#fist!ng

[soppynstuffed]

New routine <3

every night when I shower, I have to watch at least 10 mins of anal porn while using my fingers to stretch my ass.

It's been two days and I can already fit four fingers (uncomfortably).

This routine is only until I'm able to comfortably fit a fist in my ass, I think it will only take me a week! maybe two!

I'm not allowed to touch my clit but my pussy still gets soooo wet and drippy, it makes really thick and slippery lube that drips down to my ass. It makes it so easy to slide in another finger <3

I'll update my progress tomorrow :3

[aspiringmate]

Smoking for the first time and getting fisted for the first time in the same play session was fucking insane,,

Got so overstimulated that I cried when I came around their fist

[xinyuehui]

ꜝꜝꜝꜝWARNING: CRAZY DOG ︻╦╤─ ҉ - -

Twilight of the Warriors: Walled In (2024)

[self-indulgentmanic]

I'm in a perpetual state of NG brainrot, so I wanted to ask if it's possible for you to draw more of the no good trio? Specifically, Hazuki walking with Amanome and Kijima to give her scary dog priviledge....

Them teens always look like theyre up to no good...

[westeroswisdom]

Yep. Thick coats, warm gloves, and sturdy boots won't do anything to keep you from losing heat through your head.

[anrisimps]

When you wanted throw your estranged husband off a cliff and instead, ended up falling down with him and coming to a dawning realization that he looks strangely breedable

[2truehearts]

do you think si ano anos you

HAHAHHJD wish ko lng yung stell :'D pretty sure di nya na ge-gets mga signals at signs ko ... jhksfdfjdkfds

[missdynamighttt]

lmao okay... filipina! gf having a petty shouting match with bf! katsuki and cussing each other out in each other's languages.

the argument started over something stupid—so stupid you couldn't even remember how it began. but now? now, you were pissed.

"hoy, ikaw! akala mo porket pogi ka kaya mo kong bastusin?! (hey, you! do you think that just because you're hot that means you can insult me?!)" you snapped, jabbing a finger into his chest.

katsuki, never one to back down, fired right back in japanese. "kimi wa boku o okora seru nda yo, wakarudaro? itsumo sono kawaii kao de ki o magirawasu nda! (you piss me off, you know that? always distracting me with that pretty fucking face!)"

you weren’t even sure if he fully understood what you were saying, and you definitely weren’t catching all his rapid-fire japanese insults, but that didn’t stop either of you from cussing (possibly flirting) each other out in your own languages.

"para kang tangang sakit sa ulo na may abs! kung hindi ka lang gwapo, sinuntok na sana kita! (youre like a stupid headache with abs! if you weren’t so hot, i’d have punched you by now!)"

"ore wa hontōni mendōna sonzaida! demo... kuso, ore wa boku ga imamade deatta naka de mottomo mendōna sonzaida! (you’re such a pain in my ass! but... fuck, you’re the prettiest pain in the ass i’ve ever had!)"

neither of you were backing down. your voices clashed like thunder, both of you stubborn as hell, and honestly? if anyone walked in, they’d think you hated each other.

"oi.-kun ga utsukushīkara to itte, kimi ga itte iru koto o watashi ga rikai dekiru wakede wa nai yo.' (hey. just because youre beautiful, it doesn't mean i understand a fucking word youre saying.)" his jaw clenched, eyes blazing.

"ulol! (idiot!)" you shot back, arms flailing in frustration. "hindi kita maintindihan pero alam kong gago ka! pogi o hindi! (i don't understand you but i know you're an ass! handsome or not!)"

katsuki scoffed, stepping in closer, his voice dropping into something lower, more dangerous. "kuso, `chikatte iukedo, kimi ga nani o itte mo mechakucha shitsureina ndaroukedo, demo, kimi ga boku ni donatte iru toki no kuchibiru wa ī kanjida yo.' (fuck, i swear, whatever the fuck you’re saying is probably rude as hell, but damn, your lips look good when you’re yelling at me.)"

oh, hell no. (whatever the hell that meant.)

"ay, gago, ano sinabi mo?! pakyu! bahala ka dyan! maghanap ka ng ibang aawayin mo! ayoko na sa'yo—! (oh, you asshole, what did you say?! fuck you! suit yourself! find someone else to fight with! i don't want you anymore—!)"

before you could finish, his hands were on you—hot, firm, relentless, gripping your waist and yanking you forward.

katsuki grabbed you, his lips slamming onto yours with an intensity that stole the air from your lungs. you barely had time to react before your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling just as fiercely.

the kiss was all heat, teeth, and frustration—his tongue sliding against yours in a battle neither of you wanted to lose. the argument was already forgotten, who the hell cared what you were fighting about when this was so much better?

you tugged at his shirt, fisting the fabric, pouring all your irritation and want into the way your lips moved against his, biting on his bottom lip. he groaned, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, pulling, tilting your head just the way he wanted.

you gasped into his mouth, and he used that opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue pressing against yours like he was still trying to win.

it was messy. angry. hot.

his hands roamed, gripping, kneading, staking his claim as if trying to prove his point without words. your back hit the nearest surface—maybe the wall, maybe the counter, you didn’t care—and katsuki pressed into you, lips never leaving yours. his breath was ragged, matching yours, and when you nipped at his bottom lip, he growled, gripping your thigh and hoisting you up.

"still mad?" he murmured against your mouth, voice low and rough as you wrapped your legs around him.

you tugged at his hair, making him hiss. “oh, now you wanna use your mouth for something other than yelling at me?”

he scoffed, fingers digging into your waist. “tch. big talk for someone who was just moaning in two languages.”

you scoffed, shoving at his chest (not that it did anything, because he was built like a damn wall). “excuse me?”

he grinned, lips brushing against yours. “nah, you’re not excused.”

and then he used his mouth the other way he knew how—by kissing you stupid.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ used google translate for katsuki unfortunately🤕 lmk if any of the translations are wrong, and i hope you guys enjoyed!! inspired by @ch3rryjampi3's comment in my recent filo fic💜💜

[rosslync]

i wish i could join for sweat, it would have been fun. i feel like just you guys are gonna have great party vibes, which europe will be for me too but - not the same without you. us both being greedy explains a lot. and shh. i can't help that i'm very expressive!

She'd fucking love that. Seriously, would brag about it for as long as she knew you... which is like, hopefully forever. You're a little greedy, but so am I. You mean what you always do?

[megapteraurelia]

🫧 SUMMARY; — yamaguchi tadashi got a piercing, and you have to try it out! (at his expense)

🫧 WARNINGS; — graphic smut; fem!reader; cock ring; whiny!yamaguchi / overfucked!yamaguchi; unprotected p in v; oral m!receiving

🫧 WORD COUNT; — 1480.

🫧 AUTHOR'S NOTE; — i'm depraved. i love the idea of him being a pathetic mess, all fucked out and sloppy and— i'm sorry, ok?? ahhhhh!!! i'm a LOSER AND I LOVE BABY BOY TADASHI and he would absolutely be the the whiniest boy ever

please let me know what you think! -` ♡ ´-

“let me see,” you mumbled, fingers tugging on his waistband but his hands were clamped over yours, sweaty. 

“don’t, it will be too much,” he pleaded; eyes squeezed shut because fuck, he was so hard he could feel the pulse through his entire body. to have you touch him, look at you hollowing your cheeks, gaze hard and fierce on his face? fuck. “i won’t be able to take it.”

yamaguchi tadashi’s cheeks were flushed; the hand of yours hovering over his clothed dick warm, thumb daring to press down, right into the metal ring around his head.

“i’ll take good care of you, ‘dashi, mhm?” tone thick with lust, heat gathering between your legs at the thought of the piercing gliding inside of you, using it to stimulate your clit, losing your mind over it.

another weak attempt to ward you off, even though the heat in his groin licking at him from the inside was almost enough to make him break, “i won’t last that long.”

“you don’t last that long anyway, baby,” you smiled at him, teasing and loving, eyes lidded as you looked up at him from your knees, voice turning sinful, “though that means i’ll just have to make you cum and cum and cum all over again.”

his adam apple bobbed, strands of his hair already damp, and then a whine escaped him, half affirmative, half fearful. your hand sank down to palm him through layers of clothing, and tadashi’s chest expanded with air and a rising wave of arousal, exhale shaky as he expected the sensitivity to hit him. yamaguchi tadashi was like a little dog in heat, rutting his hips against your fingers because despite the panic, he was desperate.

so you gave him the extra pressure, the extra attention, mouth leaving little bites on his skin over the pants he wore, giving him other sensations to focus on.

“ng—hh, fu—huck,” tadashi gasped and moaned so prettily, body flushing closer to yours, eagerly rubbing his length along your hand; eyes squinted, brows furrowed and chest moving heavily. his fingers worked clumsily in tugging down his waistband, and you helped, nails scratching his flesh on accident because god, you wanted your mouth on him just as much as he wanted it. 

his eyes fluttered closed when he felt heat wrap around his tip as soon he sprung free, tongue rough and wet, gliding over his throbbing cock with ease, avoiding the piercing easily, until he was like butter under your fingers, begging, pleading, stuttering nonsense.

“plea—h-hease, ng—h,” head thrown back, neck glistening with sweat, fingers jittering as they struggled to fist your hair, his voice carrying need and embarrassment, “m—want t’feel your mmm—mouth all over.”

you allowed a breathy laugh to escape you, letting the air fan over the piece of metal pierced through the dark red, glistening tip before you carefully bit into the metal and tugged roughly.

a high-pitched, long drawn-out whine escaped him, hips thrusting up reflexively, out of his control, fingers letting go of your hair to touch the edge of the bed. the sheets curled underneath his fingers, and his mouth opened, a little line of drool trickling down his chin as he panted into the air — he was an absolute mess. the prettiest.

“oh, you like it, eh, baby?” letting a grin fool him, enveloping his dick in your mouth once again, letting him sink into wet heat, the ring rubbing against warm flesh. your tongue slid over his skin, swallowing around his length, heavy in your mouth; you wanted to drive him crazy and oh, how he had gone mad.

his arms were straining clutching the sheets, thorax heaving up and falling down hysterically, hips jerking around aimlessly, only wanting something to make him cum — it didn’t even need to be somebody. he could have rubbed his dick against the cushion and he would have gotten off in a second. 

but feeling the teeth softly graze his shaft, tongue swirling around the metal, hooking in the ring to pull—

tadashi’s face was locked into an art work, teeth biting his lower lip red and swollen, eyes squeezed shut, freckles adorning his face in the same way hickeys decorated his throat and he started twitching, shooting thick ropes of white into your mouth. the sounds coming out of his mouth were pathetic and pornographic, short and high, pants falling from his lips freely. he was so vocal, dissolving in front of you into a whimpering mess.

so much so that you couldn’t help drawing out more from his sensitive tip, the pain and pleasure intertwining in his loin at the tug on the ring, the irritated skin around it glaring an angry red; each touch eliciting a shudder, tears like pearls on his lashes, “p—plea—nhghn. i can’t, i ca—” a hiccup interrupting him, “— han…t.”

more and more, wanting to paint his dick purple, leaving galaxies all over the glistening skin, you took and took from him, leaving him with heaving sobs and drool, pink cheeked, blubbering nothings, quivering in your mouth, again and again until yamaguchi tadashi had no other choice but to come undone at your will.

having crashed backwards onto the bed, tadashi was too spent to lift his hips to meet you halfway, but you didn’t mind, thighs slick with his cum and your own, muscles burning as you heaved up and sank down again, mindlessly chasing another high, the ring dragging deliciously slow against you, little moans aimlessly leaving your mouth.

he was watching you with lidded eyes through his lashes, fingers grasping your legs weakly, abdomen spasming at the overstimulation as his cock twitched inside of you, like it was all a reflex, like he couldn’t help but react anyway. like his staring at you was a front only, not a single thought behind that cute forehead, just seeing and reacting.

your skin met his in sharp slaps clumsily, messily; wetness sounding out, sticky, and through tadashi’s open mouth came quiet noises, “h—ah, hhngh, a—aah”, like he didn’t have control over his vocal cords either, no control over the hyperventilation forcing his chest to breathe too fast; the blush on his face deepening because despite everything, his nerves were burning, his dick still so painfully hard and leaking constantly, his tip on fire, wounded, and his hips jerking at the sloppy kiss you shared with him.

“nh, ‘dashi,” your throat raw from how deep you had taken him earlier, tongue licking up his spit, his jaw, adding another bruise to your canvas, “i— hh, ‘m gonna cum.”

his freckles were going under in the pink, and his pruney fingers lifted weakly, like a command, to graze the little nub hidden, to add another layer of featherlight touch to help you, and it didn’t take long. the strain of your muscles enhanced the swapping feeling in your stomach, rising to fog your brain, to force an onslaught of sensation over you as you tipped your head back, voice cutting out into nothing when another orgasm came crashing over you.

legs having given out, you sat on his dick with his finger still caressing you, still giving you something to squirm about, until your voice resembled the whines he had given you earlier, and you allowed yourself to slump over him, to trap his hand between your bodies, limiting his movement.

“i can’t,” you murmured into his lips, and the way he kissed you back was tired and sluggish, barely responding, only “mhmm-hm” leaving his mouth.

your lips met his again, soft, sweet, kissing his mouth, their corners, his cheeks, his cheekbones, his nose, his freckles, and your voice was just as airy as your pecks, “cute ‘dashi, you’re so cute all fucked out like this.”

“s—stop,” he blushed harder than he should have, and the red looked delicious underneath the blue and purple on his throat and neck.

“we should —,” you couldn’t stop kissing him, couldn’t stop your hands from brushing his hair away from his face to see the sincere look in his eyes, couldn’t stop from sending a similar one back, his body warm and sticky underneath yours. he pulled his hand out from between you both, fingers slinging around your back to flush you close even though not a lick of air could even fit between your skin, “— clean up, baby.”

“you’re so pretty. so unbelievably pretty,” he only responded instead, voice shy and soft, and hid his face in your neck, “i’ll clean in a second, just stay like this. please.”

“cute ‘dashi.”

his protesting whine was muffled against your skin, his hips squirming when you shuffled around, body jerking as he hugged you a bit harder, embarrassment strong in his voice, “please stop moving, pretty, i can’t — “

you complied for a few seconds before moving, testing, a giggle ready burst out. a strangled, pretty whine, “ah—hhan—gh. please—”

[wonyoiz]

Pa-umaga; Jungwon filo smut au 🔞

2.2k words

taglish, cuss words, teasing, laplapan, kantutan, car fun BASTA BASTOS BAWAL SA BATA

You would be lying if you said his last message didn’t make you need him more. Lagi kayong nag ba-bar to unwind before or after a good fuck. Madalas niyong ginagawa ito, for thrill they say. The night would either end well or end with a mukhang-hindi-mabasa written on your face dahil sa selos. Jungwon often wears his black eyeglasses outside which makes him look nerd, pulling girls left and right, and he knows damn well you don’t like the idea of it. Sinasadya niyang pag-selosin ka dahil tinitigasan siya whenever you act possessive. Girls usually think of him as someone who is pure as milk, nerd, and innocent that makes them want to use him. Little did they know that the innocent guy they know is the same guy who’s begging you, dominating you, and of course, fucking you.

He becomes a completely different person the moment he’s alone with you or even just when he catches sight of you. Ganiyan kalala tama niya sa’yo na baka kahit isang haplos lang ng kamay mo sa hita ni Jungwon ay tigasan na siya and you’d always end up getting fucked.

You eventually made your way back to your table, and Jungwon soon followed. The moment his hand rested on your waist, accompanied by a subtle squeeze, it was as if a jolt of electricity coursed through you, leaving you visibly stunned. You’re aware sa kung ano ginagawa niya dahil alam niya rin kung gaano kayo nagtitimpi hawakan ang isa’t isa. Inusog ka niya sa harapan niya at biglang idiniin ang katawan sayo, tangina damang dama mo yung tumutusok sa pwetan mo and it’s hard as fuck. Parang kinikiliti ka sa leeg mo dahil sa hangin na lumabas sa pag-tawa ni Jungwon. He leaned in close to your neck and whispered, “Dama mo?”

Tumawa na naman siya bago idiin lalo, slowly thrusting his clothed dick behind you. “Tigas ‘di ba? Kasalanan mo ‘yan.”At dahil puta ka, you can’t help but let out a soft moan. Umupo agad siya na parang wala lang nangyari. Kitang kita na naman sa mukha mo yung inis dahil sa pambibitin ni Jungwon

As Jungwon sat down, a smirk played on his lips, fully aware of the frustration he was causing you. He casually took a sip from his drink, eyes never leaving yours, as if daring you to make the next move. The heat between you was palpable, and every nerve in your body was on edge, craving his touch and the release he so expertly withheld.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, you leaned over the table, your voice low and dripping with desire. "Quit teasing. Alam mo naman kung ano gusto kong mangyari.”He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence, but the glint in his eyes told you he was far from done playing. "Oh? And what exactly do you want, baby?" he asked, his tone laced with mockery

"Don't play dumb," you shot back, frustration evident in your voice. "You know damn well what I want." He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine.

"Maybe I do," he said, leaning in closer until his lips were just inches from yours. "But where's the fun in giving in so easily?"

You clenched your fists, trying to control the overwhelming urge to drag him out of the bar and into the nearest dark corner. But before you could respond, he stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.

"Tara na." he said, his voice suddenly serious, leaving no room for argument.

Jungwon's grip on your wrist tightened as he led you swiftly out of the alley and toward his car. Jungwon's grip on your wrist tightened as he led you swiftly out of the alley and toward his car.

The moment the door closed, he was on you. His hands found your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he settled into the driver’s seat. The interior was dim, shadows playing across his face, highlighting the dark, hungry look in his eyes. You could barely catch your breath before his lips crashed into yours, the kiss aggressive and desperate. His hands roamed your body with purpose, gripping your hips, meeting each other's thrusts in perfect sync. Ramdam na ramdam mo yung hulma ng tite ni Jungwon kahit naka pantalon siya.

“Ah.. Kanina mo pa ako binabaliw, tangina.” Jungwon moaned between kisses, his voice rough with need. His hands slid up your thighs, fingertips brushing close between your legs.

“Putangina?” He finally noticed. “Ito ba dahilan?” Walang sabing hinawakan ni Jungwon ang puke mo, slowly rubbing your clit.

“Do you wear skirts to flaunt how much of a slut you are? Kailan mo pa tinanggal panty mo?” Hindi ka na halos makasagot because of the pleasure he’s giving you. Ungol lang ang tanging sagot mo sa tanong niya kaya’t binilisan niya pa lalo ang paghimas sa puke mo at saka pinasok ang dalawang daliri, making you grip on his shoulders tightly.

“Ah.. kanina.. sa cr— Fuck you..” apat na daliri na ang pinasok niya matapos mong sumagot. You can feel every inch of his fingers—neither too large nor too small, but perfectly sized to fit inside you. The sensation is intense, as the fingers press and curl against your sensitive walls, hitting just the right spots. Each movement and touch is precise, creating waves of pleasure that seem perfectly tailored to your body’s needs.

Ang isang kamay niya naman ay pumunta sa baba mo sabay sabi ng “Tongue, baby.” Agad mo rin naman siyang sinunod na para bang you’re made to obey whatever he says. Nilabas mo ang dila mo bago ka niya sunggaban ng halik. Dila sa dila.. he swirled his tongue inside your mouth. Alam na alam niya kung ano ang gagawin, kabisado niya na rin ang bawat parte ng katawan mo and it never failed to impress you. Marami ka nang nakahalikan pero iba si Jungwon. He’s just too good for you.

You moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by the intensity of his kiss as your hips instinctively rocked against him, seeking friction. But just as the tension reached its peak, Jungwon pulled back with a smirk on his lips.

“Sa tingin mo laplap lang ibibigay ko sa’yo?” he murmured, voice dripping with dark amusement as he gripped your hips firmly, stopping your movements. You whined in protest, trying to grind against him, but his hold was unyielding.

“Please, Jungwon…” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with desperation.

“Can’t hear you, baby.” he teased, raising an eyebrow as he stared into your eyes, savoring every second of your submission.

Napakagat ka sa labi mo dahil alam mong nang-aasar na naman yung isa, the taste of the alcohol he drank still lingers on your tongue. “Please, just fuck me already.”

Jungwon's eyes darkened, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest as he leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “Marunong ka naman pala mag-salita,” he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

In one swift motion, he tugged down the fabric of your skirt, revealing just enough of what he wanted. His fingers swiftly and skillfully reached your pussy, tracing delicate circles, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Fuck, basang-basa…” he muttered, his voice filled with satisfaction as he continued his torturous teasing, his fingers never giving you the full relief you craved. “All because of a little teasing in the bar?”

Tanging pag-tango lang ang nasagot mo sa kanya, barely able to form words as his fingers worked their magic. But just when you thought he might finally give you what you wanted, he stopped, pulling his hand away completely. You were about to speak, but the look in his eyes silenced you.

Without warning, Jungwon unbuttoned his jeans, releasing his hardened length, the sight of it making your mouth water. He didn’t waste any time; he gripped your hips and positioned you above him, the head of his cock brushing against your entrance.

“Let’s quit with the teasing. Kantutin na kita, please..”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, moaning loudly as he stretched you, filling you up completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had your head spinning. Tangina, ang laki niya.

Jungwon let out a guttural groan as he bottomed out inside you, his hands still gripping your hips, guiding your movements. “Mhmm- Fuck, ang sarap mo,” he hissed through gritted teeth as he began to thrust up into you, setting a brutal pace that had you seeing stars.

Napapaliyad ka na sa bawat hagod ng tite niya sa loob ng puke mo habang si Jungwon naman ay napapakagat na ng labi as he throws his head back because of how tight you are kahit ilang beses ka na niyang napasukan.

You couldn’t hold back your cries of pleasure as he fucked you hard, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. The car was filled with the sounds of your desperate moans and the slick, wet noises of your bodies colliding. His hand found its way to your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to make you feel even more powerless under his control.

“Nakikita mo ba sarili mo?” Jungwon asked, his grip on your neck tightening as he pounded into you relentlessly. “Halos kilala ka na nga sa uni bilang santo pero here you are.. so fucking desperate for my cock.” Hindi ka na naman makasagot dahil sa pagsunggab niya sa leeg mo, leaving marks for people to see.

“Only I get to fuck you like this, naiintindihan mo ba?” he asked, waiting for your answer.

“Yes,” you gasped, barely able to breathe as the pressure of his hand and the intensity of his thrusts pushed you closer and closer to your climax “Ikaw lang.”

“Good,” his voice thick with lust as he drove into you harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to.”

And he didn’t. He kept you on the edge for what felt like an eternity, pulling you back from the brink of release only to push you closer again, until you were nothing but a mess in his arms.

Jungwon looks so hot under you.. na kahit sa simpleng pagtulo ng pawis niya eh nalilibugan ka. You’re riding him pero he doesn’t let you do all the work and that’s what you like about him compared sa mga dating naka fubu mo, mga makasarili amputa sariling libog lang iniisip. You two have been fucking for almost four months already and you would be lying kapag sinabi mong hindi mo siya gusto romantically. Typical lore na nahuhulog sa ka-fubu. Lala ng attachment issues mo par. Paano ba naman kasi, after care niyang ipag-luto at alagaan ka kaya sinong hindi mahuhulog sa ganiyan?

…

And fucking finally, when you couldn’t take it anymore, when every nerve in your body was screaming for release, Jungwon gripped your hips tightly and slammed you down onto him one last time, sending you crashing over the edge into oblivion. You screamed his name as the pleasure washed over you in waves, your body convulsing around him as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were completely spent.

With a final, deep thrust, nilabas ni Jungwon ang tite niya bago labasan nang tuluyan, nanginginig pa siya habang tumatalsik sa katawan mo ang tamod niya. He held you tightly against him, his breathing heavy and ragged in your ear.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you too lost in the aftermath of what had just happened. But eventually, Jungwon loosened his grip on you, his hands gently stroking your back as you caught your breath, He gently brushed the hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ears with a tender touch.

Jungwon gently pulled you off his lap, carefully adjusting you so you were seated beside him in the shotgun seat. His touch was now tender, a stark contrast to the rough, demanding energy of a moment ago. At dahil bare minimum enjoyer ka, kuhang-kuha ka na naman ni Jungwon.

He reached over to grab a small, clean towel from the glove compartment and handed it to you. "Here," he said softly, his voice warm and reassuring. "Clean up."

As you finished cleaning yourself up, he took the towel from you and tossed it aside, then pulled you into a gentle hug. Wala na, baliw ka na ata talaga sa kaniya. His arms were warm and comforting, wrapping around you protectively. "Ayos ka lang?" he asked, his tone sincere.

You nodded, leaning into his chest. "Of course."

He stroked your hair, his fingers running soothingly through the strands. "I'm sorry if I got too rough," he said, his voice filled with genuine regret. “Sarap mo kasi,” biro niya, kahit totoo naman.

Hinampas mo siya nang mahina sa braso pero gago kinilig ka lang dahil naramdaman mo ang biceps niya, lumalaki na talaga lalo ang katawan niya dahil sa pag g-gym. Even his chest were much bigger than last month.

“Tara na hatid na kita.”

You smiled, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind his offer. "Sure," you said, feeling a warm glow at the way he was taking care of you.

Jungwon nodded, starting the car with a smooth motion. He drove effortlessly, his left hand resting on the window while his right hand guided the wheel. Occasionally, he glanced at you with a warm smile.

[diazsdimples]

DOCTOR AU 😍

Obstetrician!Eddie and Pediatrician!Buck you will always by my favourites. This might be my favourite AU I've made other than Frostpunk possibly. They live in my hearts forever. It's kind of a Greys Anatomy AU, but specifically within my little niche of medicine that I'm familiar with. And who doesn't like two men falling in love over an open abdomen?? It's all I wish for me and Gary. Have a snip (which I don't think is new but it's cute nontheless)!

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to Milo,” Buck says with a soft smile, and propels Eddie towards one of the incubators. Milo, as it turns out, is not a nurse like Eddie was expecting, but a small, 5-day old baby that’s happily tucked up in his incubator, snoozing happily. He’s bigger than any of the other babies Eddie’s seen in the NICU, with nothing but a feeding tube in his nose, a sats probe attached to his foot and a temperature probe stuck to his chest with a little heart-shaped sticker. He’s got a tuft of silky brown hair, and his little fists rest up by his face as he sleeps. “He’s so cute,” Eddie marvels as Buck futzes around the incubator, pulling out two sterile gowns and handing one to Eddie to put on. “What’s he in for?” “Threw a blood sugar of 1.6 so he was whisked away for some emergency dextrose gel and had an NG tube fitted to see if we could regulate his sugars a bit better here than having to get his mom to feed him every 2-3 hours and constantly bringing him back for testing,” Buck explains as he opens the side of the incubator. He strokes a finger over Milo’s cheek, eyes scrunching up in an adorable smile as Milo stretches and wriggles, making the most adorable newborn grunts. Buck gently picks the baby up, guiding him out of the incubator carefully so as to not snag any of the wires on the corners, and he motions for Eddie to sit in the rocking chair. Eddie sinks into the soft leather and holds his arms out expectantly as Buck lowers the baby into his arms.

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[lizzy019]

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓇𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 "𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈" 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒜 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃!

Dom!Dallas Winston x Plus-size Fem!Reader x Sub!Johnny Cade

cw -> insecurities, polyamorous relationship, slight somnophilia, squ¡rt¡ng :))

Word Count -> 1.5K

Did you know in the late 50s and early 60s, being more weighty was actually the beauty standard because it showed wealth?

Happily sitting on Dally’s bed with a drink in hand, you hesitantly tap at the material of the beverage with intentless energy. You were simply bored hearing Dally rant to Johnny about Sylvia, and comforting Dally wasn’t an easy feat anyway.

Johnny was skilled at it, offering an ear for him and some occasional words of encouragement and enthusiasm, but it hurt a bit to see Johnny so optimistic for his friends but never himself.

You resonated with that realization.

Your drink was placed down by your own doing, and you offered Dallas a cigarette while lighting your own. Gladly, he took it and lit it, breathing it in a sighing.

“I put in all that time for her, man. I gave her everything, just for her to bang another asshole who probably doesn’t have any more manners than I do,” He complained, looking at Johnny with a smile.

“You don’t gotta worry about that though, man. You’ll pick up a girl, most like ‘em sweet anyways.”

Johnny’s expression grew soft with glee, eyes wide in surprise as he nodded with vigor. He was excited for that, who wouldn’t be?

Seeing him all happy made you smile too, and a gentle hand came to rub his back out of kindness. Johnny’s head plopped itself to your shoulder, using it as a temporary pillow.

“Tired?” You asked softly, gently playing with his hair and resting your cheek against his head. A nod was your only reply.

“Johnny man, you’re hoggin’ her attention, you lil shit.” Dallas murmured, playfully heaving Johnny away to wrap his long arms around your body.

It was a tight, energetic hug, one that had a small pink hue flutter onto your cheeks and nose. Hugs were nice, especially when you received them from the people closest to you.

“Gotten squishy? Sweetheart, you’re so warm.” Dally murmured with a smirk, gently pulling away to squeeze the soft fat of your tummy. It always made you a bit self conscious, but Dally and Johnny were always the most supportive and loving of it.. in their own ways.

Johnny often kissed the fat on your tummy, squeezed your thick thighs and enjoyed having your weight on his lap, or the other way around. Dallas liked slapping your ass, groping your tits and pinching your muffin tops. He just liked that everything was more full on your body.

So while Johnny was cuddled at your hip, breathing in your sweet smell and kissing your neck thoughtfully whenever he got the chance, and Dallas was squeezing your breasts and holding you both near, you decided that it’d be a wonderful time to take a nap.

So while your eyes fluttered shut and everything dulled to a dark serenity of sleep, you found yourself briefly lamenting falling asleep and not being able to see your two lovelies all happy and cozy.

But a small kiss from Dally to your forehead pushed those worrisome thoughts away, and with happy intent, you drifted off to the serene solace of sleep.

Waking up to whimpers and pushes of your body, you opened your eyes to see Dally and Johnny bare in front of you on their knees, chatting hurriedly as Dally fisted his erect cock.

“Johnny man, you’re worryin’ too much. You know she won’t mind, so what’s a’matter?” Dally groaned in complaint, watching Johnny try to cover his obvious erection pushing the inside of his jeans.

“Dal, it just don’t feel right. I love her, I don’t wanna break her trust. What if she ain’t comfortable with this kinda stuff? What if she wakes up? I dunno, Dal, I don’t wanna do it.” Johnny mumbled, his hands carefully rubbing your hip as you acted asleep.

You could feel your heart swell when Johnny spoke so firmly about what he thought would do you best, and you swore that it had your clit twitching so happily, you would’ve moaned out if you weren’t so adamant on having them not wake you.

“Man, you’re such a pussy. Move, I’ll do it myself.” Dally grumbled, moving a finger to your core and gestured for Johnny to spread your legs.

His lovely boney hands grasped at your thick thighs, opening them for Dally’s entry. All while Dallas looked at your pussy suspiciously and sighed.

“Doll, we know you’re awake now. Stop fakin’, just open your eyes.” Dally groaned, slapping your ass lightly and smirking.

At those words, you chuckled lightly and opened your eyes without reticence or hesitance, smiling widely at the two of them. It was weird seeing Johnny beside you with his hands firmly holding your thighs and Dally hovering over you, a smirk on his face and an erect cock in his hand.

“G’mornin’ sweetheart. You’re gonna take my cock in this pretty pussy, yeah?” Dally murmured, smiling.

Your smile faded a little, your hand pulling the shirt on your torso down to hide your apron belly. This wasn’t expected! Johnny was in the right for that, you didn’t want it.

Johnny noticed instantly, and scooped your heavy body onto his with care. This had you smiling wide, and your hands gently held his knees.

“It won’t be that bad, sugar. I’ve got you, don’t I? Come on, we’ll do the hard part together. Lift your arms.” Johnny hummed softly, easing your worry slightly.

So with reluctance, your hands went up and Johnny’s hands gently pulled your shirt off of your body. Mortification swam through your whole soul, and Johnny was instantly satisfied with the sight of your chubby stomach all rolled up so cutely.

“That’s my pretty baby. Look atchu, so gorgeous and soft.” Johnny hummed, hugging you tight from behind as he unclipped your bra for Dally’s greedy sight.

“Cute love handles and stomach rolls, huh Dal?”

You smiled at Johnny’s praise, but Dally wasn’t adamant on doing the same. He spread your pussy lips apart and rammed his length into your core, causing a yelped moan to escape you.

“Oh, Dally! Fuck!” You cried out, your hands seizing Johnny’s knees tightly as your legs shivered in surrender.

Johnny couldn’t deny that the scene in front of him was getting to his innocent mind, but something about it was erotic. Maybe it was how loud you moaned, maybe it was how aggressive Dally was being with you, or the way your puffed out stomach jiggled whenever his hips hit yours.

Whatever it was, it had his cock fully erect in his pants, and he lightly grinded it against your rear to relieve some of the pressure from the confines of his jeans. Unfortunately, it didn’t work all that well.

“Johnny, take it out! I wanna be double penetrated, please!” You whined out, tears in your eyes from the ecstasy Dally was handing to you.

Johnny froze at your sudden request, giving you a skeptical look and thinking thoughtfully on an answer for you. While he didn’t wish to do it out of safety reasons, he wanted to see if you could handle it and how loudly you’d scream for them.

So with some hesitance, Johnny unzipped his jeans and shifted his boxer briefs down a bit to let his cock spring free and present itself to you.

With some hesitation and worry, Johnny adjusted you properly before he gently speared his cock into your walls, Dally giving a whimper at the sudden pressure before it was a combination of movements.

Dallas was mindlessly squeezing your breasts, while Johnny was working your clit. The overstimulation was making an orgasm bubble deep within your stomach, the cord of pure passion was beginning to tighten almost painfully.

Soon enough, the cord in your stomach snapped and shot out arousal fluid to Dally’s lower stomach. This had him pause entirely, causing Johnny to stop as well.

“Sweetheart, you just made a mess on me. You felt that good? Ay Johnny, man, we gotta do this more often if she reacts like this.” Dally smirked, wiping your cum from his torso before continuing his thrusts again.

Johnny nodded, moaning alongside you as he creeped up the staircase to cloud nine. Dally could feel it, the way Johnny slowed down his pace because it started feeling “too good.”

“No, you keep poundin’ her. Break this little pussy, yeah? Make her moan for us.” Dally commanded, thrusting into you a few more times before he toppled over the edge of pure congenial ecstasy.

The thrusts of Dallas rubbing against Johnny had the brown boy spurting out his seed too, moaning and whimpering until they both finally pulled out, only for a puddle of all three of yours’ cum dripping out onto the mattress below.

You were mindlessly twitching and teary-eyeing the two, eventually becoming faint from the overstimulation and pain in your uterus from the double penetration.

Luckily, they were both there, rubbing your thighs and stomach as you fell to a calm sleep.

[shuaboo]

jealous sex with filo!haobin 💋

a/n: this was a request, thank you sm anon! i’m sorry this took so long. i had terrible writers block writing this, hence why it’s not the best! but nevertheless, i hope you enjoy. sorry for the rushed ending, going all the way would make it too long and i have 0 ideas:(

jealousy isn’t an uncommon feeling being with hanbin and hao. people always seem to assume that you’re all just a close group of friends.

that’s exactly what happened today. a guy approached the table during your dinner date, and asked for your number. obviously, you immediately turned down his offer but that didn’t stop your boyfriends from being jealous.

as you got home, they immediately have their hands and lips all over your body. your neck, collarbone, shoulders, tits, ass, everywhere. you’re sandwiched between your two jealous boyfriends, and there’s no other place you’d want to be in.

“should we leave our marks on her? para alam ng mga tao na sa atin lang siya? hm?” should we leave our marks on her? so people know she’s ours? hm?. says hao, who is now leading you to your shared bedroom. “maybe. that way wala nang lalapit na lalaki sa baby natin, isn’t that right?” maybe. that way guys won’t approach our baby anymore, isn’t that right? hanbin replies, now setting you down on the bed.

hao helps you out of your clothes, leaving you bare beneath him and hanbin. “fuck, ang ganda mo, mahal. i can’t blame that guy from earlier for trying to ask you out, sobrang sarap mo tignan.” fuck, you’re so pretty, love. i can’t blame that guy from earlier for trying to ask you out, you’re eye-candy. he says as he stares at you, before attacking your upper body with kisses. he nips and sucks at your neck, leaving dark marks before moving down to your chest and tummy area.

hanbin on the other hand, has his eyes set on your center. he spreads your legs, revealing your wet, glistening pussy to him. “basang basa ka, i can’t wait to taste you.” you’re so wet, i can’t wait to taste you. finally, he goes down on you. he starts by kissing and lightly sucking your clit to stimulate pleasure, before licking a stripe up your slit. “we’re gonna make you cum so many times, you’ll go dumb and only remember us.” he skillfully uses his tongue, entering your hole. he knows how to make you feel good. using both his mouth and hands, he eats you out like you’re his last meal. “f-fuck! hanbin, i’m gonna cum—“ he smirks against your pussy, rubbing your clit harder and abusing your hole with his tongue faster. as you cum, he doesn’t stop. “w-wait! hanbin, tigil stop! sensitive pa ako! i’m still sensitive”

your words go unheard and hao decides to join you once again, stroking his cock in his hand. “shh, pretty. we told you, right? we’re going to fuck you and make you cum until its only our names that you scream and think of. now open up for me.” he slaps his tip on your lip, waiting for you to open up for him. as you open, he slowly pushes his cock in your mouth. he groans at the vibrations your muffled moans bring to his cock, as hanbin continues to lick up and make out with your pussy. “fuck.. i’ll go slow muna. then after, i’ll fuck this pretty throat of yours.”

you look up at him, eyes brimming with tears. he chuckles. “hah, you look like such a slut. hanbin is tongue deep in your pussy while you lay there and take my cock in your mouth.” he grabs a fistful of your hair, making you take more of him. hanbin pulls off your pussy for a second to speak. “but s’okay, because you’re our slut. our pretty doll molded for us to touch, love, and fuck. isn’t that right, hao?” hao smirks, speaking in between his own moans. “f-fuuuck, you- you’re taking my cock so well- of- of course, she’s our pretty girl. prettiest out there— even other dudes want her, but they never will, because she’s all ours. r-right angel?”

you pull of his cock, voice raspy. “y-yes! ‘m all yours… only want you two…” hanbin smiles against your clit, kissing it. and hao pulls your mouth back on his cock. “that’s right. this greedy little slut is only for us to claim.”

to summarize, the pleasure of being claimed by both of your boyfriends is… a lot. they’ll make sure you remember who you truly belong to, with no fail. but that’s fine. because sex is always better when they’re feelin’ particularly possessive and mean <3.

[pluralquotebook]

Our music: *Discord by the living tombstone*

William Afton upon hearing our music : "ohhhhHHHB YEAH I LOVE THIS ONE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥" *starts hitting multiple fortnite dances*

The Frontman: *in front* "hu-?"

Phillip Whittebane: *runs up to william and immediately falls to his knees, sounding like he is ACTUALLY being murdered*

"NOOOOOOOO WILL, WILL STOP NO, NOOOO W-WILL, WILL YOU CANT WILL WILL NOOOOOOOO *slams his fist on the ground* THIS IS. THIS IS C R I NG E "

William : *continues*

Phillip : "AHHHHHHHBNB AHHHHHHH AH AH AH OOOOaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AYHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

The Frontman : *trying not to laugh out loud on a bus* "What the fuck???"

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(this int between 3 old evil men has been stuck in my head for days this happened like... Last friday it is now thursday)

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[juuuulez]

i sound rlly weird asking but can u make a part two of the jerk!ng off head cannons for carl 😇😇

literally of course my man ALWAYS deserves to feel good

this is short and sweet, also strayed away from headcanons and did a little bit of a fic….actually loved writing this

NSFW under the cut, all characters depicted are 18+, MDNI.

It was a hot summers day in Alexandria, resulting in a group of teenagers making their way down to a nearby lake, intending on cooling off and having some fun.

Usually, Carl considered himself more… mature than his peers. There was a war actively brewing, and that’s not to mention walkers, so he didn’t see the value in such a meaningless activity.

Yet, you’d convinced him to come.

“Please, Carl. It’ll be fun!” You’d pleaded, “What else were you gonna do all day? Read comics?”

At the time, he’d protested, made some excuse that he was helping his father. But he wasn’t, and you were right.

So here he was, sitting on one of the large rocks lining the lake, flannel still cast over his shoulders.

The few other teens, yourself included, were enjoying the cool reprieve from the heat. Splashing around, throwing handfuls of sand at each other.

Carl was trying his hardest not to look at you.

Now, he’d never actually seen.. so much of a woman before. Sans those lewd comics, but this was different.

Your bikini was tiny, spaghetti straps wrapping over your shoulders, little triangle cups covering a portion of your breasts. Though the bottoms didn’t match, they were equally small, riding up your ass cheeks and showing a sliver of your inner thighs.

“Carl! Come in!” You’re suddenly calling out to him, which immediately draws his gaze. There’s no avoiding it as you tread closer, propping your elbows up onto the rock that he’s sitting on.

It only squeezes your breasts together, presented nicely in the frame of your arms. Sitting there, waiting.

He forces himself to maintain eye contact, not wanting you to pick up on his obvious disarray. The flush of his cheeks, or the way he squirms a little under the attention. “No, I’m alright.” He excuses.

But you won’t accept this, your grin widening as you hoist yourself onto the rock, coming to sit next to him. “C’mon, you’ve gotta chill out a bit, sometime. Taking a quick dip in the lake isn’t gonna hurt anyone.”

As you speak, your wet skin brushes against his flannel, the contact only worsening the flood of emotions that Carl is experiencing. It’s too much, too quickly, the presence of a pretty, dripping wet, girl is too much to handle.

The sun shines down through the trees, reflecting off your water-coated skin and hair, making it shine. Little droplets slip down your curves, and his eyes fall to one in particular, travelling down the open valley of your breasts.

“I’m going to check the perimeter.” Carl quickly says, swiftly standing up and turning away from you, not wanting to spare another glance at your body. It’s too tempting. That, and a shameful blush makes it’s way to his cheeks, his own body reacting to the contact in a way he’d rather you not realise.

He trudges past the treeline, out into the expanse of forest that circles the lake. It’s not too far off from Alexandria, in fact, he can just see the walls from this distance.

Carl wants to stay, he really does. Anything to put that smile on your face, where you’d say his name in that happy tone, completely enamoured by the smallest thing.

But he’s got a problem to deal with.

He leans against a tree, the thin flannel acting as a barrier between his back and the bark. There’s an obvious tent in his swimmers, poorly hidden due to the loose material.

“Fuck..” Carl curses under his breath, a little annoyed that he even has to do this. It doesn’t feel leisurely, but a chore, an irritating burden that needs to be solved before he can go have fun with everybody else.

So he takes another look around, making sure the area is clear before snaking his hand underneath the waistband, letting his fist wrap around his half-hard cock. A few strokes brings it to its full length, already hot and throbbing, where he can pull it free.

This isn’t the time to draw it out, so Carl clamps one hand over his mouth, the other working feverently to jerk himself off, as quickly as possible.

Yet, he can’t help but fall into a pleasurable rhythm, eye falling closed as he savours the feeling. His mind wanders, curious as to what you’d think of him now, doing something so lewd with no privacy.

It causes embarrassment to well in his gut, but it only fuels his desire, squeezing his hand a little tighter around his length, thumb collecting the precum from the tip only to spread it back down.

Each time his mind lingers too long on you, in that tiny bikini, he can practically feel it oozing out of him. Desperation floods his veins, now more focused on cumming, a reality that isn’t far away now that his brain is filled with images of you, on your knees before him.

What would your mouth feel like? Your hands? Would you take it slow, drag it out, or were you more of a quickie person?

Eventually Carl’s mind lands on you with your mouth open, plump lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. He similarly stimulates the swollen head, groaning into the back of his hand as he finally shoots his load onto the forest floor.

The pleasure begins to subside, ebb away, but the embarrassment stays. Though he takes a moment to compose himself, try and regain his footing, when Carl finally comes back to the lake, it’s quite obvious the boy is in some state.

There’s tree bark in his hair.

You smile, finally coaxing Carl into the water. He still doesn’t look at you, all embarrassed and flushed. This time, you make a point to lean as close as possible, to stroke your hand up his arm, let your thighs touch under the water.

How long will he last this time?