#You can't be that fucking cute and have a body like that

[drdemonprince]

had a date with someone, oestensibly a man, who went on and on and on about how much he enjoys giving pleasure to his female partners and feels most fulfilled by watching the female body experience pleasure. Oral service top, the bane of my fucking existence. Says he adores threesomes, mostly a woman and himself and a guy, because then he can experience all of the possible pleasures as a witness, see the other guy really giving it to her and thrive on her pleasure and plus, hey, he loves dicks too. Incredibly stylish effeminate guy. Sensitive artiste. He told me than when he goes to the gym he looks at shredded androgynous women with the kinds of bodies he wished he had, and he aches. Earlier in the night he said he had some kind of trans thing going on, and gestured with an open gripping hand at his head. At the right moment I asked him, have you ever though about doing anything about that? No, he demurred, not in terms of hormones or transitioning or anything like that. He didn't offer a reason. He just continued going on about how much he loves watching women's bodies during sex, and said that usual denial-filled stuff about how he's fine, he's just fine, this isn't ideal (he puts a hand to his chest) but it can do lots of cool things, his body, and so it will do.

And I can feel bad, I guess, for him. And I said to him what I could about how once I felt that way too. I coveted the men who had the bodies I wish I had, obsessed over them while loathing myself, and you never do know when the feeling is bad enough to do something about it, do you, but I was alive at the right moment in history and I inexplicably went for it and now I do not feel that ache, I like who I am, and all my old frustrated longing has settled inside of myself. But it was half-hearted, my saying it. Because I can't convince someone else. And no matter how sweet and cute I would have found him if he liked being him, it was all a terrible turnoff.

[frogchiro]

OMG TEASER READER WITH FRAT! LEON? 👀👁👁👁 Just let this man cum on something other than his hand or pants

Mmm idk about that, did he deserve it? ://

Imagine being saddled with tutoring Leon though! You jaw almost him the desk when your professor, the one from the course you shared with Leon called you two after class to him and announced that due to Leon being...very behind on his coursework and his grades being so low that he is at risk at filing, he is now assigned to you as your pupil! Isn't that great that you can help a fellow student? <3

No. It's really not when that student is Leon S. Kennedy, the notorious fratboy with a room temperature IQ who apparently has a huge crush on you and sends you dick pics and cumshot videos, begging for your pussy and to 'knock up every single of your eggs'. Great.

On the other hand imagine how happy Leon is!! He is over the moon in fact! This will be literally the only topic he will drone on about for the rest of the week leading up to you first tutoring session, in your dorm!! He feels like he hit the jack-pot with this one and he can't fuck it up! Sure, he may not be the smartest, but he has a lot of enthusiasm and wants to show off to you, so on the day of your first lesson he wears his best (aka not stained or old) black compression shirt to accentuate his muscles and for once he cracks out the good cologne and not his usual AXE body spray </3

Imagine he arrives at your door, giddy and bushy tailed and so so horny, all the possible scenarios he saw in porn running through his head, the idea of actually learning completely pushed out. 'Maybe you will wear some sort of schoolgirl uniform? Ohh maybe a sexy teacher~? A ruler in your hand, threatening to spank him if he will be a bad boy that will ultimately fail when he pins you down and fucks you well, ahh so many possibilities~'

Ofc it all comes crashing down when you open the door and there is no sexy costume, no tits on show, no nothin', just you usual sneer when you look at him and a quick and impatient 'Get in' before you slam the door behind him, your displeasure very clear.

Poor Leon who is like a kicked puppy with his ears down and tail between his legs because :(( Why is it so hard :(( And why are you so tough on him :(( It's like nothing wants to actually get through into his head, the material is too hard, he's getting distracted by the sight of your tits in your cute pink top...Until after a few sessions of agony and frustration you finally figure Leon out- he lacks an incentive.

He's a rich boy, comes from a good family, never lacked for anything and was smart enough to get through school until he got a rude awakening in college, but then he got much rowdier, joined a frat and it all went to shit, but the main thing was that he didn't have any real reason to learn well so you came up with the good ol' stick and carrot; if he shows initiative, actually sits his ass down and will do some work himself and score at least a B on his upcoming test you will give him a 'nice surprise' and lo and behold Leon almost knocked down your door with how fast he ran to show off the big, fat 'B+' written in red on the front page of his test. Something you...didn't really expect. Like at all.

You expected more like a C at most, a far cry from his usual D or Fs but a B+? Even you had to admit that you were impressed, the smile on your face when you congratulated him made Leon think he will die and go to Heaven but at lest he will die a happy man...And you were saying something about a reward no? :)

And the nice surprise was leading him to your cute, comfy, girly bed, stripping your pretty pink top so that your tits are nice and on show and allowing him to jerk off to them <3 No touching though! He has to earn it with good grades <3

I honestly think Leon would short-circuit then and there because...What. You, the girl he had a crush on for the longest time now, was letting him ogle your pretty tits and jerk off?? Yeah, he died and went to Heaven alright.

Poor boy couldn't take his already leaky cock out of his sweats fast enough, the pretty head already flushed and spurting out precum but the real star of the show were Leon's moans...Even you had to admit that they were the prettiest thing you've ever heard and they made you flush :(( Despite any reservations you might have had, Leon was objectively a very handsome guy and seeing him so horny, so desperate and whiny just for you in real life was enough to make you wet...Not that you'd admit it to him, no no. His ego would shoot through the roof then and that's the last thing you'd want, so instead you just focus on how pretty Leon looks, sat in your bed, jerking his cock and desperately trying to prolong the moment; he just loves you so much and seeing as this is the first time where you two ever did something like this, he wanted to enjoy it as long as he could <//3

Imagine poor Leon being a bit too horny, his brain getting fuzzy with hormones, drunk on love and pleasure and neither you nor him realized that you two scooched closer together, now almost pressing against each other to the point that if he leaned down only a bit he could take your nipple into his mouth but no, he had to be nice...Or at least until a particularly good twist of his hand had his whimpering and moaning his head off, his sperm shooting and landing right on your soft belly and he swears he saw black spots in his eyes at the whine you let out :((

[lesbikaiser]

hi hiiiii can i pls request reo losing the NNN? istg my purple haired rich boy needs more love >< thank u sm!!

hiii hiii my lovely! im glad to be feeding reo stans, he deserves it and so do y'all!

i almost forgot that nnn posts are supposed to be made in november and started writing this one like three days ago or so, i really hope you like it ><

mikage reo who engages in no nut november because he needs to prove you wrong. how dare you say he wouldn't make it to the end because he's used to "getting anything he wants." not that you're wrong though, but what does that even mean? he can't see any connections between having purchasing power and... cumming?

well, he could not see it, not until now. but it's as clear as day for him now that he's knuckles deep inside you, having your pretty body sprawled on his lap as you moan so perfectly against his chest, desperately riding his fingers like your life depends on it as you try and chase your high. it makes all sense in his head now, because watching you makes him so hard, throbbing dick bulging his shorts and the pre-cum leaking from his tip leaving a wet spot on his boxers. god, he would pay any amount of money to be let cum right now.

shit, it's been not even a week since you challenged him.

"reo– oh, reo! reo, reo, reo–! " it does nothing to help him how you call out for him so sweetly, his name like a mantra on your tongue, clammy hands gripping onto his shirt for dear life as your walls clamp down on his fingers, slick all over his palm and lap as your cute, needy cunt makes a mess on him, the way you look up at his face with big, doe eyes and fat tears pricking the corner of them really turns him on, his cock jumping and twitching at the sight.

he wants to fuck you so bad.

"gonna cum, reo–reo! please don't stop, reo..." your voice is high-pitched, thighs trembling around his wrist as your moans only get higher, needier, mixing with the squelching sound your pussy makes every time he plunges his fingers into your hole, reaching so deep and hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

why did he agree to finger you, again? surely he wouldn't be able to watch you falling apart for him without letting it get to him, he knows how much control you have over his body, so why is he doing it? did he really think he could take it?

but how could he ever say no to you when you asked him so prettily to 'please make you cum', with that sweet voice of yours? of course, that's why he agreed. he loves to spoil you.

he watches the way your greedy cunt swallows his fingers in, gripping onto them whenever he slightly pulls out to shove back into you, he can see the way they shine with your arousal, you're so damn wet, he bets he could easily slip his dick into that cute pussy of yours, he could be fucking and creampie-ing you right now and you could be moaning so louder, he would fuck you till you get too dumb to speak, only babbles coming from those pretty lips of yours, too fucked out to even think straight, the only thing in your head being his name...

he can feel his balls tightening at the thought, his body heating up and dick oozing more pre-cum from the tip, his boner is very obvious now and he knows you're too lost in pleasure when you don't notice how his cock is literally poking against your inner thigh, otherwise you'd have already teased him for being so hard when all he's doing is finger fuck you.

but how can he help it? you're definitely a sight to see, tits spilling from your small tank top with the way you arch your back, hips moving back and forth against reo's hand and your own fingers grabbing at anything they can – be it his sleeves, collar or just his shirt at all. he can feel your toes curling atop his thighs, and the outline of your nipples is very clear on the fabric of your clothing when you push your chest towards reo, lips parting to let out the prettiest moans.

he's mesmerized by the shape of your mouth, how your lips are a shade darker than usual because of the way you've been biting onto them, slightly swollen and so inviting, he feels like it's been ages since he last kissed you even though it was just a few minutes ago, he wants to feel your tongue against his, taste your spit mixed with his own. and it's like you've read his mind when you lean against him, arms draping over his shoulders as one of your hands fist his hair, the other caressing his nape so affectionately, he can practically see the heart-shaped orbs in your eyes as you stare at him, noses touching before you press your lips against his.

your tongue nudges his bottom lip before delving itself into his mouth, sliding against his own as you kiss him messily, spit running down both of your chins and your needy whimpers being swallowed by reo, teeth clashing a little due to how sloppy the kiss is.

he can't hold back a groan when you press your body further against his, unconsciously humping your thigh on his over-sensitive dick, his arm looping around your waist to bring you closer to him as his fingers work at a furious pace now, slick gushing out of your cunt and spilling everywhere, staining both of your clothes and it makes you roll your eyes when he curls his digits inside you, soft, warm palm touching your denied clit pushing you over the edge.

"mmph–! " your orgasm hits you like a train, electric waves shooting through your veins making your whole body writhe in reo's grasp, head thrown back and mouth agape with no sound coming out before you lean forward, resting your head on your boyfriend's shoulder as he helps you ride out your high, hand on your hair caressing your strands. you whine at the sudden emptiness in your insides when he pulls his fingers out of your sensitive cunt, slurred words leaving your lips. "love you, reo..."

you say it at the same time he pushes his digits into his mouth, tasting the residues of your cum on them, and that's his last straw. how you whisper so drunkenly against his ear, followed by a wet kiss on his neck and a cute whimper, your taste is so good on his tongue it makes him roll his eyes back, his dick twitches uncontrollably inside his shorts, load bursting on his boxers and soaking everything. he cums untouched, moaning pathetically onto your hair as his orgasm washes over him, not as strong as yours but enough to make his mind blank for a second.

you're too lost in reo's scent to notice anything, basking in the afterglow of your climax and breathing in his cologne, not really seeing the moment he comes down from his high and regains his senses. you giggle when he flips you both over, pinning your spent body down to the couch as his knees force your legs apart. a dumb smile stretches your cheeks when you bring his face closer to yours, arms still around his neck as you kiss him again.

this time though, it's him who shoves his tongue past your lips, licking at your mouth and stealing your breath as he devours you, you whine when your brain registers the taste of your cum, one of reo's hands gripping your thigh as the other pull his shorts down along with his underwear. it's only when you feel his slicked tip nudging your sensitive little clit that you open your eyes, breaking the kiss as you look confused at him. gazing down, you notice his shaft covered in an opaque, white liquid, as it sticks to your folds now that he's sliding his dick through them.

"reo?" the look on your face is priceless. the way your brows knit together, eyes slightly wide and a pout on your lips as you stare at his smirk, voice small when you call out his name. "did you– you came just from fingering me?"

he slaps his tip against your clit, smirk only getting wider when you yelp his name, hips writhing in his hold. "r–reo! what're you doing?" he doesn't even spare a glare at you, aligning his dick with your entrance as he watches your hole fluttering and clenching around his cockhead, desperate to be filled.

"it's already over for me, isn't it? so why not indulge in my wishes anyway? after all, i do get everything i want..." his purple eyes finally lock with yours, they're darker than usual and carry a hungriness you rarely see in them, you can tell how pent-up reo is from not being allowed to cum for the past days.

"and right now, my love, i wanna fuck that perfect pussy of yours."

[dokkamj]

BOLD

hey MJ here, english is not my first language i’m sorry for grammar errors, this content is 18+ MDNI!!

disclaimer; i didn’t write in months so its sounds like an old draft of 2016 sorry for that, hope you can enjoy no matter this.

'Please I don't wanna wait" he muttered against your lips, you could tell he was such in a mood, he was stressed and you two didn't saw each others for months, he was too busy in his international missions and you needed to study hard for that degree. You felt his hands squeeze your hips forcefully, the three glasses of wine didn't helped that was for sure, he took you out for dinner with the fixed thought of you all shy underneath him."Did you always smell this good?" He muttered against your neck the tip of his nose brushed against your butter skin that he had missed so much to feel against him, you giggle a bit the alcohol did such a number on your poor body that doesn't really hand wine."its just perfume Simon" you brushed it off but he shook his head and sighed "nah its you, i can feel it, my dick can feel it"

the bold statement escaped his lips, he likes to make you feel embarrassed, he almost moaned on your neck, your cheeks started to gain a reddish color that he couldn't help but find cute, you can't handle him when he gets bold too much, you still was a softie on this type of things, but you can actually feel your body start to react at his words and needy touches. "You are all flushed" he pointed out, you rolled your eyes and took off his mask gently to reveal his smirk underneath the balaclava.

You pressed your lips against his, he groaned slightly as he lifts you up from your thighs make you the sign to lock your ankles behind his back as he starts to walk towards the bedroom. He loved the way you were just so damn light in his big arms, he was gonna have a good night that's for sure.

You two lay down on the soft matters and in seconds he was on top of you making your legs spread for him "i bet you missed this" you muttered, usually you where silent ad not really talkative since you have a big taboo about sex, he spended months taking it slow with you because he knows how delicate and sensitive this was for you, but hearing you teasing him?

Did some effect to him since he was the only one bold in this relationship.

"Mh? Repeat please, sweetheart" he muttered."I was saying" you begun making him lay down next to you and then crawl on top of him, maybe it was the alcohol having this effect on you, or it was because the distance, in the whole year you had been together it never happened that he got deployed for more then two months and your skin burn just for his soft touches.

You sneak your hands underneath his shirt "that i bet you've have missed this, me.. on top of you" you whispered in his ear and he needed a good amount of seconds to understand that you where actually taking a lead, he groaned feeling your polish red nails scratching his abs making him breath irregularly.

You actually liked his reaction, before, you felt like you where walking on eggshells, but right now your ego was boosted enough to push some boundaries that you had on yourself.

"What? Did you lost your tongue Simon??" You asked with a playful smirk as you tuck your hand on the hem of his jeans and start to play with his happy trail making him gasp for air.

what was happening to his sweet angel that was too innocent to say the word sex out loud??

“Com'on Simon, play with me" those words where enough to send him on edge.

He rose up with a smirk upon his lips his hands where immediately on you, one on yur neck while the other where in your hair, as you two where both on your knees on the bed as you two kissed his mind spin with many idea some of them where risky since…

holy hell you where so delicate and he really doesn't want to hurt you physically and mentally, but fuck it he was gonna do it.

With your hands stil tucked on the hem of his trousers he makes you unbuckle his belt and undo his zip, your soft little hands against him was making his willpower crumbling. "Yeah good girl..." he begun before as he helped you free himself from the soft material of his boxer then he pushed your head down slightly a clear sign "now suck" it sounded a bit rude he was thinking that maybe this was too much but then you smirked, bit his lips and with your gaze on his you lowered yourself, he was hard as hell, seeing you bold for the first time was effect him. You pressed your soft lips against the tip of his cock making him hang with his mouth slightly open and without fucking breath.

Your tongue swirl around the tip, teasing him "like this?" You asked before suck on it, keeping the eye contact, when did you become like this? He moaned as he tight the grip on your hair, he wasn't gonna ask any questions, no sir. He was gonna enjoy this as much as possible. it was such a sight seeing you with your cheeks flushed the sleepy eyes from the alcohol and your lipstick smudged on his dick.

You go down on his shaft, not worrying to use more saliva than usual, his hips thrusted to hit the back of your throat and when it was enough, he pulled you up from your hair again "little princess became a whore when i was away? What happened? Missed this cock so much that you can't help yourself??" He asked almost being rude involuntary but fuck he felt like he was gonna explode if you sucked one more time, he doesn't makes you replay that he licked your lips without any shame or disgust, like com on, he was a soldier he wasn't a fancy man that could get disgusted easily.

The grip on your neck tighten slightly, he was dying to fuck you properly, and you can't help to squeeze your tights together, can't handle to wait anymore, you needed him inside of you as soon as possible "please, please" you begged him as his hands sneak underneath the tight top, you moaned against his mouth and without a second thought you pull down your skirt but he stops you "no, leave it on" his voice gruff, you nodded and he quickly sneak a hand underneath your skirt starting to caress your core with his thick fingers making you moan almost moving yourself against them, he smirked.

"You wan this mh? Say it princess" he muttered feeling how wet you was and he didn't even touch you that much "i want you, please" your whispered against his shoulder as you rest your forehead against it "more explicit honey" he said as he move aside your panties and roughly slip a finger in, you gasped for air "i want you inside of me Simon, please" you muttered arching your back against him, on a random day, this would have been more than enough, but you was the one to put him in another mood. "What do you want inside of you mh?" He asked once more as he kept fingering you by adding another finger inside of your tight core.

At this point you was loosing it "i want you to slip your cock inside of me and fuck me Simon. You heard me this time?" You asked as your patience run thin, his smirk grow wider he bit the lobe of your ear before grabs you from your hips and slammed you on all fours on the bed, roughly rolled up your mini skirt that made his head spin the whole dinner.

He slammed his dick inside of you, a moan escaped from your mouth as he starts to pump into you roughly, grabbing locks of your hair and pull them making you rose up on your knees and grab your cheeks in his hand "look at me, you heard me love ?" He kissed you, the other hand on your hip holding you in place as he kept moving his hips roughly, if you knew he would have been like this after a simple tease, you would have done this long time ago.

Gods you where so good to do what he tells you, and he fucking loves it, his hand moved from your hips trailing down your stomach to reach your clit and with two finger he pressed that sweet point, your legs shaking as you reached the orgasm, pressing your back against his chest as you let go on him was a sight that makes him even more hard than before, and your pussy clench making him moan against your neck as he cup one of your breast and squeeze it forcefully. "Fuck you are so tight love" he muttered biting the back of your neck.

When Simon ripped off his shirt you realized that you two still have your out clothes on. He pulls out and without even give you a second to catch your breath he pulls you from your ankle until you reached the edge of the bed with your ass, he lifts you up from your tights and walk towards his desk, making you seat and spread your legs with his hands squeezing your flesh and keep you in place he dropped himself on knees and press his mouth against your core, like a hungry animal shamelessly.

your head falls back as you moaned, your hands automatically reached for his hair pushing his head deeper into you as you moaned, his tongue caress your flesh as he suck on your clit making your legs shake as he demand you to stay in place as he eats you up. "Simon holy hell" you moaned desperately as you reached your second orgasm in less then five minutes, he was too good at this and he knows how to use it against your poor body.

He stand up still licking his own lips with a satisfying grin, and you breathless knowing to well that you wont walk straight for at least two days.

he brushed the tip of his dick against your folds "can i princess?" He asked knowing that maybe you were a bit tired "please, need to feel your tight pussy around my cock" he taps on your clit making you squirm as reaction. You looked at him a bit exhausted, but you wasn't gonna say no, so you nodded looking at him "fuck me like a good lieutenant that you are" you teased, and fuckinh hell he could feel himself getting even harder and on edge.

as he gets into you once again he moaned your name against your neck, his thrust where rough, as his mouth marks your neck by leaving soft kisses and hickeys here and there, but you wanted to return the favor, you cup his cheeks with a hand and making him facing you "look at me when you fuck me Simon" you called him out with a teasing smirk on your lips making him catch his breath, and he felt how close he was, with two more thrusts he pulls out and release on your folds.

Fuck he was breathing like he had the most intese sparring session, he looks at you with a smirk on his lips knowing damn well that he wasn't done with you yet.

[karaeilishh]

Your Sabrina fic lives rent free in my head foreverrrrr. Can we have more of her soon?

ughhh literally adore her. i’m sure she would be so desperate for you on her face 💞

SIT ON IT s.carpenter

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 …sit on my fucking face

"please, please, please..." sabrina whines pathetically, kneeling in front of you. her hands rest on your spread thighs, scratching your soft skin, reddened by her nails. her gaze darting from time to time to your naked pussy, barely peeking out from under your skirt. she looked like she hadn't eaten in years, starving.

you look down at her boredly, enjoying her desperation. you see how she can barely stand still, her knees hurting from how long she's been in this position between your legs. begging you to let her eat your pussy. but she's done something wrong and she deserves it.

because of the huge amount of work, sabrina hasn't left her home studio for days, working on new songs and beats. she forgot about you. the only times you saw her were when you brought her plates of food during mealtimes a few times a day, only to receive a kiss on the cheek and a fucking 'thank you'. and now she was working off her punishment for all the days you had to touch yourself in an empty bed.

"i don't get what you want at all" you leaned towards her, looking into her sky blue eyes that were almost brimming with tears. maybe another time you would feel sorry for her, but not now. she deserved this punishment. "use your mouth for something more useful than whining, baby"

and you could almost hear the fucking growl in her voice as her seemingly soft and weak hands wrapped tightly around your hips. oh, she was stronger than she looked. "sit on it..." she takes a few deep breaths, continuing, "sit on my fucking face"

"do you think you deserve this?" your breath is hot on her lips, making her grit her teeth. she knows you have every right to tease her, but she still wants you so badly. "you've been such a bitch, sabrina, ignoring me for almost a week... and now you're asking me to sit on your pretty face? slut"

"princess, please..." her knees weaken even more, barely holding her upright. all you hear for the next few minutes is her pathetic begging and whining. she really was such a slut for your pussy.

and you let her prove it, slowly lowering yourself onto her face. your hands grip the headboard for support, because you already know how weak you'll be after her. that was the problem, no matter how mad you were at her, she always fucked you too good. she always made you such a mess. "fuck"

your eyes close as you feel her tongue running along your slit, collecting your wetness. sabrina moans sweetly, pulling you closer to her face. "fuck, you're so wet..." she moans into your pussy, sending vibrations through your body. you can't do anything but grab her hair and shut her up, pushing her further into your pussy.

her tongue swirled around your clit, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. her tongue was so fucking talented. and not just for the songs. all her songs were for you. she was all just for you and your pleasure... "sabrina!" you can't help but moan loudly as she pushes her tongue into your hole.

your skirt covers the lower part of her face because you didn't even try to take it off, but you see her eyes. full of lust and pleasure. she's never moaned so contentedly except between your legs. she tells herself that her place is between your legs. she's eating you, devouring you.

"fuck, fuck, i'm so close..." your hand tugs harder on her blonde hair, turning it into a real mess. no one cares when you're both drowning in your pleasure, merging into one.

"b-brina..."

you see stars. they explode in your eyes when she makes you cum all over her cute face. all over her fucking tongue. you can hear her swallowing every drop. her tongue still slowly working on your pussy, helping you overcome the long-awaited orgasm she gave you.

and she will make you cum over and over again until the only thing you remember is her name.

tags: @chrissv4mp, @swamppmonsteer

[eroticdarling]

Choso brainrot because I need this man to fuck me out—AHEM! I meant take me out! On a date...

✦ Art credit to rednoki0 on Tumblr

I am a firm believer that Choso can be a sub ninety-nine percent of the time, but when he's extremely horny and can't get what he wants is when you find that one percent.

This can be caused by you teasing him to a certain extent, whether it's in public or during sex. In public, he prefers waiting until you get home so no one won't hear you call out his name from the rough pleasure. Now, in bed, you're always in control, which is why your favorite thing was edging him on. But even though doing this was a guilty pleasure of yours, there was a time when you went a bit over the top.

Whenever you feel like he's about to cum while you're riding him you completely stop. He's blushed out just begging to cum inside you as soft whimpers slip past his lips. You then pepper wet kisses along the sensitive parts of his neck and drown him in praise. His favorite combo.

You kept this cycle going for about a good twenty minutes till he got frustrated. Refusing to give him what he wanted, you wondered how far he could go before giving up. Unfortunately for you, his pent-up frustrations got the better of him already reaching past his max.

When his rough hands grabbed your waist without any warning you were instantly taken aback. This was the first time you saw Choso like this, which is why you were surprised by how easily he picked you up off him to pin you to the bed.

"Fuck (Y/N), You know how to make me like this." He says flipping you over to an ass up face down position before he's balls deep in your pussy.

He knew if you weren't going to give him what he wanted then he had no choice but to get it himself. And that's exactly what he's doing by fucking you at a tempo to make you cock drunk. The way he's gripping your waist while pounding into you just to find his high got you on cloud nine.

The way your body is in sync with his hips, your pussy clenching around him with every hard orgasm you have to the point your sweet juices drip down his cock, even the squelching sounds of your cunt mixing with moans. It's all putting him in a heaven-like state making him go insane.

You'd cry for him to at least slow down but it goes unheard and he'd reply with, "Remember when I begged you to let me cum? You didn't listen to me so why should I?" Hearing this you assume he isn't going to let up until he's done.

Your heated face buried deep into the pillow stained with tears of pleasure. Your legs are on the verge of giving up because of the friction including how many times you've cum already. Not to mention how much lewd noises you're making being overstimulated.

And of course, once Choso finds his orgasm he buries his dick deep in your cunt before filling you up to the brim. When he removes himself from you, he visibly sees the white mixture seeping out of you. His face is filled with amusement, having the thought of how pretty you look in this position.

I also feel like when Choso comes back to his senses after sex he's already apologizing for how rough he was. All because you still somehow seem fucked out. You, on the other hand, thought this side of him was cute and would wrap yourself around his arms.

Even though you're somewhat new to acting dominant Choso still loves your attempts. He was the one who gave you the idea when you found out he was the submissive type. Despite the fact you didn't want a submissive boyfriend, you decided to stay with him and learned how to be dominant.

Since then, you haven't pushed him past his limits unless you were positive you could take him.

[amourtoken]

Lukey abc’s!! im genuinely obsessed

YESSS i love when I get Lukey asks he's so boyfriend 🥹

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's a softie and just wants to cuddle rlly. Pls let him lay his head on your chest with his arms tight around your waist while he gathers himself enough to clean you both up. Reverse the roles too, if you're laying on top of him he'll brush your hair out of your face and kiss everywhere he can reach. He's so whipped for you he can barely really comprehend he has you right here in front of him and he feels so lucky to have you :(

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His arms on himself, which he didn't even consider until you gushed about them. They're strong and have pretty veins running up and down from his hands and you're constantly holding his arms or running your fingers over them how could he not be a lil confident by now? With you he can't tell if it's your tits or your mouth. Both have aspects he loves ofc but the way your lips feel when you're on top of him kissing down his neck and chest? Unmatched. The way your lips feel wrapped around his dick? Even better.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When he cums he literally nearly passes out almost every time. It just hits him like a fucking truck, he can barely hold himself up and that's why he rlly likes when you ride him cause he has to worry about it less.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's a heavyyyy switch lol he doesn't make it insanely known but he would kill for you to domme him tbh. Maybe he'll bring it up one day maybe you already know? The sounds he makes when you're stroking his cock give it away though.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got a little experience by now but he's not on the same level as Jack or Quinn. That being said he's by NO MEANS bad at what he's doing, you occasionally show him specific little things that make you feel good and he never forgets. Lukey has you fucked out in no time and knows every single inch of your body like the back of his hand.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl lol, reverse or not he just strikes me as the type to really love having you on top of him. He can still control the situation and fuck you right but if you wanna take the reins a little too you're fully able. Plus, the view of your ass or tits in either of those positions is heavenly so how could he ever ever ever complain? If you're facing him there's plenty of opportunity to kiss you too (his favorite thing to do)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's serious but like in a soft way yk? He's not changing his personality by any means and he's still pretty chatty with you. You still get a view of that cute crooked smile pretty often even in the most intimate moments between you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Kinda like Quinn I feel like he didn't really give a shit until you came along now he tries to look decent for you at the very least. He's not shaving entirely but he'll definitely keep it maintained at the very least.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If ur looking for romance you've FOUND IT with him. He can be rough on occasion for sure but his niche is in making you feel like a fucking princess. He makes you feel like you're the only two people on this earth in the moment no matter if you're being soft or if he's fucking you to tears. He makes sure you know you're loved and if he's a Lil too rough with you he'll apologize and shift however he needs to to make it better.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you, he did it pretty frequently but now that you're around he lets you take over. Your hands feel so much nicer than his anyway, he wonders how he ever got off without you before now. On occasion if he's on a long roadie he's not against it but he's not doing it without calling you and stroking himself to your pretty voice. (He's the guy who'd send you nut videos w the sound on if you asked)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Branding. He loves knowing you're his and needs everyone else to know to. He'll buy you jewelry with his jersey number or initials, and gets off seeing you wearing his jerseys or posting pics of yourself in them. To really top it off he loves absolutely COVERING you in hickeys and any other form of visual marker to show you're taken. It bugs him when other people hit on you but he knows you're not going anywhere, you're covered in 43's head to toe.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly he'd rather do it at home than anywhere else. He's okay with a little adventure but nothing is better than tossing his girl into his bed and being able to cuddle for the rest of the night after.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, as a whole. Like I said a second ago he loves seeing you in his jerseys too but he also just kicks things off sometimes for the comfort of being that close to you. You can't get closer to someone than being inside them and after a hard day all he wants is to feel you pressed against him while he rocks his hips against yours.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he's not gonna hurt you, but he's also not really a big fan of bondage tbh. He needs your hands all over him and he can't really get that if you're tied down. At the very least he'd tie your hands together when you ride him so you can still throw your arms around his neck.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a big fan of both. His brain short circuits entirely when he's down your throat but he's never gonna skip a chance to have you sitting on his face. That boy loves eating pussy more than he loves breathing and it shows cause he'll damn near drown in it before he stops to take a breath. I think he's definitely like Quinn in that aspect and he'd love a good 69 just so he's getting the best of both worlds. He took your advice cause you were the first person he ever ate out and now he's a fucking pro.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends. Typically he'll take his time and really savor the moment but sometimes he can't help himself and ruts into you like he's trying to split you in half. The closer he gets the faster and rougher he tends to get too, like he's losing control of his body (really he is.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his favorite but he's never gonna turn it down. He'd just automatically prefer undressing you and really drawing it out so he can take you apart how you really deserve.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's down, why not? You two tend to experiment with whos in control pretty often and it's definitely opened his eyes to some new levels of pleasure. He's used to being the more dominant figure but through some experimentation with you he learned he's perfectly fine with being out of control. He's also not as risky as Quinn but every so often some lightttt exhibitionism is fun. (Hotel balcony sex? Sure.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Similar to Jack and Quinn again, he's an athlete he's gonna automatically have great stamina. He'll go as long as you let him but tbh his orgasms take so much energy out of him it takes a bit to recover.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not against using them at all, till he met you he didn't know they could be so great. Vibrators are fun to use on either of you but after a night where you had him leaning back against you so you could jack him off with a fleshlight he's definitely biased on his favorite toy you two have.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hes big on teasing but sometimes he doesn't even mean to. He'll wear the sluttiest compression gear known to man and then wonder why you're salivating in front of him like a hungry dog. Once he's aware though he's going out of his way to wear it more often and tease you with showing some skin.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh fuck he's mouthy. He can't help himself, Lukey is noisy. He'll moan, whine, beg, growl, cry, all of it. The closer he gets the more whimpery and pathetic his voice sounds its fucking heavenly and there have definitely been times you've had to cover his mouth so the neighboring hotel rooms won't complain.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It'll definitely be the same for all the Hughes but they're not against sharing you for a night.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lukey is perfect tbh he's probably 7.5ish? Inches and has this nice curve that hits all the perfect spots inside you. Prettiest dick ever actually and you barely have to touch him before he's twitching.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like I said, he'll never turn it down. He's so in love hes pretty much always down to go and every time you cross his mind he can't help but picture how nice you'd look pinned beneath him. The further away he is from you the more he wants you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Lukey would loveee to just cuddle you to sleep after you're finished but its hit or miss. He could happily pass out in your arms but if you're not feeling sleepy he'll get up with you too, he follows you around like a puppy most times.

[nanamis-bigtie]

go live

↬ gojo satoru x amab!reader ↬ jjk masterlist // ao3 version // kofi

cw: pwp, reader has a penis (limited body descriptions & no gendered pronouns), oral sex (reader giving), anal sex, top gojo, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, sexcam show, pet names ("bunny") summary: sexcam livestreams are satoru's toy. but sometimes you join the show word count: 1,565 a/n: was talking with melk about writing amab readers and it reminded me i still have this one (it was a part of 2023 kinktober, one i never completed). was fist fighting my brain all day whether should i bring it back or not but - fuck it, we ball. there's not enough inclusive fics out there anyway

The setup is different from the usual one. Room is almost empty but the laptop, camera, and the mattress you fuck on, and dim, red-ish lights have been replaced. You feel much more exposed once you step in, naked far beyond your bare skin. The little mask you're wearing for a scrape of privacy could as well not exist for your mind.

"We're going live in five minutes," Satoru doesn't turn your way, his attention swallowed by the chat.

He's also naked, keeping his blindfold wrapped tight and cozy, but his hair is let loose, falling in irregular white strands over his hidden eyes.

"Why the change?" You nod towards the nearest lamp and squint under the bright light.

"Why not?" He shrugs then straightens arms over his head and stretches with a satisfied groan. "They've been whining they want to see you better all the time, figured they gonna like it."

"I'm pretty sure they meant my face."

"They can take that or fuck off. Like hell I'm sharing my bunny's cute face with them."

You kneel behind his back and wrap—not without a problem—arms around him. Satoru hums with approval when you nuzzle into the crook of his neck and take a deep whiff of his scent. He smells of his favorite cologne and musky arousal—a mix that has your mind spinning with need. Fire that's been simmering in your groin for a while now burns with a new force—and you, almost involuntary, rut hips against his back.

"Someone's excited", he coos and reaches behind himself to scratch at your scalp. "Are you ready?"

You confirm by nipping his neck. Having such an easy access to Gojo Satoru himself, to be able to taste and mark his skin, is such an aphrodisiac, a privilege driving you crazy. In the split moment of your teeth and tongue brushing him, everything—the live room, the camera, notifications blinking on the laptop screen—cease to exist. There's only Satoru, lowering the invisible walls in immense trust in you, and seconds stolen for your selfish pleasure.

"Leave some of this enthusiasm for the show, bunny." You can hear a smirk in Satoru's voice as his fingers tighten in your hair, pulling half-heartedly until you move away and sit on your heels.

A few clicks later you're live. The image of the room and your backs appears on the screen and the chat explodes with new messages. Someone sends a tip even though you haven't done anything yet. You can't help but laugh a little, hiding your face in Satoru's nape to save appearances. Of all cam performers, Gojo Satoru is the last one to need financial support. You have no idea what he does with this extra cash, but you wouldn't be surprised if he was sending it to real sex workers, with a generous tip of his own.

"They love you." Satoru finally faces you. You can't see his eyes, but you know he's being possessive over the attention you receive. He grabs your middle and squeezes it almost harshly when pulling you closer for a deep, passionate kiss.

The live show is mostly his toy. You're a spicy addition, extra bonus for the most dedicated fans of his account, and you're included only during the limited access shows, whenever you feel like it. It was Satoru's idea from the beginning, to fuck you in front of anonymous voyeurs and to save the video for later use, be it a part of another scene or a private use of his. With how much he hated to share you, even if only by showing your body to the others, the whole idea seems to be ridiculous. You even asked him once, but he only shrugged that he likes being watched. However, he probably just loves to show everyone what they will never have—because you're his only.

That's why, when he usually lets you have your way with him during the foreplay, Satoru harshly guides you down to his crotch. Pulled hair prick at your scalp, sensation answered with a familiar pulsing way in your groin. Your mouth waters at the sight of his hardening cock: not at the full mast yet but not leaving you much work to do.

He's enormous in both length and girth; your jaw strains when you open for him, a sheer feeling of fullness having you gag a little even before his tip brushes at the back of your throat.

"Go on," Satoru encourages you with soft words, but his hold on your head is strong and relentless, not letting you move away further than pulling away for a breath. You bob your head slowly, savoring his taste and smell—and thick weight pulsing on your tongue.

He's almost silent, as always when he's in his very dominating mood, but his body is telling you everything you need to know.

It's arousing in its own way, and you do your best to not ruin it with your own mewling.

You break though when feeling his fingers probing at your entrance. Worshiping his cock, you missed the moment Satoru opened and poured lube, the colder sensation and stretching catch you off guard. You've prepared yourself prior, but his fingers are so long and thick it's still quite a task to take two of them.

"They're saying your butt is cute, bunny." Satoru muses and guides you to turn towards the camera, at the same time scissoring fingers and stretching your hole for the audience to see better. With the corner of your eye, following the move of hand that let go of your hair and reached towards the laptop, you see a stream of excited emojis flooding the chat. Oh, they see you, they love you—and they know you're beyond their reach. You belong to Satoru, and he shows you off as his property.

Your length twitches and aches, so far ignored by the both of you. The mood truly gets into your head.

"You squeeze me so tight," Satoru's voice trembles a little, the need slowly taking over cold self-control. "Do you want me to fuck you, bunny?"

You let go of his cock with a lewd pop and look up at him pleadingly. He's smiling, less like a lover, and more like a predator over a cornered prey. The weight of his gaze, even if you can't see it, pins you down and curls you into a little but a very horny ball.

"On your knees, face to the camera." Satoru orders, making a circular move with his finger over your head. Half-way he gives your ass a harsh slap, echoing, together with your moan, through the almost empty room.

The lens is so small you barely can tell its little window from the plastic case. So small yet—it fits the gazes of maybe over a hundred people, following each move of yours with attention. You don't look away and keep your head up—otherwise, he would yank it up and scold you, playfully, but still, right in front of every participant of the show.

Satoru takes place right behind you, grabs you by hips and positions you the way he likes. There's no patience in his moves; you grit teeth, awaiting a sudden thrust, and he fails your expectations only for a short moment, when he's pushing the tip in. The rest of his huge cock is almost slammed in, having you cry in pleasure—and pain at the back of it.

He mumbles a curse, something about your tight hole, and retracts hips with a sharp hiss. More lube is poured, the angle slightly changed—and he's back, stretching you wide and deep with a stubborn determination. It's always harsh with Satoru, he has no patience to play with you further once he's sure he's not hurting you. He knows soreness will soon fade, he knows you will relax and take him to the brim, like a good thing you are for him.

"Nhhh, squeezing me like a—" Dirty talk dies on Satoru with a low, guttural moan. "You gonna cum soon, right?"

Leaning close, chest pressed to your back, he bites at the nape of your neck while threading fingers through your sweaty hair—and soon giving you a harsh pull, "Hey, bunny, look at them all. Show everyone how pretty you are when you're taking my cock."

A wave of hot pleasure is not done washing over you and Satoru is already jerking you up, straight to your knees and flush against him. He slams his dick into you without mercy, fast and sharp, hurdling you towards orgasm so fast you forget about stroking yourself.

"Satoru, I—" You try to say something between moans—yourself not sure what exactly anymore, because in seconds you're cumming, spasming in his hold, spurting cum right at the camera.

Notifications on the chat ping as relentlessly as Satoru thrusts into you, no second of break, no chance to get down from your high and let your fire simmer down.

"And now, bunny, when we're done with the appetizer—" he rasps into your ear with a voice so feral your whole body tenses in excited anticipation. You're pushed to all fours again, barely able to hold yourself on trembling limbs. "—now I'm gonna rail you until you pass out all pretty in front of everyone."

[a-wolfs-bad-moon-rising]

After Work

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

(This is more fluffy. I had a long day at work and a snuggly supportive Scottish boyfriend to come home to would be bliss)

Fuck work. Fuck bosses. Fuck 9-5's fuck ALL OF IT. I can't stand this shit anymore. I play my music in my car loud to drown out my vengeful thoughts. Everyone has a bad day at work sure, but today was the worst day of all bad days at work. Almost comical the way things went wrong.

I grip my steering wheel until my knuckles turn white and breathe to try and calm down. It's not working and I keep seething in anger.

I can't stand my job sometimes.

I pull into my familiar parking spot and I scan and see Johnny's car. My hands relax on my steering wheel and I instantly calm down. That perfect perfect beautiful man always knows how to make me happy.

I get out of my car and lock the door before heading inside. I try and calm down fully before going inside. I hate Johnny always having to put me back together. I take a breath and put my key in the lock. One familiar click and it's open. I push through the door and my shoes click on the tile. I hear Johnny at his desk. I remove my shoes before heading over to him.

He hears my socks padding over and looks over at me. He smiles warmly and it melts my heart.

"There's ma beautiful girl."

I instantly fold and tear up. Soap's face drops.

"Lass? C'mere luv."

I walk over to him and he scoots back in his chair. I sit in his lap, my legs on either sides of his thighs. I lean into his neck and sob. Soap always brought that out in me. I'd be fuming ready to kill and then I'd see his lopsided smile and it'd make me weepy and need to be babied.

"Rough day lass?"

I nod still sobbing in his neck

"Shhhh sweethart. It's okay. I gotcha."

I snuggle into him and my sobs and hiccups slowly cease as he draws gentle patterns on my back. His strong hands start rubbing my back carefully working some knots as I come down from my episode.

My tears dry leaving a streak on my cheeks. Soap's hands reach up and undo my hair from it's style and let's the tresses fall down. He runs his fingers in my hair and rubs my scalp to soothe me. I hum in content. He kisses my head softly and I feel so in love with him. Soap always makes my day better.

"Johnny?"

"Yes lass?"

"Thank you for making me feel better."

"Always lass. I love you."

"I love you too Johnny."

"Come on let's get you comfortable." I nod into his neck.

"Hold on tight luv."

I comply and wrap my arms around his neck. He stands up and wraps my legs around his waist. I squeeze him and he takes me to our bedroom. He sets me down and pulls my work shirt over my head. I giggle and he pushes me back on the bed. He takes my shoes off first carefully removing the laces.

Once those are off, the pulls my pants down. He grabs my socks peeling them off next and massages my calves. I sigh in content as my body relaxes. He goes to our shared closet and rummages through. He comes out moments later and throws me one of his hoodies. I giggle and put it on.

He comes over and sprays his cologne on it and I inhale deeply breathing it in. It smells so much like him and I'm very happy.

Soap chuckles.

"Feelin better lass?"

I nod standing up. He pats my head.

"Good let's get some grub fer us."

I smile cheekily

"Johnny?"

"Yes lass?"

I open my arms wide for him. He smiles and comes over to me picking me up and squeezing me in a tight bear hug. I nuzzle him and sigh happily my long day already forgotten.

~~~~~

Soap: *reading* Aw see lass that's cute. A change given how feral the last one was

(Wolf): It is cute isn't it?

Soap: Very the lassies should like it

(Wolf): Everyone needs soft fuzzy soap sometimes

Soap: Is that my hoodie?

(Wolf): What should we write next???

[moe-broey]

MOE. SUMMER ALT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

BIGGEST thing about Moe history is that for Literally Actual Years. I have been trying SO hard to get a beach outfit for it Right. I always had some aspects of it in mind (the white cover-up -- initially sheer, but I like the idea that it's a light shawl kinda like Lyon's, here). But a lot of my designs felt too feminine. Moe is about Balance. Moe is about Mishmash. Moe is about The Silly Factor. It's also unexpectedly practical and loves questionable fashion choices.

All this in mind! I think its Look really came together when I decided to give it some sporty touches. I esp love the wet shoes... and the visor works so well on it?? The little fish skeleton is a handmade accessory (not actual bones.), like its "tail" in its everyday outfit. I imagine it's jointed/maybe chain linked, so it has some movement to it! The skeleton adds a bit of edge it always has, and ALMOST. Gives a manta ray silhouette paired with the shawl (most noticeable in the topmost art! Didn't set out to do that, but when I noticed this I ran w it LMFAOO)

And. Some doodles

[cosmic-ships]

Looks like I got to reiterate this again =_=; Thinking I should slap this into my carrd somewhere because I'm tired of saying it every year-

[bonestrouslingbones]

character development moment: i was very nearly overcome with a rare weakness to FOMO as literally all of my irl friends have been regularly playing that one trendy roblox fashion game together and i got as far as googling roblox with half-intent to finally download it and was only stopped when i looked up the game on twitter, immediately remembered that it's a game for children that a bunch of grown ass adults have fully taken over and made increasingly toxic for some reason, and also tbh just doesn't even look that fun or good in general and snapped out of it like Oh I'm Too Old For This

[sampilled]

paper bag by fiona apple playing while I'm in urban outfitters <333 trying and failing to find a cute dress that will fit me <33333 they really want me to kill myself :)

[lucyvaleheart]

.

[lxnarphase]

𓇼 FUCK HER, FLIP HER, BEND HER BACKWARDS !

❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : the church always says sex for pleasure is a sin, and nanami kento is a man of the lord. but fuck, if his wife isn't worth sinning for. wc: 4.3k

❤₊‧⁺...cw : n. kento x fem!reader, religious themes, traditionalist views on sex and marriage, loss of virginity, missionary to mating press, breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, nanami loses himself in your pussy, slight cum play, dirty talk

❤₊‧⁺...lunar's note : am i unintentionally coping with religious trauma? possibly but it is fun :33 anyways based of this! forgive me if my writing is a bit rusty, it's been a while but enjoy !!

the two of you have spoken about eventually having children many times, but knowing the steps it took...it kept you both pushing it back, knowing eventually you'd both be ready.

after speaking with doctors, asking for advice from the church, and having you grumble about the neighbors who welcomed a cute baby girl, the two of you figured it was time.

you did your best to act normal all dayl, trying not to seem to nervous or too excited as you went about your chores for the day.

it may just be an act to procreate, but...it's still your first time with nanami. you want it to at least feel special.

there was nothing in the bible that went against that, right?

well, you have plenty of time to overthink since it seems that your dear husband will be at work late. to pass the time, you wait upstairs in your shared bedroom, the TV on as a distraction.

you're so stuck in your own world that you don't even notice him in the doorway before he clears his throat, leaning in the doorway. "oh! hi, honey, welcome home!" you go to stand up, but he holds up a hand, making you stop before you can get up from the bed.

it's silent, aside from the noise from the TV, and you can feel your stomach flip in anticipation.

has...has he always looked that handsome?

he continues to stand by the door, still not making eye contact. "you said it...starts today, correct," nanami questions, focused on undoing the straps of his watch. it shouldn't be attractive, it's such a simple task...yet it has your stomach doing flips as you nod.

"mhm, my, uh...ovulation starts today." it's such a weird thing to say, it just makes everything feel so...clinical. but that's how it's supposed to be, right? those who use sex for pleasure instead of procreation are sinners, or whatever the reverend at the church says.

"mm."

slowly pulling it off, he sets the watch on the dresser before shutting the bedroom door

"good."

dear god in heaven, you think to yourself, struggling to swallow the saliva pooling inside your mouth as he starts to undress. please forgive me for such inappropriate thoughts about my husband.

he removes his suit jacket—black today, it seems—placing it carefully on his desk chair, followed by his cufflinks and tie. his shirt is next, each button popping to reveal his strong, well-maintained physique.

you have to stop yourself from pumping your fist in the air for getting so lucky with such an attractive man as your husband. too busy ogling him like a horny teenager, you miss him undoing his belt before tugging them down and stepping out of his boxers.

once you do realize he's fully undress, you blush hard once he approaches the end of the bed—it took everything out of you not to stare at that...monster hanging between his legs, dear lord—and climbs onto it, making his way to hover over you.

his eyes roam up and down your body, taking in the pretty silky night dress you had on. It’s a soft blue with lacy white trim with little intricate flower designs.

modest, yet sensual.

"this is new," he comments, voice low and sultry. you can't help but wonder if he meant to sound so...so...

you don't find the correct word for it, but this new tone lights a fire in your stomach that has your r thighs squeezing together just a little bit.

"well, i figured it was an important night...you know, finally popping our cherries a-and starting a family?"

it's a weak attempt at humor, your voice clearly giving away your nervousness. you just pray that he ignores it.

a soft hum leaves him, his fingers playing with the intricately designed lace trim. the idea that you want to make this whole ordeal special, that you want to give yourself to him wholly, and that you want to swell with his child...

it pleases him greatly, a small smile touching his lips.

"well, aren't you sweet, my dearest?"

such simple words, yet they relieve so much tension from your shoulders. you can't help but smile back before a little gasp falls from your lips when his hands start to lift the dress up. his hands, they're so big, so hot on your skin.

It's a struggle to remember that this is for the purpose of producing offspring and nothing else, but you try, you try so hard.

but when you hear the hitch in his breath at the realization you didn't have anything else underneath the dress after he pulls it over your head, it's hard to remember.

the thought just about completely leaves your mind at the way nanami, your usually put-together husband, looks so hungrily down at you, a look you've never seen before in those pretty hazel eyes.

his gaze lingers on your body for a moment, mouth opening before shutting instantly, preventing himself from saying something he'd likely regret.

calm down, kento, he reminds himself, taking a second to clear his mind. this is for the purpose of family, not sinful and carnal desires.

even so, he's drinking in the sight of you, unable to stop his hands from rubbing up and down your sides, the soft skin of you, his wife, warming his palms. all his.

"gorgeous," he mumbles, unaware he even said it.

the moment you feel his leaking cock brush against your leg, a thought occurs to you.

neither one of you has a single idea of how to do this.

sure, you both know enough about putting it inside and moving, but that was about it. is there something else you should do? things you should say, places you should touch to aid in the process?

they never explained the actual process of sex in church, and lord knows your mother and father would've keeled over and died instantly if you were to ask them.

'it comes naturally when god deems it your time' the reverend stated once during a sermon. you fight back a frown, realizing that man probably had even less of an idea of how to do it.

however, the feeling of his tip nudging against your slit rips a gasp out of you, bringing you back into the present.

"are you alright? you left me for a bit there," nanami asks, his brow furrowed in worry. if you weren't ready, he was willing to back off. he may want to fulfill this important aspect of marriage, but...not if you don't want it.

"n-no, i'm okay! just...wondering how all of this is going to work out," you softly reassure, giving a weak giggle.

he can't blame you, he isn't very sure either. but as the man of the house and as your husband, he didn't plan on letting you worry. he would do all the work, you just needed to lay there looking so pretty, so soft, so...he realizes he's doing it again, letting his mind wander to places it shouldn't.

"just...j-just relax, we will figure it out as we go along."

with your silent nod, nanami starts to push his hips forward, hissing silently when he realizes the wetness that greets him.

you were this aroused just from...talking?

the thought of scolding you for letting your mind wander crossed his own, but...it would be hypocritical when his cockhead is dribbling precum all over your soft mound.

you choke out a noise of pain when his cock finally notches onto you and starts to push inside. sure, your wetness helped get the tip and the few inches after it inside, but just that is already too much for you, and you're expected to take all of it?!

you do your best not to move, not really sure what you should be doing. you'd be a good wife and bear with the pain if you had to, your nails digging into the pillow under your head as you braced yourself for the rest of his cock.

but this is absolutely unbearable, how do other women bear with this and have 6 or more children?!

a flicker of concern flashes through nanami's eyes at the sound you made, and he stops moving forward. he may be a bit mean sometimes, but he wasn't cruel.

if you both are going to go through with this, he is not going to make you suffer and nor is he going to force you to endure a painful experience.

no true man of god would do such a thing.

"breathe, don't hold it in," he instructs, his voice somehow calm and collected. one of his hands laces with yours, hoping to provide some sort of comfort as his lips brush against your forehead. "i've got you, darling, the pain will pass, just...tell me to stop if it gets too bad. don't hold it in."

giving a soft nod, you try to match his breathing, your body relaxing and making it easier for nanami to slip the rest of himself inside, a near silent sigh escaping him. the tightness and initial resistance that greeted him nearly made him moan, his cock twitching violently inside of you.

something about the physical feeling and knowledge that you saved yourself for him like you promised years before you both got married sent a surge of possession and pride, knowing he has such a loving and faithful wife who is so willing to give herself up to him like this...he can only hope you feel the same knowing he saved himself for you and only you.

so, as a 'reward'—and totally not because he fears you'll strangle his cock off with how tight you are—he's so gracious to you, not moving to let you get used to the stretch and feel of him inside, the room silent except for your matching breathing.

a few moments go by, and you should feel embarrassed when you feel slick drip out of you and down your ass. the realization that your dearest husband, one of the most faithful men of the church, is letting his cock soak inside of your hot cunt makes you whine a little, slick walls fluttering around him.

he's so fucked.

"a-ah...i'm going to move now," he warns, taking your sudden noise as a good sign. nanami shifts his legs just a bit before giving an experimental thrust, his brow furrowing as he slowly finds a rhythm.

the feeling of your hot and gummy walls is absolutely intoxicating, divine, nothing he's ever felt before.

this is what it felt like?

this is what he waited for?

fuck, it felt...it felt so good.

too good.

for you, the pain completely melts away, and you silently thank god and the angels above for giving you a merciful husband who is so kind as to wait for you to loosen up around him.

little do you know, he would rather kill himself than start moving when you're still adjusting to the pain and stretch.

his gentle movements make you all but melt under him, your eyes fluttering at the unbelievable pleasure coursing through your veins.

no wonder your parents preached about saving yourself until marriage, and thank the heavens you listened.

the very thought of feeling this way with anyone but your kento puts a bad taste in your mouth.

meanwhile, nanami chants prayers in his head over and over again as he tries his best to focus on the 'true' purpose for this.

the sticky, wet, and gooey sensation of your plump cunt sucking him, practically weeping each time he pulls out is just unfair.

the poor man, he's fighting so hard to maintain his composure, to not succumb to the base instincts that those soft moans of yours are beginning to stir within him.

"s-shush, darling," he grits out, hips still following his slow, deep pace. "don't...don't make such noises," he all but pleads, voice tinged with a huskiness that betrayed his growing need for you.

“i-i’m sorry! just, it...feels good, y-you feel good, feels s-so good,” you whisper, hands coming up to cover your mouth and stifle those sickeningly sweet noises.

but of course, that isn’t enough because each push and pull of his cock stirs your drooling cunt, filling the room with wet, filthy squelching sounds.

nothing about this is holy, nanami thinks as he grits his teeth, hands fisting in the sheets next to your head.

look at her.

those soft, muffled noises are truly music to his ears, his pace morphing from the slow, deep grind into a faster pace as your soft body gives into the pleasure.

so wet, so damn tight around my cock., like she never wants to let me pull out.

"k-kento, y-you're goin' too deep, i-i can't be quiet, s'too much!"

messy little pussy, 's beggin' for cum, needs it, needs to feel my tip kissin' her cervix as i pump load after load into her womb.

he knows what that little voice is, and no matter how much he wants to claim that it’s the sound of demons pouring their sinful words into his mind, he knows that it's his thoughts, fueled by those dirty little noises that she can't hold back.

how pitiful, how sinful, doesn't she know she's going against all the teachings they've heard preached every weekend in their church?

doesn't she know she's giving into lust?

doesn't she know her pretty sounds are making his dick throb, painting her insides with his hot, gooey precum?

"hush, 'm not going to t-tell you again, you...you need to be quiet," he growls, the command lacking its earlier authority.

nanami also knows lying is a sin, and he's doing a damned lot of it right now as he tries to convince himself that you need to stay silent. after all, this—this is just a process of giving you both a child, just like you wanted, and nothing else.

but he's lying to himself.

he needs you to be quiet or else he'll lose it.

the poor man is barely holding onto his restraint, and these sweet noises pouring from your mouth aren't helping at all.

"y-you make this so difficult sometimes, my dear..." his voice is rough with need and desire, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. "but, by god, you're...you're. absolutely. exquisite."

he punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his hips into you in a way that has the coarse hair on his crotch to rub against your clit. the pleasure it gives you is electric, your legs coming up to squeeze his hips as you try to grind with him.

his words, his simple praise only makes you hiccup his name, crying out louder as your watery eyes roll back as your needy cunt squeezed down on his fat cock.

you're such a sweet thing, trying oh-so hard to mute your sounds. each snap of his hips is all but driving you insane.

“i-i can’t, ken, y-you don’t understand, i-it feels so good, i-i’m so full! you’re pressing against all the good spots, kentoo, i-i love you s' much, b-but i can't!”

be a good fucking husband and do what you were made to, nanami kento.

his teeth dig into his bottom lip, trying to hard to ignore that temptation purring in the back of his mind.

the voice is so much louder now, echoing throughout his mind and muting any prayers or pleads to be mindful of the sanctity of this whole process.

fuck her. give her what she needs, what she deserves.

but it's too fucking hard, he can't his hips are speeding up, his strong hands moving to grip your thighs, unaware of how they start to anchor behind your knees.

breed your pretty little wife and give her a baby like she deserves.

with a deep groan, nanami finally loses all control, fingers digging into your supple thighs to push them to your chest and practically folding you in half.

this new angle has him openly moaning like a dirty whore, allowing him to plunge even deeper into your tight, gummy walls, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each and every deep thrust.

"k-ken, kenny, k-ken," you sob, tears catching onto your lashes as your entire being is assaulted by the endless pleasure your husband is giving you. he doesn't even look like your kento anymore, his pupils blown so wide that you can barely see the ring of greens and brown of his iris.

"f-fuck. 's all your fault, you know that," he hisses, eyes narrowing as he weakly glares down at you. but you can see the hearts in his eyes as he gives in to the pleasure.

his dark eyes bore down into yours, the wet plap plap plap plap of his hips slamming into yours almost overpowering his voice. "if y-you just stayed quiet like i asked, w-we wouldn't be here."

a little spurt of wet gushes out of you, making his fall forward into the juncture of your neck with a groan at the dirty noise it makes,

"god, i-i can feel it, y'know? can feel this sticky pussy—such a dirty little pussy—makin' such a mess. saved it jus' for me, didn't you, baby? mmhm—fuckin' hell, 's tight—thank you god f' giving me such an angel of a wife." nanami is huffing nonsense against your neck, pounding into you with a force that has the bed creaking loudly.

if you weren't being fucked stupid, you would be worried he was about to break the bed.

"you can keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, b-but you jus' had to have the noisiest little cunt."

he's so mean, but it only serves to make you gush even more, the way juices pour out of you and only make the already filthy noises even nastier.

"she's talkin' to me, baby, y'hear it? i'm...i-i'm gonna breed you," he manages to whine into your ear, pulling away to press his sweaty forehead against yours.

his tongue, so pink and pretty—you want it in your mouth, want to taste it want to feel it against yours—runs over his top lip as he watches drool drip down the corner of your mouth while you nod brainlessly.

nanami's never felt so dirty, so unhinged, but it feels so right, feels so fucking good. he never wants to leave your pussy, never wants to pull out, this is where he belongs, buried deep inside you as his cock pumps load after load right into your tummy, giving you what you need, what you deserve.

"yeah? you want that? i'll give it to you, baby, promise, 'm gonna be a good husband a-and knock you up, gonna make you a mommy."

that has you keening, tears pouring down your cheeks at the pleasure it shoots up your spine. you know you're close, but it's different.

it feels different, feels too much, there's pressure you've never felt before from the few times you'd cave in and play with your puffy, swollen clit in the shower when you waited for nanami to get home from work to kiss you to sleep.

no, you feel like you are about to fucking explode. "ken, i-i can't, 'm gonna—s-something's coming," you try to warn, your hands fisting in his hair as you tug and tug and tug.

the pull of his hair makes him moan like a slut, it sounds so fucking good. his eyes are rolling back before he rushes to comfort you, pressing soft little open-mouthed kisses against your lips.

you don't need to fight it, you just need to give it to him, give him what he needs.

"shh, shh, don' cry, y' look t'pretty, honey. l-let it happen, cum for me, i've got you, angel, cum for me s-so i can fill you up," he coos, his hips growing erratic as he feels your silky walls starting to fluttering around him, feeling you teeter on the edge of release.

he shifts, just barely, just enough to better position himself to fuck deeper into you. but that slight movement has his cock smushing against something soft and spongy that makes you sob, growing softer and more pliant under him, and you know you are done for as all you can do is wail his name.

"please, pretty girl, cum for me, show me how good 'm making you feel, soak my cock, c'mon, you can do it."

with a loud mewl that nearly has nanami soaking your walls in cum, you dig your nails into his biceps as you finally, finally cum. and you're right, it is different, your cute pussy squirting and creaming all over his dick.

the poor man is choking back a whine, eyes wide in shock as your cunt just gushes slick everywhere, clenching around him like a vice as you cum.

your juices are soaking his cock and balls, splattering against his lower abdomen obscenely. the thought of making you do that again crosses his mind for a split moment before the need to fill you up for being so good overpowers any other thought.

not giving you a break, he continues his unforgiving fucking, ignoring your cries and pleads for him to slow down.

"nonono, shh, shh, shush, you can take it," he coos against your lips, no longer caring if this was sinning or not. all he could think about was the constant squeezing and spasming of your poor overstimulated slit that was milking him toward his orgasm.

you try to squirm away, but the way he has you folded in half has you unable to do anything but accept his stupidly deep thrusts that make you swear you can taste his cock in the back of your throat.

"t-tha's it." he's panting, slurring his words, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. it’s so wet, so messy now, but he can't find it in himself to care.

no, all he can think about as he looks down at you is how you'll have that angelic glow as you grow round with his baby, and everyone will know you're his, that he knocked you up, he pumped you full of his cum, that you're his you're his you're all fucking his—

"f-fuck, honey, i-i can't..." his hips stutter as he does his best to maintain his rhythm, but his own release is barreling down on him. his heavy balls are drawing up tight as they slap against your ass, your juices still pouring out and soaking all of him.

"'m gonna fill you up, 'm gonna pump this—this sinful little cunt f-full of m'cum, angel, gonna knock you up, gonna have you drippin' with me, g-gonna give you a fuckin' baby, shit—"

with a deep, guttural groan, nanami hisses your name as he buries himself as deep as possible, his hot tip kissing your cervix as thick, hot ropes of his potent cum pour right into your womb, hips grinding into you and giving little thrusts as you milk his cock weakly despite your overstimulation.

it's—it's so much, he's still cumming, how was all of this inside of him? you can practically feel it sloshing around inside of you, and you whimper when you feel it gush out around his now softening cock, dripping down your ass onto the bed.

a moment or two passes, and he sits up, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face and looking down at you.

oh.

you sweet thing, you're an absolute mess. you have tear streaks down your cheeks, your lips swollen from him unknowingly biting them between the little kisses he was giving you, a pretty sheen of sweat on you, and...

his eyes trail lower to where his dick is still nestled inside of you, and it takes everything in him to not accidentally thrust his hips a little bit.

it's a creamy, sticky mess, a mixture of his and your cum seeping out your poor, abused pussy.

"o-oh. sorry, my love. i'm...not quiet sure what happened there. i apologize for such...foul language," he mumurs, his hand stroking your hip. "'s okay," you softly coo back to him, your eyes fluttering shut as you try to catch your breath. "i-i liked it..."

but you quickly learn you've married both a man of god and a curious, insatiable bastard who can't help but drag his cum all over your pussy, quickly finding your clit. and the reaction you give him is one he decides he likes, your hips canting up as your soft, oversensitive walls squeeze around his cock again.

"k-kento, that's nasty!"

all you get in response is a grumbling noise in his chest as it takes you weakly slapping your hands against his chest to get his eyes to snap away from your gooey, creamy pussy.

clearing his throat, he looks down at you, that heated look slowly creeping back onto his face. "perhaps we...we should try once more. just to ensure it takes," he states, doing his best to show some semblance of dominance.

but it's impossible when his hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, his pupils blown as he gazes down at your panting form like he's about to devour you whole.

"after all, a...a big family is what god wants from man and woman, right? so we...shouldn't delay and keep trying." his hand trails up your side before finding its way to your breast, squeezing the soft flesh.

his thumb experimentally rolled your nipple, and the way your body reacted, a soft gasp of his name...how is he supposed to explain the feeling he's getting in the confessional booth?

"y-yeah," he gulps, leaning his head down. you can feel his hot breath against your tit, and you swear you feel drool drip onto your breast. "w-we'll keep trying. jus' to make sure w-we do what the scripture asks."

may god forgive him for being such a fucking liar and a damned bad one at that.

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[s0dium]

Warning: Gojo has really bad breeding/pregnancy kink

You have an inkling that Gojo Satoru is trying to get you pregnant.

You weren't sure at first, but the subtle clues began to add up. The way he insisted on being close to you during your most fertile days, his knowing smiles whenever you mentioned the future, and the way he would tenderly ask about your health and if you were taking any medications. And then of course, the fucking.

He is absolutely relentless. He reels his hips back just enough so his fat tip barely leaves your warm cunny, the anticipation building as you brace yourself. In an instant, he slams them forward, hard and fast right into your cervix. It's like he is trying to bring you and himself to the edge as fast as possible. And what you don't know is that he is, and after that, he will start all over again.

At the start he is able to keep his composure. But as he thrusts deeper, Jesus, when he feels, like, really fucking feels how warm and tight your pussy is, he starts to crumble like sand. Seeing you beneath him, your eyes glassy with tears from the intensity, your lower lip trembling as soft moans escape you, stirs something primal within him. It makes his body kick into auto-pilot as his head fills with thoughts only on filling you.

"F-feel so good baby," Gojo will groan into your ear as he rolls his hips into you. "S-shit I cant-" he gasps when you squeeze his length, your pussy squeezing him in a vice grip. That's when the babbling starts.

His mind is too hazy with euphoria to actually realize what he is saying but once he starts he can't stop; "Gonna cum in you baby, gonna cum in you and make you a mommy yeah?" He groans and throws his head back, sweat dripping now his neck, Adams's apple bobbing and mouth open as he pants for air.

"Come on answer me baby" He's not a whining man but here he is stumbling over his words like a school boy because of how good he feels right now. "Tell me how good you feel, tell me how you wanna be a mommy, how you wanna have my babies"

You know you should say no. You really do, but you just cant stop yourslef. "I do, I do I do" you babble, the words strung out on your lips from how good he is fucking you. Each of his thrusts sends electric shocks through your veins, the delicious friction of his cock setting your nerves alight. He fills you completely, stretching you to a blissful fullness that borders on too much, yet exactly what you crave. The way he moves within you, deep and relentless, drives you to the edge of sanity. His intensity, the raw power behind each movement, makes you feel cherished and claimed all at once. The euphoria builds, each stroke stoking the fire within you, each moment of fullness punctuated by a hunger for more. The collision of his dick against your cervix has you seeing colors. His motions are fluid due to how wet you are and his pelvis rubs against your sensitive clit so so so perfectly, driving you closer near the edge.

He moans at your words. God you were so perfect, you were going to be the perfect mother he can practically see it now; your cute belly bump, your tits round and plump with milk. He thinks that you would have to pry him off your nipple because god once he gets a test of you he won't be able to stop. Everything feels so good, he is practically seeing colors, oh god he is close he is so close-

"Fuck!" Gojo's hip stutter and his grip tightened significantly, a loud moan of your name slipping from his lips as his own orgasm washed over him, coming so hard he sees white. As the warm, sticky liquid fills your cunt, a surge of intense pleasure washes over you. The sensation is both overwhelming and deeply satisfying, and enough to bring you over the edge. Your pussy spasms from the pleasure and a white ring of cum forms around his dick from how tight the fit is.The warmth spreads, a comforting yet exhilarating feeling that envelopes your senses, leaving you awash in a blissful glow.

Maybe a baby with Gojo wouldn't be so bad.