#fr0ttage

[truly-morgan]

[Mob and Reigen on a vacation to relax and be alone (18+)]

MobRei | Mob Psycho 100 23-05-2023

[#mobrei, frottage 2539]

They hadn't really been able to spend a lot of time together in the past two weeks. Reigen had been really occupied with client after client coming to them (most with legitimate spirits to take care of).

meanwhile Mob had been somewhat forced to do overtime due to some problems arising at work.

Once home they were both too tired to really do anything, eating, talking a bit then going to bed, only to wake up early for work the next day.

This is why they had decided to take the weekend off of anything and go away to an onsen inn so they could just relax and enjoy some local things.

They just wanted to be away from everyone and everything that could ever cause them problems, phones turned off.

They had arrived late on Friday, deciding to just go for a good bath. It sure helped them relax some more, talking quietly together about what they could order for dinner, and catching up about things they hadn't had the time or energy to talk about.

Mob quite enjoyed listening to all the stories his shisho was telling him about all the jobs he was missing out on, be it actually related to spirits or not. He quite enjoyed the none-spirit related ones though, it was always entertaining to hear his lover talk about what was the problem and how he still managed to work it like some spirit-related work. It kept going over dinner too, Reigen talking nearly for the both of them, not that it was that out of the ordinary (although Mob had gotten better over the years about that).

"Why don't I give you a massage?" Reigen asked with a smirk, having finished eating a while ago and drinking some non-alcoholic sake (neither felt like dealing with a drunk Reigen). "You've been stressed likely and I am sure I can make you feel even better".

The idea sounded pleasing enough to Mob. More so he could have Reigen's hand all over him than because he felt like he needed a massage. It had actually been a while since Reigen had given him on, now that he thought about it.

So he followed Reigen's instructions, taking of the yukata he was wearing.

it wasn't too long before he could feel Reigen straddling him, warming up the massaging oil with his hand (he had clearly planned to do that). Mob was putty within minutes as Reigen worked on him, talking more quietly than before and more about how he had missed Mob after not being able to do much together over the past two weeks.

A small smile stretched Mob's lips when he felt him slowly roll his hips against his ass, feeling how worked up the older man was getting. He had obviously missed him in more than one way.

Although Mob wasn't that much better, feeling himself react to his talking and touch.

"Will you massage my front too?" Mob asked, looking a bit over his shoulder. The idea sure seemed to please the man, seeing how he grinned at him.

So he turned to lay on his back instead, Reigen straddling him right over his pelvis, hard on pressing against his. He watched as Reigen bit his lips not to make any sound at that, instead starting to also massage his front too.

The man sure knew every sensitive spot on his body, taking care of that knowledge, even teasing his nipple a little bit, always enjoying how Mob was not used to it (since he was usually the one doing it to his shisho).

couple with the way he was still rolling his hips against him expertly, it had brought Mob to full hardness.

Soon the massage part of this kinda got lost as Mob's strong hand grabbed onto Reigen's hips, moving his own in rhythm with his lover.

Reigen tried to keep quieter by kissing move, desperately moving against him and seeking more pleasure, dick twitching at any sound he could properly pull out of Mob who wasn't the most vocal one of the two.

The more they went on, the more erratic they moved, grinding against each other more strongly as they could feel their orgasm building up.

Even as  Reigen moaned out against his lips as he came Mob didn't stop, not even when he started coming too, forcing himself to still trust his hips a little bit, making it all last longer.

He easily Caught his lover when he fell onto him, melting into his embrace as he kissed him lazily, slowly coming down from coming.

"I had missed doing that with you" the man commented with a quiet laugh, sounding sleepy.

This made Mob chuckle softly, kissing the top of his head. "We can do as much as you want later on if you want" he assured him, holding him closely.

"I'd like that," Reigen hummed as he closed his eyes, "As long as it's with you, I'll wanna do anything" he then added.

Reigen was out soon after, Mob smiling softly at the peaceful expression he had. He could tell his boyfriend had been very busy, more than he had been even, and that he had forced himself through his tiredness.

He carefully moved the older man around, helping him change into something cleaner after washing away the mess they had made, doing the same for himself right after.

He then carried him back to bed, pulling him softly in his arms once again, kissing the top of his head as he whispered words of love, going to sleep soon after.

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[thesakuragarnet]

Rays of Lust

Summary: Sunlight filters in through the curtains of Hawks’ apartment, casting thin rays over the tangled bedsheets and highlighting the two bodies intertwined in the bed. OR Hawks and Dabi have sleepy, uncoordinated, emotional morning s3x.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Non-Spicy Tags: DabiHawks, heavy smut, swearing, making out, Dabi cries blood, sleepy cuddles

Word Count: 1,645 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: sub b0ttom Dabi, t0p d0m Hawks, morning s3x, aftercare, sleepy s3x, foreplay, a n a l sex, fr0ttage, multiple s3x positions

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Sunlight filters in through the curtains of Hawks’ apartment, casting thin rays over the tangled bedsheets and highlighting the two bodies intertwined in the bed. It’s a cold October morning, and a chill runs down Hawks’ spine, the light shining on his eyelids and forcing him to stir. He blinks through his blurred, sleepy vision to see Dabi passed out, chin almost pressing into the top of his head with one arm lazily draped over his wing. Keigo’s face is pressed up right against Dabi’s neck, and he instinctively starts softly sinking his teeth into the scarred flesh. He could never get enough of kissing Dabi…the way he felt…the way he tasted…Hawks was obsessed . The pressure wakes Dabi up with a breathy groan, pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach at the feeling of his lover’s tongue on his skin. 

“G’morning,” Dabi sleepily grunts, practically melting at the sensation and leaning into his lover’s embrace as Hawks pulls him closer, running a hand slowly down his back. Dabi shivers, back slightly arching into the Pro’s touch. 

“Mmmmorning,” Hawks huffs in return, peppering the healthy flesh on his chest in hickeys. Dabi borderline whines before haphazardly moving his fingers through Hawks’ feathers. The Pro Hero moans at the sensation, his voice low and gravelly in his throat as arousal builds between his legs. His brain is a tangled mess of groggy thoughts, but steadily, the need for Dabi starts pulsing through his veins. His dick brushes against Dabi’s, and the fire-user whines as his cock slowly hardens. They’re never this frisky in the morning, but Dabi’s clearly not opposed to it. 

“ Fuck ,” The word falls from Dabi’s lips in a raspy whisper, and Hawks catches on, lust glazing over his eyes as he starts rocking his hips, deliberately rubbing their cocks together. Dabi’s eyelids flutter, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He’s so fucking touch-starved, and suffocating, sloppy foreplay seems like heaven to start the day with. 

“I want you bad , baby,” Hawks slurs with a yawn, and Dabi mumbles his reciprocation, a smirk playing at his lips through labored breaths at the thought. He was gonna get way more than foreplay this morning.

Hawks grabs the underside of his thigh, pushing his legs up and apart, one of his hands cupping Dabi’s ass cheek. The villain gasps when he feels the lube sloppily rubbing against him, cold and slick and uncomfortable considering he’s half-asleep. Still, he is absolutely craving Hawks to the point where it’s borderline painful. His cock throbs against Hawks’ abs as he feels the Pro lining up his own cock with his entrance, beads of precum dripping from both of them. 

“Ohhh… fuck ,” Dabi moans, cheeks flushing red as he feels Hawks stretching him open. Hawks pants as he pushes in, eyes only half-open, tongue lolling as they quickly dissolve into a tangle of tongues and limbs. Hawks licks at the scars on Dabi’s neck, and Dabi’s hands find their way into the Pro’s blonde hair, holding the back of his head. Slowly, the hero rolls his hips, and wanton groans are practically punched out of Dabi as his eyelids flutter shut, completely giving in to his lover. Their breaths hang warm and hushed in the air as they cling to each other, partially for warmth and partially for passion. 

“Feels good ,” Hawks trills, pumping his hips as the slow, soft sounds of skin slapping skin echo through the bedroom. Dabi blinks, his hand coming up to cup Hawks’ chin and forcing their eyes to lock before he smashes his lips against the hero’s. Their tongues dance, Hawks’ delicately tracing over the stitching in Dabi’s. 

“I want you closer ,” Hawks rasps in a husky whisper, his speech slurring as his wing wraps around Dabi, feathers pressing into his back, and the villain practically sobs when his erection presses harder against his lover. A yawn turns into yet another voice-cracking moan from Dabi as Hawks ruts up into his guts, the tempo deep and deliberate and dazed. The rhythm is uncoordinated and desperate, after all, they’re both still half-asleep, but they’re overcome with an insatiable need for one another’s touch in the most primal way possible. 

“Mmmngh… Hawks …mmmngh,” Dabi whimpers between deep kisses as they frantically connect each other’s lips, mouthing at one another like starving animals. Dabi’s brain is numb from giving up control, focusing solely on Hawks’ touch. Part of him wonders if maybe this is just a sex dream that he’s having…until Hawks changes the angle…and he’s suddenly very aware that this is anything but a dream. It’s an overwhelming reality that sends stars across his vision and sparks beneath his skin; it makes his heart pound against his ribs and his lips move to only form his lover’s name over and over again until he’s drooling. Hawks digs his fingernails into Dabi’s thighs, blinking hard as if he’s trying to fully wake up; he groans when he hits Dabi’s prostate, feeling the villain's whole body twitch beneath him. He grinds slow and steady, completely lost in the pleasure and…what was that other emotion? Love or delusion…he can’t decide which. The wind blows through the open window, and Dabi shudders, suddenly very cold despite his fiery Quirk. Hawks notices the shift and makes a begrudging effort to change positions, keeping his cock inside Dabi as he lifts him up and pulls him into his lap, wings wrapping around his scarred back for support. They’re encased in a crimson cocoon, safe and warm and filled with the heat of ecstasy. Hawks’ hands firmly grip Dabi’s hips, and he bounces him up and down forcibly, making the villain’s eyes roll back into his head as he covers his mouth with shaking hands, trying to quiet his slutty moans. Still, the muffled noises kiss Hawks’ ears, making the Pro swallow a grin as he falls into a rhythm that has Dabi utterly addicted. 

“Fffffffuck meeee ~Ha- Hawks ~!” Dabi slurs, dragging his hands down his face before grasping at Hawks’ chest, trying to ground himself. The gesture has Hawks in a puddle of devotion as his heart drops, and his movements get sloppy. He keeps his eyes locked on Dabi, watching the crimson tears streak down his cheeks and the sweat bead on his brow. Whispered curses pour from the hero’s mouth with every thrust as they both coax closer to climax. 

“So pretty. So pretty, darling,” Hawks groans, calloused hands gently tracing up Dabi’s sides. “So good for me, Dabi,” He gasps, muscles tensing as he feels the high climbing. Suddenly, Dabi crumbles to pieces, back arching and fingernails digging into Hawks’ pecs as he comes without warning, painting his lover’s tanned chest white. When Dabi clenches around Hawks, something snaps. 

His wings flare back, and Dabi falls, head hitting the pillow as Hawks suddenly launches into a mating press, wildly fucking into Dabi who can’t help but scream for the hero. Hawks laps at Dabi’s tears, tongue dragging across his face as his voice pitches into a cry; he empties into his lover, hips stuttering and feathers stiffening before he pulls out and collapses on top of him. They’re both panting, struggling to catch their breath from the sudden sexual frenzy, and, slowly, the rising and falling of Dabi’s chest evens out. Hawks looks up to see the villain’s eyes closed, mouth hanging open in a gasp as his body completely relaxes. 

“Nuh-uh-uh,” Hawks clicks his tongue, huffing as he lightly taps on Dabi’s cheek. “No going back to sleep. I have a patrol shift at eight. Get your ass up.”

Dabi growls in annoyance, gritting his teeth and loathing the fact that the hero can’t make up some lame excuse to miss work today. He’d love nothing more than to just rest and relax in those strong crimson wings as his brain floats away into nothingness. 

“Just…hold me…for a little while,” Dabi mumbles sleepily, wrapping his arms around Hawks and pulling him flush against his chest, the both of them sticky and sweaty and only slightly more awake than when they started. Hawks rolls his eyes but nuzzles into the crook of Dabi’s neck, feathers brushing against the villain’s face. His alarm hasn’t gone off yet…he can wait a few more minutes before showering. Hawks takes a deep breath, relishing in the afterglow as he regains control of his senses. For a few moments, he was Keigo again. Walls down. Instincts rampant. Lost in his own urges. At the same time, Dabi feels like Touya for the first time in years, letting his overwhelming emotions completely consume him. He had to bite his own tongue to not call Hawks by his real name in his delirious state during their session. Dabi sighs, muscles sore and mind scrambled as his hands snake up between Hawks’ wings, tracing soft circles on his back. 

Hawks rubs his eyes, determined to not fall asleep in the scarred man’s embrace…but…it’s so comforting. The way Dabi treats him with such reverent grace is unlike anything he’s ever experienced. 

“Stay…don’t…go…,” Dabi yawns between deep inhales, wishing he could sleep in Keigo’s bed all day. The gears in Hawks’ brain start turning…maybe he could ask for the day off and pass it off as getting more intel. After all, it would mean spending all day in his penthouse with Dabi. 

“Mmm…I’ll call out if you get the fuck up and shower with me,” Hawks mutters, words muffling into Dabi’s neck. The villain cracks open an eye, mulling over the idea in his head. 

“Can we have shower sex?” Dabi whispers earnestly, his voice hoarse and wanting. Hawks’ ears perk up at the request, and a smug smirk curls at his lips.

“Of course we can have shower sex.”

[venusxblue]

Rating: E

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya/Zaraki Kenpachi

Tags: fighting as flirting, fr0ttage, blood and injury

Summary:

He doesn’t want to kill Byakuya, not really, and aside from the disastrous consequences of slaying a beloved captain, Kenpachi is far more concerned with what else he could get away with doing to him. Like kissing him.

I finished reading Bleach recently and I uh, really like these two.

[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 22: Reward🧡

+ @peterparkerbingo : Fr0ttage

I am sad 💕 that has nothing to do with the fic though lol I hope y’all enjoy 💕

Warnings: nff, fr0ttage, praise k!nk

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“Trust me, honey, it’ll feel really good.” Tony gave Peter a grin, leaning back on the couch. He looked miraculously put-together despite his kiss-swollen lips and unzipped fly.

Peter, on the other hand, was visibly wrecked already.

Times like that really reminded him of his lack of experience. Tony managed to look composed no matter where they were in an activity and Peter was instantly a mess.

It was kind of hot.

“Okay, okay. I trust you.” The younger man moved to Tony again, standing between his legs.

“Perfect.” Tony immediately moved to undo and push down Peter’s jeans, boxers following just a moment later.

Peter kicked them off, face flushing. He felt incredibly exposed compared to the mostly-dressed Tony. But he liked it. Although he’d like to see more of his boyfriend’s skin.

To fix this, he leaned in more. His hands moved to push Tony’s dress pants down his hips while he kissed him.

The older man lifted his hips, allowing for him to slide the pants off without disconnecting their kiss.

His boxers followed quickly after and Peter found his way into his lap. The position was a bit difficult, but they made it work with a little adjustment and a lot of willpower.

Tony let Peter have his way for a few minutes longer, allowing for rough, unsure kisses and awkward grinding before he took charge again.

The older man gently held onto Peter’s cock, coaxing a soft whine out of him. “You trust me?” He asked, double checking.

“Yes,” Peter breathed.

The older man nodded, slicking his boyfriend’s cock with a generous amount of lube before carefully taking his own in the same hand. He experimented with the angle slightly, deciding that it was easiest to hold them both from the side. Then he began stroking, starting out slowly.

“Such a good boy,” Tony murmured as he moved his hand. “You’ve been so good. You haven’t acted up even though I know we haven’t been together as much as you’ve wanted. I wish I could have been here more.”

Peter took a shuddering breath, hips moving along with his boyfriend’s hand. He was so sensitive to any sort of touch, but being praised along with it drove him wild. He didn’t respond, just drinking in the words and loving the slide of Tony’s cock against his.

“This will only be the beginning, okay? I’ll take care of you. Because you’ve been so good for me.”

The intense sincerity in Tony’s voice made Peter whimper, thrusting faster into his boyfriend’s hand. “Thank you….”

“Of course, honey.” Tony sped up his hand, keeping up with the pace that Peter set. It was all for him, after all.

He brought the young man to the edge, working him through orgasm as he spilled over Tony’s fingers.

“Good job, baby,” he whispered, pressing a gentle to the spot just underneath his ear. “So good…”

[darkimaginativeplace]

( Or: the BingLiuShen guide to courting, wooing & bedding your husband's crush )

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Liǔ Qīnggē/Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū, Liǔ Qīnggē/Luò Bīnghé, Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū, Liǔ Qīnggē/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū Characters: Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū, Luò Bīnghé, Liǔ Qīnggē Additional Tags: 3some - M/M/M, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Pre-Threesome, Relationship Negotiation, Accidental Voyeurism, Open Relationships, Open Marriage, Virginity or Celibacy Kink, Feelings Realization, P0rn with Feelings, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, First Dates, Resolved S3xu4l Tension, S3xu4l Tension, S3xu4l Content, Secret Relationship, Love Confessions, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Misunderstandings, Conflict Resolution, Sp4nking, An4l F1nger1ng, Fr0ttage, Intercrural S3x, An4l S3x, graphic description of injury (but only in ch. 5 and it's signaled) Summary: I have too much over-indulgent fun with Binghe's nightmarescape and the ' sickfic ' tag fially comes into play. (Is this hurt? Is this comfort?? Who's to say!)

[fuckpod]

fr0ttage replied to your post: i know a lot of people eat ketchup on “everything”...

oMG my mom does that and it’s fucking disgusting.

hangs head in shame

[truly-morgan]

Kinktober 2024 Day 12: [Frottage] | B̷o̷o̷t̷w̷o̷r̷s̷h̷i̷p | C̷r̷o̷s̷s̷d̷r̷e̷s̷s̷i̷n̷g

NanaIta  Jujutsu Kaisen

They have to take cover while on a mission together. Nanami tries to see what kind of injuries Yuji got from their previous fight, only to find something else.

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They stumbled into the cramped supply closet before the young man could really register it. One moment they were running away from a curse that turned out trickier to deal with, the next they were stuffed into the closet.

Nanami pressed Yuji farther into the cramped space, trying to be mindful of things laying at their feet. He tried bringing his breathing down to an even pace as he listened for the curse outside. It seemed to run past them and away from the closet.

Only then did he allow a sigh of relief to escape him, closing his eyes as he tried thinking about what they should be doing.

The closet had looked a little bigger from the outside looking in. But fitting two people inside, of broader statures too, might not have been the best. At least they did manage to get in and hide for a moment. Even if it meant nearly being pressed up all against each other like this.

“Are you okay, Itadori?” He asked, feeling like the top priority right now was making sure the young man wasn’t hurt anywhere.

“Yeah I’m good” Yuji nodded, although his little frown and flushed face weren’t really convincing. Yuji had been thrown around quite a bit, as sturdy as he seemed to be, it surely couldn’t be good. It wasn’t because their job was dangerous that he needed to ignore possible injuries that could prove fatal in a fight later on.

“You don’t need to hide it from me” Nanami stated calmly, not wanting for the young man to push himself. He then reached out, hands trying to feel and see if he could find any possible injuries that Yuji had simply not registered fully yet.

This seemed to make Yuji agitated all of a sudden, trying to not move too much as he grabbed his hands and tried pushing away from him. It wasn’t really effective at all, not when Nanami was set on finding the issue. He did notice some blood on Yuji neck, wondering what that was. Had something cut him?

He was about to pull him closer to take a look, wanting to make sure it wasn’t anything serious. This seemed to only make Yuji panic a little, about to protest before a moan escaped him instead.

This had them both froze, silence following the loud sound.

Nanami’s gaze then travelled from Yuji’s neck to his face, seeing just how much more red he was than before. He could feel how shaky his hands were, both grabbing at his blazer like his life depended on it. He tried shifting again a little, only to stop when it earned him a whine from Yuji.

And now he could feel it clearly, the erection pressing against him.

“Itad-”

“I’m sorry” Yuji started before he could finish, closing his eyes tightly, repeating himself a couple more times as he tried keeping his hips from moving on their own. “I felt something poke me when I got hit earlier and thought it would be okay” He tried explaining quickly, “I started feeling hot as we were running, but the moment we stopped in here it became worse”.

Nanami wasn’t quite sure what to do in this situation. Sure he had been on missions that had a similar thing happening before. But all those times he wasn’t stuck in a closet, hiding away from a curse that turned out stronger than first thought. He was also usually with adults.

Yuji kept quietly apologising, little whines and gasps escaping him as his hips kept pushing forward against Nanami, as if against his will. The man could clearly see it was already taking a toll on the young man, making him feel uncomfortable and painful.

But they didn’t have the luxury of time nor did they have the space to find somewhere Yuji could relieve himself.

There wasn’t really much to do.

“It’s okay, Itadori” Nanami tried again, “It’s not your fault, it happens sometimes when you receive the wrong information” he stated. He kept his voice as calm and even as possible, his hands trying to hold his waist more gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. “Let’s get that curse out of you first, you’ll feel better after” he offered.

Yuji looked a little unsure at first, but the moment Nanami pulled him a little closer he lost any will to stop himself. His arms were soon wrapped around the older man, body pressed flush against him as he started rutting against the older man. Nanami had to admit, he was a little surprised by just how rough he was being, movement feeling desperate.

He tried focusing on how this was only for Yuji’s sake. How this was only meant for the young man to get all that curse out of him so they could get back to work. It wasn’t meant to be anything more than a practical action to help Yuji.

But it was a little hard not to react when someone was rutting against you like a dog in heat, moaning and panting against your chest.

And the way he was whining his name…

Nanami wasn’t sure what to say when Yuji clearly realised the older man was now also hard. He wasn’t quite sure what reaction to expect out of his own body reaction either. More uncomfortableness for Yuji? Disgusted? Maybe not care as he chased after his own release?

A hand cupping him and feeling him up wasn’t on the list of reactions.

He saw Yuji looking back up at him, glassy eyes filled with wonder. This had the older man clear his throat a little, not wanting to think about what kind of thought had just crossed his mind. “This is purely a natural reaction to stimulation” he explained, which nearly sounded fully accurate to his ears, “Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable” he added.

This had Yuji shaking his head a little, something flashing across his expression Nanami couldn’t decipher. It was gone as fast as it had crossed it.

And soon he didn’t exactly have the mind to focus on that, Yuji pressing close again to continue his rubbing and rutting.

But he noticed that this time he seemed a bit more coordinated, even if as desperate as before. It was clear he was trying to rub directly against Nanami, so he could bring him to completion too. As much as he tried not to let any of his own pleasure show too much, the older man couldn’t fully stop some of the grunt of pleasure that escaped him.

Yuji sure seemed to be encouraged by them.

He felt like the young man was growing more and more erratic all of a sudden, so was he rapidly building up more and more. This reminded Nanami that they were both fully clothed. With that thought he grabbed his hips again, more firmly to stop his movement, ignoring the whine it got out of Yuji.

He wasn’t complaining for too long though, as Nanami made quick work of opening their pants and pulling them down just enough for their cock to be out. He didn’t even need to pull Yuji close again for him to get the idea, pulling closer to rub directly against him.

It felt much better like this, especially paired with Yuji’s moan.

He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, keeping it close by as his other hand wrapped around their cock. This allowed for better pressure around them as Yuji kept fucking into his fist, rubbing against him too.

“Nanamin, I’m getting close” Yuji gasped as his paces picked up even more, holding onto his arms as best as he could.

They nearly came together, Yuji doing so first followed by Nanami not long after. He used his handkerchief to catch their semen, filling the poor square with both their spent. He made quick work of cleaning them up a little, storing them away for cleaning later on.

With that he allowed Yuji to fully leaning against him again, which had him groan a little as his sensitive cock rubbed directly against his pant. The older man simply kept an arm around him, keeping him up a little as his legs seemed to be giving out a little.

Nanami quite liked how his breathing was slowly coming back to normal, in difference to how Yuji had been panting nonstop when they started hiding. It meant this had at least worked and wasn’t on the worse side these kinds of curses could be.

With that worry out of the way, Nanami simply patted Yuji’s back, trying to think about what they should do with the curse they had come for in the first place.

They would need to be careful about that little ability though.

[truly-morgan]

Kinktober Summer Rerun 2024: Frottage ● Plantcest 🌱🌱

【DAY 20】

[#plantcest, frottage, modern AU, semi-public, voyeurisme]

Nai could feel the beat of the music through his whole body, music loud enough to drown out everything else. All he did was sit back in the booth, enjoying the ambience while drinking. He felt just at the right point, buzzed but not wasted, able to be in control of himself.

He couldn’t say the same for his twin though.

Vash had been keeping up with all of Roberto and Nicolas’ drinking. Sure his twin was a good drinker too, but not enough to outdrink either of these two. But he sure did seem to have quite a lot of fun dancing with Meryl and Milly. And he looked so alluring dancing the way he did, throwing glances back at Nai as if to try and make him join them.

He seemed to have enough after a while though, coming back to the booth with new drinks in his hands, handing one of them to his twin. In no time Nai found his laps filled up with his brother, Vash giggling close into his space, looking happy. “You seem to be enjoying yourself out there” Nai hummed, taking a sip of the fruity drink Vash had given him.

“It would be more fun if you came and joined us” Vash pouted at his remark, one hand settling on his shoulder lazily.

“I much enjoy watching you dance the night away” Nai smirked, “I know that no matter how many eyes are on you, you’ll always be coming back to me”. After all, he did see the way both men and women looked at his twin, but despite any attempt, he was always his.

“Then maybe we can dance a little here,” Vash said, rolling his hips slowly and sensually, grinding down against Nai. This had the larger man groan, a large hand landing on his waist.

“Vash” Nai warned, voice low as he looked up at his grinning brother.

“What?” He asked, sounding innocent, “I just want to dance with you and feel you all over me” he pouted. “We’re in a more private booth because someone doesn't like the other spots”.

This made Nai chuckle lowly, placing the drink on the table behind his brother, hand going to grab the other side of his waist. “Then how can I refuse you?” he asked amused, pushing back against the slow movement his brother was doing. It was music to his ears when he heard him moan so openly. “You truly have no shame” he commented.

“You are one to talk” Vash laughed, allowing his hands to travel down his twin’s body and caressing him through the thin fabric. “Always showing how possessive you are and pulling me in corners to make out and touch me” he pointed out. He couldn't count how many times Nai had done this, having the, suddenly in a more secluded area, kissing and touching everywhere.

He felt pretty sure that no one would care or notice someone getting handsy.

It wasn’t too long before Vash’s slow and lazy grinding started picking up pace, grinding back down harder than before. Soon their jeans were way too tight, cock painfully hard. But that made it even better, a little pain was good and he knew Vash liked it.

Then from the corner of his eyes, Nai noticed that Nicolas had been at them both. This had Nai grinning, pulling his brother even closer, hips lifting up as he pushed up harder to meet his trust. This had his twin moaning even more loudly, easily drowned out by the music.

He leaned closer, stealing Vash’s lips with ease, his brother losing no time to return it with even more force. Vash’s arms looped around his neck, torso nearly flush against each other, hips moving with more franticness. Nai felt heated skin under his finger as his hand sneaked under his loose tank top, caressing every weak spot his brother had, seeking out his nipples too, making the shirt rid up and showing what he was doing.

He started kissing his way down his jaw and neck, enjoying all the moans and pants going right into his ears. It only made him even more excited than before. “I want to feel you more” Vash whined, hands starting to work Nai’s belt open.

Nai gently nipped at his skin, earning him yet another sweet sound, chuckling at his neediness. “We will get everything messy if we do anything too much, I know you” he pointed out, although he didn’t stop him either. He sighed a little when his trapped erection did get some relief from where it had been trapped.

He watched as Vash opened his own tight jeans open, letting his clothed erection poke through where he had opened his fly. “Like this should be fine?” Vash asked, giving him puppy eyes as he ground down again. This time he felt it even better, the fabric of their underwear much thinner than jeans. It felt a lot better like this.

“Of course, love~” Nai nearly purred, hands coming back to his hips, fingers digging a little in. “You make it feel so good, why don’t you show me how much you want me?” He asked, then grinned back up at him, “And maybe I could give you something more fun in the back alley~”.

This sure seemed to please Vash, who started moving with more purpose.

He moved so much it felt like he was riding him. He was also a lot more noticeable like this, Nai was pretty sure that more people aside from Nicolas had noticed them. Not that any seemed to care enough to stop them. And seeing his brother's friend seething like this only made it all better.

Although it was more pleasurable to watch Vash work like this, meeting him in the middle by bucking his hips. He looked dos good like this, openly moaning in the loudness of the club, hands holding onto his twin for dear life. Skin shiny with sweat and glitter, probably from the people he had been dancing with. Neck harbouring some kiss marks that would be hard to hide later on.

He just looked perfect, it could be enough for Nai to cum.

And he was really getting closer. And he could tell it was the same for Vash. So they kept going, pace getting more and more erratic, movements less thought through and needier. Hand grabbing harder, enough to nearly leave possessive bruises behind.

They nearly came in unison. Body tensing suddenly, stilling as they spilt inside their underwear, soiling them and creating a dark spot. Vash only gave a couple of extra movements, before slumping over him more, allowing Nai to wrap his arm around him.

“Did I do good enough for a reward~~” Vash asked against his neck, leaving little kisses there, nearly purring.

This had Nai chuckling lowly, kissing the top of his head. “Of course Vash, I’ll make sure to make it all feel very good for you” he assured him. With that, he downed what he had left of his drink, kissing Vash again before slightly pushing him away.

He righted their outfit, not to look /too/ obvious, before being dragged away by a very excited and eager Vash. When they cross paths with Nicolas, Nai couldn’t stop the smug smirk that drew itself on his lips, before simply ignoring him and following his twin.

[truly-morgan]

[Kinktober 2021: Frottage (18+)]

FengQing | Heaven Official’s Blessing 22-10-2021

Day 22: S̷h̷o̷t̷g̷u̷n̷n̷i̷n̷g̷ / [Frottage] / M̷a̷s̷t̷u̷r̷b̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷

Both generals are on an investigation when they nearly got caught. They now hide in a closet and there is barely enough space for them both.

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Another investigation on weird things happening at the border of the southeast and southwest. Which means Feng Xin and Mu Qing were both on it (as if they would let the other take care of everything). So they were on the same mission, again.

And stuck in a closet barely big enough to hide both of them. 

“I told you it was a fucking bad idea" fx whispered harshly before quieting down again when someone seemed to pass their hiding spot.

“Because you had a better idea maybe? “ mq replied in the communication array as fx was moving around a bit to try and find a more comfortable position.

“Quit squirming around” mq mumbled, trying to lean as much as possible on the wall. “tch maybe if you hadn't fucking pulled us both inside the single most minuscule hiding spot in this room I wouldn't need to" fx growled.

They had been investigating the room when suddenly people entered. They were supposed to be new people in town, it would be bad to be seen here. And now they were stuck here because these people were doing who knows what in the room.

Every now and then fx would move again, not finding a comfortable position, especially with their legs tangled up a bit. Then he noticed a shift in mq breathing and the stutter of his hips every time the leg between his was moving and- 

Oh.

This made fx smirk a bit, trying to keep in a laugh. “Would you look at that, are you that pent up that me moving around a bit is enough to make you hard” fx mocked in the communication array, mq shooting him a glare.

But the glare quickly goes away when the knee suddenly keeps getting up and down, making rub against it. He has to bite his lips to not let any sound escape him, trying to stop fx despite there being nothing he can really do about it (and his hips betray him by moving on their own too).

Mq soon also realised fx was also starting to be hard (despite mocking him!)and decided to retaliate, moving his hips up and down a bit, grinding against fx. “Fuck” fx whispered at that, starting to move his hip in sync with him, anymore mocking come back slipping from his mind.

Fx ended up grabbing mq by the hips, forcing him even a bit closer to him, closing the very little space there still was between them.

They were panting into each other space and mq was starting to be a little bit too loud now and fx didn’t want to be found out, especially like this.

So he kissed him, a bit surprised when mq quickly replied to it, both ending up more passionate than they thought it could be between them.

And so like this, they keep grinding against each other through clothes, kissing deeply and hand tightly grabbing at the other to keep him close. Moans were swallowed when they finally came, trembling against each other.

Fx leg help mq stay upright, both men quietly catching back their breath as fx looked through the small opening he did in the door to see if anyone was left.

The sight was clear and he couldn’t hear anyone, yet when he went to open the door, he felt a hand stop him, turning back towards mq confused, only to be pulled into a kiss again. 

Maybe they wouldn’t be out of this closet so quickly then.

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(these two are rather fun to write about tbh ojdnfjnfd really love doing that, two idiots horny for each other but still fighting all the time)

Original - AO3

[thesakuragarnet]

HONEY (ARE U COMING?)

Summary: Keigo comes home late one night with new leather gloves. (a K!nktober oneshot that takes place between chapters 68 and 69 of my PHOENIX AU; inspired by the Maneskin song)

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy tags: heavy smut, established relationship, Hero!Dabi, engaged DabiHawks, swearing, alternate universe, making out, shenanigans on a couch, they're so in love I swear

Word Count: 1,494

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: k!nkt0ber, DabiHawks but they're both sw!tches, fr0ttage, mutual ma$turbat!on, dry h u m p i n g, l3ather k!nk, gr!nding, handj0bs,

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Toya felt restless. He and Keigo had been working overtime between wedding planning and actual field missions. It was a nightmare. Keigo, on the other hand, seemed to be obsessed with the adrenaline rushes. He’d rattle on about the day’s events while they got ready for bed, and they were both so exhausted that intimacy had been scarce. It was getting ridiculous.

For once, Keigo was requested for a late-night solo mission, and Toya had the night off…so…naturally…he stayed up to wait for Kei to get home…or at least, he tried. It’s five o’clock in the morning, and Toya is passed out on their couch in nothing but black sweatpants. 

Ding. 

The elevator softly drones from down the hall, and Keigo carefully steps out. He’s in his Pro Hero suit complete with a pair of shiny new leather gloves. He makes his way down the hallway, feathers perking up when he senses Toya’s faint snores and sleeptalking mumbles. A small smile plays at his lips as he sneaks into the living room, peering over the couch to look at his fiancé. Toya’s sound asleep on his back, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. Keigo hovers off the ground, slowly and silently lowering himself until he’s straddling Toya. Delicately, he leans down and presses his lips to his forehead, resting his open palms on Toya’s shoulders. Immediately, the Pro’s eyes snap open, but his expression softens when he sees his lover’s familiar silhouette. 

“Hey,” Toya yawns, blinking hard, “How was work?”

“Boring,” Keigo replies nonchalantly before pressing a chaste kiss to Toya’s cheek. He rubs the space between Toya’s shoulder and neck with his thumb, and Toya seems to freeze. Something feels different. Good different. As his eyes adjust in the dim lamplight, he sees the shiny new leather. 

“Are those new?” Toya clears his throat, and Keigo raises his eyebrow.

“Yeah?” He answers, taking note of the way Toya’s twitching underneath him. Toya can’t explain it…but he’s fairly positive Keigo hasn’t caressed him with his gloves on before. He’d remember this feeling surely …the sensation of the soft leather pressing into his skin. Silently, the puzzle pieces click in Keigo’s head, and his eyes grow heavy-lidded. Deliberately, Kei drags his hands down, palms pressing down on Toya’s chest, pausing just above his nipples. Toya sighs, eyelids fluttering as he focuses on the light massage. 

“Someone’s getting excited,” Keigo chuckles darkly when he feels his fiancé's arousal pressing between his legs. 

“It’s been weeks , Kei,” Toya groans, trying to push himself up only for Keigo to keep a firm pressure to pin him down. The winged hero leans forward, tenderly connecting their lips, and Toya shudders as he runs his fingers through Keigo’s hair. Keigo continues passionately kissing Toya, bringing his hands down to pinch his nipples. Toya moans into the kiss, pleasure clouding his brain at the sensations. Keigo rocks his hips, and Toya breaks from the kiss with a gasp. 

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” Toya huffs, rolling his hips in time with Keigo’s to increase the friction. Kei’s feathers seem to stand on end, and he curses under his breath at the stimulation. 

“Nuh-uh…not tonight…not yet,” Keigo pants before he softly sinks his teeth into Toya’s neck. Toya swallows a whimper, hands caressing the back of his lover’s head as he focuses on Keigo’s touch. He can’t get enough of the leather on his skin.

“You sure about that?” Toya sneers, a devilish grin on his face as he bites his bottom lip. Keigo lewdly licks up the side of his neck before sitting up. Toya’s eyes widen as Keigo takes off his utility belt, and his gaze locks onto the growing strain in Kei’s cargo pants. He shrugs off his Hero Suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor beside the couch before he starts stripping completely…well… almost . Toya’s heart stutters for a beat as he stares at Kei’s hands. 

“Don’t worry…I’m keeping the gloves on,” Keigo smirks before he starts pulling off Toya’s pants. Blood rushes to both of their cheeks. 

“You’re not wearing your boxers,” Keigo practically whispers, and Toya just blinks back, swallowing to soothe his suddenly dry throat. 

“You alright if I do something we haven’t tried before?” The winged Pro mutters, and Toya nods vigorously. 

“Mhm,” He murmurs in response, practically shuddering with anticipation. 

“Get on your side,” Keigo hums, and Toya complies, turning so he’s on his side and pressing his back up against the pillows on the couch as Keigo climbs up next to him. They’re facing each other, breaths heavy and heated as Keigo positions his cock until it’s resting on top of Toya’s. Toya sharply inhales at the sensation, twitching and aching for more. Keigo interlocks his hands, squeezing their cocks together, and it makes Toya’s eyes roll back into his head. The combination of Keigo’s dick pressing up against his with the sensation of Kei’s leather gloves is fucking intoxicating.

Toya almost yelps in surprise, nerves burning at the combination of stimulation. God, it’s almost too much to bear. 

“Keigo… fuck ,” Toya moans lowly, his voice cracking as he feels the delicate leather rubbing against his skin. 

“You like this?” Keigo chuckles darkly as he reaches around with his other hand and squeezes the flesh on Toya’s ass, making him wince ever so slightly. 

“Feels nice,” Toya admits under his breath, his heart skipping a beat.

And when Keigo starts pumping his hand, Toya almost goes cross-eyed. Instinctively, he slaps his hand over his mouth, muffling his needy moans that come tumbling up from his throat. Within seconds, his hand is already covered in spit, and he can’t help but buck his hips shallowly, desperate for more tantalizing pleasure. 

“ Fuck , baby,” Keigo groans, watching his fiancé completely fall apart; he’s so turned on his feathers are practically curling and flexing at the tips. “Who knew you had a thing for leather?” He tries to make a flirty joke, but it’s cut off by his own satisfied sighs. Without warning, Toya pulls his hand down his face and grabs Keigo by the neck, jerking him forward for an amorous kiss. Kei whines into Toya’s mouth, their tongues sloppily intertwining and sliding against one another. They simply can’t get enough of each other, their bodies and minds craving more and more and more. It’s been too long. Too long without one another’s touch. Too long without indulging in their tangle of love and lust. They’re practically drowning in it. 

“ Kei ~” Toya moans, breaking free from the kiss to bend forward and sink his teeth into Keigo’s neck. Soft words of praise spill from Keigo’s lips as he keeps moving his hand, effectively getting both of them off as their cocks squeeze together. Toya pulls back after leaving a dark bite mark on Kei’s sunkissed skin, eyelids fluttering as he grabs onto Keigo’s broad shoulders, almost like he’s holding on for dear life. Keigo winces when he feels Toya’s fingernails digging into his skin, but part of him loves it when he gets like this. When all Toya can do is say his name and grasp at him; it’s so desperate and so gorgeous.

Toya can feel his orgasm pooling in the pit of his stomach, and, judging by the sounds coming out of his fiancé, he’s just as close. He knows the patterns. Some of the Pros their age always comment on how their sex life must be boring with how long they’ve been together. The truth is, they know exactly what makes each other tick…well, unless it’s something new…like this leather thing. 

“C-close,” Keigo starts stuttering, jaw clenched as he fully focuses on the rhythm of his glove. 

“Me too,” Toya pants, tongue slightly lolling as his gaze flicks from his lover’s golden eyes to the precum-soaked mess between their legs. With a few more thrusts of his hips, Toya’s coming undone with a broken gasp, toes curling as it gushes onto the sleek black leather. Keigo rushes closer, sloppily colliding his lips with Toya’s as his own orgasm comes crashing down through his body. Gently, he slows his motions to a halt, and pulls back from the kiss. The lovers stare blissfully into each other’s eyes for a moment, shining cerulean melting into liquid gold. Then, the momentary spell of clarity breaks, and Keigo releases his grip. 

“I-I’ll get you new gloves,” Toya huffs, still catching his breath from being so pent-up. 

“Don’t worry about it. I made the choice,” Keigo smirks, tenderly kissing his fiancé on the cheek before slowly rolling backward off the couch, landing on his feet with the expertise of a cat. 

“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower,” Keigo laughs half-heartedly as he stretches. “Care to join me?”

Toya just grins blissfully, blinking away the pleasure-filled fog in his brain. 

“How could I say no to that?”

[fuckpod]

fr0ttage replied to your post: how come i never see code geass on my dash wasn’t...

mecha anime have short popularity lifespans, unless they’re like gross abnormal anime growths like gundam or evangelion

well dang

SUDDENLY I REALLY WANT TO WATCH SOME MECHA IT'S BEEN SO LONG what is the last one i watched i guess gundam seed i'm gonna go see how long ago that was WOW MAY 2009 ok what are my options here why do i have so much unwatched anime on my computer IT'S JUST BEEN SITTING THERE FOREVER 

gundam wing full metal panic vision of escaflowne macross frontier ok that's all i have what the heck is bounen no xamdou that's in my mecha folder too oh i guess i could finish ttgl omg i wonder what's available on netflix