#howls slutty waist

[wendahoi]

find me in the future

[vikkerli-art]

Howl but based on the book

[oxygenbefore1775]

@pisspope

Zeke Yeager WIP - Attack on titan Shingeki no Kyojin 進撃の巨人

Yea, this is a redraw of official art (from a game, i think?) in my style bc I thought it needed more beef tbh

[bucknastysbabe]

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Taken from this fic, pwp, secret romance, oral (both receiving), Criston’s delulu mindset, jealousy, Princess just loves knight Dick she can’t help it, he’s a slutty baby per usual

Taglist: @aemonds-holy-milk @arcielee @elaratyrell @fairysluna @jamespotterismydaddy @lovelykhaleesiii @peachysunrize @starogeorgina @towriteloveontheirarms @zaldritzosrose

Criston was complaining quite ardently again. “Just shut up, shut up,” she hissed, eyes casting back toward the shut door. The princess readjusted herself on a steel-plated chest. Her Valyrian eyes cast down at the Kingsguard. His eyes were wet and wide— perfectly pathetic.

The pair made a scene on the stone floor, shamelessly open in her shared chamber with Prince Aegon. The siblings were lawfully wedded but she just couldn’t quit her sweet Criston. He would never quit either, one would have to kill the man before he let go of his favorite princess. His hands bunched the thin material of the younger’s shift.

“I don’t like how he’s been sniffing around. Why does it matter who you bed? Aegon fucks about the entirety of the Street of Silk.”

She rolled her eyes and pet at Criston’s curls, “All you men are the same, jealous and egotistical, ruled by your cocks. You’re pissed that he’s pissed. Make it make sense. Are you going to eat my cunt or not?”

Criston’s eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking to the side a couple of times as he petulantly looked for an answer. His calloused hands dug into her hips as he mumbled, “Yes- get up here.” The knight absently wondered if he was being too needy, cheeks darkening in response.

Her pretty lips curled up as she readjusted her place, seating herself on gorgeous godsdamn lips. No, she thought, she couldn’t do without him. The young woman did love Criston Cole fiercely. She gathered her shift and took it off, exposing her tits and bare skin.

She could feel Criston groan, the shifting of his armor as he fucked up into nothing. Ser Cole gripped her ass and thighs as he began to lap and work himself between her legs. His tongue twisted and jabbed, Criston moaning in delight.

The princess grabbed his hair and gasped as she canted her hips. His perfect nose bumped against her clit as she rode Criston’s face. She whined at the sinful stimulation, both hands anchored in dark hair. The knight had his feet planted, eager to please.

Criston’s hands slid up her waist, thumbs caressing the bottom of her breasts, where the skin was silky soft. The blonde breathed as she rocked, “Criston, my s-sweet, so good.” Ever the slut for praise, the marcher helplessly whined into her cunt, suckling harder at her slick. His palms enveloped the Targaryen’s breasts.

She threw her head back as Criston groped and massaged the flesh— even playfully bouncing them. The princess smacked his flank and kept riding, dragging her aching bundle across his handsome face. He tweaked at a peaked nipple. Everything was perfect, even Criston’s stubble rubbing her sensitive skin raw.

The princess keened and tossed her head back.

Criston’s chest hitched, his armor clacking as he earnestly let his goddess do as she pleased. His cock was fit to burst under the layers. He wanted her mouth regardless of the time limit with Aegon’s recent tomfoolery. He slurped at her sweet cunt, fingers tugging at engorged nipples.

She clenched around Criston’s face, mouth hanging open, platinum locks shaking. The little princess trembled and rocked her hips in jolts of excitement. Aegon’s wife was growing overstimulated and hot. She was unable to stop whining and biting down on her lip to keep from howling in pleasure.

The marcher’s hand came down on her ass in quick succession, urging her to move faster. All she could do was cry “Please! Close! Beloved please!” Criston grinned and began to move her along himself, he had the strength for it. The heightening whimpers were music to his ears as she trembled and babbled.

One, two, three more rocks, and the princess yelled. She folded forward, hands deathly tight on Criston’s scalp. Criston lapped up her gush of juices, slurping and groaning like a damn animal at her lovely fucking pussy. He took his time licking her all up until she wheezed and pushed off.

Criston laid on his back, grinning at her mussed hair and red face, those gorgeous watery doe eyes. She murmured, “You’re…something else. Whole keep probably heard me.” The marcher scoffed even as she pressed a peck to his lips, lithe fingers crawling under his padded tunic.

Criston bit out between kisses, “Let…him..mmh…hear.”

He watched as she pulled away, just enough to tease, “Not the best idea love. Be quiet so I can suck your cock and send you off. You’re territorial and irritable with your balls full.” Criston rolled his eyes, head thudding on the expensive rug. She moved around to kneel between his legs.

The gambeson was half unbuttoned, exposing the tent in his pants. She playfully fisted at Criston’s prick, snickering at his hapless moan. He breathed in as her fingers plucked the strings open and pulled his throbbing heat out. He shivered, eyes blinking up at her. A fucking angel, goddess, something of old and ethereal.

The princess lapped at the pearly bead adorning the tip of his cock, her other hand snug around his sack. Criston gasped her name, groaning when plush lips enveloped the sensitive tip. She knew him well— had the extra skin pulled back so her devious tongue could flick at that tender spot on the underside.

“Ahhh- angel- angel,” the marcher uselessly praised.

Her spit rolled down the shaft as the princess lathered her attention on the tip, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head. Criston was whimpering softly, lips opening and closing repeatedly. He grew overwhelmed with personal attention like this— nearly always transforming into a wet mess.

He squirmed a bit, back arching into her mouth as she took him deeper, swallowing repeatedly. Criston slammed a hand over his mouth when she thumbed the seam of his sack and hummed around his thick cock. He had to keep from whining like a bitch in a moment like this. The knight preferred only his princess to see this side of him.

The thought of Aegon interfering could make his cock wilt. She was Criston’s, not the brat.

“Sweetheart, ahh- oh fuck- can I touch your hair?” He begged.

“Mhmmm,” was the reply, leaving the poor man whimpering again, the vibrations hitting everything. His lower belly twitched and tightened as he gently wound her blonde tresses in a hand. Criston looked down when she bobbed her head, growing ashamed yet hotter by the second.

He was arched and spread for her— reminiscent of some slut in a silver stag brothel. Criston covered his mouth again to hide the wanton moan, too loud for the room, too loud for much of anywhere.

Her bobbing quickened on top, one hand rolling his balls, the other jerking him off in sync with her mouth. He gasped and twitched again, feeling heat spread around his body. Criston’s balls throbbed as they tightened further and further.

He whined her name, neck straining as the orgasm climbed his body. The knight blinked down tears as he babbled, pulling ever-so-soft on the Princess’ hair. She hummed some more, flicking her tongue deep into his slit.

Criston was gone— his vision darkened as he arched painfully, gutturally groaning and whimpering as he spilled down his lover’s throat. She drank him down, eyes filled with adoration. It took a couple more spurts before he was wrung out and limp, panting.

The princess tucked him back in, buttoning and lacing quickly. She sat Criston up, pretty amethyst orbs gazing into his dark ones. He rasped while petting her flushed cheek, “I love you.” The princess, his damn woman, stole a deep kiss as she fixed his hair.

“There you go, I love you, come on now. The buffoon will be here sooner or later. Aemond told me about Aegon nosing.”

The pair helped themselves up, Criston deeply frowning. How he wanted to toss the Prince into a sewage line. He’d fish him out…but the thought was soothing. Another press of soft lips had Criston come to the present.

She looked up at him, promising, “I will see you around, go on love, I’ll be thinking of my knight.”

Criston would never admit but he was like a scolded puppy leaving the room, getting shooed until he exited, the door closing behind his white cloak. Only to make eye contact with the shithead himself.

[mamayan]

OK hear me out

Punishing sub Genya

I love this soft good boy so much but smth about him crying and begging for forgiveness is... Hot... 💜

I am literally screaming I can’t believe I didn’t see this ask sooner, my apologies Nonnie. I was just thinking about how cute he’d beg for forgiveness—

Punishment

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

cw: NSFW • Sub! Genya • Dom! Reader • Fem! Reader • Paddling • Spanking • Misuse (or correct use ;) of an obi to make a cock ring • Orgasm Denial/Overstimulation• Dacryphilia • Begging/Whining • Male Squirting • Teasing/Slight Humiliation • Punishment • Fingering (M) • Bondage • Not proof read!

Visible puffs of air fog his face as he looks around, head hung as he drags in as much air as possible. Wrists tied above his head, silk perfectly knotted and holding him up straight, his bare feet planted on the tatami below. Each muscle tensed in anticipation, Genya prepares himself mentally for the blow before it happens.

He can’t truly prepare himself though, not when you tease in between with feather soft touches and kisses always checking in on him. “Doing okay, baby?” Breathing in his ear and making his leaking bruising cock beg for release even harder as it bobs against his abdomen. The soft obi once tied around your waist now hangs down to his knees, wrapped tightly around the base of his cock and only allowing just enough circulation to prevent any lasting damage. His balls to his tip are a nearly alarming purple, but the rest of his pale skin is flushed a bright red, and his ass an even deeper shade as it slowly forms bruises from the paddle you held.

His eyes tracked you as you moved around him slowly, circling like a predator might their prey before attack.

He shivers in anticipation, drool dripping down his chin as his lips wobble, watery gaze wild and pupils dilated to nearly cover all the purple.

“Poor thing… you need to cum don’t you, sweet boy?”

“Pl-please…mistress—,”

“Ah ah,” your hand raised to stop his pleas for mercy, shaking your head as you eye him in disappointment.

“I remember very clearly the rules, do you remember?”

“N-no cumming without pe-permission…” he swallows thickly, grunting softly as you trace just over the tip of his engorged cock with the pad of your finger.

“And what did you do?” You pry further.

“I—I came! Fuck—mistress, please, please let me cum! I-I can’t, please,” he sounds broken as he begs, legs shaking and more weight being shifted to the ceiling beam keeping his arms up. The creak is drown out by his whimpers, the way his body shifts and muscles flex as he nearly breaks his own bonds.

It must be pity, as you round behind him, and prod his hole with the finger which had collected his precum. The digit slides in easily, and the way his entire body rocks back into you a clear indication of his pleasure.

“Yes, ah, mhmm, s-so good—never disobey again, be so good for you, m’sorry,” he’s a delightful sobbing mess as you finger him, watching how his eyes roll back and head hand limp while he tries desperately to hump the air. He can’t cum with the obi around his cock though, but his mind is too far gone to think further.

“Really, what am I to do with you? Such a slutty thing, always desperate to cum. My sweet boy can’t help himself can he?” You slip another finger inside, his moans increasing an octave as he nearly passes out from the pressure in his groin. Slick squelching fills the small room as Genya chokes and cries for more, even as the paddle comes down across his flesh with a resounding smack—

“Alright, I’ll let you cum, are you ready, baby?” He’s hardly coherent as you talk calmly, reaching around his sweaty body to easily untie the belt preventing his orgasm.

He’s cumming instantly. Body jerking violently as he hunches as if to avoid your touch as you wrap your fingers around him and jerk his cock until a copious spray of cum and liquid releases and he’s going completely limp in your arms.

“Ah!,” his howl nearly sounds pained as he makes a mess on himself and the floor, your fingers sticky and wet as you keep a firm grip on his cock and keep going.

“M-mistress…?!” His panicked cry only brings a smile to your lips. Tears spill down his reddened cheeks. You keep him caged against you, still moving your fingers in his ass as you work him hard again despite the pained whines leaving his lips.

“What’s wrong sweet boy? I thought you wanted to cum?” He’s shaking, realization dawning late as he realizes your true punishment for him.

“P-please forgive me…”

“Go ahead and cum until you can’t anymore.”

Dividers created by the lovely @benkeibear

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Into It [werewolf!Frankie x f!reader]

Read on Ao3

My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (cishet f!reader)

Warnings: Frankie is a werewolf (but not really), corn maze, jump scares, Benny is a clown in more ways than one (and a bit of an arse tbh), public sex, unprotected piv sex, Frankie has a knot on his dick and believe you me it goes inside you, you like it rough, dirty talk, a bit of praise (him to her), creampie, implied cum eating and cunnilingus.

Summary: You are lost in a corn maze where ghosts and ghouls roam, and you are being chased by a werewolf named Frankie...

Words: 3,489

The moon hangs low and when a few clouds obscure it, your eyes strain to see the path before you. The wind sweeps through the corn stalks, and the hushed rustling of the leaves makes the small hairs at the back of your neck stand. It's so quiet, apart from that faint sound, but you know that you're not alone, you've seen the glowing eyes and dark shapes, heard the quick footsteps disappear around a corner.

Getting into this corn maze was a bad idea, you knew it from the start. What harm would it do, you had thought. All the harm, you now realize. You could die here. You could get jumped, you could...

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when a caped figure appears before you and stares at you through the dark, before dismissing you and slipping away in another direction. Your red cape isn't warm enough, and you suddenly feel chilled to the bone. You want to go home, away from all this danger, get warm and comfortable and not lost in a goddamn corn maze, like you are now. Screams behind you put you on edge, and two witches run past, cackling like maniacs. Witches are nothing to be afraid of: you know there are worse things in here. You follow the witches, but by the time you turn the same corner, they're already gone. More screaming is heard in the distance, chilling screams of fear. You walk faster, almost start jogging, turning a corner and finding it a dead end. A howl close by sends chills down your spine.

Huge, clawed paws land on your waist, a low growl reverberates into your core. You yelp as you get pulled against the wide frame of a werewolf.

"Roarr, I'm going to eat you!"

You break into relieved laughter. "Dammit Frankie!"

Turning around, you see the werewolf with its latex sneer take off its head, revealing a cheekily smiling Frankie with tousled hair underneath.

"Did I scare you?"

"No, but those plastic claws are going to rip my dress!"

He wraps one arm around you, the dark grey fur of his wolf costume warming you immediately.

"Oh, this dress is going to be ripped tonight..."

Unabashedly, he gazes into your cleavage as his paw slides down to your ass. You roll your eyes.

"Slutty Little Red Riding Hood, how tacky isn't that?"

"Terrible tacky," Frankie replies in a way that tells you in no uncertain terms that he is incredibly happy with your mini dress with plunging neckline and short, ruffled skirt. The bodice, laced tightly to push your tits up even more, and thigh high stockings crown your outfit, and Frankie couldn't be happier.

"It's a good thing I'm in this lumpy costume," he murmurs against your cheek. "I'm so hard right now, if anyone saw, they'd think I was a perv."

"You are a perv," you tease him, "but you're my perv."

"Excuse me, Miss Hood," he rumbles, now nipping at your earlobe. "I seem to remember that the conversation about our plans for tonight went in a way that actually points you out as the perv."

You just scoff, then turn your head to allow him access to your neck. He scatters little kisses and love bites all over your skin, pausing only to grunt and curse when you find his stiff shaft and rub it through the tight front of his jeans.

"Little girl," he hisses, "Let's go find grandma's house."

"You don't want me to suck your big bad cock right here...?" you suggest leerily, and Frankie exhales in a hushed Fuck.

"We'll be seen."

"We could find a dark corner."

"Jesus..." His paw caresses the roundness of your buttock, coming to a rest just where you ass meets your thighs, pushing you into him.

"We don't have to - " you start, sensing his hesitation. Frankie may be a beast in bed, but that's in the comfort and privacy of your own home. Laughing and screaming in the distance underscores how public this place is.

"Let's do it," he rules, and you both turn around to try and find a secluded enough spot.

A wild-eyed Pennywise jumps out right in front of you, screeching in a way that shouldn't be humanly possible. You scream, startled and scared at the sudden attack, your blood going ice cold for a moment, panic rising when the clown grabs your arm.

"Knock it the fuck off, Benjamin!"

Frankie shoves the clown away, and it starts to laugh.

"Oh my God, your face!"

You're still shaking, but fear is slowly being replaced by rage.

"Benny, you asshole! You know I hate jump scares and clowns!"

"That's why it worked so well!"

"Not cool," Frankie growls, pulling you into him as if to protect you. "Let's go, baby."

"I'm sorry!" Benny shouts after you when you walk away. Your legs are a little wobbly, but Frankie's warm, secure presence makes you feel better.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just got startled," you reassure him. "It's fine."

"I'll have a talk with him tomorrow. He's too drunk right now."

"You really don't need to, let's just forget about it."

A few monsters and ghouls run past, but now it all feels like adults in costumes to you. A shudder runs through you, and Frankie stops to kiss your head.

"You wanna just get out of this maze, have a mug of hot cider, and then leave?" he suggests. Truth be told, that's an attractive suggestion. You don't feel like blowing him in public anymore.

"That sounds perfect."

Frankie, with his military training, seems to have a mental map of the maze, because he leads you with confidence out of the maze like he's walked it a hundred times before. Just as you exit, you pass by Santi who looks like an East European nobleman, his fake vampire teeth grazing the neck of a young brunette dressed as a slutty Harry Potter character.

The cider warms you up and calms your nerves, and by the time you've finished your mug, you're feeling up for erotic adventures again.

"Can we leave?" you ask Frankie as soon as the mug is empty.

"Home?"

"To our spot."

"Oh. You still wanna - "

"I do."

His velvety gaze rests heavily on your skin when he leads you to his truck.

"Our spot" is outside of town. Off the highway, along a smaller country road, then off on a narrow dirt road with grass growing between the tire tracks. There are fields all around, and smack in the middle of them is a small hill with a huge, old oak. A distant cousin of Frankie’s owns the surrounding fields, and they don't mind you using the land. You and Frankie often come here in the summer when the oak provides shelter from the sun. You've been here in the fall, too, stargazing from the bed of Frankie's truck.

And now you're here to fulfill a fantasy.

Frankie has prepared the truck with blankets and pillows, and even a small string of fairy lights. He's still in his werewolf costume, the paws and head are off, but his torso is still covered by fake fur and a half-torn plaid. As he rolls out the bedding, you walk to the oak to find the carving he put in its bark the first time you came here. You find it immediately, having seen it countless times before. Your initials inside a heart, simple and sappy. You trace the letters with your index finger, and you hear a low growl behind you, so you turn around.

Werewolf Frankie is standing by the truck, eyes fixed on you. Your heart skips a beat when he crouches a little and starts towards you.

"No," you whisper, moving around the trunk of the tree, trying to keep it between the two of you. Frankie, however, is quicker on his feet, and with just a few long leaps, he reaches you and has you caged against the tree.

"Smells good," he grunts, catching your wrists and trapping them against the bark above your head. "Pretty and sweet..."

He nuzzles your neck, the latex nose cold on your skin in the October night air.

"Please," you breathe, and his large paw runs down your leg and settles over your sex. You buck against him, making him chuckle.

"Needy, pretty thing..." His voice, muffled by the mask, has dropped one octave and is delightfully raspy.

He pushes up against you, letting you feel his hardening cock. Your arousal bleeds into your panties and the chilly air immediately chills the wet fabric, but your insides are on fire. You whimper, struggling while also rolling your hips against his, seeking that stiff outline of his cock in his pants.

"You want that, don't you?"

The sound you produce is pitiful and Frankie's low chuckle turns you on even more.

"You'll have it."

He drags you with him to the truck, maneuvering you roughly, yet not without care, to a bent over position.

"Spread your legs."

The cool night air feels even colder on the wet insides of your thighs, and a shiver runs through you when Frankie grinds his erection against your clothed core. The plastic claws aren't sharp, but they still make you hiss when he draws them down your thighs. His denim-clad leg touches your bare one when he kneels between your spread legs, and then his growling wolf face pushes against your pussy. He draws in your scent in loud sniffs, and you moan at how the teeth-baring mouth of the mask feels against you. Shamelessly, you push back, wishing the mask came with a live tongue as well.

Frankie sinks the claws into the flesh of your thighs and rumbles low as he rubs the mask against you. The friction is delectable, and you keen loudly, your lower lip trapped between your teeth, hands fisting into the blanket in front of you. You start to push back, move your hips like when you're riding his face, and that's what you're doing now, too: you're riding his face, the wolf face that he put on for you when you suggested that you'd go to the Halloween event as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, and that he'd ravage you in the back of his truck later. He was game: Frankie was always game for whatever you suggested, even if he was against the more violent expressions of your suggested roleplay, like hunting you down and fucking you on the ground while you screamed for help. Truth be told, after the stunt Benny pulled in the corn maze, this is exactly the right amount of excitement you need. And this mask, with its wrinkled nose and bared teeth, is doing wonders for you pussy, but it's not going to be able to make you cum. For that, you need more direct stimulation.

"Frankie," you keen, "I need more, please, I can't stand it!"

Frankie stops, goddamn him, he stops. You moan out a protest and Frankie snarls at you. He shoves up your skirt, grabs your panties, and tears them off you. The fabric rips and he shoves you forward.

"Get up."

You crawl onto the bed of the truck, shivering with your ass bare in the evening air. The suspension dips momentarily when Frankie gets up behind you, pawing your ass and tracing a claw between the cheeks down to your dripping core. You push back a little, swallowing when you hear him chuckle.

"So eager... so wet... You need a big, stiff dick to fill you up, don't you?"

"Yes," you manage to answer, head light with anticipation. "I need it, please give it to me."

The belt buckle rattles, then the fly zips open. He lets out a low rumble of relief and take a moment to get himself ready. You know what he's doing: he's putting on the sleeve, that latex thing you ordered online and almost shyly presented to him. The werewolf sleeve with a knot at the root, so insignificant when you measure and tried to imagine it before ordering, so huge when you saw it in person and realized that it was supposed to go inside you. Frankie had been skeptical - he was big enough on his own - but he was also curious, and he loved the fire he saw in you when you suggested that he'd fuck you like an animal. That you wanted to try to take the knot.

You're practically drooling now, knowing that you'll get it soon.

Frankie's paw in between your shoulder blades, and he pushes your chest down onto the bedding. His cock drags between your swollen lips, bumping into your clit before the head slips in, teasing you with the promise - or threat - of how well he could fill you, but doesn't just yet. You exhale in a whine, and Frankie replies with a similar, albeit lower moan, before sliding in, all the way up to the knot.

"Fuck," you keen into the blanket that your face is resting against, "fuck, that's good, that feels so good..."

He pulls out slowly and slams into you anew, drawing a shout from you. He then repositions himself, comes off his knees and onto his feet with bent knees into bulldog, and starts to batter you with his stiff cock. Hands on your upper back, he's pressing you down into the blankets, and you bite into the fabric to keep from getting too loud as he thrusts hard into you, again and again. The truck bed creaks and rocks, your bodies make the music of lewd, wet slapping as he assaults your pussy, and you grip the blanket until your knuckles are white.

"So wet and tight," Frankie pants above you, his furry werewolf torso plastered over your back as he rails you mercilessly. "So desperate for my fat cock, you wanted it so badly, didn't you?"

"Yes!" you cry out, each thrust into your core stealing away a little bit of your breath and brain. Your chin feels cold, and you realize that you're drooling, but you don't care if you look like a cock-hungry slut because that's what you are and you're loving it.

The knot keeps jamming against your slick opening, but Frankie doesn't seem willing to try to cram it in just yet. Your legs are shaking and giving way underneath you, and you almost slide down onto your stomach, but Frankie pulls you back up.

"Stay on your knees!" he snarls. "Don't you dare lie down!"

You gasp something to let him know you're listening, you're compliant, you'll do anything he tells you to. The plastic claws scratch your thigh, and you brace yourself on the soft warm blankets underneath you to stay on your hands and knees.

"Good girl..."

He moves in you just right, he knows what you want and need, and he's giving it to you.

"I'm a good girl," you keen, and his big paw strokes your back. Your pussy clenches, slick and heat pooling as your body sets into a higher gear.

"You are such a good girl," he confirms, breathless voice muffled behind the mask. "So good for me, taking my big cock like this..."

The praise zaps out your brain, and you start to push back on his thrusts.

"Harder, fuck me harder, I wanna cum!"

He knows just what you do, and when you're wailing out your orgasm, arms and legs shaking, he pushes you down on your stomach, ass still up.

"The knot, the knot, gimme the knot!"

The pressure is nothing like you expected: sharp and agonizing as the knot slowly presses into you. You only realize that you're holding your breath when you hear Frankie murmur "Breathe, sweetness, just breathe, you can do it" behind you, and you exhale with a shrieked Oh my God!

"It'stoo much," Frankie frets, pulling out, but you push back.

"Nonono, do it, I need it, do it, please please please!"

Once again, the mass inches into you, and this time you meet it halfway, jamming your ass against Frankie's hips, swallowing the knot and once again losing your breath at how full you are, full to the point of tearing, a string of Oh my God oh my God oh my God fuck fuck fuck spilling from you as you fist the blankets to hard that your knuckles go white.

Through the searing burn, you start to feel the adrenaline. Fuck, that's big, but you got it. You have it all in you, you're doing it, oh my God that's tight but you got it, even if it burns, you got it, and you start to relax and Frankie moans somewhere near your ear, and you flex your walls around him and he moans again, deliciously.

"Fuck me," you beg, "Frankie, fuck me now, with the knot, fuck me and fill me up, I need you to cum inside me, take me, just fuck me!"

He covers you, the polyester fur warm and itchy as he takes you with slow, almost lazy yet deep rolls of his hips, the knot pushing easier into you now, arms with furry, clawed paws around your shoulders and neck, and when he pushes in one last time to empty himself in your core, your eyes roll back and you sob with relief that it's over.

And still, you never want it to be over.

Frankie is still buried in you, has you buried under him, shielding you from the increasing coolness of the October night. It's not until he carefully inches out of you that you realize just how cold it is, and your whine is a protest both against that, against him pulling out, and an expression of your soreness. Frankie immediately throws a blanket over you, then takes off the werewolf head.

"Goddammit, this thing's cooking me alive!"

You open your eyes and try to focus, finding the werewolf snarling right beside you. A pleasurable shiver runs through you, and then you feel the burning heat of Frankie's breath on your neck.

"Are you okay?"

You can only hum, dazed as you still are. Frankie shoves the werewolf head out of the way and lies down next to you, his face just inches away from yours.

"Talk to me, baby."

"Can't," you mumble throatily, and he chuckles.

"Okay."

In the light of the stars and fairy string lights, you see that his face is red and dripping with sweat, his disheveled curls wet and plastered onto his head. His breathing is still labored, and the puffs of air are hot against you.

It's so fucking sexy.

Your pussy is still throbbing, slick and sloppy as his cum oozes out and stains your thighs. You've never felt so filthy, and you're loving it.

Finally, you draw a deep breath and open your eyes to Frankie's attentive gaze.

"I'm good," you tell him, and are immediately rewarded with a smile.

"You liked it, then?"

"Liked it?" you scoff huskily. "Fuck, Frankie... it's the best sex we ever had."

"Not better than that time we..."

"Okay, not better than that," you smile wryly, knowing what occasion he's referring to. "But top three, definitely."

"Really?"

"Frankie... I know you weren't into it from the start but I'm so grateful you decided to give it a try."

You scoot closer and kiss him softly.

"It means so much that you wanted to give this to me."

"I want to make you happy," he whispers against your lips. "And I did like it. You were so fucking hot, baby. When you took the knot, you were... feral. I've never seen you like that."

His hand slides in under the blanket, finding a plump breast straining out of the bodice.

"The costume works for me, too."

His hand travels up your chest, neck, and stops by your cheek, his big thumb dragging over your lips.

"And your lipstick is all smeared out. It's really fucking hot."

You chuckle, flushed from his praise. Frankie kisses you again before letting his lips wander down your cheek and jawline.

"Now that we've done what you're into... can we do the thing that I'm into?"

You bite down on your lower lip, but the giggle still finds its way out.

"Which is?"

Frankie continues to kiss his way down the exposed parts of your body, moving blankets and himself until he's settled between your legs. He collects his spend from around your cunt before pushing it back in with two fingers, lips latching onto your clit.

Your back arches and you see stars, literally, along with the lights strung up on the back of the cabin. The discarded werewolf head grins at you from a corner, and you smile back before your eyes fall shut and you give yourself to pleasure once more.

[minoment]

Foaming at the mouth for sub!graves I want that bitch Obliterated (but anyway i love your writing and happy new year!)

BARKING HOWLING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH LAWD HAVE MERCY. I want to fold him in half and destroy him. Thanks so much for the ask anon! <3

"How about I make you remember?"

Pairing: Sub Phillip Graves x Dom Fem!Reader

Type: Hard NSFW Fic

Tags/Warnings: dom reader, sub character, femdom, hate sex, enemies to lovers, smut to fluff, SWEARING, degrading, slapping, choking, riding, teasing, reader being mean to graves, british reader, grinding, begging, restraining, I think that's it...

A/N: I'm gonna open my asks as soon as I revamp my blog and get my motivation back on track. I will get to the asks still festering in the ask box. I might just write them as thirsts of blurbs since school is keeping me busy. Anyways, enjoyyy <3

i wanna slap his ass so bad its not even funny

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI.

Sun poured through the gap in the curtains, landing harshly on your sleeping face. You groaned sleepily, your head throbbing as you got up to close your blinds. Except they weren't your blinds. The room was unfamiliar to your foggy, hungover brain. Well, until you caught sight of the man who was sleeping beside you.

Phillip fucking Graves. You scowled, a few weak memories drifting back into your tired brain. Yes, thats right, The Shadows, Los Vaqueros and 141 had gone out drinking last night. But how did you end up naked in this jackass's bedroom? You snatched up your bra and panties off the floor before putting them on and striding over to the sleeping man.

You ripped off the covers, the cold air jolting Graves awake as you straddled his naked hips and pinning him down so he couldn't escape. He was clearly hungover too, his eyes sluggishly searching his surroundings before he spoke.

"The hell are you doing? It's only...", he turned his head to check the clock on his bedside, "only 9AM.." he said hoarsly.

You sat back on his hips, making him suck in a sharp breath as you pressed down where he was sensitive.

"I'm not asking you again, bitch." You scowled, cracking your knuckles. "What the fuck happened last night?"

"Well.." Graves swallowed slightly, looking around the room before looking at himself then at you. "We all went out to drink after we dropped Hassan. I guess we must have had too much to drink and... had a little fun with eachother."

"Fuckin' hell-" You groaned, sitting back on your hips and making Graves take sharp breath in. He tried to wriggle you off, obviously not wanting your hips to be pressing down on that area any longer, but you stayed put.

You thought for a moment, having no recollection of anything dirty whatsoever but you were skeptical. His wriggling underneath you was obvious and you weren't stupid, you could feel him getting pent up. Your mind began to wander. What would the great Commander Phillip Graves look like getting fucked into an oblivion of a moaning, slutty mess? Now you just had to know.

"Phillip?" You cooed innocently, looking down at him through your lashes.

"Y-yeah?" He said, distracted. He was still trying to shift underneath you so his growing bulge wasn't as noticeable.

"I really can't remember last night..." You continued sweetly, tightening your thighs around his waist and stopping him from moving. Just for good measure, you wrapped your hand around his neck and shimmied your hips back onto his crotch, feeling everything.

Graves's head dropped back onto the pillows, a breath escaping his lips and dark blush spreading across his cheeks. You could read him like a book and he knew he was fucked. Literally.

You squeezed his neck lightly, still keeping up the sweet act. "I really can't remember what happened..." you pretended to pout, rocking your hips down. "Can you?" You purred, your sickly sweet voice sending shivers down Graves's spine. He shook his head desperately, biting the inside of his cheek to stop any sort of noise from escaping him.

"Shame." You sneered, your voice hardening back to it's usual cold and merciless tone. You leant down, your breath fanning over the shell of his ear. "Maybe we should try again. Have a redo...? How about I make you remember?"

Graves eyes widened and he swallowed hard, his breathing a little heavier as he tried not to meet your gaze. He didn't even know how you both ended up in the same room, he infuriated you and he knew that. Your revenge would be brutal and he knew you would push him until he broke apart beneath you. Nonetheless, he couldn't deny the way his body reacted to your touch.

"Please d-do..." He muttered, barely audible.

"What was that?" You asked, acting as if you hadn't heard him. For good measure you rolled your hips downwards, making him grunt. Your gaze was cold, practically drilling into his soul. "I can't hear you." You smirked cruelly, rocking your hips backwards against him yet again.

"Please.." He whispered, face burning with embarrassment. "Please make me remember.." You raised your eyebrow, leaning down to him and squeezing his neck once more.

"Ask nicely." You cooed, your breath fanning over the shell of his ear.

"Please.." Graves practically whimpered, his heart thumping in his chest. "Please show me.. fuck me.. please~". You were a ruthlessly deadly animal and he knew the only way he could survive your wrath was to give up any remains of his pride or control.

You gritted your teeth in satisfaction at his response, squeezing his throat and rocking your hips brutally against his bulge. He choked out a moan, grasping for your waist. You quickly denied him, gripping both his wrists in one hand and pinning them over his head, keeping your other hand tightly around his throat.

"God fucking dammit Graves.." You growled in his ear, your lower half pressed harshly against his groin.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you. Make you scream my name like the pathetic, needy, little slut you are." You sneered softly, your lips brushing his ear.

The gravelly sound of your voice and the feeling of your breath made Graves heart skitter in his chest, his breath heaving in pure need as you whispered those filthy words in his ear. He couldn't help himself, a pathetic noise leaving his lips as he closed his eyes. It was too much, you were playing with him like a cat plays with a wounded mouse.

"Please..." He whimpered, his breathy weak voice higher than usual as he gasped for air. "Please don't stop. Be mean to me. Ruin me.."

You couldn't control yourself any longer, your primal urges exploding through your veins like a roaring tsunami of wild lust and vicious needs to destroy him. Your hand squeezed down on his neck completely, roughly bucking your hips against his naked crotch. He coughed and let his head fall back onto the mattress, crying out in pleasure.

"You filthy little bitch." You spat, keeping your hand tightly around his neck and lifting your hips up to yank off your panties once more. His breath came in ragged, breathy gasps as you dragged your thumb down his shaft and slicking him up with his own precum.

He shuddered beneath you, attempting to catch his breath but you gave no mercy. You thrust his length deep inside your warmth, making him choke back a cry of pleasure and arch his back upwards as your walls tightened viciously around him.

"F-fuck~" He moaned brokenly, pathetically trying to buck his hips upwards into you. "Ple-ase~"

Your frustrations for this man only intensified your need to fuck him stupid, make him sob and cry in pleasure until he apologized for the non-existent reason he pissed you off.

You slapped him hard across the face, making him practically cum right then and there.

"Please what?" You said coldly, your own steely tone surprising you although you didn't show it.

You clenched around him, making him whimper as he struggled to pull his hand from your vice-like grip. Your hips moved slowly on his beautiful shaft, making you sigh softly as you used him for your pleasure. He bit his lip to stifle his lewd noises, trying to stay on your good side.

"Please.. use me as your toy darlin'.." he gasped out, his American accent more prominent with desperation as you moved yourself painfully slowly up and down his thick length. "I need more~"

You hummed in reply, his cock beautifully moulding your insides to his shape and spreading a molten hot feeling of pleasure throughout your body. Maybe, just maybe, you could warm up to him.

"Please ma'am.. I'm beggin' you~" he whispered, doing his best to stay still and not make too much noise. "Fuck me."

Oh he was being such a good boy. It made you want to praise him, kiss him, give him what he wanted and most importantly, use him. You stayed like that for a while, torturing him with slow, sadistic pleasure as he tried to muffle his groans and whines by turning his head and biting down on the pillows.

Soon enough, you caved, the temptation of breaking him down into a messy slut became too much. You wanted to destroy him. Make his eyes roll back until he cried out so loudly his neighbours would know you by name.

You drew yourself up, leaving just his pretty pink tip inside you before slamming your hips down with a grunt of pleasure.

Graves moaned, the fabric of the pillow dropping from his lips as slurred strings of 'thank you's and 'fuck me's and 'ma'am please's were torn from his throat as you rode him hard.

Your skin slapped against his, the bed rocking with the force of your frustrated, pounding downward thrusts. You let out nothing but harsh panting breaths and the occasional rough groan since you were two busy focused on the man breaking down beneath you.

His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his eyes rolling back as tears of pure ecstasy trickled down his cheeks. Drool slipped from the corner of his kiss-bitten lips as uncontrollable moans and choked sobs were ripped from his throat. He looked gorgeous.

Not a minute and a half in, Graves tensed up and his back arched, his eyes squeezing shut as a gravelly cry was pulled from the bottom of his lungs. He came hard, thick ropes of his release painting your insides as he lost his mind.

He went limp as his body was spent, but no, you didn't stop. You would never stop. Not until you had done exactly what he begged so sweetly for..

You were going to use him until your name died on his lips.

He looked up at you with bleary eyes, his mind foggy as you kept him hard inside you, overstimulating and using his pretty cock. He couldn't even form words to thank you, he just looked up at you in complete reverence as tears dripped from his long blonde lashes.

You let go of his wrists and neck, cupping his face before leaning down and kissing him sweetly. The action was so gentle and full of praise compared to the merciless thrusts of your hips. You held his hands, guiding one down to press his thumb against your swollen clit.

With each piston of your hips, a wave of pleasure rocked through your body from the delicious friction making you moan lowly into Graves's mouth. He would whimper in return, squeezing your other hand while he rubbed gentle circles onto your clit as you rode.

Soon enough your high came rushing through your body. It hit you like a freight train, your body tensing and trembling as you clenched and constricted around Graves. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan as your eyes rolled back, your release soaking the sheets beneath you.

Your tightness sent Graves crashing over the edge into euphoria and he cried out loudly, his moans interrupted by desperate gasps for air.

You lay your head on his shoulder as you both went limp, the room silent except for the heavy panting of both parties. He gently removed his hand from between you two, keeping the other tightly holding yours. He gently ran his fingers down your lightly scarred back, eventually drawing up the courage to hug you close.

A gentle, breathless laugh escaped your lips, making him smile to himself.

"Do I still piss you off, darlin'?" he asked softly, his voice raspy from moaning and panting.

"Most definitely.." you replied, your tone of voice giving away the small amount of fondness you had for this insufferable American.

NOTE: I AM SO SORRY FOR DOING THIS SO LATE. I GOT THIS ASK IN JANUARY. ANON I HOPE YOU SEE THIS, I APOLOGIZE 😭🙏

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And my special CoD babygirl simp @toshidou (I tagged you just in case 🤫)

[punkrockscully]

"Kiss Me Underneath the Moon's Side Boob"

"I play the [wolf howling sound]"

You will say it’s not like that but, oh, boy, how many door-frames have you watched him from? You can dodge questions like lazy punches all you want but the nebulous aura of you-and-him has gotten so sharp it cuts—purple-flowered fields giving way to hot hot heat in grown-up bodies, Beatles-like baby-faces turned angular, eyes gone darkish and lusty and searingly hooked.

When he chases you, those thoughts— whispering bedsprings, a shimmying, and then rejoice in trembling and gravitational alignment, two worshipful dogs rolling around in a good smell. Still—and you cannot stress this enough— it’s not like that.

2. "I play the midnight moon"

And the ease in which you say it doesn’t surprise you but maybe it should—nothing surprises you but everything surprises you, with him, his flailing limbs, water-glow softness even as he’s karate chopping and doing ninja kicks. Slumped on his knees blitzed out of his mind, then crawling toward you in an animal prowl, your face wide-open and obvious— freak him out on purpose so he won’t notice the achingly soft light in your eyes.

3. "Midnight has got the hots for me"

You weave through everything he does—Mr. Midnight with the slutty curve of your waist on display. Curl yourself around him like a perfect spiral, conjoined, entangled, he will never be rid of you— eyes persistently dark, bearing down from across a stage or inches away huddled in his body. Puppy-lack of space between you, not borrowed but owned, touches that belong to you— he’s a giver, and you can be awfully persuasive but it’s not like he needs to be convinced to press his face conspicuously close to yours.

4. "Looking up at the moon wonderin' ... who's he kissin'"

You spent so long kissing anything to get the itch for him out of your mouth, tongue-first introductions but now you keep your lips to yourself unless they’re centimeters away from his. Your mouths were made for each other, molded from the same primordial clay to fit together quick and perfect— again, again, again—he always chickens out when you push too far, but how can you not push when he’s backed up against you swinging his little tambourine?

The moon winks her eye down on you leading each other away from a crowd, jubilant in your wanderings, drawn-out breaths in each other’s necks—he’s indefinable but you always have the words: life’s little lovescapes tripping from too-fast mouths, he shines under cold moonlight where you could touch him and have your fingertips come away glistening with unseeable stars.

5. "Pull me in close on a crisp eve, baby"

Moon-monster, deliberate gaze, glint of a shine in his eyes that took absolutely forever but not when you look directly at the source— headlong dive into a blissful hazy muttering hips-down on the greenroom couch while he plays a song with your own whining. You always get what you want even when you push him away, laughing at the lengths you go to kiss him.

another one :)

for @uhbasicallyjustmilex who prompted me with that lollapalooza interview (I think it was lolla idk) anyway kat was braver than the US marines for those questions, I honestly hope she's living her best life

[star2fishmeg]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Yasushi x reader where Yasushi and the reader have been dating a while and the reader wants to loose her virginity to him. Obviously it’s no big deal if you don’t want to do it, but imma shoot my shot. Thank you for your time either way!

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Pairing: Nishikawa Yasushi x afab!reader

Summary: y/n’s lewd teasing reaching his dick for the nth time, yasushi wants to see how much bite there is to the bark

Warnings: 18+ smut, both are virgins, reader’s kinda pervy, swearing, tit sucking, petnames (pretty, babe, good girl), doggy style, fingering, y/n’s arse gets slapped once, degradation (slut), implies aftercare

Authors note: Thank you for requesting!! I love Yasushi!! I hope you enjoy!

Request: above!

Pleasant. That’s one way to describe y/n. It’s how a lot of people describe y/n upon meeting her. She sat quietly on the roof of Oya, Yasushi on one side and Fujio on the other, talking her ear off while she smiled and laughed, engaging politely with his puppy-like energy. Yasushi, her boyfriend of two years, sulked while Kiyoshi laughed so hard at the innocent act she was playing, that he started choking. But put y/n with her friends? Well, she couldn’t physically keep her mouth closed and the number of unhinged and borderline perverted sentences that left it, you’d think the woman at Oya was an imposter.

One conversation where she slipped up was when Kiyoshi turned and asked the deadly question, “do women like subby men?” and at that moment Yasushi felt the ground swallow him whole and he hung his head in defeat. Don’t get him wrong, he loved y/n, her energy, her mind, her everything. But the day where they sat in her living room, and she casually spilled how she ‘wanted to ride his abs’ and how she could ‘cum at his slutty waist’, he thought he’d been dreaming, his dick instantly relieved that she thought the same things he did. So being asked that kind of question, in front of the rest of the boys, he just sat back and waited for her to explain in the most graphic and shameless way she could, not that he’d complain, despite his external reaction.

“Well, yeah. Seeing a man, begging, and whining how he wants to cum badly and practically shaking in overstimulation, is so fucking hot.”

Needless to say, the boys sat wide-eyed, blinking in disbelief that her brain and mouth produced that kind of sentence so openly while her boyfriend sat next to her, slouched in defeat and completely unfazed, his dick almost twitching if he hadn’t been concentrating. If anyone was taking a fall in that moment, it was him. The chain reaction started with Nakaoka slowly craning his head towards Yasushi, then deep giggling from Nakagoshi only encouraged shit-eating smirks from Fujio and Tsukasa and Kiyoshi gave the final blow by erupting into a howling on par with a hyena before they all kicked off at once. Y/n smirked herself, sitting back with a smug look spread proudly across her face.

“So,” Kiyoshi wheezed, almost panting, “So let’s say Yasushi likes being dommed-“

“-Don’t fuel the fire, you bastard!” Yasushi groaned, slapping his best friend square over the head, and throwing himself back into the sofa he was on, closing his eyes and pretending that he was dreaming.

“It would be so fucking hot, and I’d fuck him until he’s crying.” She exclaimed too passionately, the widest grin across her lips and eyes lighting up in pure excitement. Yasushi abruptly stood up, pulling y/n by the hand with him and taking a swift exit, y/n shouting her goodbyes as she stumbled to keep up with his pace.

“Fuck, I’m gonna have to listen to that tonight.” Nakagoshi grumbled, realising that he was in fact, Yasushi’s neighbour.

--

The door slammed behind them, Yasushi dragging y/n through his apartment. Swinging his bedroom door open, pulling her through it and slamming it closed again. Y/n couldn’t help but smile, excitement pooling in her stomach and soaking her underwear as she let herself be shoved up against the door, Yasushi looming over her.

“If you wanted to fuck me, you could’ve just said so instead of making a scene.” He hissed, hands gripping the fabric on her hips and shoving his knee between her legs. Y/n gasped, legs buckling at his thigh muscles tensing over her clothed clit.

“I know you want it badly, wanted to rile you up so you’d fuck me to sleep,” her hand slid to his nape, fingers toying with his hair until their lips almost touched, “Or is that too much to ask for?”

For someone who’d never had sex in her life, the way the words fell off her tongue made her seem like she knew what she was doing. Butterflies bounced off all walls of his stomach, so much he wanted to vomit them back up, head racing and heart pounding in his ears. Eyes meeting hers, his throat went dry watching her lick her lips and feeling the rush of electricity down his spine as her fingers tugged at his roots. Using a man’s weakness to get her way, a lethal y/n move. With a deep exhale through his nose and a surge of adrenaline, their lips crashed into a sloppy kiss, teeth chattering and tongues lapping over each other as hands clawed at each other’s bodies. A series of connecting and reconnecting kisses followed them towards the bed, where her hands started unbuttoning the blouse of her uniform while his pulled his own shirt over his head.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, c’mere.” He purred, hands sliding around the curve in her spine and up her back, chests pressed together as he tugged her blouse off. He dove back into her neck, kissing and nipping along the column to hear the whimpers slip through her lips while his fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, until he eventually pulled it off and throwing it across his room.

Looking up at him with a coquettish gaze, her hands grazed over his shoulders, tracing his lean chest and torso until her fingers reached his belt.

“You sure you wanna do this, ‘Shi?” she whispered, words dripping like syrup from her lips, barely inches apart from his before he swept her into a gentle kiss, taking her hands off his belt and undoing it himself. With all clothes discarded except the thin material of their underwear the only barricade between them, y/n laid herself against his pillows, watching Yasushi straddle over her hips, caressing her thighs and thumbs circling her hips until he latched his lips over her nipple. His tongue slid and swirled, lips suckling and feeling greedier with every needy mewl she released. He released her tit, breath tickling her skin as he moved to the other breast, swirling saliva around the nipple and leaving sweet kisses over the tissue.

“Please, Yasushi!” she whined, nails digging into his forearms as her pussy throbbed for attention. Pulling himself away from her, his palms pawed at her chest, groping, and massaging the fat before burying his face between them.

“Patience, pretty. We’ve only gone as far as fingering before, lemme be nervous.” His voice husky, hooking his fingers around her panties and sliding them off her legs one leg at a time. His thumb rubbed her clit, groaning at how his fingers slid perfectly through her folds from her arousal and ascending at her helpless whimpers.

“Oh shit!” she sighed, jolting up onto her elbows. Yasushi’s head snapped towards her, panic in his stomach, “No- don’t stop, I wanted this so bad.”  

He craved to feel her with his fingers, he though about it every day, every time she sat on his lap, all he wanted was to have her literally wrapped around his fingers. It felt better than the first time.

“Been thinking ‘bout this every time I see you.” Inserting his middle finger slowly, pumping at a steady pace while his thumb continued to circle her numb, his dick painfully straining in his boxers as he watched himself make work of her cunt.

“More, ‘Shi, need more.”

A second finger inserting, with languid pumps followed by her panting. Y/n stomach knotted, the coil twisting tight to the brink of combustion. He curled his fingers, and she chanted his name feeling the sweat trickle down her temple. Gripping the sheets, her legs trembled as she let out an exasperated cry, Yasushi’s fingers drowning in a pool of her release, thrusting it back into her and smearing it over her folds.

“That’s so fucking hot, babe,” he laughed, grin plastered on his face. He glanced at his fingers, bringing them to his lips and licking the cum off from them as she watched intently. “Do it again.”

“You got any condoms? I wanna try something.”

He threw his head back, cackling like a victorious man, “Fuck, babe! I love you!” and leant over to his nightstand, rummaging through the crap he shoved in there, before tearing one open. Practically tearing his boxers off, cock springing free.

“Yasushi, you’re exactly how I imagined,” she purred, licking her lips with half-lidded eyes. She watched him roll the condom on, sitting up and gliding her fingers over his length and hearing the shaky breath he let out, “I need you in me, now. Cunt’s so needy for your cock, ‘Shi.”

He crashed his lips to hers again, tongue sliding past and ignited a fire within her. Pulling back, y/n pushed his body off hers slightly, flipping herself onto her stomach and pushing her arse up at him, wiggling it and watching his lips tug into his signature smirk. His hands glazed over the globes, kneading at the flesh, and giving it a firm slap, y/n moaning at the contact.

“Oh, so you liked that, huh?” he rasped, lining himself up, “Tell me if this hurts, okay?”

She hummed in response, fingers clutching his bedsheets as he slowly pushed himself in, letting her adjust to his size. He rested his hands on her hips, gliding them up and down her waist gently, waiting for her call for him to move.

“You can…can move.” She whimpered, mouth opening when his hips rocked into her, cock sliding and stretching her perfectly to him. The newfound pleasure of her pussy swallowing him so enticing her eyes rolled to the back of her head, his smirk only sticking as he watched the way he disappeared into her. Yasushi exhaled, leaving butterfly kisses down her spine until his lips met her shoulder, breath tingling against her ear. His hand engulfed her tit, while the other arm wrapped around her waist, the rhythm of his thrusting falling into place.

“You’re so tight, squeezing me real nice.” He murmured, the husk in his voice sending chills through her bones.

“Feels s’good,” head starting to fog and stars clouding her vision, “Faster, ‘Shi! Split me open!”

Fingers began to grope her breast, his other hand creeping back to her clit and wasting no time to toy, rubbing circles and pinching. She threw her head back onto his shoulder, Yasushi capturing her into a messy kiss as his hips pounded into her cunt, cock throbbing with every draw back and rut.

“Doin’ s’fucking well for me,” he grunted, slamming back in suddenly, “Such a fucking slut, this what you wanted?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Y/n let out a strangled mewl, his hand letting go of her chest and tangling itself in her hair, fingers still working her clit while he pressed her face into the mattress. Tears welled in her eyes, pleas spilling from her mouth for him to keep going. Yasushi’s rutting became sloppy, losing it’s rhythm as his need to cum imprisoned him, fucking into her faster and hitting the spot where she released the filthiest moans at the most.

“So good! M’gonna cum, ‘Shi!” she choked out.

Placing a kiss to her neck, moving his hand out of her hair, and propping himself onto her forearm, desperate, guttural grunts harmonised with her high-pitched mewling, “Me too, pretty. Cum for me.”

A filthy heaven, that’s where she though she was. All that time fantasising over him and how he’d fuck her coming to life. Nights with her own fingers plunging into herself, thinking about his groaning and expressions, his cum over her body. His low grunting was enough to send waves of euphoria over her, orgasm shaking through her as he fucked her through the high, the wet sounds of her cum soaking his cock as she stuffed her face into his sheets.

“Good girl,” he whispered, voice shaking upon his own release as he slid out of her. Y/n’s muscles collapsed entirely, flat into the mattress and Yasushi placing kisses sporadically over her skin before catching his own breath, chest heaving.

--

Stroking her hair, he held her bare – and now clean – body against his. The sunset seeping through his blinds over them, highlighting the beauty and alluring element his brown eyes had.

“You did so well, pretty. Such a good girl,” his fingers traced slow patterns over her thigh, “How you feelin’?”

“Mmm s’good. I don’t know what came over you, but it was hot.”

“Neither, but was it enough to brag to the boys about?”

“No,” she giggled, “Haven’t ridden you yet.”

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[spacehostilityy]

Okie well I can't shut up ever so I'm going to compile my thoughts here on Tumblr as I rewatch nnt fom the beginning !! Also pls feel free to scream and/or rewatch with me👉👈👀

Kinda long so more thots below the cut

Season 1, episodes 1-6

I forgot how good the writing and animation are in the first season, like they truly thrived under aniplex😔 the brief white blood period in I think season 3 shows us just how good we had it

I love seeing Hawk and Meliodas's relationship, and his star Boar earring😭 plus having the Boar hat as the main location is just so comforting !!

Also I JUST realized his name is hawk because of a ham hok😭😭 this is like when I realized toe mater's name was tomato at the ripe age of 18

I miss the holy knights being powerful. Like I get that the Sins are always more powerful than them, had a long way to go in terms of power ups, and meliodas straight up had most of his power sealed but like DAMN. They were so cool in season 1 !! Gil was such a badass😭 I guess I just wish that the holy knights powered up along with the Sins

Seeing the very first episode got me thinking about the original pilot Manga (chapter 0) and how cool it might have been !! Like I love the story we got, but I do think those versions of Mel and Elizabeth maybe would have been better than the ones we got😳 like I just really like Meli's original design, I feel like he looks a bit older, and chapter 0 Elizabeth is simply superior ngl. She's funny, brave, and assertive - a lot more like Liz and goddess Elizabeth, except funnier

The first half of season 1 has one of my fave intro and outros like damn I forgot how fucking cool they were. Some of my fave songs to !! (my all time fave is def howling from season 3 part 2 (i think lol) tho)

Like look how cool this is !!! It reminds me of this pic from the manga

Speaking of intros, I miss the title cards !! Like look how cute this is !!

Everytime the fiddle (?) Music plays I get SO FUCKING HYPED BRO like damn Ik it's through all the seasonal and I'm so glad it is because it's rlly the perfect hype song - here it is on Spotify

Also Gil is such a badass in early episodes, I love his strength !! This moment is the fucking coolest and you can't convince me otherwise

Overall, I think the attention to detail is just better, the sounds the armor makes, the animation and drawings (esp background characters), Meliodas just sounds a bit older too (and I have theories on his voice here if u want them 👀)

The whole perv thing is really exhausting really quickly. Almost surprised 14 year old me made it through this as the 2nd anime I ever watched and the 1st I watched alone

I feel like Diane got shorter through the seasons. Like she doesn't compare to Hawk Mama like she did in season 1, and I think that's a damn shame. Let my giant girl be giant !!

She's also a decent bit more violent and I enjoy that thoroughly. She's just a silly goofy kween😌

Also her original costume is superior, her boots are just👌

Just realized that Meliodas was like an older brother/mentor to Gil and now they're brothers in law 😭😭

Also young Elizabeth and Gil are so cute😭 I always forget that they grew up together too

I love Hawk, but I feel like kicking him would just be so satisfying 😔

HOLY SHIT I forgot how badass Ban is when weren't first introduced to him !!

The humming while impaled and bleeding out he really is that girl tm

He's such a masochist. A damn if it isn't kinda hot.

Wow they really introduced Diane's body issues and then almost never bring them up again

Also my plus size Diane headcanon is so real like damn. Body issues girlies are being represented by her fr😔

Ban's slutty waist. That's it. That's the thot.

Also his pre series hair. First season reminding me why I love Ban sm

Lowkey miss the dragon handle sword. The broken blade was so cool:( Lostvayne still cool tho

I think it's so funny how they always wore their armor as holy knights, and yet anytime they wear armor in the present time line, it just immediately cracks off😭

Really anything except pants is going to be blasted off🤪

Okay SO in episode 5, when Ban is about to get his scar from the dragon handle sword, he tells Meliodas "you and me have been hanging together for a lot of years now." This scene takes place 12 years before present (bp). Does this mean Ban and Meliodas were friends before the formation of the Sins? Or was Ban the first after him and Merlin? Ban has been immortal 20 years BP, leaving 8 years in between present and the flashback. 8 years before this scene, Meliodas was still in Danafal/Danfor and would be for another 4 years. What does any of this mean? Idk, just thot it was intriguing lol.

Also how did I not notice this is the first time we see demon!Meliodas !! Baby's first sighting as an unnatural creature with otherworldly rage🥰🥰

Also the fact we never see the scar Gil gave him again lol. Plus him presumably needing to do demon mode so hellfire can heal him is actually rlly cool

Just thought about how Elizabeth laying her hand on his chest to check the scar was the first time in years his love touches him with gentleness or concern🥲🥲

The fact that it took me 6 years to realize that when Meliodas says he'll keep the promise he made to Elizabeth, even if she should die is referencing the promise he made to her originally to break their curses🥲😬😤😭😭😭😭

6'11 Ban thinking that he even had a chance in fitting in Jericho's armor is just so... him

Diane calling Elizabeth kiddo is so fucking cute🥺

Also they definitely get away with a lot more innuendos and swears. The words badass and foreplay in the same episode? Impressive

[puppyplayhouse]

I am GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE I AM CHEWING THE FLOOR BOARDS I AM CLAWING THE CARPET I AM BITING LIVE WIRES I AM HOWLING I AM FERAL I AM RABID I NEED TO BE EUTHANISED ON SIGHT DEAR GOD MARK LEE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME WITH YOUR SLUTTY WAIST AND PRETTY HANDS

[ohcaptains]

that barking howling growling sound you hear? dont mind that it’s just me going feral at the thought of you writing for John price and his slutty lil waist 💕🙃☠️

nooo cause i just bought modern warefare 2 & im playing the first one now and oh godddd thinking about him 😩😩😩😩😩

[pearl-blue-musings]

omg that’s me with after the archon quest in inazuma im so STUCK and CONFUUUUUUSED like heLP EJDVWJVSJE but i have confidence that you’ll beat Signora!! she is one tough bitch tho i’m ngl. my best advice? just bring lots n lots of food and healing/stat boosting food bc thats how i beat her. plus lots of cryo (maybe hydro too?)

there’s just something about blondes and their tiny slutty waists that make me go 🤪😵‍💫😮‍💨🤤 HEBSBSBBEBSBDBBS they just hit different for sure

I’m trying 😩😩😩😩 what team did you have to beat her??? I’m struggling so hard

Unf yes like howl from howls moving castle??? 😮‍💨

[l1tw1ck]

Change of Heart

FTM!Gorou x Top!Male Reader

Request | Kinktober

Contains: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Corruption, Breeding, Mating Press

Words: 633 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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"Let me go!" Gorou yells, struggling in his restraints.

"I love you, Gorou," You caress Gorou's cheek. "Don't fight me."

He spits in your face. "I would never love a freak like you."

You frown and untie Gorou, making him think you're giving up. Before he can say anything, you force him onto the ground and tie his hands behind his back.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Gorou squirms around, trying to escape.

You rip his pants off, his underwear coming along with it.

His tail stands on end. "Stop!" He finally starts to feel fear and begs for you to stop.

You of course ignore him and spread his legs, licking his clit and rubbing his thighs.

He bites his lip, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing that you're making him feel good. Albeit the way his toes and tail curl from the way your tongue is working him make his effort useless.

Gorou kicks you, too ashamed to come from a situation like this. You decide to save him the embarrassment and pull away.

You take your dick out and poke his entrance teasingly.

"No! Get away from me!" He squirms and tries to inch away from you but your hand on his waist stops him.

"Shh." You bury your cock in him, making him cry in pain.

"You- you're a si- sick freak!" Gorou mewls. "Get out!"

"Your pussy's sucking me in, I couldn't pull out even if I wanted to." You smirk, pulling on his tail. Gorou clenches around you in response. You hum in approval.

"I thought you were better than this." Gorou growls. "You're scum."

"I have a knack for deceiving people." You grip his waist and start thrusting into him.

"Aah~!" Gorou digs his nails into his palms, hard enough to draw blood. He can't handle the way you're dragging your cock along his walls and hitting his g-spot over and over while you tug on his sensitive tail, it's so much stimulation and pleasure that you have him orgasming in minutes.

He moans loudly as he squirts around your length, his cheeks burn red when he realizes what happened.

"Aw, it feels that good?" You tease him, fucking him even faster.

Gorou only moans in response, still going through the aftershocks of his orgasm. He can barely think, every thought of how much he hates you or this situation being pushed away with each of your thrusts.

His brain stops worrying about the pain and focused on the pleasure, his tongue lolls out and his eyes start to cross. Gorou's moans start to get even louder and more slutty, his primal urges rising to the surface and making him go feral. "Fuck~! Breed me~! Please~!" For Gorou, it feels like he's still orgasming.

"Shit- you want me to come inside you?" You smirk.

"Plea- please~! Wah~ wanna hav- have your pup- puppies~!" Gorou nods rapidly.

"Who knew the General was such a slut~" You flip him over, still inside, and position him into a mating press.

Gorou's face is red and wet with tears, drool, and snot.

"I'll make sure you give birth to a full litter." You fuck him harder, deeper, and rougher. Gorou practically howls, further losing himself to your cock.

"Yes~! Yes~!" Gorou grins. "So good~!"

You nibble on one of his ears, causing him to come again.

"Hu- hurry~! Fil- fill me up~!" He moans. "Ple- please~! Need- need your cum~!"

You finally give Gorou what he wants, hips stuttering as you reach your release.

Gorou whines happily and forces you to stay inside him. You move into a more comfortable position to rest with him.

He snuggles up into your chest and lets you hug him. "You're mine now."

Gorou nods and mumbles, "Yours." in response.

[the-iceni-bitch]

OKAY YOU DONT WANT MY FIRSTBORN SO HOW DO I BRIBE FOR THIS?!?!

WHATEVER YOU WANT IT’S YOURS JUST PLSSSSS MORE RANSOM JAKE

Literally the only bribe I require is screaming in my inbox. So here ya go!

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (protected anal sex, dirty talk, power bottom Jake, slightly rough sex), alcohol consumption, established relationship, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

“C’mon, Gem.” Jake purred into Ransom’s mouth as he pulled him towards the bedroom, feeling needy and practically humping Ransom’s hip as he clutched desperately at him. “Need it.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you need, blondie.” Ransom grinned against Jake’s lips as the man growled at him. “Not a mind reader, J.”

“God, you tease.” Jake snarled once he finally got the bedroom door open, turning and shoving Ransom onto the bed before he started ripping off his clothes. “You’re gonna fuck me.”

“Am I?” Ransom grinned when he pulled his shirt over his head, biting his lip when Jake stepped out of his jeans and climbed on top of him.

“Yeah.” Jake bit Ransom’s lip as he started to undo his fly, pressing his body into the bed and groaning as he rolled into him. “Wanna feel you for a week.”

“You want me to wreck you, blondie?” Ransom purred when Jake grabbed his hair at the roots and yanked his head back so he could sink his teeth into his jaw.

“Yes.” Jake sat up and whined as Ransom pulled out a condom and tore open the wrapper with his teeth. “Need that big cock. Wan’ you to blow my fucking back out.”

“Christ, three shots of tequila and you turn into a little slut, huh?” Ransom grabbed the lube from the bedside table and slicked himself up, wrapping a hand around Jake’s throat and pulling his face to his as he rolled the two of them and lined himself up. “You want me to prep you, J?”

“Just get inside me!” Jake practically howled when Ransom finally speared into him, winding his legs around his waist as he started slamming his hips into his ass. “Yes, that’s it, tear my ass up.”

“Oh, filthy boy.” Ransom gave Jake’s ass a firm smack that had the man arching into him and moaning wantonly, his fingers digging bruises into Jake’s hips as he pounded into him. “You like that, huh?”

“Fucking love it. God… fuck me. Fuck this ass so good.” Jake reached his arms over his head and arched his back in one of the prettiest damn displays Ransom had ever seen as he let out a happy whine. “Love being full of that big fucking dick… mmm.”

Jake was whining and moaning each time Ransom’s hips met his ass, his slutty little noises making Ransom almost feral. He couldn’t take his eyes fr the way the blonde’s pretty cock was bouncing with each thrust, a thin ribbon of precum leaking all over his abs as he gave a tiny wiggle and clenched hard around Ransom’s dick.

“God… shit, you’re so fucking tight.” Ransom growled as he leaned over Jake and bit at his throat, groaning when he felt his fingers dig into the small of his back. “You gonna come blondie?”

“Mmhm, gonna come so fucking hard.” Jake whimpered when Ransom rolled into him in a filthy grind. “That’s it, fill this ass up, want all a’ that fucking cum.”

“Oh fuck, baby.” Ransom groaned against Jake’s throat as his hips started to stutter. “I’m gonna give it you.”

“Yeah? Please, need it.” Jake whined when Ransom slotted his lips over his and slid his tongue into his mouth. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming.”

“Good, that’s a good boy.” Ransom purred as he nibbled on Jake’s lips, holding him close as his body shook and he let out a thin wail, his cum shooting all over their stomach and chests as Ransom throbbed and filled the condom.

The two of them collapsed into each other once they were finished, their limbs tangled together as they breathed heavily and gazed at each other. Jake chuckled when Ransom nuzzled at his cheek, his hands squeezing his ass and keeping him close as they came down.

“No condom next time.” Jake bit Ransom’s ear and the brunette let out a rich laugh, sucking a bruise against his throat and humming softly. “Want you to fill me up until I’m leaking you for a week.”

[hecksupremechips]

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