#mnghh

[citrine-elephant]

what if leon did have regen abilities. but not like sherry. not aesthetic healing.

what if leon say, broke a bone. instead of it magically regenerating as if it never broke in the first place, it just became stupidly armoured. increased strength, density. bam, double edged sword! his bones hurt :(

[tangledinitswires]

a thing but I can't write lol

Oh, how tall you are. the length of your frame, the gaps in your top, the innards, thick, metal poles stringing from side to side in beautiful patterns, your beautiful ladders. and oh, how you wink at me, teasingly. with your flashing red light, how I admire you, how you stand so tall, though you have stains and blemishes. your stains represent your strength, oh how you've held up all these years. the abandonment of this urban town spreads throughout, it's apparent. but you're still up there, tall, and beautiful. you're still holding up just as you were when you were first built, my beauty.

[catsurfavs]

I can be yuor angle... or yuor devil 😈

[kyunniebuns]

because of @manawari ive recently had nagging brainrots of idol Jinwoo and personally I think Jinwoo is close to Park Jongseong(Jay) from enhypen

[interrogatethecat]

yurg people

[sleepygirlthing]

Hey. Sucks you off while you’re getting milked

hhheheheheyyyy thank youuu >///////< im. normal i promise. tttotally doesnt moan and squirm about this and buck my hips...

[saturnaous]

hooouuuguhhhhh eight oclock three hour nap save me

[blackstarchanx3new]

This is literally been a problem that's haunted me since I became an artists.

For 8 years of my life most people haven't seen me as a human being.

I'm an artist they adore or despise, who they can talk to however they want, treat however they want. Ex.

I ik I produce art like at the speed of a robot, but I got human feelings too... TTuTT

People just expect you to be godly cause your hand go brr and make art.

The curse of modern fandom is that it has allowed fans to get even closer to artists, but they won't view the artists as people.

Human limits, human mistakes, human feelings, human needs, are never ascribed to artists, and when other fans rightfully point out, "hey, humans are making this, maybe don't harass them or demand they cater to your personal tastes," it gets shut down under, "uh, people who make popular mainstream things are automatically Public Figures who are also probably rich, so eat the rich and destroy artists over every perceived minor fault. <3"

Even though there's, y'know, a really big strike currently going on because those artists are very much not rich or influential or in control of the bullshit.

[arminslovurrr]

choso who loves when u ride him, his rugged hands on ur ass as u grind ur cunt on his length. he’s a mess, his eyebrows furrowed as he immersed himself in the way u looked down at him like u owned everything that was him, his pillowy pink lips parted as whiny moans spewed out of his mouth like a fluid river. “fuh-fuckkkkk… u-ur so pretty baby mnghh..” he’d whine with his glossy eyes glued to ur pretty face. i mean, who wouldn’t be a wreck? the way u would move ur hips in a circular motion whilst still slamming ur self down onto his pelvis at an agonizing pace, the way u would every so often leaned down to peck his puffy lips n the way ur tough facade began to fade when his fat tip would slightly graze against ur g-spot. slowly losing himself everytime u would clench ur warm walls around his girth, it was all too perfect,even the part when u continued to ride him even though he had already spilled his thick silky cum into ur warmth.

he’d grip ur ass so tightly as he pushed himself impossibly deeper into ur heat, kissing ur cervix in the process just to spurt his creamy seed into ur womb, “awh choooo,” u whined as u slowed ur hips “that was alot, no? think you’ve been pent up, huh?” you teased as he nodded his head profusely. “s-shit, mhmm.. been so worked up angel..” he said as he wiped a bit of sweat off of his head. “then ya must have some more f’me, right?” u said tilting ur head to the right as u began to ride him again. “wha-what are you doin.. i just came, don’t have anymore f’yo- fuckk!!” he groaned softly when u bounced up n down on his thick cock, “shh it’s okay cho” you smiled at him, reaching a hand down to rub his rosy cheeks with ur thumb. digging his nails into ur hips as he tried to get u to let up on ur pace, “ple-easeeeee, c-can’t- hah fuckin take it babyyyy..” choso whimper as tears brimmed his waterline. not responding to him, u sped up ur pace, his sleepy looking eyes widening as he tosses his head back. if he wanted to say something, now he couldn’t, all words were stuck in his throat only letting a string of whines pass through.

“too much ‘s too much, gna cum f’you again baby!” he simpered as his hips involuntarily buck up to meet ur thrusts. it was so much, his eyes squeezed shut, biting his bottom lip in a attempt to stifle his moans- which did not work btw tears rolling down his pink cheeks,spilling his hot sticky cum into u once again as he cried out ur name. “fuck choso, ur cryin..” u watched in awe, ur hips slowing down to a maintainable pace so he could ride out his orgasm. once he came down from his high, he looked at u like u we’re a psychopath “u almost rode me to death, i mean it felt good but i felt like i was dying!” he said dramatically as he stared up at u, watching a smile form on ur face. his theory of u being a mad woman checked out when u said “chooo, i still haven’t cum yetttt, think you can go again?” ur say batting ur eyelashes,putting on the most irresistible face u could. u knew u won when he threw his head back into the pillow with a groan. he just couldn’t resist u n u knew it!

a/n: hiii guysss, i just wanted to whip up something real quick so im sorry for any spelling mistakes n stuff !!

© arminslovurr 2024, do not copy, translate or alter my work in any way.

[wishingprince]

I have an appointment on Friday to see someone finally about medicating my stupid adhd. I know it’s a long shot to be given medication right away for something like that but I find myself getting my desperate hopes up anyway.

It’s absolutely never been this bad before and I’m not entirely sure what to do. I have a to-do list pad that’s helping me scrounge through my life tasks. Maybe I should do a to-do list pad for my work shit, which does seem rather redundant but fuck anything to help me stay on task in the meantime until someone can help my brain.

[girlwhorizzed]

your whole life you'd been celibate, at least that's what you've told everyone your whole life.

it'd started when you entered middle school, being an early bloomer n'all you had what most girls didn't— boobs and an ass. you’d been cautious since then, especially once the attention of guys in your grade began to grow, and so had the teasing. but that doesn't mean you wanted them. the baggy clothes you wore to cover up yourself represented that— you didn't fit the shoes of someone who took pride in showing themselves off.

you’d grown to dread the look in their eyes, how they looked you up and down but especially when they’d let their gaze linger on your chest and ass before looking back up to your face. it made you feel objectified, no less of a person and just a pretty doll to take their lust out on, nothing more than their own personal toy.

that was till you met jj.

you’d seen him around the island in a faded black hoodie always wearing that stupid cap and a joint perched between his lips, all you knew of him was that he was blunt, a smartass who wouldn’t sugarcoat anything to save your feelings— he spoke to people like an equal — and it intrigued you. safe to say that year in ninth grade you made it your personal mission to get to know him, although you'd went to elementary and middle school, you never really got to know him.

you'd expected nonetheless for him to be alike to all the others boys in your grade, but with jj it was different, something about him felt so real to you. he was attractive, and not in that pretty boy look-at-me kind of way that the boys were; with his messy unkempt hair, that you assumed he'd cut himself— the permanent scowl on his face and the scruff on his chin like he never bothered putting effort into his appearance.

you’d never thought you’d even find yourself being with him, at first it was just because he was the one guy who caused trouble any chance he got, looking like the typical bad boy that every parent warns their child about, and that you should definitely steer clear of. he certainly did catch your eye, though. every time he’d be sitting on his own outside smoking, his hands fiddling with the lighter, you’d find your eyes drifting towards him during lunch, only to snap yourself out of it.

your sucked back into reality by jj, he’s kissing against the sensitive skin of your neck before his lips move higher to your ear, nipping at your lobe before letting go to speak, that voice of his all sultry and deep sending chills to your stomach. he's applying sloppy kisses to your cheek now, the sweat created within the two of you becoming slippery and it's a struggle to keep close.

you’re on your back, legs wrapped like a bow around jj's waist as he works to satisfy you— his hair is getting longer and messy, strands sticking together from the sweat and it’s hanging over his face, the ends tickling over yours whenever it gets close enough and it’s absolutely wrecking your brain and you can’t get enough of it; the sight and the touch, his face, all of it.

you can't keep the moans contained much longer— it all becomes to much. he’s pressing his thumb onto your bottom lip to stop your moans from getting too loud. “shh, shh..” he mumbles, and you’re trying your best to hold them back but you can’t really help it when everything feels like that and it’s so hard to keep quiet. “you gotta stay quiet.” his voice is so gentle, and you manage a whimper as you nod, feeling him smile against your skin.

“mnghh. oh — oh fuuucck, right —” the way he’d groan low like that, the sound coming from deep within his chest — like he was in need, like you somehow felt too good to handle. both his hands were gripping the underside of your thighs, anchoring you to him, keeping you close, keeping you in place. you’re panting heavily, mouth open in ecstasy as you whine out his name — it was embarrassing, it made you feel so vulnerable in his arms. you’re desperate — for release, for him, you’re squeezing around him.

you look like you’re in bliss, head dropped back in ecstasy, letting loose all the sinful moans that you know drive him absolutely feral. his fingers grip the undersides of your thighs, holding you down on the pillow while his mouth sucks and bites at the skin of your neck, teeth leaving behind an imprint of his possession. the sounds of your whines and whimpers bouncing off the walls, adding fuel to the fire that’s burning away deep inside him that drives him forwards, craving your pleas and gasps as they spill out through your perfect pink lips.

he’s swearing, breath coming out in huffs, eyes almost screwed shut — as though taking in every last single feeling, and he’s looking down at you, looking at the way you’re writhing under him — mouth hanging open in a constant string of moans, eyes glossy, hair messy and sticking to your forehead.

he thinks to himself that you look almost pornographic, the thought makes you suddenly feel so exposed, he’s looking at you with such adoration, and his pace is steady but firm — but you feel so bare under him, it’s starting to become a little overwhelming — almost too good, too intimate — overstimulating. it’s too much, and you suddenly start to squirm, as if trying to get away almost — but you don’t go far. he’s too in-control — he always is — even in such intense circumstances, he holds you in place, keeping you on his bed as he murmurs lowly, keeping his voice even and smooth. ”c’mon, don’t start doing that now. be a good girl." he coaches you, giving you a rough pat to your side.

the praise alone nearly makes you start to whine again, his voice is commanding you, soothing you, it’s sending heat through you straight to your core — and it’s only then that he notices your trembling. "jayj! it's— too much!" your legs struggling against him, nails digging into his scalp and back, squirming all around like a cat getting a bath.

”oh, baby..” a pause. he starts to speak, the tone more loving than before. “is it too much, honey?” he lets his voice go soft as he asks tenderly, and you’re suddenly feeling so spoiled by him, feeling so loved and full, he lets go of one of your thighs to check on you.

you feel sensitive, overwhelmed. a little shaken up if you were to be honest, but with the way he was treating you like fine china in this moment, you were beginning to feel better. it was hard to form any words, you’re trying to even your breathing, hands coming to rest on his shoulders — you’re holding on to him, needing to feel his strength as you calm yourself down. you just needed him, always did. you nodded sweetly, flashing him a cheeky reassuring smile— "uh-huh jayj m' okay!"

his eyes almost gleam when he sees that beautiful smile of yours, and he’s letting out a slow exhale as he takes in your blissed out expression, taking in everything there is to see — he’s starting to calm down too, feeling satisfied, but it all comes to a stop as he hears the tone of your voice. "you’re such a good girl, you know that?” he murmurs, and you feel so safe in his arms, feeling like his own personal teddy bear in the moment — something to keep close, to adore.

as it’s your first time, it was expected to be overwhelming — you’d never felt so full in your life — so vulnerable. his touch was so gentle as he kept going, making sure you were okay. it’s intense, but his constant caresses and praises keep you calm and reassured. it’s a lot but it’s good and there was no one you’d rather be with to take that first step. "i love you."

“god, you’re a lil angel, ain’t you.” he murmurs, his tone all velvety, you think you would’ve melted right then and there if you weren’t already a puddle under him. he takes your hands from his shoulders and pins them back next to your head now, using his hands as leverage to hold you down and keep you in place.

it’s only a month into your weird situationship and he’s got you completely entranced — and he can see that. you like to pretend you’re not clingy, that you weren’t absolutely enamoured with him, the pining look in your eyes betrayed you. he’s never been the “exclusive” type but having you constantly coming around and begging for his attention all the time was starting to warm his heart, in a way that he wasn’t used to. it felt nice.

you bat your eyelashes at him, taking his time and being patient with you, making sure everything is perfect and you feel good— even made sure you felt comfortable on your back, propped up stuffed animals although that's bare minimum, you still appreciated the effort he put into your first experience, it turns you on more then ever, you know he's ticking not to go rough on you. "y'could go rough y'know."

he’s scoffing, shaking his head a bit, his hands are rubbing your wrists now — rubbing light soothing circles on the sensitive skin. “don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart, i don’t wantcha hurtin’ yourself.” he speaks softly, keeping his tone gentle and light. protective almost, like you were a delicate little bird he didn’t dare scare away.

“please.” you murmur, voice pleading, hands clawing into his shoulders. “just a lil harder? i want it, i can handle it.” he bites his tongue, jaw muscles clenching — he hesitates just for a moment, eyes flicking between you and the headboard as he weighs up his options. he knows if he does what you ask it’s over for him, all his self-control is gone when you’ve got him so soft.

“you don’t know what you’re on about. just — just trust me, okay? i’m not gonna hurt you. i need you to trust me.” his hands are rubbing your thighs again, trying to soothe you before his tone turns almost stern. "y-yes, i trust you. just..” you pause for a moment, taking in his intense gaze, his hands still resting on your thighs, holding you on the bed as he looks down at you, struggling to defend your own honor.

“ “please? i can take it. i just —” you began to ramble, noticing when j went silent you cut yourself off, suddenly embarrassed, suddenly feeling so small under his gaze.

’m i understood?” he looks at you pointedly, waiting for an answer. he can be so authoritative sometimes, it’s a bit surprising when he's the goofy one in the relationship.

you want to argue with him on it but you can't bring yourself to do so, he's still inside you after all and you can feel his movement even if it's fatal. but it does things to you, you can’t lie, making you feel all warm and fuzzy. it makes it hard to argue back at him, especially in this vulnerable position — he still hasn’t broken eye contact with you, waiting with that firm look on his face for your response. for the little time he knows you, he grew to adapt to the fact that your silence speaks louder than your words.

it’s only a few moments but it feels like forever before he looks away, sighing out as he turns his head, breaking the intense eye contact. he’s still continuing his gentle ministrations as he starts to speak again. “i’m just looking out for you, okay? you’re new t’this and i don’t want things getting any rougher than the basics for your first time, yeah?”

just as your about to let it go, forget it and confide into him— your hit with something you can't find to put into words. it happened accidentally because the position you were in began to cause an ache in your back, you shifted more frontal up and back to fast. it all happened so fast, your head goes fuzzy from the unexpected feeling. it’s like electricity is coursing through your spine, heat and pleasure spreading through every nerve in your body. “oh — oh! fu-” it’s so intense and a part of you wants more, but another part of you panics at just how good it felt, it feels like too much but yet you find yourself clenching tighter around him as he keeps you pinned, like your body is betraying you to feel more of that feeling.

she’s completely embarrassed, feeling so flustered at the loud moan that escaped her. it didn’t make it any better with the way he grinned a smug smug grin that made his handsome features all the more striking. it’s almost condescending when he speaks again, tone cocky. “aww, my baby got her first milestone, squirting!” he says in a voice that should be used for a school graduation, but instead it's for you, because you had an orgasm.

it makes her heart pound, even more so when he brings one of his hands up to her face again to caress her cheek in a reassuring motion. “i was only teasin’ yuh, darlin’.” he chuckles lightly, “you’re doin’ just fine, okay? you’ll know what y’can take and what you can’t, all you needa do it tell me.” his voice is caring, and gentle. he was always so caring of her, always so gentle, so tender like she was fine crystal and he didn’t want to break her.

before you could even acknowledge what had happened, he’s already pulling out, sitting back down against the headboard of the bed before you lay against him. he pulls the blankets up around you, wrapping an arm around your bare shoulders and pulling you close. “did so good, honey..” he murmurs as he runs his fingers through your hair tenderly, you can feel the rumble in his chest against your ear, his low voice soothing.

you just smile, accepting the praise and his love— a little irritated that your left to wipe up the liquid you'd oozed out, still a little surprised all that came out of something so— little.

[citrine-elephant]

trying again, but right as i close in on The Part, my post-anxiety response has started to really kick in and i am incredibly fuckin tired

the universe says i can't write smut

trying to write actual smut but i'm too ace for the ace activity of raunchy fanfiction

feel like i'm just edging the potential reader until i figure out how to completely sideline the foreplay into something stupid and action packed and completely unrelated

[sweetimpurity]

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ day 13!! a short one but a hot one ;) wc: 870 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

“Can’t believe I’m finally screwing my stepsister…” Your boyfriend's husky voice hums, smiling like an asshole. Immediately silenced by your fingers plunging into his mouth, stopping the silly words from coming out. And he laughs around your digits, knowing you hate him saying stuff like that. Even if it sells well. Those stupid titles on videos that wrack up millions of views, all for fake orgasms and exaggerated moans. “Shut up, idiot…” You laugh, a gasping moan following the flutter of giggles leaving your lips. “Oh! Babe-”

“Mmm mmm…” He hums and groans around your fingers in his mouth, sucking around your knuckles. Hips pumping between your trembling thighs, fists clenched and pressed to the mattress by your waist to keep himself up and give him leverage. You’ve been going at it for a while now. Multiple positions and angles, countless orgasms. And now you’re lazy. The both of you. Fucking on the corner of the bed and you almost forget the camera is rolling. Your head lols off the edge of the bed, whining and gasping when he hits the spot. That gummy place that kisses his squishy tip so perfectly, almost too much, his brow furrowing and biting down gently on your fingers. And he looks up, your fingers slipping from his lips with a slick pop. A thick arm reaches to angle the camera down a bit more so it captures your face and the way your tits bounce from the rhythm of his thrusts. “There you go, baby…” He whispers, checking out the view in the camera before returning to the task at hand. Gripping your hips and fucking into you a little harder and faster. Hearing your gasps and whines. “Mnghh! Mig!”

“Look so good baby… you look so good…” He huffs. Wrapping his arm around your lower back to angle your hips down a bit more. Allowing his cock to push up directly on your g spot. Rubbing and kissing and bringing you closer to coming. Your arms drape over your face, huffing and clenching your hands. Until he pushes your arms above your head with one hand. Pulling whines from the back of your throat. “Let ‘em see you… so pretty… smile for the camera, baby…” He can’t help but laugh, watching that cheeky smile wash over your flushing face. The way you’re still trying to hide away, closing your eyes. 

He adjusts. Big hands cradling your thighs and extending your legs up and over his chest. Your feet in the air over one of his shoulders, toes curling in your white socks. Your hand flying to his thigh as if to slow him pounding into your weeping cunt. But he just takes your hand, pulling it to his chest so you can feel his heart. Feel how hard and fast he’s breathing. And feel close to him.

Skin slaps on skin and the sheets are soaked under you. Your fingers entwine with his, squeezing hard, urgent.

“I’m gonna come!” You sob and he grabs the camera in his free hand. Focusing it on your pretty face as you’re on the edge of coming for the umpteenth time tonight. Your eyes closed and cheeks flushed. The fans always say they love seeing your face when you come. Sometimes it makes Miguel angry. Makes him jealous that people would say that about you, and that there are hundreds of thousands of people watching you reach climax after climax. But then he remembers it’s his cock you’re coming on. And that jealousy goes away. Knowing hundreds of people want you but they’ll never have you. And they’ll only ever watch him fuck you on a screen. He spreads your legs again, keeping his rhythm consistent and deep the way you like. Turning the camera down to where his cock disappears into you. Slick shining on his shaft, your pretty pussy eating him up over and over. He holds the camera in one hand, his other hand splayed out on your abdomen, occasionally going up to cup your tits, rubbing his fingers over your nipples. “Come on, pretty girl, come…” He whispers. Twitching inside you and itching to pump you full. 

“MMnghhh!” You cry, holding your breath and gushing on him. Literally dribbling and slobbering around his girth, further wetting the bed sheets. And he’s quick to follow. His pumps grow more shallow the closer he gets. So the audience can see his deposit drip out of you. The most viewed moment in every video. It’s just good content. 

“Hah… shit…” He huffs. Thrusting just his tip in you and spurting warm white inside. Letting it drool back out. Quickly panning down to capture the sight. Spread your folds with his fingers to display you in all your perfect glory. Slipping with his milky essence, his mark, his claim. 

…

“Jesus, this is like our most viewed video, babe…” He smiles down at his phone, looking over at you with a raised brow across the couch and rubbing your legs draped over his lap. Watching you roll your eyes. “You say that about every video, Miguel…” You tease him. “Maybe it’s because you’re half the views yourself…” 

“Can you blame me, baby? You look like fuckin’ pornstar…” 

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[mistywaves98]

Hello hi hi your writing is very nice so like.... scara x bratty reader smut where reader is really condescending and annoying but they get put in their place??? HBsjbejd 😵‍💫😵‍💫

✧･ﾟ:* ->Scaramouche x Bratty! Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Overstimulation, (slight) Bondage, Degradation + Praise, Dirty talk, Kind of short ngl!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Smut written by a minor!

You'd lost track of how many times you've came by now. It felt like hours since Scaramouche got fed up with your attitude and decided to take matters into his own hands. Now you've found yourself pinned to the bed on your stomach, knees planted into the mattress which caused your back to arch uncomfortably. Your hands were bound behind your back with a piece of rope that dug into your delicate skin, bound to leave marks afterwards. His hand was pressed against the side of your face, pushing your head down into the pillow covered with your drool and tears.

His pace was unforgiving, fast strokes which drove your fucked out face deeper into the fluff. The feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock made him groan as he leaned down, chest flush against your sweaty back to whisper into your ear,"You should hear yourself, moaning for my cock like a common whore...F-fuck—! Tightening around me so well... C-come on, just admit it. Hah...You can't resist me.."

Despite being on the verge of another orgasm, you couldn't help but choke out a snarky response through whines,"A-as if..! I— Mnghh!" Your sentence is cut off as a hand slams down on the back of your neck, forcing your head into the pillow even more. Your entire body tenses and you can't help but let out a cry as you gush around his cock, coating it with more of your essence that seeps through the already- stained sheets.

"God... Got you cumming and whimpering on my dick and yet you still have the nerve to fucking defy me..! Ngh—! Don't worry, b-by the end of this, I'll be sure to have all the attitude fucked out of you...!" He growled, hips meeting yours so brutally that your entire body rocks back and forth on the bed which was now creaking at an alarming volume.

Your consciousness was starting to waver now, the exhaustion catching up to you. It all felt so good, maybe even too good. All you could think about was the feeling of his length sliding in and out of you, the tip kissing your g-spot so precisely you wouldn't be surprised if you climaxed once more soon. Your mind felt hazy and unclear, you couldn't even form a coherent thought, let alone full sentences. Any word you attempted to speak came out as a mere murmur which faded to a moan.

"What was that? Did I finally dumb my bratty girl down to a fucked out mess? Think you can be an obedient slut now? Hah..! You probably can't even register my words..." He mocked, briefly laughing in a satisfied manner. Scaramouche was right, you really were too drunk on pleasure to form a single thought or word in that little head of yours. The sight of you lying there, taking everything he gave you was so arousing, it made him feel like he could keep fucking you all night.

And that's exactly what he planned to do. He continued to thrust into your abused pussy till he finally came with a grunt, filling it with his seed which met with your cum in an erotic mixture of fluids. Scaramouche slowed his pace a bit as he rode out his high, relishing the sweet moans from you as he fucked his cum into you. Before you knew it, his pace increased its speed again, making it clear that he wasn't going to be stopping anytime soon.

Your body was already so sensitive and sore at this point, you wanted to apologize for your insolence but now you could barely get a mere 'sorry' out. As if reading your thoughts, Scaramouche reached a hand down and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling it back harshly to lift your head out of the pillow. Tears streaked your face, flowing down from your puffy eyes over reddened cheeks before dripping onto the pillow below.

"It's too late to say sorry now, sweetheart. I'm going to ruin you tonight and you're going to enjoy it... Perhaps next time you'll think twice about disobeying me..."

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚

Cw: sex, smut, afab!switch!reader x Hobie Brown, vaginal penetration, pierced dick Hobie supremacy,riding, degradation, spanking, slapping, choking, hair pulling, teasing, porn without plot, almost immediate smut, I'm horrible writing Hobie's accent

Notes: inspired by a dream I had last night

It had been a really rough day, when you got to your shared flat, you simply collapsed on the couch like your muscles were jelly, didn't even have enough energy to reach for your pocket to look at your phone. After you regain enough energy, you go to bed and clumsily take off your clothes, leaving only a t-shirt and underwear, you rest comfortably, after a few minutes you slightly lift your head from the pillow to see Hobie getting out of the shower, rummaging through his clothes to find sweatpants to sleep on, when he bend over, you can see the curve of his lower back and the towel scarcely covering up his body. God, he was hot, you bite your lip and stare shamelessly.

"See sumthin' you like?" He asks with a cocky smile

"You know the answer"

"Maybe I don't need to put clothes on after all" he teases, but he's really asking if you're up to

"Unfortunately you do, I'm way too tired to, y'know" you roll into the other side of the bed to make room for Hobie

"I can always do all the work, y' can starfish if ya want"

And that's how you ended up like this, gripping for dear life into the sheets and muffling your sounds on the tear and drooled stained pillow, you don't know how long it's been, but you know this must be at least your fourth denied orgasm, for the entirety of you session has ignored all your desperate pleas of "c'mon", "please", "lemme cum", and like he has done before, he grabs your hips roughly and keeps you in place to impede you from grinding into his cock and getting the little stimulus left so you can climax.

"mnghh, teasing asshole" you murmur, your voice shaky and airy as the only thing keeping you awake is your frustration from all the ruined orgasms your loving boyfriend has decided to provide tonight. He hears this, and grabs a fistful of your hair to lift your head, "what'chu saying there, luv?" He whispers in your ear, the pain and the vibration of his deep voice makes you clench around him, he pulls out of you, leaving only the tip inside and making you whine at the feeling of emptiness, you want to reply to him, but he has fucked you stupid, you can't connect your brain with your mouth enough to form coherent words, and only let out an irritated sound. "Yeah, that's what I thought", he lets your head fall into the pillow, and slam his cock roughly into your guts, spanking your ass and making you moan loudly, you're so pent up you're sure you could cum from the pain alone, but he makes sure to keep you on edge, pressing himself deep inside and then putting pressure on your lower abdomen, you feel everything, every vein, every ridge, and most importantly,you feel his prince Albert piercing in your most sensitive spots, he bites your shoulder continuing his brutal pace, and like every time before, he stops when you're close. You continue uttering the orchestra of pathetic little whimpers at his mean antics, but you're determined to cum and not take a second more of this pleasurable torture. With energy you didn't know you had, you flip him over and steady yourself on top him while he's too shocked (and intrigued on what you'd do) to move. You set an irregular pace with your hips, between your desperate and uncoordinated movements you find the position that gives you the most stimulation, and start riding him furiously, tears blurring your vision, he moans too. "You gon' cum for me?" He's still so arrogant even though he's under you.

"Oh, shut the fuck up" you put your hands around his neck and lightly squeeze, you feel his cock twitch inside you, the knot in your stomach starts to untie and this time no one stops it, you feel your orgasm leave your body shaking and convulsing in bliss, Hobie grabs onto your thighs to keep himself from cumming too, leaving crescent moon red marks on the skin with his chipped black painted nails.

You take a moment to recover from the mind blowing orgasm, collapsing on Hobies chest, his piercen nipples grazing yours and making you shiver at the cool metal. "You want to sleep now, sweetheart?" Hobie asks you, massaging the supple skin of your ass and thighs. You look at him like he said the most inappropriate words someone has heard in twenty years, you sit, straddling him again. "I asked for one thing 'cause I was tired and you just acted like a fucking brat for god knows how long, you don't pull that shit and get no consequences. You said you'd help me out, so now you stay there and let me use this cock until I'm bored" you grab his jaw and slap him across the face, he excitedly nods and you can see the fucked up expression in his face, he's probably enjoying this more than you do.

[screampied]

Vegasss how about writting smut about Tatsu from the way of the househusband 🫦

ommmg tatsu 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ that manga was so silly i love tatsu BADLYYYY. i’d love to !!! house husbands mnghh >>>>