holds no trace of the emotion spreading like a blight behind your sternum. “You?” 

Sirius’ lips tilt. “I’m fantastic, dollface.” 

He adjusts his grip on you, letting you get your legs underneath you before lowering you to the floor. Your panties bunch around one shoe, getting slick on your ankle. 

“Ugh,” you sigh, sitting down on the lip of the tub while Sirius takes his condom off. “Can you pass me some toilet paper? I can’t put these back on like this.” 

“Just throw them out.” 

“I can’t, I really like these.” You start to reach for the toilet paper on your own and Sirius finally obliges, passing you a wad. “Thanks.”

He tugs his jeans back up, buttoning them before leaning on the wall to watch you. You keep your focus on your task and not on ogling how his biceps bulge when he crosses his arms like that. “I can just get you another pair,” he says. 

“You don’t need to do that.” 

“Oh, come on.” His tone takes on a familiar quality. You look up, and sure enough, he’s smirking down at you. The expression does things to your stomach you can never let him find out about. “I’m the one who ruined ‘em in the first place, aren’t I? Let me make it up to you.”

You would say it’s been sufficiently made up, but you only shake your head, folding the toilet paper over to a dry part. “I’m not throwing them out. I just need a minute, then I can put them back on.” 

“Suit yourself, darling.” Something in you flutters at the pet name, but then Sirius pushes off the wall. “I’m gonna head out, get back out there so nobody sees us leave together.” 

You keep your gaze downward. “Good idea.” 

You notice him flash you a smile in your periphery. Even without really seeing it, you can guess what it looks like: flirty, impersonal. “See you out there.” 

He opens the door, and you see only a flash of light brown hair before he’s slipping out and shutting it behind him, shielding you from view. 

“Hello,” Remus’ voice says slowly. He must’ve just been passing by, but if the extended occupation of the bathroom hadn’t caught his attention, Sirius’ hasty exit certainly has. “Don’t suppose I need to ask where you’ve been.” 

“That,” you hear Sirius say in his jovial way, “would be terribly nosy, Moony. Unlike you.” 

You creep closer to the door, pressing your ear to the crack in time to hear Remus’ amused hum. “Don’t suppose I need to ask if you know where y/n is either, do I? Mary’s been looking for her.” 

“I’m sure she’ll turn up shortly,” Sirius replies. 

There’s a short period of silence wherein you wonder if they’ve walked away, but then Remus says quietly, “I hope you’re being careful.” 

Sirius laughs, the sound derisive. “Thank you for your concern, but you’ll find a condom in James’ bathroom trash if you’re worried enough to go looking.” 

“Not what I meant. She’s a sweet girl, Sirius. Don’t fuck her about.” 

You can practically hear the lewd joke forming on Sirius’ tongue, but his voice lowers, unexpectedly sober. “I’m not,” he says. You stop breathing. “She’s under no false impressions, alright? We both talked about what this was before we started, and she doesn’t want a relationship any more than I do.” 

Remus’ sigh is long-suffering. “Sure.” 

“Honest, Moons. We’re just friends.” 

Your heart—your stupid, mutinous heart—shrinks and withers like a balloon without air. You move away from the door as quietly as you can, sitting again on the cold lip of James’ tub. Sirius says something about taking charge of the music selection, and you breathe carefully as he and Remus go off. You’re furious with yourself, humiliated for feeling so dejected. Sirius is right; you had been clear about what you wanted when you first started this thing. Boundaries had been laid down. Just because your feelings have changed, that doesn’t mean his have. It was unfair of you to look for more from him. 

Your underwear are a lost cause. You bury them underneath more toilet paper in James’ bin, hiding the condom while you’re at it. You’ll get yourself new ones without telling Sirius. What you do shouldn’t be his problem anyway.