#messy sex

[tojisonly1]

1:00 ───⊙─────── 3:59 ⟢ Freak, Doja cat

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contains ⟢ Full nelson, katroptonphilia(mirror sex), dacryphilia, brief degration(makes fun of you crying), LOTS of praise, breeding, mentions of impregnating, messy sex, daddy nickname, hickies, squirting, you pass out at the end of the end of the:p

𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒘/ 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒅!

Toji loves fucking you infront of a mirror while you’re folded in full nelson. His large hands pinned behind your head as he forces your head down to look at his fat, veiny cock thats pumping in and out of your cute, pretty pink cunt.

His beefy arms hooked under your knees, your thighs pressed firmly to your breasts as his eyes are glued to the heavenly sight in the mirror, obsessed with the way his plump balls smack up against your puffy folds, his throbbing member stuffing your sloppy entrance so snugly as if your bodies were two puzzle pieces.

“Fuckkkk, i’m so damn deep in yur tight lil cunt baby.. so warmmm…” He groans in your ear, his swollen tip hitting against your spongy g-spot that makes you see stars as your eyes roll back with salty tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, your jaw slacked with a thin line of saliva spilling out. “Aww, baby, you cryin’ already?” He coos with mock sympathy, mimicking your cute pout he sees in the mirror before chuckling.

“Can you feel that? yeah?” He slurred out, his voice breathless and his face a slight tint of pink as he moves one large hand briefly down with yours in it, gently placing it over the little bulge that’s filled with him. “You’re so full.. so swollen with my cock n’ kids.. gonna be such a good mama, hm? Gonna let daddy get you pregnant?” he hummed in your ear with a few pants.

He snakes his hand down more to thumb at your protruding, puffy nub. Dragging the pad of it around it slow, tight circles. “hmm yeah, you like the sound of that.. me gettin’ you nice n’ round with our child..” His eyes rolling back at the way your overstimulated walls fluttered around him.“D-Damn woman.. you gotta stop squeezin’ me so much… or I might never be able stop breedin’ this pussy..” He laughs weakly in your ear, his little scar curving up as he leaves wet kisses on the side of your neck.

It was all so messy, so much cum and arousal splattering everywhere, dripping down his long shaft and to his heavy balls that were still so full with countless rounds left within them. Your head could barely stay up right, limping to the side from the deep, calculated thrusts in your creamy, sensitive cunt.

The rest of your body was already limp but Toji was keeping you in a strong hold, like he never wanted to let go. Your mind was only filled with thoughts of Toji and continuously mewling his name from your kiss bitten lips like a mantra.

“So perfect.. so beautiful…” He murmured praises against your marked up skin, tracing his tongue over bite marks and hickies he left. Feeling the familiar, thump, thump, thump, against your cervix until another intense orgasm hits you, more clear liquid spluttering out of your abused cunt as your vision eventually went black…

A/N: ⟢ MASTERLIST

[v6que]

𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌

𔕛𑂴ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 , 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌

启示录 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾 ིㅤㅤ𝅄

⏤ 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾 .

⭒ ㅤ 天上ㅤ ㅤ⏤ㅤ ㅤⴕ

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 ♡

⏤ 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒

✩ິㅤ⠀⠀𝒌𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳

⏤ 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 ୨୧ 我爱你

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[a-memory-a-distant-echo]

i feel like people forget that sometimes characters in fic are written like that because it's a reflection of real life.

people have sex without setting boundaries. people have unprotected sex without talking about their sexual histories or producing recent sti tests. people play with kink without discussing it ahead of time or establishing a safeword. they have anal without 'enough' prep or lube—they may even prefer it like that.

and none of this is really a fantasy. it's all pretty normal. you can feel that it's inappropriately normalised, and you'd probably be right! but it is normalised: one study found that 58% of female undergraduate students on the campus studied had been choked during sex. 20% of those students said that they'd never been asked if it was ok; another 30% said they'd only sometimes been asked if they consented. fully half! (non-paywalled journal article on choking during sex here, including these numbers.) despite a rise in stis of all sorts, condom use is declining. (pdf link to the full text of this study about declining condom use in the us; aidsmap article about an australian study with similar results.)

even when people do talk about things—sex or anything else—they communicate imperfectly. 'yeah, but don't go too far' is consenting and setting a boundary, and also relying that the person you're talking to has the same metric for 'too far' that you do. for some people, 'the trash needs to go out' is a neutral, factual observation; for others, it's a request that the person they're speaking to take out the trash.

even when people understand each other perfectly, people react unpredictably to things sometimes! we behave irrationally! people laugh uncontrollably at funerals, or get angry at the straw that broke their back rather than the enormous load they were already carrying. they get scared and lash out at people trying to help them. when hurt, most people do not instinctively reach for therapy-approved grounding exercises and 'i feel' statements.

pretty much any bad choice that characters could conceivably make is a choice that people make in real life, on purpose, all the time. people do things that can have catastrophic, life-changing effects because it felt like a good idea at the time, or they're leaning into the vibe, or they just didn't think about it all that much, or an infinite number of other reasons.

fiction isn't intended as a guide on the best, safest, and most responsible ways to live your life, and fanfic isn't any different. it's not a narrative flaw to let characters do things that are messy or harmful or downright stupid—it's a reflection of what people are actually like, and not something that authors should feel they have to apologise for.

[jayswhorex]

dick grayson's hands rested on your hips, feeling the thin fabric of the leather mini-skirt you had been dying to try on, "i dunno sweetheart it's pretty short" he says, laying his head on your shoulder. your giggles fill the dressing room as you try and admire the piece of fabric hugging your thighs. here you both stood in the changing of one of your favorite shopping centers in gotham.

you had asked dick if he could shopping with you and the man had no problem taking you out. the two of you were close friends, so this was nothing out of the ordinary other than the fact that the man was glued to him, even with you inside the changing room. he told himself that was just going to help you change, there was no shame in that right? but all those thoughts dispersed once you had answered his question "but it's kinda cute right, i need one for my date tonight?"

and there it was, the brief silence between you two that made it seem like there could be something more. any man with an ounce of shame or maybe some decency would've let go of you by now but instead, he gently began to kiss your neck as if what you just said hadn't fazed him. "date tonight? can't you skip it f'me doll?" he pleaded in a quiet tone, his hand now scrunching up the letter skirt and lifting it "dickie-"

he cuts you off with a firm squeeze of your hips, you could feel his body pressing against yours, his harden crotch pressing up against your thin stockings. you didn't have the will to push him away and to be honest, you didn't want to. "what? you can always reschedule" his kisses found a way to your shoulder "and if he's upset by that, then he knows he wasn't worth it" a small part of you found that to be a bit sweet but another part you remembered that dick knew exactly what to say to get you in bed and he was doing it right now "that's- that's not the point dick"

"when did he ask you out anyway," he asked trying not to lose his compromise, you were his friend there was no reason to lose his composure over this but fuck that he had all the reason to. "like about 2 weeks ago when you had to go back to blüdhaven for work," he thought in his own little way you and him were…something at least. and it wasn't the first time he'd ask for you to skip dates for him and it definitely was the first time he'd touch you like this and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

"so what about me?" dick's rough hands slyly moved to cup your ass, giving you a firm squeeze and without even giving you time to recover and be quickly reacher for your face forcing you to look at him through the mirror "m'not enough now?"

"dickie that's not what i mean"

"no i get it, i leave and you get a bit lonely" he teases, pressing his clothed cock again your thin stockings. a groan slips from his lips, feeling your ass against his cock. the two you had practically forgotten you were in a public changing room but that would back to bite you at a later time. watching from the mirror, you take in the image of dick unbuckling his belt. and his pants & boxers fall to his ankles. he takes his sweet time as he pulls down your stockings, watching you waiting patiently "you missed me, didn't you babe?"

you turned to face away but again he made you look at him, "yes, i missed you dickie" and with those words, dick held and waist and gently pushed into you, his hips rocking slowly, trying to find a rhythm. you held in your moans, but the few that did slip out were not intended. though they did give dick a bit more of an incentive.

you placed your hands on both sides of the mirror trying not to lose your balance as he thrusted in and out of you. one hand focused on making you look at the other the other, thumb stroking your clit. this was the worst part about sleeping with dick grayson. the more you let the bot fuck you, the harder it is to move on each time. "dickie please, a little harder, s'not enough"

"don't forget where we are sweetheart, there only so much i can do with making any noise" you huffed in frustration but you could tell dick himself was struggling not to let any groans but god you were so warm and tight, and even if he didn't make any noise, he was surely going to make a mess of you. he leaned in towards your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses on the neck, he wasn't going to leave any marks not yet at least. those were for later, if you were going to stay with him "if you skip that date tonight-"

"dickie i don't wanna talk about him right now" through the thrusts and slaps of skin that filled the room, dick heard you loud and clear. out of reflex, he lifted your left leg for a deeper angle, a position he knew you feverishly enjoyed. you didn't exactly take pleasure in telling him what you wanted him to do so always took it upon himself to do what he knew you needed. and you knew no other guy would replace him and he knew it too and he wouldn't let you believe that.

and just like that your phone rings, while dick grayson is balls deep inside you, fucking you in a public changing room for crying out loud and you're getting a goddamn phone call and before you have a chance to decline it, dick answers it and you just know you're absolutely fucked. but dick hips don't falter for even a second, he continues to fuck you against the mirror, with not even a hint of remorse laced in his voice.

"ahh no sorry, y/n is a little bit busy right now"

"how about she calls you tomorrow?"

"a date tonight? well i don't think i'll be done with her by then…"

his hand let go of your face and instead gripped your hip tightly, a shameless groan leaves his lips, as his cock slips in and out of your folds at a vigorous pace. your nails dug into your palm as you bit your lip, holding in the moans that threatened to escape. dick had no problem letting your little date on the other end hear him enjoy the hell out of fucking you senseless. a part of you felt embarrassed by the way he was acting but another part of you was feeling too good for you to really care. the both of you were reaching your high, and all took was his next words and you came undone in a second, "gonna fill you right up doll"

you the line cut off and instead of being enraged, you were very much relieved. at least you didn't have to stand up to another guy or dump them due to dick being a "cocky asshole", those were tim's words really but to be fair they weren't exactly wrong. he attention averted back to you once he put your phone down whilst he was still cumming inside you, a mixture of both your fluids seeping down your thighs.

"still need to buy that leather skirt?" he asked with a sadistic smirk spread across his face, he still had you trapped between him and the mirror. "it's not like you're busy tonight, right?"

[on-a-lucky-tide]

cw: omegaverse

Having thoughts about dominant omega Price who helps his lads through their ruts because he's a pragmatist. He's clean, he won't get knocked up because he has that shit on lockdown, and the bloody muppets won't go biting some pretty little thing in the local villages, causing all sorts of issues. It's all part of the greater good schtick he has going on.

He takes them back to his flat when it's time so they get the whole nesting experience, cooks them a nice meal with a few beers, and then takes them to bed for the time they need to get it out of their systems.

He's attentive, performing all the chuffs, purrs and trills they need at the height of their rut to feel like they're doing a good job. Doesn't complain when Soap gets rough, or Simon is big, or Gaz likes to kiss and groom him. He bites his arm, grunts out encouragement, breathes deep through his nose when they knot him for the third time in a row without rest. When they occasionally get too excited and try to claim him, he knows how to stop it.

They're soon back to fighting fit, back on the job, focused, and he doesn't take long to be right again, even if he's feeling tender and his hormones are out of wack for a day or two. He's a professional. Mind over matter is his mantra, and it's nothing that won't repair itself with time.

Price promised them that if they followed him he'd have their backs, that he'd cut through the red tape and the obstacles. For him, using his body to carry them out of a fire fight is no different to letting them fuck and knot him to manage their ruts.

His heat though? He suffers through that on his own. Price, who can't stomach any kind of vulnerability, who can't feel like he's leaning on or needs anyone, who does everything on his own terms and no one else's. The thought of any one of his lads seeing him in that state turns his stomach; a mewling, weak, pathetic mess, unfit for command.

No, Price's heats are his private shame, and he has managed them just fine without interference for two decades, even when Nikolai kisses him one night and Simon's scent begins to change as he reaches his prime, and Price's instincts are starting to fuck with his head.

[laniidae-passerine]

don’t get how you can watch iwtv and be a sincere diehard lestat hater. like the world’s biggest lestat hater is louis and that man can’t even commit to it for more than five minutes before literally hallucinating lestat wearing a wedding ring and talking pretty to him. this show is about louis and every road leads back to lestat for that man

[omegalerc]

had a vision that i needed to make reality

[jesuistrestriste]

Art Donaldson with literal loser reader? This is for the netizens of the world who don’t do anything but homely activities. Like for the depraved girls/nbs/boys whoever frfr like? Reader who’s obsessed w him, met him through a friend or sm??

art knows you don’t get out much.

he knows you’d prefer to stay inside and obsessively scroll twitter or tumblr or play video games as opposed to accompanying him to a party on campus.

by now, he knows all of your little habits that you’ve developed through your early youth and have grown to enjoy more than anything. he accepts them, because he accepts you.

but he also can’t deny that he’d love to take you out more than you usually let him.

he wants to take you out to a club and grab your hips and rut into your backside while you two drunkenly dance. and he wants to show you off to his friends when they all go out to the bar.

so when he fucks you.. he sometimes lets this stuff slip.

he’s pushing you down into the bedding and moaning into your neck, little gasps punctuating each roll of his hips against yours as he fills you with every single girthy inch of him. he reaches down for one of your hands and directs it to the back of his blonde locks, silently pleading with you to tug on them the way he likes.

“fuh-fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back as he gets close, “nobody even knows we’re dating… you— mngh—! you gotta come out with me this weekend… ohh god..”

and you pull on his hair and wrap your legs around him; your insides too stirred up to form a response. you feel him pummeling the deepest parts of your walls with an intensity that only washes in when he’s aching for something.

“… but.. ungh, fuck fuck fuck, i.. i think you like it, don’t you? staying in when im out… letting me come back to you at the end of the night and stuff my dick into this pretty hole of yours… letting me use you… AH— baby—! fuckkk, i’m gonna come inside you— i’m gonna come inside you, ’m gonna fucking— ohh god, please—“

and then he’s pulling himself out and slamming back in once, twice, three times before he lets out an anguished moan and spills warmly into your body; coating your parts in a thick, sticky, milky dose of desperation and longing as he pulls your back up into an arch while you yelp under him. he presses his stomach to yours as he rides out his high.

he so desperately wants you to quit the internet so that he can take you out properly and show you all of the ways he can make you happy.

he knows you liked him first—he was told that you’d had a huge crush on him—but none of it really mattered now. he’s obsessed with you too, so..

why won’t you let him show the world?

[cupcek]

🎖️᭨ᭃ🎋 ཻུ͎▞ ུ 𝒦, come on Back♪؞ؖ ̮͡ू˚⁺🐉

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[miurui]

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[lanalove2012]

[b-ellyache]

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[kingjasnah]

wow. jaswit chapter has me feeling like im at brunch sitting opposite someone who is detailing the slow dissolution of her relationship like it's the collapse of a dying star and if my mouth isn't full at all times im not going to be able to stop myself from going "oh my GOD girl just break up with him"

[problemnyatic]

You gotta make peace with the crudeness inherent to the human condition or you are doomed to be a puppet of sensless disgust and scandal over that which comes naturally and harms no one