#it turned into wet glop??

[ampharos-posts]

wet glop... :(

[carebearbussy]

ᥫ᭡ thinking about heian era! sukuna having a heavy breeding kink, seemingly out of nowhere.

you bring up a mere idea at dinner, the conversation quickly turning normal, to you bringing up an idea he had never given a second thought to.

"do you ever want kids with me, 'kuna?"

you would ask him, innocently enough, a sickeningly sweet tone hidden beneath your words. but you would already know the answer to this question. he would look up at you, then back down at his food, annoyance pondering his mind. eating a slab of salmon sashimi, he took a bite, chewing slow enough to hint at his potential answer. placing down his chopsticks, he would look back up at you, scoffing to himself at your foolish inquiry.

"those small, annoying humans that require too much attention for their own good? no thank you, i have better things to attend to."

he says, focusing on the meal before him. but his thoughts soon get the best of him. and now that he thinks about it, he will need an heir eventually. and not only that, but what would you be like? as a mother specifically. you would require more attention than most of the time. which was something he secretly enjoyed indulging in, despite his negative reasoning towards infants. how would you look?

you would be more swollen than usual, you stomach would grow larger by day, your breasts will most definitely become more full by the day. the bigger picture, which was you, enticed him in a way. something about seeing you round with his child really had his head going.

and so thats how you ended up here, you knees tightly locked against your stomach, as sukuna absolutely plows into your already stuffed cunt.

this was the seventh time? eighth time? at this point, you couldn't keep track. but he had came wayyyy too many times more than an average man should be able to. it was excruciating, really, the whimpers leaving your mouth, his hands bringing your knees closer to your chest with every move of his hips.

his seed was leaking out of you, glop by glop, dripping down your bottom even more, as he kept going harder and rougher. splashes of your juices paired with his cum stained the bed, the squelching of your pussy becoming deafening with every smack of his heavy balls against the rim of your ass. and the tight grip he had on your locks wasn't helping his case.

"hah, you're gonna give your king his offspring? yeah? r' you gonna be a good little mother f'me? make me an heir?"

he asks, your head barely able to focus on anything other than trying to stay sane. you felt sooo full, but this apparently wasn't enough for sukuna, or his heavy urges to breed your sloppy cunt. you nod eagerly, not wanting him to go any harder than he already has. but with the way he kept abusing your womb, it seemed like you were enjoying it, as sukuna relishes in your facial expression, your eyes rolling back, your mouth hung open wide enough to stuff two of his free fingers in.

"you'd be such a good mother, so obedient too. you wanted to rile me up, didn't you? i'll give you what you want, woman."

moaning into his fingers, you swirl your tongue around his digits, making him hum contently. you try to focus your vision onto his eyes, but the way he pushed his chest further into yours, had you practically cross eyed. hitting a new angle, you felt yourself completely let go, officially adding onto your list of orgasms you had previously had that night.

he released his fingers from your mouth, a coat of your saliva stringing upon release. he ceases to pull out of you, instead letting himself nuzzle nicely into your warmth, releasing yet again inside of you, earning a whine of complaint on your behalf. he playfully slaps your cheek with his wet hand, trailing it down to your pussy, playing in the ring of his semen around his cock. you squirm slightly, as you watch him then bring his cum coated fingers up to your mouth, pushing them back inside your mouth, making you taste his seed, some of his cum pooling around your lips.

"does that taste good? i bet it does, since you seem to love my seed so much. i cant wait to see you so full, besides from right now, of course."

[romanarose]

Take It All

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: Miguel fucks your throat. That's it.

Warnings: Throat fucking, choking, BALLS, gagging choking on cock, a whole lot of talk of spit (I have OCD, do you see what I do you for you all?), a lil bit of spitting up/some stomach bile shit, some struggling to breath. Fluffy at the end.

Anyway, enjoy, whores.

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“Just like that, asi mami, take it further”

Miguel had you pinned against the wall, strong legs keeping your shoulders pressed into the plaster. He gave you orders on how to suck his dick despite being the one forcing it down your throat.

“Think you can take it all this time?”

You mumbled in affirmative, throat contracting around his cock as Miguel groaned. Pulling out just briefly, you take a deep breath and he quickly thrusts back inside you, your throat burning with the stretch of him as he slides down your wet, warm mouth. Fuck, he was so deep, you couldn’t help touch yourself.

“Needy little thing.” He teases you when he sees your touching. “Does it turn you on when I abuse your little throat?”

With a whine, you scramble to reach up and grab his hand. You want him to feel it, to feel himself in your throat. Miguel, however, pulled out, causing you to whine again.

“Babyyyyy I didn’t tap out! You promised!” Miquel loved how you sucked cock, but he got nervous when he was in control, not wanting to hurt you. You had made him promise to keep going until you tap out, or unless he really thinks you need him to pull out.

He looks guilty, but smiles softly as he wipes your face with his sleeve. “Thought you were trying to tell me to stop.”

Jacking him off still, you grin up at Miguel. “No, I finally took you all the way! I was trying to show you that you can feel your cock in my throat!” Excitement was clear as you explain. You never were able to get that far before, and despite the drool falling down your neck and onto your low cut tank top and the heavy dark mark up of your eyes beginning to run, he thought you looked absolutely adorable. 

Miguel had an idea; scooping you up, he sloppily kissed you, licking into your mouth as he carried you over to the couch. Before setting you down, he bit into your lip with his fangs, making just a little bit of bloog flow out. Laying you down, Miquel adjusted you, manhandled your body like a little malleable doll until you were in the perfect position; head hanging off the arm of the couch. Before continuing, he knelt beside you, massive hard carefully caressing your face. “I’m gonna fuck your throat like your pussy, sweet thing. That okay?”

You smile up at him fondly, and nod. “Yes, sir.”

It wasn’t long until he had lined himself back up at your mouth, confirming you rememed to tap his thigh twice if it was too much, and began pressing into you again. He was so damn thick it stretched your mouth wide open, and you concentrated on relaxing your throat. When he made it all the way in and he saw you could still breath through your nose, Miguel reached out to finger you, but got distracted when his eyesight caught a view… the tip of his cock poking a bulge in your throat. 

He went feral after that.

Pulling out and thrusting back in quickly, Miguel was obsessed with watching his cock protrude through you, so big he was filling you up. His eyesight only strayed to swatch your body writhe and jolt, he pulled down the tank top you were in to take out your tits, groping them painfully for his own pleasure, but it only turned you on me.

“Such a fucking whore, letting me use your mouth as my little fleshlight. You like that? You like when I don’t care about getting you off, just using you for my own pleasure?” He pulled out of you, glops of spit running down your face, messing up your make up as he jerked himself while dragging his balls to spread the make up and spit, blood and precum all over your skin. “SAY IT!”

“Yes! Yes sir I love when you- mmpphhh” Whatever you were about to say was muffled by his balls in your mouth, and you moan around them as you suck and listen to the aggressive ‘fap, fap, fap’ of his hand on his own cock.

“Touch yourself, bebita,” Miguel pants. “Cause I’m about to cum right into your stomach.”

You did as you were told, finger fucking yourself to the rhythem he set into your throat with one hand and clawing into his thighs with your nails.

“Just can’t get enough of you, baby, mmmm so fucking good for me, just laying there and taking it.”

A cough, a gag, a deep breath; you refused to tap out, not when he was so close, not when the balls that rested on your face were tightening and he spoke.

Miguel wrapped his hands around your throat, squeezing as he violently trust into you, using your throat to jerk himself off with your throat. Nail cutting into his tree trunk thighs, you cum on your fingers, throat tightening and releasing with every contraction, every pulsing pleasure inside your body.

“FUCK! Feel so goddamn good, almost wanna snap to this precious little neck in my hands, fuck, fuck, FUUUUCK!!

Stilling in your throat, Miguel bypassed his mouth, shooting his cum straight into your esophagus. As soon as he was done and saw how much you were struggling to breathe, he pulled out of you. Immediately, you turn over and cough, hacking up a lung as spit and cum falls out of your mouth. You gasp for air, struggling to get enough in to satisfy your lungs. The salty mixture inside you spit up into the floor along with a little stomach bile, falling onto his carpet. “Sorry” You breath.

Miguel kneels beside you, gently patting your back. “It’s okay sweetheart, just get it out”

You slow down, your airway cleared out and able to breathe again, and you collapse onto the couch exhausted. Multiple orgasms, several positions, your body sore and relaxed and messy and pleasured…

“Hey, carino, you alright?” Miguel asks, picking chunks of spit soaked hair out of your face.

He worries he hurt you, worries he took it too far, but is surprised to see you giggling. 

“We have got to do that again.”

Miquel chuckles in return, kissing your disgusting forehead. 

“Let’s give your throat a break for a few days, mi sol. I'm gonna draw us a bath.”

As you watch his bubble butt walk into the bathroom, he turns around. “Hey honey?” He says, body twisting a bit to reveal a cheeky smile.

“Yes, Miggy?”

“I’m proud of you, for taking all of me. I know it’s a lot.” He emphasized with wiggling eyebrows, and then proceeded to dodge the pillow you tossed in his direction, yelling some joke about ‘that’s not why it’s called a throw pillow!’

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I hope y'all enjoyed. is this a little like the throat fucking in Take Your Time? Yes. What about it.

Also, I think it's time smut acknowledge BALLS, whose with me?

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @whatthefishh @missdictatorme @eyelessfaces @littlenosoul @melodygatesauthor @ahookedheroespureheart @moonknightly

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Girl I just had an idea and I immediately went to you 😳

Ok so imagine the hantengu clones s/o stuck in a wall or a fence don't matter but like I know it gets steamy once they see their s/o in that position 🤞🏾

Dumb slayer♡

YOU'RE BRAIN IS AMAZING 🙈🙈🙈 the way I kept giggling and kicking my feet making this😆😆

Warnings: fem!reader, reader is mentioned to be a swordsman (but is dating the clones lol), 5some, public sex, humiliation, throat fucking, praising and Degrading, rough sex

"So... how did you manage to get yourself stuck here?" Aizetsu asked, looking at you with more pity than usual, letting you hold onto his hands for support. "W-well, I was training, and I tried to use a new breath form, and it flew me back, so I'm here now," you said, looking at Aizetsu.

"Fucking idiot" Sekido said on the other side of the wall. You and hear the loud laughter of Karaku and Urogi and you felt like dying from the embarrassment "what kind of breath form makes a human fly back in this postion!?" Urogi laughed at you harder. "If only you could see how funny you look," Karaku said.

You couldn't take the embarrassment anymore and covered your face. "Can you guys just help me out of this, please!? I can't get out, " you said, almost crying. Aizetsu was the only one who felt bad for you in this state and just moved your hands away from your face and held your hands. "Don't cry it'll make me sad..." Aizetsu looked at you with a frown.

"Even though you look ridiculous like this, it's still a great view... perfect level for me too, " Karaku said, looking at your ass. You use your muscle strength to lift your legs up and cover yourself from behind as much as possible. "Why are you hiding yourself from us? It's not like we've seen you without this skirt on before," Urogi chuckles, lifting your skirt up with his Tallons.

You looked back. You dont know why you looked back since there was just the wall you were stuck in, but you just felt a cold claw lift your skirt up and grop your ass. You turn back to Aizetsu and get a glance at his hard dick print through his pants. Aizetsu took notice and held your hands tighter. "Sorry y/n... y-you just look so cute in this position."

"Fuck yeah she gose" Karaku said pressing his thumb on the wet spot on your panties making you wiggle your hips from the pleasure. Karaku chuckles and uses his fingers to rub at your clit "I don't think I wanna help you out of this postion just yet" he said

You couldn't see the others but you could tell what they weren't going to help you until they've been satisfied. you bit your lip feeling yourself getting more and more turned on from ho Karaku kept rubbing his fingers on your clothed pussy, the sexual desire grew more and more and you made sure to look around. Aizetsu raised his eye brow "are you okay? Does it hurt being stuck like this? You poor thing..." he said.

You shake your head to Aizetsu's question, "....th-theres no one around out here, right? Except you guys, right?" You asked, and Aizetsu nodded. "Sadly no," Urogi answered with disappointment in his tone, but you know he had a big grin on his face. "Then let's make this quick, ok?".

Aizetsu pulled his cock out the second you gave the okay "stick out your tounge~ please-" he said only to be shoved by Sekido who came from the other side of the wall "you're always having her suck you off. Since you want to be fucked like a slut in public you're sucking my cock frist" he said pulling it out and Urogi groans "what about me!?" He yelled "y/n can take care of all three of us... she's done it before" Aizetsu said softly as the 3 demon men surround you with their hard cocks in your face.

Karaku stayed behind you and pulled down your panties "fuck~ usually I'd take my time tounge fucking you dumb but.." he let out a heavy sigh, sticking his long tounge out letting a huge glop of saliva fall from it onto your hole making it slide down to your pussy to lubricant it "our princess asked so nicely for us to be quick" he smirked and slowly pushes his thick cock inside you "taking me so good, like always" he said thrusting his cock I'm your tight hole

You gasped at Karaku's sudden movements not letting you adjust like usual to his size and your mouth hung open with loud moans escaping your mouth only to have Sekido's cock shoved having you quiet down. "Hurry up. Get to work," he says and lets out a groan when you Bob your head sucking him off moaning on his cock. You looked over at Aizetsu and Urogi on the opposite sides of you and use your hands to jerk them off.

"Aah~ y-y/n your hand feels so good~ squeeze my cock a little, please~" Aizetsu said already becoming a moaning mess "if only you could see yourself right now" Urogi laughed enjoying how you're struggling to suck Sekido off with your hands busy and nothing to hold on for support "but still. You look so fucking pretty like this" he said pulling your head up by your hair after a few minutes of sucking sekido's cock and then shoves his cock in your mouth "fuckk~ thats right moan on it princess" Urogi moans

"What the hell are you doing!?" Sekido yelled "oh fuck off. you had your turn" Urogi argues, thrusting his cock in your mouth "that's it, fucking take it, keep moaning on my cock it feels so good" he smirks. "I wanna hear those pretty moans too but your mouth is so full of cock isn't it y/n" Karaku teased, snapping his hips faster. grabbed your ass to see the thick white ring on his cock making him moan in satisfaction "what a pretty mess" he spanks your ass making you moan loudly.

Aizetsu was getting Impatient and pushed Urogi after a few minutes and shoves his cock in your mouth holding your head "cant wait anymore- haa~ need to cum down this pretty throat" he whimpers softly with his eyes closed "make sure to take care of the others to y/n" Aizetsu said with broken moans and starts to fuck your throat.

You're eyes began to roll back with tears filling your water line getting plesured from behind and having another thick cock fuck your throat. The sounds of your moaned while having the sounds of your throat fucked sounded like heaven to their ears but you still needed to get the job done

Sekido tapped your face, snapping you back to your sense, and grabbed your hand, groaning and moaning in anger. "How dare not focus on me. Make this hand fucking useful and make me cum" he said as you start to jerk him off faster as well as urogi. Urogi let's out a laugh mixed with moans "look at her eyes rolling back, she's already fucked out! Keep making that face y/n" he said as his cock has pre cum leaking from it.

"You're close, aren't you? Cum on my cock slut i know you want- no you need too" Karaku said leaning down just enough to have his fingers rub on your clit as he pounds into you and moaned at how you clenched around him "fuck princess, fuck~ gonna cum- cumming, cumming!" Karaku moaned as he cums deep inside.

You moan loudly on Aizetsu's cock sending a Pleasurable vibration on his cock when you came on Karaku's. "Take it all. please, please, please" Aizetsu begs and trembles as he cums down your throat.

Urogi and Sekido came moments later getting it on your hand but some getting on your face, Aizetsu pulls his cock mouth your mouth and gasped letting your head fall but Aizetsu lifting up your chin "good girl" he says and kisses your forehead

"Not bad, this is a nice look on your" Sekido comments with a smirk on his face and Urogi chuckling at your weak form clinging onto Aizetsu.

Karaku spreads you open watching his cum leaking out of you and run down your legs "nah, she looks a lot better from back here~"

[rateaters-sutff]

All FNAF drama is like this:

\> Game dev, "The Slipster" creates a Fnaf fan game "Those 8 Nights at Zopster's Slop Factory."

\> The Slipster gains massive popularity due to their meme-ish and charming personality

\>YouTuber "Slamstest Yah!" covers Zopster's, criticizing gameplay and story while praising modeling and atmosphere

\> Both individuals have suspiciously furry rantsonas

\> Fans of Slamstest yah! go to Slipster's Twitter and threaten to kill and eats Slipster and their family

\> The Slipster @ s Slamstest yah! about the harassment and death threats Slamstest yah! gave them

\> Slamstest Yah! says they did nothing and accuses Slipster of punching down (Slipster has fewer bunger points than Slamstest Yah! but okay??)

\>Meanwhile a discord group of random Fnaf fan creators forms, calling themselves "The Gaggle" with the sole purpose of fucking over Slipster because he was pretty rude and selfish in their past fan game projects.

\> "The Gaggle" leaks all of Zopster's Slop Factory's assets and developer notes, as well as private DMs where Slipster called "B1LLR0xy" creator of FnaF remake "FNAF **-1/12**.", a "small unlovable glop with a trash game" and "ngl I think gungster#37 was right" ("gungster#37" is a controversial figure in the Fnaf community)

\> Slamstest yah! has no clue any of this happend

\>The Slipster starts a 15-page twit longer accusing Slamstest yah! of conspiring against him with "The Gaggle" to take him down.

\>5 minutes later, Slipster starts a live stream on his YT channel "slipZlop LIVE"

\>has a panic attack and begins crying live on stream, revealing a lot of extremely personal trauma to his audience of Slipster and Yah! stans, who all come to eat up the drama.

\>Slamstest Yah! DMs Slipster on stream and says he didn't orchestrate any of this.

\>Slipster goes on a tirade on Slamstest yah! and claims he should be sent to the deepest pit of the inferno, never to breathe anything but ash and fire

\> While this is happening famous offical Fnaf artist "Vensty Yummybunsty" comments "Gungster #37 was a mixed figure tbh" on the Fnaf sub,

\> Vensty gets backlash and apologizes, only for some random Redditor to go into their [timzbus.art](https://timbus.art/) page and it turns out they made infant cannibalism art and a Fnaf fanfic where William Afton eats 15 children.

\> Scott Cawthon materializes out of the black void between voids, grabs Vensty by the neck, and dematerializes with her, leaving swathes of black particle-like mist dispatching outwards in the air where the two figures were once was placed.

\> The Slipster starts a new stream where he comments on the dematerialization of Vensty and claims she was wrongfully dematerialized from our realm.

\>The 800+ FNAF content farms who have embedded themselves in the viscose flesh of discourse, all began to amalgamate videos describing word for word the entire cascading series of events that lead to this spiral point of pain and distress.

\>all 800+ content farms have suspiciously furry rantsonas and are 97% British

\> Slamstest Yah! continues making his Fnaf content and starts a VHS analog horror series called, "The Glerbs Reports"

\> Slamstest Yah! was later revealed to have eaten 15 children 2 years ago, jolting the twitching mess of the YouTube content farms to exsanguinate Slamstest Yah! pulling the veins rich in blood apart from the form, like pulling the thread out of a rigid carpet, weaving them out with so careful yearning, yet with such parched predation, as to leave dark hollow cavities where his circulatory system was once grown, a body now filled with devoided holes, and hollow smooth tunnels instead of veins that fit so snug and warm. All now pulled out and coagulating on the knees of which the creator of this work sucks violently at the wet plastic-like streamers. The corpse placed facing up, beamed by the sun, showing deep dots of drilled flesh. The animals sit and whip more ribbons to their tongues, cramming their mouths with veins palmed up and compressed to fit in between their cocked jaws, day after day they all sit kneed, pulling and balling the wrinkled tubes in their hands, to lastly entomb this dragging crumpled mess into the very back of their head by the gate of their teeth.

\> And when all veins gone, they bend forward their pale shapes, and lumber on.

\> Zopster's Slop Factory is still being developed, though The Glerbs Reports are still postponed

[dongfuck]

getting finger fucked again.

haechan, renjun.

haechan

he has been begging for you to touch him even if you’d denied him for the nth time that night. “babe pleaseee i really need this…” haechan would be stroking your hand softly in attempts of trying to persuade you and surprisingly, it worked. he’s thrilled when you finally agreed to him and immediately got into position. haechan was already butt naked from the session you just had and what makes it even easier for you is when he drips a glop of saliva onto his fingers and began rubbing them on his puckered hole. you couldn’t help but gawk at the sight in front of you with haechan on all-fours and saliva covering the entirety of his ass. wetting your lips, two of your fingers immediately reached his entrance before rimming it with the tips. soft high-pitched moans elicited from your boyfriend which you found to be utterly endearing despite the sinful acts you were playing. gently pushing your digits in, you watched as his hands that were placed atop the headboard start to shake as his head hung low. there was no stopping you from breaking into an amused grin once your fingers’ve have finally reached its end inside of him. haechan’s whimpers and whines filled the quiet of the room and there was no denying how much you wanted it to last. “maybe we could go a little faster?”

renjun

pulling you into one of the stalls of a men’s restroom wasn’t what renjun’d had intended on happening on a date night with you after almost a year into your relationship. he just couldn’t help himself when he saw how good you looked in the white dress he bought for you. he found you to be the most beautiful person he’s ever met. elegant and innocent, yet sexy at the same time. renjun couldn’t keep his eyes off of your chest for the longest time until you’ve finally snapped him out of his trance. “babe? you okay?” which he replied with a simple reassuring smile and nod. “on second thought, actually um… follow me.” getting up from his seat, he grabbed your hand before pulling you to the men’s. “renjun, what about our table—” your sentence was cut short when he instantly reached for your waist and pulling you into a tender and soft kiss before it quickly turned aggressive and rough. renjun’s hands that were once in the dip of your waist could be now heard unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the cold hard marble floor. it wasn’t long after a small foreplay to finally get you into this position. with renjun up against the wall and you on your knees snuggling in the crevice of his ass. pulling your face further from it, you stared at the wet patch you’d made before plunging a finger inside him without a warning. “fuck! you could’ve told me fi—” moving your finger speedily, you placed tiny kisses to the soft flesh of his left cheek and rubbed soothingly on the other. “sorry. must’ve scared you.”

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[artdecosupernova-writing]

Find the Word Game II

(Double Feature)

(cw: blood, mature conversations)

tagged by: @pertinax--loculos & @oh-no-another-idea (on my former blog) my words: bleak, yearn, fall, alive, knowing, experience, egg, argue, amazed, ache tagging: @sleepy-night-child and @drippingmoon your words: fault, live, great, spoon, calling, tried

bleak cold (Aurora)—

Common night had the lights around the vessel dimmed, and Warren sat on the bed of the commander's quarters, ruminating over the events of the past few days while Thrive holed himself away in the bathroom, soaking in an ice-cold bath Warren had run for him a while ago. Quite a while ago.

Warren moved to the bathroom and pulled the door open a little, peeking inside to make sure Thrive was okay. Once he spotted him, he wasn't quite sure "okay" was the right word...but he did lose his breath for a minute.

Thrive was practically boneless, arms draped over the edge of the tub, and his head rested against the back, eyes half shut and amber light twinkling within them like the dying coals of a fire. His wet hair slicked back, knees drawn to compensate for the sheer length of his legs, his entire frame a painful amalgamation of tense and fully relaxed.

"Thrive…?" Warren said in a small voice.

yearn (Rebirth)—

Thrive took his hands in his own and a wave of calm rolled over Warren long enough that he could take a deep breath and resist the spots dancing before his eyes. The feeling of their fingers laced together reminded him of everything he'd fought for, everything he'd yearned for before ———. He looked back into Thrive's eyes, steady in his own head once more.

"I know it's frightening," Thrive said, tone smooth and slow, purposefully holding eye contact. "And I know you're overwhelmed. We're going to get you through this. I'm here, and I've got you. Alright?"

Warren swallowed and nodded. "Yeah…okay."

fall (Warpath)—

"Where's the nuke?" [Warren] asked the FaiTh member.

When they didn't answer, Thrive shoved the gun against their head. They said something Warren couldn't understand, but Thrive could, and the expression on his face changed, deepened. He pulled the trigger, immediately contained the resulting explosion of gore, and discarded their body onto the muddy ground. Fluid oozed from the center of their head and glopped onto the dirt.

Warren, having been startled by the gunshot, cleared his throat.

"We gotta get [Warren] back to the ship," ——— said. "He says he can't feel his leg."

Thrive glanced at Warren's leg, then turned to see Kyxen and Syryx making their way toward them. "How much?"

"All of it. Took a bad fall."

"He was thrown and landed on a rock, right on his spine," Quara corrected. "He could've broken it."

Without a further word about it, Thrive scooped Warren off of his feet. "Did you make the connection?"

"Yes," Kyxen said. "We've confirmed with Ruka."

"We're going to Asha," Thrive said.

alive (Eternal)—

"If I were to go," Thrive said quietly, "would you go to the surface with me?"

Warren recalled the memories he'd seen in the th'crode, the devastating attack on Thrive's home world that resulted in two hundred billion obhelians dead, neon yellow, the fire, the stench of alien blood running through the dirt.

But he knew that was on a loop in Thrive's head, too. He knew all he could see and feel right now was everything that happened there from his own perspective. He had the unfortunate disadvantage of the first-hand account, the history of his own planet spanning the millennia he'd been alive, watching all of it crumble to dust under the unforgiving thumb of the eliyi.

"Absolutely," Warren said. "Yeah, if you need me there, I'm there. Whatever you want."

Thrive nodded. "I'm not yet certain that it's something I need to do. We'll...discuss it later."

knowing (Aurora)—

Warren stood against the bulkhead as Thrive landed gently on his feet in the airlock, watching him through the window separating the inside of the ship from space. The outer door slammed shut and Thrive began to shift back into full human form, the fire dying out from his eyes and skin, and the pressure equalized in the small room.

"How're you feeling?" Warren asked through the door.

Thrive took in a long breath, popping the joints in his neck. "A little drained. But I think tapping into this part of me is becoming easier."

"Right." Warren lowered his gaze, knowing that could only mean they grew nearer to the time he would lose Thrive for good. "That was pretty incredible. You looked...like you could rip a planet in half with your bare hands if you wanted to."

Thrive carefully opened the inner door and stepped inside. "Let's hope I'll never have to find out if I could. Destroying one ——— was bad enough."

experience (Meridian)—

Thoeala turned to him. "We're gonna find him. Even if he can't fight back, he can protect himself. And we know he's still alive, because if this was a successful assassination by an opposing group or individual, we would've heard something by now. I don't think someone who managed to kill Orthrive'poliea would stay silent about it."

Scot nodded. "She's correct. As much as I'm sure it's not something you'd particularly appreciate hearing…"

"I'm all for hearing Thrive's still alive," Warren said as Corin's lab came into view. "Even if it's not true, it's all I wanna hear."

"If it wasn't true, you'd know," Thoeala told him. "You've been through oras'at with him. That's a rare phenomenon seldom experienced by obhelians on the old world because the effects of a partner passing after the fact are too physically painful. If he was gone, you'd know."

Warren decided it unnecessary to bring up the fact that he'd already experienced the effects once before and though the memory wasn't very clear, he knew he'd rather not go through it again.

egg (Meridian)—

"It's fine," Warren said. "If you were successful, it's better to get it all out of the way now. Talk to me like they've been along for the ride."

Corin brought up some documents and test results on a volumetric projector, and it spun lazily in front of his face. "Right. So. After roughly three trials ending in catastrophic failure, I've been able to isolate the gene causing ———. It's immensely ————I almost couldn't grasp it." He pointed to a document. "Also on the 'give me an award' front, I've been able to replicate human conception using the spermatozoa samples I've gotten from you, [Warren]. I can, conceivably—pun fully intended—splice genes from the reproductive tissue of any other compatible species with your sperm to fertilize an artificial egg. Or a real one! I don't think it matters at this point. That's gonna be up to you."

The ticking and whirring of machinery filled the room for a few seconds. Warren dared a glance at Thrive, who stared at Corin with wide eyes and a deep frown.

"So," Corin said again, unbothered by the look of death [Thrive] was giving him, "what I'm getting at here is—"

"An ——— human child," Thrive interrupted.

argue (Rebirth)—

"Because our relationship is fairly damn simple," Thrive answered sharply, stalking closer. "You are the love of my life; you are th'saiya. With you, sex would not be a necessity, it would not be the need to placate a friend with comforts I don't fully comprehend. It would be me wanting to feel you in here." He tapped his temple with two fingers. "Because what you felt that night in the Fertile Patch is exactly what I need to feel from you in order to appease my emotional lust. We are give and take. I give you body, and you give me mind and soul the likes of which I have never experienced in over eight thousand years of life, and that is quite literally all there is to that."

Warren didn't know how to reply, though he wasn't sure he even should, given the finality of Thrive's tone. The whiplash of emotions triggered a headache, and he was now sweating for a very different reason.

"...Okay," he said weakly, and he flushed under Thrive's body heat when he moved closer. "I...can't argue with that, I guess…"

"When you're ready for me," Thrive murmured, "I will be ready for you. I love you. I've made mistakes I didn't anticipate, and I cannot apologize enough for them, and if I have to reassure you ten thousand times over the course of your life that my love for you runs deeper than any love I've ever felt for anyone, I will. Remember that I waited ——— to bring you back to me, and I have been through fires for you, and I would willingly go through more."

Grief rolled over Warren and he choked back emotion he couldn't place. The idea of Thrive being alone for so long once again threatened to ruin him. He opted not to reply to that for fear of breaking down.

amazed(ing) (Aurora)—

The trio stood in silence for a moment before Sig walked over to a panel in the wall and touched a button, spinning their finger on a flat dial. They leaned in.

"This is Commander Sig Libra," they said, and their voice echoed across the corridors and all decks below. "We will be embarking on our mission shortly." They hesitated. "Speaking as a resident of the Milky Way and a human being, I want to take a second and thank each and every one of you for being with us. Whether you're here out of necessity, out of a sense of duty to your fellow Milky Way natives and families, or any other reason, I am thankful to you. And I will make sure you aren't forgotten no matter the outcome of this."

They ended their speech by banging the bulkhead twice with the underside of their fist, and in an amazing display of camaraderie and unity, everyone on the bridge banged twice on whatever they could reach with whatever they could use—fists on consoles, feet on the floor, elbows on the bulkhead. It could be heard throughout the ship, as well, everyone stomping twice, pounding twice. A symbol of togetherness.

Warren looked at Thrive, who lowered his gaze to the floor.

ache (Aurora)—

"I wish more than most things," Thrive said, his smoky voice reverberating around the spacious room, "that I didn't take you away from the people you loved. I wish more than most things that I didn't allow myself to become blinded by our connection to the degree that I did. After spending two centuries in that lodegan I ached for trust, for loyalty, and when I found it, when I realized I found it in you, I lost my mind. I cared for you, didn't want you to suffer, but I cannot deny the fact that I was brainwashed by severe solitude."

"Do you regret ———?" Warren asked firmly.

"Yes!" Thrive blurted, and for the first time in a long while, he looked lost. Almost as if he'd just watched himself decimate ——— again. "I have regretted it every day since I realized what I'd done to you! You've told me time and time again that you made your bed and you chose to lie in it, but I knew within your soul was planted a seed of resentment, and I watched it grow into a massive, mighty tree that branched into this exact moment."

Warren cleared his throat, taking an idle step back and somewhat rocking on his heels. "No, you're right. I let it get out of control."

[kylo-wrecked]

@ofthestcrs :// { picking up from this badassery right here }

— ☾ —

"This one failed long ago, so that is unsurprising."

And using the fold of his palm like a shovel, he manipulated the matter about Vicrul until the body began to stir post-mortem, convulsing where it lay. What followed would be difficult to describe. A fitting word might have been barbarous. Fifteen seconds into Ren's bizarre and utterly revolting funereal ritual, the body's tissues and bones were bubbling in the Knight's armor like an overboiled stew. Glistening white fat foamed over its apertures, came pouring down the ribbed sleeves where Vicrul's arms had been, pooling in the boots that once grasped their feet. And whatever was left glopped onto the floor in marbled droplets of brown and vermillion. 

Ren had effectively scraped Vicrul's remains from their armor like meat off a melon rind; the body, not merely desecrated but pulverized, prevailed in steaming, reeking globules. These globulous particles bobbed in the air for about two or three seconds before Ren smote those, too, with the crunch of his fist.

After kicking the boots and beskar chest piece, which rolled aside with a clang, he sank onto his haunches, retrieved the helmet in his monstrous leather hands, and studied it for a moment or so.

"Ordinarily," he said, still crouched on the floor panels, glossed with what could only be described as syrup. "This helm would go on to you. But this is no ordinary situation."

He stood. Three fingers on his left hand were wet with the remnants loose flesh; Ren placed the helm in the crook of his right arm. His lens rested on Khai’l.

"A shame. As I said."

The minute turn of his head:

"You may proceed."

As Ren exited, he stepped on the breastplate, which gave way with a hairline crack, and continued through the blast doors as though he hadn't noticed. 

— ☾ —

<<Onderon, Japrael sector >>

They wouldn't meet again for another three days.

"This is unrelated to your dealings with the Order. Today, you will hunt alongside the Ren. We've found someone."

Insects clicked in the dead city. 

"Two," said Cisor, once Trudgen. "There are two."

"Only the one is relevant," Ren reiterated. 

In short, Khai'l was to help them fill Vicrul's helm and, should the Ren's subject of interest find themself unable to concede—"kill them both." 

The wanted life and the unwanted life. Lives caught in the balance seemed no more than a thought experiment to Ren.

"When you're finished," he explained, "I will remove your memory of the event."

This was for the sanctity of the Knights of Ren. 

"And if, for any reason, that weasel Hux is alerted to our whereabouts, I will pluck all the rest, and you'll spend your remaining days a husk. But I think you'll need them for your upcoming chapter. Won't he?"

Yes. This was Pernix, who was tinkering with her laser ax. Her voice a whisper in the air, permeating the minds of her three conspirators.��Without your memories, you won't be able to fulfill your purpose. You'll need your rage. 

Ren's helm moved up, then down. 

"There we have it, then." 

[dxllfaces]

elijah's far too used to this; girls fawning, falling at his feet, doing anything and everything to get a taste of glory, even if he only gives them the satisfaction of being fucked, his own pleasure being far more important than getting some cheap, groupie, off. the brunette underneath him may think she's special, to anyone else she could be, but homme could find a million girls just like her, "oh shit," smirk finally falls, replaced with a grin, getting off in the palm of his hand; literally. "dirty, fuckin' girl." lets her rest for a moment, even guiding her through the tidal wave of her orgasm, before both hands grip at her hips once more, hold tight enough to leave a bruise; silently hopes he does, make her remember this night for a while anyway, before turning her over, skirt completely tugged down, and a firm slap against perky cheeks, "how many guys do you let fuck you on a regular? you're probably not even tight, stretched out by a hundred other guys." digits run over his previous signature, slightly smudged, before they hook into the damp panties, ripping them away. "gonna enjoy fuckin' you, but don't tell anyone i said that." glop of wet spit lends, after he's pulled apart her cheeks, drips down, a finger pressing against the hole he's craving, "wouldn't blame you if you backed out, other girls have, i'm more of an ass man." it's easy for him to push, pressing firmly into her, finger somewhat prepping for the oncoming cock.

she can't help but feel disappointed but still, she would do as he said. he was the one in charge. kennedy had been taught how to please men — that it was what she was good for. mouth agape at his words and hips move faster, if she only worked quick enough than her reward will come. " i want it. " she wasn't sure if there was anything he could say that could scare her away. famous last words ... loud whimper as he felt his palm against her, " i'm close ... i ... " the situation, his words and the way he touched her — it all build up. never had she been able to cum like that as the orgasm rippled through her. she was a moaning mess in front of him.

[ddejavvu]

could you write something for eddie bagging an absolute goddess of a gf and how he is completely and utterly in love <33

lovesick!eddie is the love of my life and personally i'd kiss him but that's just me !! this is just a little scenario for this concept, feel free to request more parts!

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"Here." Eddie holds out his hand, ring-clad and calloused, "Can I try?"

"You want to try putting on lip gloss?" You raise an eyebrow at Eddie, the cool metal tube pinched between your fingers. You imagine a sheen over his lips, and you itch to smear some of the gloss over then to see how he'd look.

"I wanna try putting lip gloss on you." He corrects, eyes shining with excitement, "Can I?"

"Okay," You giggle, unsure of why he's so insistent on it, but giddy at how his fingers feel when they brush against yours, snatching the tube away from you.

The wand makes a wet pop when it comes out of the tube, excess product glopped onto the tip of the applicator. He frowns disapprovingly at the messy waste of product, wiping it off on the lip of the bottle before looking at you.

He kneels in front of you where you're sitting on your bed, looking down at your lips in intense concentration. He raises the wand to your lips, the fuzzy applicator stick with gloss. It's tinted a soft pink, and he dabs it so carefully across the plump skin of your lips that you barely feel it. He drags it across the outline of your lips, filling in the extra space when he's deemed your lips properly lined. His tongue worms its way out from between his teeth, sticking up against his top lip as he coats yours in product.

His fingers curl around your chin, his eyes laser-focused on your lips. You find it increasingly hard not to kiss the tip of his thumb that's hovering oh-so perfectly over your bottom lip, but you'd smudge his hard work and feel bad about it.

When he deems you properly glossed, he breaks away, a confident grin sliding over his face in a split second, "Perfect."

He stares at you proudly, admiring his hard work as you stare at him adoringly.

"Thank you, Eddie." You croon sweetly, taking his hand in your own, "Don't know what I'd do without my lip gloss applicator."

"You'd be shit out of luck." He concludes drearily, but puffs with pride, "Lucky for you, though, I'll be here as long as you need."

You grin at him, the corners of your eyes crinkling with the expression. Now it's his turn to fight the urge to kiss you, but he bares his own cheek as you stuff your lip gloss into your purse.

"Well you said thank you," Eddie muses, puppy eyes gazing imploringly at you, "But I really think you owe me a bit more than that."

"Oh? What more do you need?"

"Stamp me." He declares, waiting expectantly with his cheek turned, "I worked hard on that artwork, I want something to show for it."

You lean forward eagerly, nearly bowling him over with an overzealous kiss to his cheek. He laughs incredulously at your near-tackle, grabbing your arms to steady you as you wobble on the edge of your bed.

"Thank you," He gushes, a sticky kiss print proudly popping against the skin of his cheek, "My services have been sufficiently paid for."

"Mm, not entirely." You hum, a hand cupping the back of his neck as you press a similar mark to his own lips. He's careful with the kiss, not wanting to smudge his hard work, and when you pull away, product shines over his skin. A bit smears down his chin, a miscalculation on your part, but he smiles proudly instead of wiping it away.

"There." You conclude, "Now it's perfect."

[onsunnyside]

I’m already thinking about y/n giving steve a bath with loads of bubbles and he’s nice and warm and she’s washing his hair and body and he’s just being so cute 🥰🥰

༻ bubbles

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, soft!steve, size difference, bubbles, soap eating

𝗪/𝗖 | 773

𝗔/𝗡 | ahh this is so adorable, I want my own Tarzan!Steve🥺 Feel free to send blurb requests or asks about this series!

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“—Ah! Steve, put your arms down!”

Another wad of bubbles splatters on your face, along with a wave of water on your clothes. Steve, the giant currently sitting in the bathtub with bubbles to his chest, tilts his head with his arms still high in the air.

“Hm?” His beard is full of bubbles too, quite adorable but also very messy.

As you wipe your face, the warm water seeps into your skin and makes your clothes uncomfortably sticky. A soft sigh comes from you when Steve splashes again, adding to the puddle on the tiled floor.

The blond examines the bottle of soap, turning it in his hands. “Smells so good—tastes good too?”

Your eyes bulge, “No!”

It’s too late, Steve brings the bottle up and squirts it in his mouth, a large glop landing on his tongue. His lips snap shut, face screwing up as he chokes loudly.

“Ugh! Terrible taste!”

You quickly snatch the bottle from his grubby hands, setting it far away on the counter. Steve viciously rubs a towel on his tongue, spitting and coughing. His blue eyes are watery when they meet yours before he speaks with a small voice, “…Don’t like, whatever it is. Never want to eat it again.”

“You aren’t supposed to eat it.” You laugh, giving him a cup of water to rinse his mouth.

Steve gags, scowling at the bottle. “Don’t like that at all. Disgusting.”

“Would it make you feel better if I added more bubbles?”

His eyes light up, “Can I?”

And so, the bubble volume increases yet again. Spilling over the edge of the tub but you don’t even care anymore. You can’t care about anything except the cute, man-beast squeezing fistfuls of bubbles, smearing it on his arms and chest. Little ooh’s flowing from his pink lips. “Water is so warm…”

“Close your eyes.” You bring the cup to his head, shielding his face with one hand for the water to rinse his hair. The blond strands are a few shades darker now, more a light brown than gold.

“Bruce gave soap too, didn’t know how to use it.”

“That’s okay, you still did really well.” It was true. There wasn’t half as much dirt and grime as you expected, the water wasn’t crystal clear but it wasn’t filthy.

Steve hums, leaning into your touch as your fingers run through his hair with shampoo. His eyes flutter open, drawn on you. He just stares at you, slow blinks of that sky blue gaze, calmly observing.

“Dirty too?” He asks.

You try to ignore his wandering hands as they trail down your wet shirt, dipping under your collar and popping open buttons. A shiver ghosts over you when he cups your jaw, thumb tracing your lip.

“I clean you?”

“Oh, no. I’ll shower after you.”

“Shower?”

“It’s like a little waterfall. The water comes from above and you just stand and wash instead of sitting.”

The giant shakes his head, and scoots away. The bathtub is quite large and long, but it’s perfect for his height. When he pats the outer rim with an inviting grin, you already know what he wants.

“I’ll clean you.”

“Come here, let me finish washing your hair.” You reach for him and your knees slip on the wet tiles. You squeak, your upper half landing in the bath as your hands scramble for the wall. “Steve!”

He easily yanks you the rest of the way in, the water spilling over the sides as he sits you on his bare lap. He grins and reclines. “There, perfect.”

You don’t even put up a fight—it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. Whatever Steve wanted, he got. Whether it was his innocent charming smile or superhuman strength, Steve had the power to get whatever he desired.

And right now, he wanted to wash you, just as gentle and sweet as you were washing him.

Pushing aside the unpleasant feeling of wet clothes, you shake off his wandering hands. Steve just pulls you flat to his chest, his nose nuzzling your neck. “You smell better than soap… Taste better too?”

A tingle erupts over your body, “P-Put your head back.”

Surprisingly, Steve listens. The water washes away the shampoo, your fingers detangling the strands gently. “Feels nice… Really nice.” He peeks one eye open, sneakily unbuttoning the rest of your shirt, “you would like it too…”

“You aren’t letting this go, huh?”

“Want to be sweet with you too… Think you deserve it.”

You caress his cheek, pressing your forehead to his. “Maybe next time, okay?”

With a peaceful sigh, Steve agrees. “Okay… but not terrible soap, again.”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ahh my first blurb for What A World ;)

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

[blackkiwi]

✿  Inazuma characters with their Cowgirl spouse ✿

Bull Session 

𐐪𐑂 ♡ an: Finally after procrastinating for like a 2 months i finished the newest addition to the series!! Arataki Itto!!,, Enjoy 

warning +18 ahead 

𐐪𐑂 ♡ cw: mdni, mean itto?/ slight body worship, creampies, Full nelson, doggy style, soft dom Itto, black!reader, pure filth, heavy breeding kink,,, dawg fucks you stupid

Arataki Itto:

We all know man is swinging a horsecock let's be real.

This big dumb oaf who loves fucking you till your squirting and clutching oh his dick, losing himself in pleasure when the two of you make love,,,Fucking you while standing against the wall in your shared bedroom is a all time favorite, having his hands on your plush ass,, the constant bites and nibbles on your ear as he mindlessly shoots loads after loads into you, stuffing you full with cum. Yet you still wanted more!, eagerly holding his face-"Please Itto, fuck me more,, wanna feel you in m' tummy, wanna have oni babies with you!" sweetly kissing him,, your tail swinging side to side from pure bliss, mewling like a common whore. A voice like honey, Itto’s grip on you begins to loosen. “Wanna feel me in your tummy huh?”,, 

Don't worry he’ll give you just what you want - with a smirk he readjusts himself out of you,, lifting your legs up above your head, leaning in, your chest now squished against his own. Sturdy hands keeping you in place.,eyes drawn hypnotized even to his strong muscles as they flexed from his actions..to stupid to pay attention to what he was doing till he places his tough hands against your face.. "MNNngh??¿!!~☆”  Bullying himself back into your pussy pushing in truly deeper kissing your g-spot like never before,, The grip on your face tightens as he begins to whimper, pressing his head against your own,, glistening in sweat- mouth agape simply melting from your addicting pussy he was once again at your mercy. 

The pace,,the filthy sound of both your juices now drooling on the floor, but neither of you care. "Wanna have babies so bad huh? H-h a, I'll breed you as many times as you want!” Setting you down and pulling out once again, your pussy twitching feeling both your nectar oozing out,,, watching with a smirk on his face, he did that. Filled you so good, and is ready to fill you even more, he then turns you around and lays you on the bed’s edge on your tummy, grabbing your horns like there handles and drills deliciously back into you like no tomorrow, heavy balls slapping against your ass,, "Itto!!? I- im mhM!!" feeling his tip abuse your cervix♡, “I can't wait to see your plump breasts fill with milk and watch your cute self swell with our kin,," he coos; cock well known for thickness splits you apart once again. He grazes your neck and back with wet kisses while one hand snakes down to your clit pressing hard, rubbing in a fast motion,, Sending strong shocks of pleasure all over. Your arms at this point lost their strength,, Face now squished on the bed babbling iloveyous to itto,,,he just fucks you so good,,you're mind is already shooting blanks,,,as he continues gripping you're horns harder, the unyielding position of the man’s hips never slowing pace. Until the coil tightening inside of him finally snapped, grunting sweet words into your ear. 

You feel his hot seed impregnate your walls. Keeping you trapped underneath for a while as you both relax from your orgasms, legs now feeling like jelly, and yet you still can’t get enough. Mind fucked to stupid;  fogged with lust you begin rolling and pushing your hips against his own, Getting a low grunt from the oni above you “A-again?? Haven't you had enough? such a greedy girl- Trying to drain me aren't you.” Letting a muffled whine as Itto gives your ass a nice grab, chuckling at the view of your sloppy pussy "Just let me rest a bit.. you have way too much energy.." Pulling out; a ring now clearly visible at the base of his cock, glops of white essence pooling on the sheets. A bit out of breath the red oni lays next to you, hands massaging your soft tummy and now sore hips. The shuffling noise of you turning to face him. Basking in each other's comfort you litter gentle kisses on his cute face. Thinking to yourself maybe a well deserved nap would be nice.

The night is still young after all.. 

☆ﾐ

[yuichi-ro]

cw: fem!Reader, enforcer!Reader, enforcer!Kogami, exhibition, sweat kink, anal fingering, handjob, cum eating, unedited

working out with Shinya at the most inopportune times.

times when literally no one in the Public Safety Bureau is clocked in to work. Yet alone other enforcers even awake to be frequenting the gym areas if they wanted to. Making it the perfect time for the two of you to have more than just a morning wake up call of a good workout together. Shinya always a little groggy even after he's worked up a sweat alongside you so you do a little more to keep a fellow hunting dog in tip top shape for the day to come.

encouraging him to workout in anything he wants, who's gonna see besides you? Meaning you get to watch the sweat roll off his muscles the more worked up he gets. No slouch yourself as you workout alongside him and watch him get more and more out of breath. Partly because of his routine. Partly because you see how hard he's getting in his shorts just from being on display like this for you. No hiding the fact you're grinning as he shows off for himself and you in the room full of mirrors.

without a single place to hide it either. Wall to wall mirrors in front of the two of you supposed to be used for watching one's form when they workout. Instead you not hiding the fact you're staring at Shinya's cock straining against his jersey shorts when he pauses for a drink of water.

that pause is all the invitation you need.

sweat rolling down his chest means when you press your sweaty front into his back the wonderful musk of your body odors mix. Instantly turning you on. And making Shinya throb in his shorts. It isn't exactly a good clean fuck you're looking for. That would be to boring for the two of you.

post work out musk suffocating between the two of you. Only heightened by the smell of sex the second you begin teasing him. Finger toying with him from behind. Neglected cock starting to leave a wet mark on his shorts. Bleeding through with precum in the moments you play with his ass. Deep chest rumbling groans leaving the man as he can't help but grip the barre in front of him. Knuckles turning white and chewing the inside of his cheek in attempts to keep quiet and subsequently not be caught. Though, you're both latent criminals, what do they expect?

shinya pressing back into your teasing. Huffing like an impatient prude but the second you slip a finger inside him the man's legs are trembling and his cock is leaking beads of precum. Thick scent of sex almost overpowering the smell of sweat. Almost.

one knuckle leading to two, until your fingers as deep in him as it will go. Shinya's cock freed kindly by your other hand. Still remaining untouched though as you grip his hip and add another finger. Pumping them into him just to find his prostate and the gush of slimy precum that lands in glops between his feet. Legs spread like a whore as Shinya grips the barre in front of him. Spread in front of the mirror of all places with you behind him and his head bowed unable to contain himself.

when the wisps of precum drip from his throbbing cock and he's pushing himself back onto your fingers like he needs more. That's when you finally give some more relief to the mutt of a man. Reaching around and circling your fingers around his cock. Pulling back on his foreskin to watch him nearly break in front of the mirror at such a minor addition to the sensation of your fingers stretching him.

fingers encircled around his cock. Pumping Shinya slowly as your fingers inside him swish and abuse the sweet little spot deep inside him that can only be reached from behind. Face doused in blush, lips parted and breathes ragged. Once from the labor intensive work out. Now from the way you unrelentingly finger him in time to the strokes of his cock. Squeezing the tip just right to see those beautiful dribbles of precum slowly beginning to show color. His moans just as much of a tell tale sign that he won't last but maybe a few more seconds.

and what's better than seeing such a brute of a man unravel before you and the rest of the empty room. Savoring Shinya's orgasm at all angles because of these wonderful mirrors. Fingers pressed hard against his prostate and the friction of your hand around his cock. Too much so all he can do is attempt to fuck himself on your fingers as his orgasm hits it peak. Cum being splattered all over the mirror. Thick stringy globs of it drooling down from where it lands. Loosing count in fact of how much he cums until you literally can't pull your fingers from his twitching hole and the mirror before him is soiled with nasty globs of cum.

when the moments finally pass. Shinya is able to stand without his legs wanting to give out. And his breathes becoming more steady. Is always the moments in the morning when he gets down on his knees. Fingers pulled from him. And now just the cum streaks on the mirror. Incriminating evidence if you ask him. Meaning that hiding it is the best bet not to get caught.

shinya following it up like a good mutt as he licks his cum off the mirrors. Cold and musky as he runs his tongue over the surface of the mirror. When he's finally done cleaning up the mess he very explicitly made. Shinya can always expect to turn around to find the warmth of your cunt. Exposed to the air and begging to be licked clean. After all you need a good start to the day just as much as he does.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Summer

Word count: 1800+

Rating: mature, 18+ only

Outline: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x “You” (female reader; “blank canvas”/no racial description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Disco music; summer vibes; all the yearning; mentions of insecurity/anxiety; one chaste kiss

Update: I forgot to tag and 💜THANK💜 my lovely beta-readers @honestly-shite and @gracie7209

Golden rays of late afternoon sun flicker across the pool enclosure, breaking apart and then mending back together as trees sway in the hot wind. You perch on the concrete apron and swirl your feet in the cool, clear water of the shallow end. The swimming pool echoes with children shrieking and splashing, wading and diving for pool toys sunk down to the bottom. The lifeguards blow whistles and shout, “No running!” as kids hurry to cannonball into the deep end.

A speaker the size of a car tire sits near one of the lifeguard chairs, blasting the best of the 70s and 80s; a family-friendly mix of rock and funk and disco. You hum along to “How Deep Is Your Love” and keep your eyes pinned to your 6 year old nephew, floating on his back in a big red swim vest as Frankie holds him under his skinny arms. He's encouraging your nephew to kick his legs, keep his hips up, keep kicking! They look like a matched set, almost like father and son, same dimples and dark eyes visible to the casual observer. But to you, who knows them so well as an aunt and a friend, they have the exact same kind hearts and curious minds.

They're both giggling and splashing, and the swim lesson turns to horseplay as The Bee Gees transitions into Boy George. You kick your feet in time to "Karma Chameleon" and watch Frankie grin and reach and toss your nephew gently into the water. Finally the boy tires of that, choosing instead to repeatedly climb up and swoop down the kid's slide, landing softly in a foot of water with a giggle. Frankie wades over and sits next to you, his shoulder touching yours.

His skin is cold and wet and you almost shudder when you feel it against yours. Opposites spark in close contact: wet and dry, hot and cold, male and female. The contrast startles you, and you look down, letting yourself become entranced by the drips and drops of water as they snake their way down Frankie's hairy shins. You love his legs, his knees, his faded swim trunks and his wet curls, dripping water down onto his beautiful neck.

He cups his mouth with one large hand, wiping the water down and out of his facial hair. You love how patchy and soft and scruffy it is. You love Frankie’s thick fingers and his calloused hands, his broad shoulders and the small roundness of his abdomen. You love his rock-solid friendship, his ability to take care of both tiny details and huge responsibilities, the way his nimble fingers can flick switches in the cockpit as easily as they can hold your heart.

The heat is suddenly too much for you, the blazing summer afternoon closing in on your lungs while desire flares in your mind. You rock back and forth on the concrete, trying to stir a breeze. You toy with an idea, asking Frankie to reapply your sun cream, to touch you and caress the expanse of skin on your back that you can’t quite reach yourself. The idea floats and bobs, and you don’t want him to think you’re coming on to him... except that you do and you are. You try to sound casual as you reach into your bag and ask, “Can you do my back?”

And he nods and says, “Of course.”

You hand him the bottle and he shakes it and squeezes out a big glop of cream. You twist to face away from him, giving him access to the bare skin that’s surrounded by the outlines of your modest bathing suit. He applies the thick lotion carefully, rubbing it all in, making sure to cover all of the parts that you can’t reach. You want to lean into Frankie’s touch, arch your back like a housecat, or moan softly and say, “That feels amazing.” But you can’t, you won’t… and then it’s over. He snaps the lid shut and hands the bottle back to you.

You decide to reapply some to your arms and chest, and you try not to look as desperate as you feel as you caress and smooth the lotion down your neck and across your sternum. You dip your fingers once, twice, down into the neckline of your swimsuit, spreading cream on tender skin and wishing that it was Frankie’s fingers instead. You want to steal a glance to see if he’s looking. You're half-tempted to see if you can rub yourself so wantonly that Frankie’s eyes will be drawn to your breasts like a magnet... but that’s too bold for both a public pool and for your personality. So instead you look around the scrum of kids in the shallow end, locking onto your nephew in his red floaty vest and seeing that he’s fine, he’s happy.

You cap the sun cream and put it back in your bag, and take a long, lazy drink from your water bottle. A drip of ice-cold water escapes your mouth and runs down your chin, pulled by gravity as it rockets along, forging a path into your cleavage. The music changes again, “Cruel Summer” gliding into Donna Summer. You wonder if you have any tricks up your sleeve, except that you’ve never been a sexy, flirty sort of person. You’re always the kind, responsible one helping others and cracking a few jokes. You’re neither brash nor bold enough to just come out and say something, to walk up to Frankie and proposition him with a good time.

So you sit, and you watch your nephew play, and you listen to the music and the splish-splash of the water against the side of the pool. You feel the chill that’s radiating off of Frankie’s damp skin while your nose fills with the scent of sunscreen and your coconut lip balm and something that’s uniquely Frankie; something like a whiff of old-fashioned cologne and fresh perspiration, mingling not unpleasantly with the slightly chlorinated water. He smells the same way that he works and the same way that he solves problems and the same way that he loves his friends: solid and responsible and clean.

Something behind your throat aches a bit, longing and desire and the feeling that you’re not good enough for him. You try not to choke on the sting of it: the insecurity and the wanting and the love all swirling together and threatening to make you cry. You’re thankful for the too-loud whistles and the kids screaming with joy and for your dark sunglasses that you can hide behind.

You want to act normal, so you lean sideways to nudge Frankie, playful like you’re trying to knock him over. “Thanks for coming to the pool with us. I’d be bored otherwise.” But you stay facing toward your nephew because you can’t bring yourself to look at Frankie as you talk to him. You’re only capable of one or the other at a time.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Frankie turn to you and smile, “No problem. He’s a cool little guy. I can see why you like hanging out with him. You’re a good aunt.”

You smile at that, because it’s so Frankie to say something like that, so nice and supportive. But you also smile because it’s true. Frankie doesn’t lie, not in all the years that you’ve been friends. You have enough proof to know that when he says something that’s “too nice,” something that your anxiety wants to highlight as a lie, you should trust Frankie and not your broken brain.

You nudge him again and joke, “Nah, I just invited you along because I wanted him to have someone at his maturity level to hang out with today.”

Frankie answers by leaning down and scooping a handful of cold water up and across your lap, following it with a laugh. You squeak and throw your hands out uselessly against the onslaught, and then you lean down and attempt to retaliate. Before you can so much as touch the surface of the water, Frankie grabs the wrist closest to him, enclosing it in his iron grip, his big hand twice the size of yours. But he doesn’t hurt you, he doesn’t squeeze hard or try to cause you pain. He just holds it there for a moment.

Then Frankie brings your hand to rest on the concrete lip of the pool, the tiny canyon of it between your knee and his. He pins your hand palm side down on the rough surface, lacing his fingers over yours and again immobilizing you without a flicker of pain. He looks back at the water and scans for your nephew, looking casual like he didn’t just make your heart rocket up into your skull, like he’s not causing you agony because you know he’ll never want you the same way you want him.

You can’t think or do anything except watch Frankie’s profile, watch his beautiful lips and his nose and his curls, drying now a bit in the hot breeze. Tom Petty melts into Tina Charles, and the familiar disco beat bounces across the surface of the water and makes you feel happy again. Your face is still turned toward Frankie as he watches the pool and you dare yourself to do something bold. You decide to stare at the side of his face, to try to burn him with your gaze, and count the seconds to see how long it takes him to notice.

One… two… three…

You make it to 47 and then he turns to you, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head a bit in confusion. Your brain tells you that it’s the perfect time to try something scary and possibly stupid; that summer is the season for popsicles that melt too fast and the heat of the grill and everything good in the world... and you know that if you don’t move now you never will find this moment in time again. It won’t come back.

So you take advantage of Frankie’s funny little head tilt, and you lean in close and you tap your lips against his and just hold them there to see what will happen.

And the world stops.

Your boldness turns to fear that he’ll reject you and run away and never speak to you again. But instead the most amazing thing happens: Frankie pushes his mouth back against yours and the planet starts to spin again, music throbbing across the waves and kids running and the sun shining like it always has.

Frankie kisses you back, and it’s the best prize you’ve ever won after playing a game of chicken with your own fears. You revel in the feel of his lips on yours as you smell the sun and the water and the fundamental essence of new love that sparks between old friends.

“Summer should always last forever,” you think. “...just like this.”

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[domkota]

— take a hi(n)t

— warnings: female reader, drug use, fwb, fingering, oral receiving (m ⇠ f), creampie, cockwarming

The smoke inside your car engulfs you and Izuku as you take another draw of your blunt, the sensation of the weed burning down your throat and throughout your lungs, only to finally be released. The greenette taps your knee and you pass him the blunt.

“This is some good shit. Where did you get it?” The tip glows orange as he takes a hit, blowing the smoke in your face. You cough at the hazy breeze.

“That’s a loaded question, isn’t it?”

“I suppose.” Izuku shrugs, taking another draw and handing it back to you, proceeded by a light cough. His lip wobbles, the snake bites fastened to his skin rising higher and higher with each cough progressively getting louder and louder. Shaking your head, you hit the blunt once more before putting it out for the night.

He was right, it was some good weed.

You stay silent, just reveling in the feeling of your head being in the clouds while Sleeping with Sirens plays in the background. The ambiance of the hot boxed car and Izuku’s playlist made you so relaxed and loose, but you needed more. What else could you possibly have?

Through the smoke screen, your eyes eat away at Izuku. The way that jungle of hair was disheveled, his wide emerald eyes, and those toned tattooed arms? Just the sight alone tied knots in your abdomen. He was your friend, your smoke buddy, but did you feel enough for him to steal him away with the power of lust?

Maybe if you gave him a helping hand to make him understand…

“All this smoking is making me hot,” you whine, shrugging off your top to reveal your cupped breasts enamored in the prettiest bra Izuku had ever laid eyes on. You spot him ogling your chest in your peripheral vision as you try your best to bite down a smirk. You drop the fabric somewhere in the back seat, out of sight and out of mind.

“(Y/N),” your friend sucks in a quick breath, his hand slithering towards your leg, desperate for just one touch. Izuku wasn’t as naive as you had originally took him as, with your hand guiding his own, his fingers dipping between your thighs. The weed finally starts to settle in as your head grows heavy and your feet tingle, the sensations of Izuku’s pads on your clothed cunt sending a cascade of chills throughout your body.

Guess he took the hint.

Izuku’s fingers slip past your shorts and panties, the tips of skin already doused in a thin layer of your slick. You scoot closer, causing his fingers to dive into your soaking wet sex. You hum in delight as he scissors you, slipping in a third finger while pushing in and pulling out of you.

“This what you wanted (Y/N)? Wanted to get me all riled up huh?” His chin rests on your shoulder, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. You can only nod in response, rolling your hips against his rough knuckles.

“Need more, need you,” you grunt, tilting your head back as a hand runs through Izuku’s hair, tugging at the various knots.

“Gonna have to work for it kitten..”

He removes his hand from between your thighs, a cold breeze shooting through your cunt as you shudder at the sudden emptiness. Letting go of his head of hair, your eyes bore into Izuku’s sage ones, heavily laced with lust and weed, both causing you to spread his knees apart as you undo his belt buckle, the cool metal against your scorching fingertips bringing you closer to complete pleasure. He leans back and sinks further into the leather seat, helping you out by undoing his zipper, slowly no less, watching as you squirm in your seat impatiently. You hook an index finger into the belt loop of his pants and yank them down, your hand gently brushing against his hard on.

“F~uck, that’s a good girl,” Izuku squirms out of his boxer briefs, his cock springing free from its fabric confines.

Through the hazy smoke you could tell from how close you were that his tip was red and hot, his shaft just pulsing at the idea of getting attention. Sticking out your tongue, you lick a long stripe on the underside all the way up to the head, which was already leaking with precum. You hear a gargled moan from your friend, as he grabs a fistful of your hair and bottoms out in your mouth, making you writhe for a moment as your nose is pressed to his stomach. Tears dot the corners of your eyes and fall down your cheeks; you try to concentrate on your breathing while also trying to navigate your tongue around his entire length, which was way larger in perspective.

“Dammit, I’m sorry (Y/N), I just couldn’t help it…” Izuku loosens his grip on your head, allowing you to come up for air. Jaw slacked, you rub your throat for a moment before dipping back down to his aching dick and taking him in all over again. You bob your head up and down, all while trying to look up at him with those big old puppy dog eyes. This kills him, has him moving his hips in syncopation with the pace you’ve set. Your wet muscle covers every inch of his member with saliva, dipping into the pubes on his balls. You have him crossed eyed, melting in the heightened pleasure (thanks to the drugs). “Wait, hold on, gonna cum soon~!” He pleads, your lips popping off of him.

“Now that you’ve had your fun…” you kick off your shorts and underwear, leaving you only in a bra. You go to unclip it, only for Izuku to hold your hands in his.

“Keep it on, I just wanna motorboat the fuck outta you.”

With a soft snort of laughter, and your green haired friend’s blushing face, you comply with his request as you straddle his lap. His tip presses against your clit in the loveliest of ways, twitching ever so slightly and giving you the smallest bit of friction that you crave. This has been a long time coming, and damn was it worth the wait.

You wedge his cock between your folds as you slide down, pulling him in further and further. You both let out a breath neither of you knew you were holding, your bodies melding together. Looking down at your connected bodies, you realize he’s only halfway in, which makes you shiver with nerves. You hear Izuku let out a low groan.

“God don’t tighten around me like that, otherwise you’ll just milk me dry.” He rests his forehead against your collarbone, his nose snug between your breasts. His fingers palm the curve of your ass, as he starts to lower you down further on his dick. “Just let me fuckin’ impale you (Y/N),” he whispers, planting a few sloppy kisses across your skin.

As he eases into you, you feel a surge of energy course through you as you start to set a pace, slow at first but faster the more used you get to Izuku’s length. Your ass bounces in his lap, earning a few hardening slaps here and there. You moan with each smack of skin, his member growing harder and harder inside of you. You can feel this, and it makes you closer to cutting the cord that’s keeping your orgasm tied up in a knot, weighing heavy in your lower abdomen.

“F-Faster Izu, please go faster..!” You gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck for a better hold to have him pound into you. He slides his hands over the curve of your tailbone, tugging you down with ferocity, ripping a scream from your lips. This new pace being set sends lightning through you, his tip kissing your cervix in just the right way.

The car is filled with the scent of weed, sex, and sweat, but all is ignored with a sensation such as this. The both of you huff in rhythm, any glass areas now completely fogged up, the condensation already running down the slick surfaces.

“S’close, I’m so close,” Izuku whimpers, nuzzling his face between your boobs with a ferocious passion.

“Me too baby, me too,” you slam your ass down on his thighs, your head pounding with ecstasy.

Your fingers rake through Izuku’s curls, pulling and tugging at the strands. The action sends him over the edge, as he warns you that he’s about to come, shooting you up with white ropes of sweet savory cum. It drips and glops down his dick and pools at the base, but he keeps moving despite the overstimulation, keeping it inside of you.

“Take it, take it!” Izuku moans loudly, stuffing you full. You squirm and squeal as you start to unravel, your juices mixing with his own. You collapse against his clothed chest, tracing the tattoos on his biceps as you try to recollect yourself. You can feel his chest heaving, rising and falling in turn with your own. “We…have to do that again sometime.”

“No kidding, best sex I’ve ever had,” you breathe, looking up at him. “…can I get off now?”

“Not yet.” Izuku keeps his arms tucked around you, holding you firm against his body, cock tucked neatly inside of you. “I’m not done with you yet…”

[poisonarium]

How to build a vivarium background and waste a lot of gloves

Got a 20g long aquarium for cheap off Craigslist today. So that means a new bioactive vivarium build! And I’ll actually document it this time. I’m putting this together to move my azureus pair in to a larger viv.

Part 1 is to make the background. I’ve done this a few times now (5 times I think?), and have learned a bit about how to do it. It’s really not complicated, just follow some basic guidelines and make sure you’re not using any materials that could make your animals sick.

Materials that I happened to have to work with:

A few pieces of cork bark that are too small to make a background on their own

Coconut coir

Dried sheet moss

Great Stuff Pond & Stone insulating foam spray. You can use other types of Great Stuff, but I like this one because it’s black, so if you don’t get perfect coverage, it won’t be as glaring as with white or yellow spray foam. 

SO MUCH SILICONE. Make sure it isn’t treated antimicrobial. We want microbial activity in a bioactive vivarium, after all, and I’ve heard some people say it could hurt the frogs. Either black or clear is best here (though if you were doing a desert build, maybe bisque would look good?). I went through three of the hand-sized tubes (not the larger kinds that go in a silicone... gun.. or whatever it’s called). The type of silicone used for windows and doors is usually free of antimicrobial treatment, while the stuff used for bathrooms is generally not good for our purposes. Read the labels to be sure.

Disposable gloves. You’re going to go through a lot of them.

Step 1.) Take that aquarium outside, or somewhere else where a mess will be okay. I’ve done it in the middle of my living room before, but I don’t recommend that at all. Seriously, this is going to make such a mess.

Step 2.) Turn it over so you can see the top of it very clearly. You’ll want to seal very securely around the top, since in my experience, feeder insects love to hide in any gap and then die in there where they’re no use to your herps.

Step 3.) Pancake on the cork bark pieces. Silicone well around the edges.

Step 4.) Wait for silicone to dry fully-- just kidding, I don’t have the patience. Wait a couple hours or so, then start spraying the foam, being sure to fill any gaps. Don’t!! get this stuff on your hands!! It will take weeks to come off and people will keep looking at you weird because your hands are covered in hard black stuff and if you get impatient and rip it off after it’s dried you might take off some of your skin with it  (this is also spoken from experience). Don’t worry about the shape of it too much now, just focus on coverage. Cover every bare spot of the background. Avoid glopping on too much in one spot, but if you do, it’ll just take longer to dry.

Step 5.) Let it dry a few hours again. It will puff up REALLY BIG at this point, but that doesn’t matter, because we’re about to remove 80% of it. I guess you could use an actual tool for this part (some people recommend utility knives), but I just go in with my hands. Start ripping off the shiny surface of the foam to expose the hole-y textured part underneath. Do this over the entire background. The silicone you’ll be using again soon won’t stick well to it if you leave it shiny and smooth. (Seen some upset posts on dart frog forums from people who made that mistake.)

6.) Silicone time. Absolutely wear at least one glove for this. Your gloved hand is your silicone-smushing hand, and your bare hand is for grabbing background material out of the bags. Squeeze out silicone in one spot, smooth it with your gloved hand, and then dump your background materials (coconut coir in this case) on it, pressing it down again to make sure it adheres. My background here ended up with a lot of low spots, so I stuffed those with the moss. Moss is a little tricky to silicone. Just keep smashing it on. Whenever your glove is too sticky to work with anymore, toss it out and put on another (I went through 7 or so for this build).

7.) Turn the aquarium around at various angles and keep working. Turning it around will let you see bare spots. Blend your materials so it doesn’t look fake. At some point, I decided to just grab handfuls of dirt out of the backyard and slap that on too, for color blending (I am very sure my soil is safe and herbicide/pesticide-free, but if you’re not sure about your own, don’t do this). Turn the aquarium upright here and there and tap it lightly to knock off loose material, so you can see where you need to fill in. This is going to take a long time, but I think it’s kind of fun, so I don’t really mind. I work from the top down.

8.) If you don’t like your result, then wait for it to dry a little, and repeat the silicone smearing and material smushing.  At some point, I ran out of my fully clear silicone, and had to switch over to silicone that is white while it’s wet, but eventually dries clear. Due to using that, though, I’m going to need to wait for it to dry before I can really see the results.

9.) Let it air out for at least a full 24 hours (likely longer, if you used a lot of silicone or live in a more humid climate than I do- stuff dries fast in the high desert). Stick your head in it and sniff- if it still smells like silicone (which smells like vinegar), then let it dry longer.

Here’s where I’m stopping for tonight. I didn’t bother to texture the very bottom foam pieces, since dirt and plants will cover it up anyway.

~More to come. I'll update this tomorrow when the silicone dries clear.