#now are you going to be a PUSSY and let that stop you from making female characters that FUCK HARD

[eyrichandesu]

⤷How they react when you squirt for the first time

Caleb

You soak him mid-thrust—your slick gushing out suddenly, dripping between your thighs and down his stomach. Caleb stills for a moment, eyes locked on the mess pooling beneath you both, then lets out a sharp exhale like he’s just been punched in the gut. “Holy fuck… you just squirted all over my cock.” His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back onto him as he thrusts up—deep and rough, chasing it again. "That’s it, baby. Make a mess. I want you to keep doing that—over and over until the whole bed’s drenched.” He thumbs your clit while he pounds into you, voice tight and desperate. “You can’t even stop now, can you? Look at you—so fucked out, still leaking. That’s mine. All of it. ”You squirt out suddenly around his fingers and he freezes, eyes locked between your legs, watching the flood of slick that coats his palm and thighs.

Rafayel

Then he smiles. Slowly. Darkly. “You’ve been holding out on me.” He pushes two fingers back in without warning, pressing against that same spongy spot, curling just right—and when you jolt from overstimulation, he laughs softly, voice syrup-smooth. “Aww, what’s wrong? Too much now?” “No, no. You’re not tapping out yet. Not when I just got to the good part.” He leans close, his forehead resting against yours as he whispers: “Be a good girl and squirt again for me. I want this whole room smelling like you.”

Xavier

You squirt mid-ride, and his entire body jerks—like it physically startled him, only to be followed by the dirtiest grin you’ve ever seen on his face. “No fuckin’ way. You just made a goddamn mess.” He grabs your waist and starts fucking up into you from below, rough, wet slaps echoing in the room.“Soaked me, baby. Look at you—dripping, shaking, moaning like a fuckin’ pornstar.” He thumbs your clit with no mercy, lips brushing your ear: “We’re not done. I’m not stopping until you squirt again. And again. Let’s see how wrecked I can get you.”

Sylus

You squirt across his face the moment his tongue flattens against your clit, and he moans, messy and loud, as your slick covers his chin, lips, even his neck. He doesn’t move away. If anything, he grips your thighs tighter, licking through the mess like it’s his last meal. “Ohh, fuck yes… that’s it, pretty girl.” “So wet for me. You gonna do it again while I’m sucking on this sweet little pussy? ”He sucks your clit harder, tongue dragging in tight circles, fingers fucking into you from below. You’re twitching, whimpering—and he’s groaning like he’s in heaven. “C’mon, give it to me again. I wanna drown in it.”

Zayne

Your thighs jerk, body tight, and then your slick gushes out—warm and sudden, drenching his wrist and soaking the sheets beneath you. For a moment, Zayne goes still. His gaze drops to where his fingers are buried inside you, now coated and dripping. The soft sound of your breathing fills the room, ragged and ruined. He doesn’t smirk. He doesn’t flinch. He just stares, almost fascinated. “You lost control,” he murmurs. “Completely.” He slowly withdraws his hand, watching the slick stretch between your folds and his fingers. A quiet pause. Then he drags his fingers across your inner thigh, spreading the mess without a hint of shame, eyes never leaving your face. “So reactive. And yet you haven’t even reached your limits.” He brings his fingers to his lips, tasting you with clinical slowness—not for show, but to commit the moment to memory. Then, without warning, he slides two fingers back in, deeper this time, curling with meticulous precision. “You’re going to do that again.” “I’ll make sure of it. His voice stays soft, composed—but the weight behind it is devastating. “Don’t hold back. I want everything.”

[rikirush]

𐙚 ENHYPEN when you ask them to fuck you raw

Jungwon

His eyes, usually sharp and assessing, went dark as ink the moment the words left your lips. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face, the kind that promised both reward and absolute control. "Raw?" he repeated, his voice a low purr that vibrated down your spine.

"Such a good girl, knowing exactly what she needs from me." His fingers, surprisingly strong, traced your jawline before sliding down to grip your throat, not choking, but claiming. "You want me bare inside you? Want to feel every inch without anything between us?"

His other hand already pushing your thighs apart, fingertips finding your soaked pussy. "Such a greedy little thing, begging to be filled. Gonna give you exactly what you asked for." He sheathed himself in one brutal thrust, the hot, thick slide of him stretching you wide open, the absence of any barrier making the burn and fullness shockingly intimate.

His thrusts were deep, measured, and punishingly effective, each one punctuated by low murmurs against your ear: "Taking me so well... so deep... made for this, aren't you? Made to take me raw." The praise coiled heat low in your belly, tightening with every possessive word, every snap of his hips that hit your deepest spot.

When he came, it was with a groan, burying himself in you, his cock pulsing violently as hot ropes of cum flooded your depths, marking you from the inside. "There," he breathed, still lodged deep, his thumb stroking your clit possessively. "Got what you begged for. My good girl."

Heeseung

A harsh, almost disbelieving laugh escaped him. "Fuck you raw?" His gaze raked over you, stripping you bare with its intensity, lingering on the flush spreading across your chest.

"You think you deserve that? Think you can handle it without a barrier, you desperate slut?" His hand shot out, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back. "You just want to feel me ruin you, don't you? Want to be nothing but a used-up hole for my cock?" He shoved you forward, bending you over the nearest surface, your cheek pressed against cold wood.

The sound of his zipper was loud, followed by the thick, heavy slap of his bare cock against your ass. He didn't tease, didn't prepare; he just lined up and slammed home, the brutal invasion stealing your breath. "Feel that?" he snarled, moving into you with relentless, jarring thrusts. "Feel how deep I go when there's nothing stopping me? How fucking raw it is?" Each word was a lash, each thrust a punishment.

"You're just a filthy cunt, begging to be pumped full. Gonna cum so deep inside this worthless hole, mark it as mine." The degradation mixed with the overwhelming sensation of his thick cock stretching you, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. His rhythm became erratic, brutal, and he drove in one final time, grinding deep as his cock swelled and erupted, a hot, gushing flood filling you, his groan a mix of disgust and dark satisfaction.

"There. Full of me. Just like the dirty little whore you are."

Jay

His eyebrow arched, a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by cool authority. "Raw?" His voice was deceptively calm, but his eyes held a predatory gleam. "That's a significant request. Requires complete submission." He stepped closer, his presence imposing.

"On your knees. Now." When you obeyed, trembling, he unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness. "Open your mouth." He fed you his cock, thick and already leaking, letting you taste him before pulling away, leaving you wanting. "Good. Now, present yourself." He guided you onto all fours. His fingers probed your entrance, finding you dripping.

"So wet already. Eager to be bred?" He positioned himself, the broad, blunt head of his cock pressing insistently against your tight ring. "You will take it all. You will not move until I permit it." He pushed in slowly, relentlessly, the stretch agonizing and exquisite without lube or condom, the heat and texture of his bare skin against your inner walls overwhelming. His thrusts were deep, controlled, and powerful, each one a demonstration of ownership.

"This is what you asked for," he stated, his voice tight with restraint. "My cock filling you raw. Claiming you. Remember your place." The sheer dominance, the unyielding control as he filled you completely, pushed you higher. His control snapped as he felt your walls clench, slamming into you with brutal force, his cock swelling and then erupting, a scalding torrent flooding your core.

He held himself deep, grinding, ensuring every drop stayed inside. "Mine," he declared, his breath hot on your neck. "Marked."

Jake

A wide, almost boyish grin spread across his face, but his eyes turned sharp and hungry. "Fuck you raw?" He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Someone's feeling bold today. Or just incredibly naughty." He closed the distance, his hand sliding up your inner thigh, fingers brushing your soaked folds.

"You wanna feel me all the way inside? No hiding?" His finger plunged in, curling, making you gasp. "So wet for it already. Such a bad girl." He pushed you down, pinning your wrists above your head. His cock, hard and heavy, rubbed against your entrance, smearing pre-cum.

"Gonna make you scream," he promised, his grin turning feral. He thrust in hard and fast, the sudden, bare penetration a shock of pure sensation. He set a punishing pace, deep and relentless, his hips slapping against yours.

"Feel good?" he taunted, watching your face contort. "Feel how deep I can go? How much hotter it is raw?" He leaned down, biting your earlobe. "Gonna fill this greedy little pussy up. Make a mess inside you. That what you wanted, you filthy thing?" His words, laced with playful malice, combined with the intense friction of his bare cock pistoning into your slick channel, drove you wild. His rhythm stuttered, his thrusts becoming shallow, frantic jerks as he buried himself to the root, groaning as his cock pulsed, pumping thick, hot cum deep into your womb.

"There you go," he panted, collapsing slightly, still pulsing inside you. "Full of my cum. Happy now, you little minx?"

Sunghoon

His expression remained cool, almost impassive, but a dark fire ignited in his eyes. "Raw?" he repeated, his voice a low, smooth murmur. He stepped forward, his movements precise, trapping you against the wall. One hand cupped your face, the other slid between your legs, finding you embarrassingly wet.

"You want me to claim you completely? To own you from the inside?" His finger slipped inside, then two, stretching you, his gaze locked on yours. "No barriers. Just me filling you." He withdrew his fingers, slick with your arousal, and guided his cock to your entrance. The initial push was slow, deliberate, the thick head stretching you open, the sensation of bare skin on sensitive flesh intensely intimate.

He slid in with agonizing control, inch by inch, until he was fully seated, his hips flush against yours. "Mine," he stated, no question, just fact. His thrusts began, deep, slow, and devastatingly thorough, each one dragging his bare length along your inner walls, creating a friction that was almost too much.

"Feel every vein," he commanded softly, his breath cool against your heated skin. "Feel how deep I plant myself in you." The icy control, the absolute possession in his gaze and his movements, was intoxicating. He maintained the slow, deep rhythm until he felt your climax building, then his thrusts became harder, faster, driving into you with focused intensity.

With a low sound, he slammed deep, his cock swelling and then unleashing, a flood of hot cum filling you, his body rigid against yours. He held you there, impaled, as he emptied himself. "Marked," he whispered, finally pulling out, watching his release leak from you.

Sunoo

His pretty face lit up with a bright, almost innocent smile that didn't reach his suddenly dark eyes. "Fuck you raw?” he cooed, his voice sugary sweet.

"That's such a dirty thing to say." He trailed a delicate finger down your chest. "Are you that desperate to be used? Just a little cumdump for me?" His hand slipped between your legs, fingers probing your entrance with surprising roughness.

"So wet just from saying it. You really are a slut, aren't you?" He pushed you down, his slender frame surprisingly strong. His cock, hard and surprisingly thick, pressed against you. "Gonna ruin this pretty little pussy," he whispered, his sweet tone laced with venom. He thrust in without warning, the sudden, bare intrusion making you cry out.

"Shh," he soothed mockingly, setting a fast, shallow rhythm that hit your clit with every snap of his hips. "Take it. Take my cock raw like the little whore you are. Bet you love feeling it stretch you open, don't you?" His words, so sweetly delivered, were filthy, degrading. "Gonna pump you so full of my cum, make a mess of your insides. That's all you're good for."

The contrast between his angelic face, his voice, and the crude words and the relentless pounding of his bare cock was overwhelming. He fucked you with focused intensity, his breath coming in sharp gasps, before driving deep with a high-pitched moan, his cock jerking as he flooded your depths with hot, sticky cum.

"There," he sighed, still inside you, patting your hip like a pet. "All filled up. Good girl."

Ni-ki

His eyes widened, then instantly darkened with raw, unbridled hunger. A low growl rumbled in his chest. "Raw? Now?" He was on you in an instant, hands gripping your hips, lifting you effortlessly, pinning you against the wall. There was no finesse, only desperate need.

He fumbled with his pants, his cock springing free, thick and already dripping. He guided himself to your entrance, the broad head slick with pre-cum and your own wetness. "Need it," he growled, voice thick. "Need to be in you. Now." He slammed upwards, sheathing himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, the sheer force and the shocking intimacy of bare skin on skin making you see stars.

He set a frantic, almost animalistic pace immediately, pounding into you with raw power, his hips pistoning, the wet, slapping sounds loud in the room. "So tight," he gasped, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes wild. "So hot... raw... fuck." He wasn't talking to you, more to himself, lost in the sensation. His hands gripped you hard enough to bruise, holding you in place for his relentless assault.

"Gonna cum... gonna fill you... deep," he choked out, his rhythm becoming even more erratic, desperate. With a guttural roar, he buried himself impossibly deep, his body shuddering violently as his cock pulsed again and again, unleashing a torrent of hot cum deep inside you, coating your walls. He stayed buried, panting heavily, his body trembling against yours, still throbbing within you. "Mine," he breathed, a primal claim.

[confessionsandcreampies]

cnc & spanking with shidou would include…

pre-scene rules that turn him on more than anything. you talk about limits, safe words, and everything you want him to do, and watching you say “i want you to take it from me. i want to fight and lose.” has him twitching in his pants. “fuck, baby… you’re sick. just like me.”

his entire demeanor shifting the moment you say the scene is on. the grin gets meaner. his eyes go dark. and suddenly, you’re not just his girlfriend, you’re his target.

he’s cornering you in your own bedroom, voice low and mocking as he says, “what’s wrong, sweetheart? you look scared. you should be.” …as you back up exactly how you both planned.

he’s wrestling you down easily, pinning your wrists above your head. you push, you squirm, you say “no” …and it only makes him groan. “tch, too fuckin’ bad. you’re mine tonight.”

he’s shoving you down over his knee or onto the bed, yanking down your panties, and letting his hand crack against your ass hard and loud. “look at you—kicking and whining. bet your pussy’s soaked, huh?”

he’s spanking until your skin is red and your moans turn to whimpers, checking in with a dirty smirk, “still with me, baby?” and when you nod, breathless, he growls, “good. now shut the fuck up and take it.”

he’s grabbing your hair, forcing your back into an arch, spanking harder each time you say “stop”, and ignoring it only because he knows it’s part of the play. his real focus? your safe word. always.

him taunting you while you struggle. “is this what you wanted? to cry while i fuck you dumb? to scream and get nothing but more cock in return?”

he’s fucking you without giving you a second to think. no prep. just spit, pressure, and a brutal thrust while you thrash and gasp. “too late for begging now, baby. i’m takin’ what’s mine.”

his hand slamming into your ass mid-thrust, using the rhythm of the spanking to make you scream louder. “louder. let ‘em hear you getting ruined.”

and when you finally sob out your safe word or he sees you right at your limit? he stops instantly, pulls out and scoops you into his lap like you’re glass. “shhh… you did so fucking good for me, baby. so perfect. i got you. you okay?”

aftercare that’ll break you in the best way. warm bath, kisses to your sore skin, soft hands rubbing lotion into bruises he made. “you were so strong for me. you made all my filthy dreams come true tonight. i’m the luckiest sick fuck alive.”

[chaeuvy]

Bkg eating his girls kitty for the first time😍😍

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑! ⎯ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

summary: It’s the first time Katsuki gets his mouth on your pussy, and he loses every shred of self-control. He’s messy, greedy, and completely gone — grinding into the bed, and he doesn’t care how pathetic he sounds… because he needs you. All of you. Again and again.

warnings: oral sex (m→f), katsuki being hopelessly pussy drunk, thigh-gripping, hair-pulling, one-sided bed humping (yeah he does that), soft whimpering bakugo, katsuki being so down bad it’s embarrassing, begging, possessiveness, desperate, overstimulation themes, messy sounds, cum worship, feral praise kink energy, emotionally horny behavior, explicit language.

wc: 0.5k words.

anon: I love whipped katsuki .

Your thighs trembled around his head, and Katsuki let out a deep, wrecked groan like he was being fucking blessed, like your pussy was holy and he’d finally found religion.

“You’re so wet,” he grunted, voice low, wrecked with lust.

He was starving. Eyes glazed, mouth messy, hips grinding into the mattress like his life depended on it. His hands clutched at your thighs like he’d die if you pulled away, like he needed you locked in place, wrapped around him, forever.

“Oh fuck, baby—fuck,” he whined, actually whined, voice muffled against your slick folds. “I can’t—can’t fuckin’ believe I went this long without havin’ this—” His tongue lapped at you desperately, sloppily, completely lost in the taste. “What the fuck were we thinkin’—how the fuck did I not know you tasted like this—?”

He moaned against your pussy like he was drunk on it—high off the sweet, soaked mess of you on his tongue. His hips rutted again, slow and mindless, cock leaking into the sheets like all it took was the sound of your breath hitching above him.

And god, he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t. He was in too deep.

“This pussy’s mine now,” he breathed, dragging his tongue up your slit like he was trying to memorize it. “M’gonna fuckin’ die down here—don’t even care. Let me—please, let me taste it again, fuck, I need it.”

Your moan made his whole body shudder. He sounded broken, like every second not buried in you was physically painful. His tongue fucked into you again, messy and greedy, spit and slick dripping down his chin, and he didn’t care. He wanted it all. Wanted you dripping on his face, on his tongue, wanted to feel you fall apart from his mouth.

“Goddamn, you’re so warm,” he whimpered, dragging his mouth back to your clit and sucking so hard your back arched off the bed. “So fuckin’ sweet, so—so perfect. Baby, please. Please come for me. Wanna taste it. Wanna feel you fuckin’ break on my mouth—need it, fuck, need it.”

His thumb rubbed fast, frantic circles against your clit while his tongue dove back in, noisy, obscene, practically worshipping your cunt with every movement. He was making the filthiest sounds—slurping, gasping, moaning like your pussy was the only thing that ever made sense.

And when you came? He lost it.

You screamed his name, sobbing through it, and Katsuki moaned like a man possessed—latching on, tongue still working, lips sucking, like he couldn’t let a single drop go to waste. He was shaking, humping the mattress shamelessly, chasing his own orgasm just from the taste of yours.

“Oh fuck—oh god, baby, yes—give it to me, please, I need—fuck—fuck, I need all of it—”

He didn’t stop. Didn’t even think about stopping. Not when you were still twitching, still sensitive, still dripping for him. Not when you were crying out from overstimulation and he was still licking like he couldn’t get enough.

Because he couldn’t.

Katsuki Bakugo was absolutely, pathetically, completely fucking gone.

Pussy drunk. Whipped. And completely, irrevocably yours

← MHA ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. i <3 pussy drunk katsuki

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

[atisecnom]

😼 eating hcs ♡

Characters: The Hanks, f!reader

Warning: overstimulation, pussy eating (obvi), praise, squirting, tongue penetration, other stuff I forgot

Summary: Title pretttyyyyyy self explanatory.

A/N: be patient if u request anything pls I'm a one man show I can only write sm 💔

Ok, out of all the Hanks, Hank 4 is the biggest munch out of all of them fssssss

Hank 3 is a close second tho.

Back to Hank 4, yk those videos of kittens eating their milk sludge mixtures and when the owner pulls them away, the kitten is like covered in sludge and struggles to go back to the sludge? Hank 4 is the kitten and the sludge mixture is your pussy. (I rlly rlly hope u get what I'm saying 😭)

He can eat you out for like hourrrrsssss if you let him.

Even when you try to pull him away, he does NOT get off of you.

You could be boreline pulling out his hair from how much you're trying to pull him away, but it takes another Hank or two to pull him away from your pussy. (Have you peeped those muscles?) And even after he gets pulled away, he's all slumping and sad cuz he didn't wanna stop.

The other Hanks have to put on a timer when he has a turn with you.

When he eats you out, his tongue is all over your pussy. He sometimes slips his tongue inside you.

He shakes his head from side to side when his lips wrap around your clit.

AND he hums sm. It sends vibrations to your clit and it feels soooooo good.

Overstimulates you to. The. Max.

His pace won't change before, after, or during your orgasms

His hands stay on your legs, forcing them apart while his lips and tongue do all the work.

He's made you squirt multiple times.

Also made you cry a couple times from overstimulation. When he realized you're crying THEN he pulls away. If you tell him to continue tho he gladly will do so.

...

Now, Hank 3.

While Hank 4 uses his mouth to give pleasure to every single inch of your pussy, Hank 3 focuses on your clit.

He doesn't keep his hands on your legs to keep them open, he has one holding you in place on your waist and another usually inside you.

Hank 3 loooves the feeling of being crushed by your thighs when he hits that sweet spot.

He always has his lips and tongue abusing your clit while his finger (or fingerS) pump inside you, his other hand roaming all over your body.

Just like Hank 4, when you cum, Hank 3 doesn't stop whatever he's doing with you.

He made you squirt once and he never stopped talking and bragging about it for MONTHS.

He loves to eat you out while another Hank is fucking you. (He prefers Hank 1)

Eats you out from behind too

He prefers it actually, to eat you from behind. He just likes ass

When he's eating it from the back, he makes you arch your back and have your legs open, on your hands and knees on the bed.

NOW, he's using his hands to either had his hands on your back, forcing your back to arch, or your thighs, forcing them open.

And yk that bump on his nose does WONDERS.

...

Hank 5 is the most passionate out of all of them.

I'm talking hand holding, sweet talking, kissing your thighs.

BIIIIG on hand holding.

He holds your hands with both of his, your legs on his shoulders, your back arching.

He eats your pussy like he's making out with it.

Mainly uses his lips, not his tongue. (But he DOES use both)

He tilts his head to get better angles too.

Before your orgasm, he's going sensually and slowly, taking his time with you. During your orgasm, he eats you out still but slower, working you through it. After your orgasm, he pulls away and kisses your inner thighs until you've calmed down a little. Then he dives back in.

Usually makes you come 2 or 3 times every night.

Gives you tons of hickeys on your inner thighs.

Never made you squirt before BUT that's not a bad thing. He's just too gentle for that.

He mutters praise against your pussy while he eats you out.

And he knows exactly what to say to get you red in the face too.

He makes sure not to over work or overestimate you. And once you're fully satisfied, he crawls on top of you and kisses you softly.

While the others eat you out, he kisses your neck and lips and everywhere he can reach.

...

Now to Hank 1.

Also a very passionate eater.

He likes tongue fucking you while his thumb rubs your clit.

He moans while he eats your pussy. He gets louder when you moan louder too.

With one hand, he tubs your clit while his other hand squeezes and caresses your hips, stomach and boobs.

Like Hank 3, he likes to eat you out from behind. Though he's more gentle and passionate with his movements.

It's like he's making out with your pussy while Hank 3 is IN IT.

He wants you to ride his face fr. And isn't afraid of asking for it.

It turns him on when another Hank is kissing you while he eats your pussy and you struggle to kiss them back because you're moaning too much.

By the time he's done with you he has your juices and saliva all over his mouth, chin and cheek.

When you get close, he moves up to suck on your clit.

Makes you orgasm at least 2 or 3 times a round.

Before your orgasm, he goes at a medium pace. Not too fast not too slow. During your orgasm, he moves up to suck on your clit. After your orgasm, he slowly drags his tongue all over your pussy until you're not so sensitive anymore. Then asks you if he can continue and if you agree, he dives back in.

...

Hank 2 is the gentlest one.

He just focuses on if you're overstimulated or not. And if you are, he stops.

Eye contact and hand holding while he eats you out.

Likes it when you pull his hair, pushing him closer.

He's a little sloppy when he eats. He doesn't focus on one area, his tongue and lips are touching everywhereeeeee.

Also likes it when you ride his face. He likes when you're in control.

^^^also likes 69

His pace depends on what YOU want. If you want slow, he'll give you slow. If you want fast, he'll give you fast.

Like his pace, the amount of rounds depends on what YOU want. If you want just one or two, he'll give you that.

His pace stays the same before and during your orgasms.

He slows down and sometimes stops after it tho. He gives you a couple seconds to come back and asks you if you want more. If you agree to more, he starts by entering his middle and ring finger into your hole and slowly pumping it inside you. Then after a while, he takes them out and replaces them with his mouth.

While he preps you for his mouth again, he kisses you and praises you a ton.

He likes when you're on your back, your thighs pressed against the mattress, your legs on either side of your torso. His arms lay on your thighs, keeping them open as he eats your pussy. His hands hold yours, his fingers intertwining with his.

Teases you a little before diving in, kissing around your clit and inner thighs.

Doesn't stop for anything once he's in it.

Unless it's like an emergency and you're in danger. THEN, he's pulling away.

...

From roughest to gentlest it's: Hank 4, 3, 5, 1, and 2.

Hank 5 is a FREAK but he's just shy so you don't expect it fr.

Hanks 5 and 3 love eating you out at the same time.

Like imagine this:

You're laying on your bed. Hank 2 is on your left, kissing your head and using one hand to keep your leg open. Hank 4 is on your right, staring down at you and your body, his hand keeping your other leg open. Hanks 5 and 3 are both between your legs. Their tongues are clashing against eachother and against your clit. Hank 5 slowly pumps his middle finger in and out of you. Hank 3 uses his fingers to spread you wider to give him and 5 more room for their tongue to explore.

You throw your head back in pleasure, your fingers tangling in both of their hair. Hank 4 starts kissing and sucking on your neck. Your grip tightens on their hair and they both moan against eachothers mouths.

Hank 4 WOULD join in but homie needs his own space when eating pussy.

Hank 3 loves it tho.

Hank 3 and 5 eat your pussy while Hank 4 is under you, fucking you. Hanks 1 and 2 are by you, you're jerking one off and sucking another one off.

Everytime you guys have sex (lit every night), it starts off with them taking turns eating your pussy.

And they figure out who goes first via either Rock, Paper, Scissors or an arm wrestle.

Love my husbands

[gojodickbig]

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!

imagine sukuna and gojo fucking you at the same time.

imagine sukuna behind you, gojo underneath you, both of them deep inside, stretching you wide and filling you to the brim. their hands all over you, their voices in your ear, and no way to tell who’s making you moan louder.

you’re straddling gojo, his cock already buried inside your pussy — deep, slow thrusts as he fucks up into you with a soft, breathless groan. one hand on your hip, the other cupping your tit, thumb rolling your nipple, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

“you’re perfect like this, baby,” gojo murmurs , lips brushing your jaw. “stuffed so full… so fucking tight…”

behind you, sukuna’s already spit-slick and hard, rubbing his cock between your cheeks, letting it drag over your rim again and again, teasing just to make you squirm.

“you sure about this, princess?” he mutters, voice thick with lust. “gonna take both of us like a good little slut?”

you nod, dizzy with need. “y-yeah… i want it. please—”

“shit,” he growls, gripping your hips. “you’re so fuckin’ filthy.”

his tip presses against your ass, slow and heavy, and your breath hitches when he starts to push in.

gojo holds you steady, fingers stroking along your waist. “breathe, sweetheart. relax for him.”

you cling to gojo’s shoulders, jaw slack as sukuna stretches you open inch by inch. the stretch burning in the most obscene way — and it feels so fucking good.

your hands clutch gojo’s shoulders even more tighter now, mouth falling open. “s—s’kuna! oh my god—s—so full—!”

“fucking hell,” gojo groans, voice guttural and half-broken as his head tips back, “i can feel him inside you.”

his grip tightens on your hips, cock twitching inside your pussy from the pressure. “shit, he’s pressing right up against me—fuck—you’re so tight, i swear to god.”

sukuna lets out a ragged breath, starting to thrust into your ass with slow, deep strokes. “you like that, princess?” he snarls, leaning over you, lips brushing your ear. “tight fuckin’ hole squeezin’ me like you don’t wanna let go—squeezin’ the fuck outta me.”

“mmnh—too much—” you gasp, back arching as your body takes both of them, stretched to the edge, full in every way. “feels… s-so much…”

“nah,” he grunts, pressing in deeper. “you got it. takin’ it so well.”

you bury your face in gojo’s neck, panting, overwhelmed. “i feel so full—can’t move—fuck—“

“you don’t gotta move,” gojo murmurs, voice soft. “we’ll do everything for you.”

once sukuna bottoms out, both of them still for a second — letting you breathe, tremble, get used to the pressure of being so completely filled.

then sukuna pulls back, hips dragging slow, and thrusts back in with a low growl.

you cry out, eyes rolling, your entire body jolting forward into gojo’s chest. “oh my god—”

“fuckin’ hell,” sukuna groans. “you feel that? feel us both inside you? you’re stuffed like a fuckin’ toy. takin’ both our cocks like a good little slut.”

“mhm—fuck—it’s too much—i can’t—”

gojo kisses your temple, voice low and thick with need. “yes you can. you’re taking it, baby. doing so good.”

they fall into a rhythm — sukuna thrusting in as gojo pulls out, fucking you in perfect tandem, making your body rock between them.

“she’s fuckin’ made for this,” sukuna snarls, smacking your ass hard before gripping it tight again. “look at her. takin’ two cocks like it’s the only thing she was born to do.”

gojo groans beneath you, jaw tight as his cock slides back into your soaked pussy. “so warm… so wet… it’s like you don’t even wanna let us go.”

you’re drooling, moaning, nails digging into gojo’s arms. “i—I’m gonna—fuck—feels s-so good—so fucking full—!”

your voice cracks when sukuna snaps his hips harder, cock slamming into your ass and forcing you to drop even lower onto gojo’s length.

“you like that, baby?” gojo whispers, thumb brushing your cheek. “you want us to break you?”

“mmhm—d-don’t stop—please don’t stop—”

“don’t fuckin’ worry about that,” sukuna leans forward, mouth hot and rough on your shoulder. “we ain’t goin’ nowhere till we’ve filled every hole you got.”

your body tightens, the pressure coiling low and heavy — too much, too good, your pussy clenching around gojo’s cock while sukuna pounds into your ass with filthy groans.

“fuck—gonna cum—” you gasp, voice wrecked. “i’m gonna—gonna cum—”

“cum for us, baby,” gojo whispers. “wanna feel you milkin’ my cock while he fucks your ass.”

sukuna grips your waist tighter, his thrusts going sloppy. “do it, slut. let go. wanna feel you pulse all over me.”

and you do — loud, shaking, body seizing as your orgasm crashes through you, wrung out and soaked, your walls clenching down so hard gojo groans and grabs your hips.

“shit—i’m gonna—”

he cums deep, cock twitching inside you, thick and hot. you feel him fill you, hips jerking, panting into your neck.

sukuna’s right behind him, growling deep in his chest. “fuckin’ hell—take it—take every drop—”

he slams into your ass once, twice more, then groans rough and low, spilling inside you, heat flooding deep.

they both stay there, holding you between them — cock-drunk, trembling, full in every sense of the word.

“fuck,” sukuna breathes, hands stroking your sides now. “you’re a fuckin’ dream.”

gojo grins at sukuna. “yeah. and we haven’t even started yet.”

© gojodickbig on tumblr. all rights reserved. do not cross-post, translate, copy in any way, etc.

[sevikasbbymama]

i’m constantly thinking about repressed, scientist wife!reader/councilor!sevika.

(drabble, 18+ NSFW, minors + men DNI!)

——————

she meets you at a gala, one of the fancy ones that she hated going to, sobbing into your hands out in the garden.

your husband had cheated on you, and now you didn’t know what to do. you had just moved here for opportunity, yet now you were apparently in a loveless marriage.

sevika comforts you, and it’s as awkward as you thought it’d be. but still, it’s comforting.

she spends time in your lab often, saying it’s to “watch your progress”, but turns out she really enjoys your company. the day she walked in and the silver ring was missing from your finger, she just held you in her arms.

you only felt worse because your husband had cheated with his childhood friend. of course you were the in between girl, even in your own marriage.

months, you hadn’t been fucked properly, kissed the way you liked, touched, held— yet he could happily do it with that woman.

you were spiraling. was it you? your curves where she was petite, the small pudge on your stomach where she had been fit…

sevika noticed, she had begun to notice a lot of things about you lately. when she had visited your new apartment, she saw the bags under your eyes, and it didn’t make her happy.

“you gotta talk to me…what the hell’s going on? your friends threw you a damn divorce party but your sulking?”

“it’s not that, sev. i…” your hand subconsciously grazed your stomach and sevika immediately understood.

and that definitely didn’t make her happy.

she walked around the island of your kitchen, coming up behind you. she was careful, slow, giving you the chance to stop or push her away if you wanted to.

god, you didn’t want to.

“you tellin’ me you’re losing sleep because, what, you don’t think your attractive?”

her hands rested on your hips as she pressed her chest against your back, her nose nudging your neck softly.

“i know you saw her sev…she’s beautiful—”

“she’s a damn homewrecker. that makes her ugly. you…you are a damn work of art.”

your breath hitched as her hand ran up your arm, her mech one shifting under your shirt. she adored the small noise you let out when the cool metal of her hand touched your warm skin.

“you don’t have to say these things…”

“i want to. need to tell you how fuckin’ perfect you are.”

you could feel your pulse racing under her touch. fuck, this was really happening. you had thought about this before…occasionally…when you were lonely and all you had were your fingers and your imagination. but damn the real thing was better, so much better.

you were throbbing between your legs. each word she mumbled into your ear while her hands roamed your body only added to the slick collecting on your shorts.

“can’t believe you’re comparing yourself when you look like this…these fuckin’ tits…” and you moaned at the way her hand rested under your breast, waiting.

god, she was making you prove you wanted this.

you arched into her touch, your hands gripping the marble in front of you. “please…sevi, keep talking…”

her hand fully cupped your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between her fingers as she pressed soft kisses along your neck. “look at you…filling my hand perfectly.” her thumb yanked down your tank top, letting your breasts spill out over it.

she traced your areola before taking another handful of you. she switched over to her mechanical hand so that she wouldn’t hurt you with what she was about to do.

“and this pretty pussy…” she said, her hand slipping into your shorts as she kissed your cheek. her middle finger slid through your folds, and you could feel her chuckle against your back. “fuck, baby, you already made a mess and i haven’t even fucked you properly. wait till i make you cum…gonna have you soaking the sheets…”

oh fuck, she was getting to you. “vika…” you turned your head slightly, wanting to look at her. her mech hand moved up to cup your face. “want me to kiss you?” she asked, her voice tender compared to her rough finger over your sensitive clit.

“y-yes, please…” you didn’t have to ask twice. her lips were rough against yours, and it felt so fucking good. she was eating you alive, but it wasn’t sloppy, it wasn’t too wet. it was perfect. the way her tongue slid against yours— it had your hips rocking against her fingers.

“fuck—” kiss “take what you need baby” kiss “shit- your cunts so damn tight…it’s a fucking sin that this pussy hasn’t been stretched properly…” you moaned, your hand coming up to grip her forearm. the harder her fingers pumped into you, the more you gushed against them, and the louder the sound was.

“vika…” you pleaded.

“wait till i get you in that bed…you got toys here baby?”

you nodded eagerly, your pussy clenching hard on her fingers at the thought. sevika laughed, adding a third finger to your desperate cunt.

“i’ll take that as a yes.”

“vika…’m gonna cum…please, can i?”

the way she growled into your ear made you realize that asking for her permission did more to her than you expected.

“course you can, let me feel it.”

and with her permission, your legs were shaking as you struggled to keep yourself up. you were a mess, drool falling from your mouth as your release slipped down your inner thighs

“that’s it baby…breathe…i got you.”

——————

pt.1 maybe? also if you can tell, the more you read, it wasn’t supposed to be this long. literally was supposed to be a paragraph and a photo. turned into this. i love this.

[angelluvsrafe]

rafe walking in on her with a vibrator in the shower

im going to change vibrator to shower head because it’s basically the same thing!

use your shower head at your own risk (please don’t blast your bean off)

cw: sexual content; p in v; masturbation; inappropriate use of shower head

the warm water from the shower head is spraying against your clit, causing your jaw to fall slack and eyes to roll back.

you stifle your moan by sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. your hips uncontrollably twitch up towards the spray as you reach your high.

your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a sharp hiss, your orgasm so close.

“baby?” rafe’s voice cuts through the sound of the shower, causing your eyes to snap open and pull the shower head away from your throbbing pussy.

“-the hell are you doing?” rafe stands just outside the shower, looking you up and down as you’re leaned back against the wet tile.

“i thought you weren’t going to be home for like- another hour” you try to catch your breath.

“that doesn’t explain what you were doing…” his tone drops to a lower, sterner level.

“uh- well… i was horny.” you splutter, avoiding eye contact with rafe.

“hm… well where’d you learn you could use that…?” he asks, pointing towards the shower head.

“uh- tiktok…” you mumble, your cheeks now covered in a pink tint.

when you gain the confidence to look back up at rafe, he’s already stripping his clothes off of his toned body. he drops them to the floor and steps into the shower with you.

his cock is already hard and twitching, almost touching his stomach as he leans forward. he grabs your thighs, pulling you to lay down on the marble bench of his shower.

you let out a small yelp as you slip but he chuckles and steadies you, bringing your legs up so your ankles are resting on his shoulders.

he takes the shower head out of your grip and carefully sprays your clit with it. when he’s sure you’re comfortable, he spreads your lips and moves the head closer, the spray stronger now.

your back arches off the marble as he circles the water around your clit slowly. you let out, loud, needy moans as your legs twitch.

rafe’s free hand pumps his hard cock a few times before he lines it up with your weeping hole. he pushes into you, the pleasure from the shower head completely numbing the slight pain of your pussy stretching around his size.

“atta girl…” he pants, thrusting into you. “look at you… so fucking pretty when i’ve got you moaning…”

“ngh- rafe-” you moan, your eyes falling shut. “m gonna cum”

“cum for me, sweetheart…” he tells you, his voice low yet soft.

rafe’s pace doesn’t falter, his cock continue to hammer into your pussy. the spray from the shower head making that familiar warm feeling in your core even more intense.

your toes curl as you reach out to grip rafe’s arm. your orgasm washes over you intensely, loud moans eliciting from your plush lips.

yet the spray from the shower doesn’t stop, rafe continues to aim it at your clit. his thrusts continue, the sound of your skin slapping against each other overpowering the noise of the water.

by the time rafe shoots his warm cum into your cunt, your second orgasm washes over you. this time even more intense than the other, tears pricking at your eyes.

“m- rafe- s’too much” you protest, he gets the memo and pulls the head away from you.

“you did so good, doll…” he praises, his wet hand pushing some hair out of your face.

“next time you need me, call me… i don’t like the idea of you getting off by yourself…” he kisses your temple.

[kunawned]

happy birthday, nina baby @ttojisdoll ꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀི ❤︎ ! here is a little something i wrote for you with sanji, i hope you like it n enjoy ur wonderful day, mwa ilu <3 !

sanji takes pride in pleasuring you — seeing you tremble and writhe beneath him from either just his mouth or when being stuffed full with his cock. there's no better feeling to him than hearing you moan his name in that sweet, meek voice of yours and he takes even greater pleasure knowing nobody else is making you feel this way.

for being so good to you, you've always wanted to do the same but every time you get down there, he's shoving your head away. you ask him why and with that cute pout of yours he nearly caves in to your pleas before he answers, "i couldn't ever let you do such a thing, sweetheart."

in his eyes, he feels as if he's wanting you to do the most disgusting thing in the world. it just doesn't feel right to him — how could he ever ask you to do such a thing? his only goal is getting you to cum, his own pleasure being secondary. you were not planning on giving up though — some day or another you're going to give him the best head of his life.

one day, while you're seated prettily on top of his face as he ravages you like a thirsty man, you get a little idea!

you can see the way his cock twitches and the way pre leaks from his tip, the pearlescent beads dripping down his shaft. the sight makes your tummy tighten and your core slicker, allowing him to easily prod his tongue into your gummy walls.

you slowly lean your body down on to him, your chest coming close to his tummy and lips lightly brushing his slit. he stops himself when he feels you down there, his hands unconsciously squeezing your sides just a little harder. "sweetheart?," he says, clearing his throat, his fingers running absentminded circles on your thighs. "w-what are you doing?"

"you'll see," you coo, licking a long strip from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. his entire body shudders when you do so, a soft moan escaping his lips, his breath fanning against your wet folds. your tongue gingerly swirls on his raging tip and that makes him buck his hips upwards, more of his dick sliding into your mouth. you take him in inch by inch, until he's hitting you in the back of your throat.

"sweetie," his voice quivers as he tries his best to shake you off. "y-you don't have to. i don't — aah! — i don't need it."

"but i want to baby," you muse, voice dripping like honey and you know he can never refuse you when you sound like that. you bob your head up and down, slow and gentle, warm mouth sucking him like a melting vanilla cone, eager to get in a lasting taste. there's drool dribbling down the sides of your mouth as you try your best to fit as much of him as you can. whatever you can't fit, your hand wraps around the remaining inches, twisting it with great precision and skill.

sanji is moaning out so loudly that it's echoing off the walls of the room. his mouth is latched onto your pussy lips, his moans vibrating inside of you which only makes you scream out his name, fisting his cock and flicking your tongue over his leaking tip. you can feel his cock throb in your hands as your lips wrap around his shaft, nice and tight for him, making his vision almost blurry and mind going dumb.

"oh god," he exclaims, legs shaking and hips rutting up into the air to chase his high. "'m going to cum. oh no, 'm gonna cum."

in a few mere seconds, he's shooting out spurts of his cum all over, spraying you and coating his tummy with the white substance. you smile proudly to yourself, taking in whatever you can of him into the back of your throat as he continues to unload himself. he's never felt such pleasure before.

his mind goes blank for a while after he calms down, chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. he plants a dove-like kiss to your clit and he chuckles softly when he sees you flinch at his touch. "oh thank you," he beams, giving you another kiss. "now i have to reward you for that."

[oldermenfucker]

also had another tiktok trend idea (i cant help it i’m unhealthily obsessed with that damn app) where you want to buy something but ask him first how many likes/if you can get it and AGAIN he’s weirded tf out😭😭😭 bc he doesnt need you to ask HE WILL BUY YOU WHATEVER YOU ASK FOR 😩😌 (i mean the way he bought pizzas for everyone during night shift? that’s a #real man)

LETS GO HEHEHEHEHHEHEHE girl tbh me too cause i get so bored and have nothing better to do then i start doom scrolling😭😭😭😭

It was the girls’ idea to see how much of a simp your husband actually is, because Trinity refused to believe Robby, out of all people, would spend money on you without lecturing you about the price. She just couldn’t see him doing that.

But you knew he’d do anything to make you happy, and he’d told you many times that making you happy results in him being happy. A win is a win in his book.

But this? This is… a bit too much. You know he’ll say no, you know it, anyone with a sane mind would say no. Purchasing a car has to be with lots of thinking, money saving, and planning. Yet, here you are, with four pair of eyes glued to your phone as you sent type the text.

Mel said you shouldn’t do it, Victoria agreed, Samira shrugged but Trinity said ‘shut the fuck up’ and that was enough to convince all of them to just look at and keep their mouths sealed.

“If he breaks up with me, it’s on you.”

“I doubt he’ll do that, he’ll probably just say a huge number—“

“Like around 200k or something–“

“I was thinking over half a million but suuure,” Trinity shrugs, “It could work if we chose like a Birkin bag or something, not a fucking car.”

“Your idea, asshole,” you groan, “Alright, we have the photo, now let’s see what Robby has to say.”

You: hey handsome! Can I ask you something?

Robby: sure, sweetheart. Anything you want.

You: see, now that’s dangerous.

“I can’t do this to him, he’s old, he’ll have a heart attack–“

“Shut uuup, do it, come on!”

Robby: what do you need, love?

You: how many likes should i get on the app you hate so much for you to buy me this?

You send the picture of the Maroon Porsche that you’ve practically salivated over a year ago and had it in your wishes list, and Robby knows how bad you like this car. You don’t need it but it doesn’t stop you from wanting it.

Robby: what do you mean how many likes?

You: like i post a screenshot of how many likes you tell me to get and people will like and if i reach the number you’ll buy me this!

Robby: why do you need likes to begin with?

“Ohhhhh, fuck, he’s not—“

“Trinity, if you don’t shut up right now,” Samira glares at her but she can’t lie, she is too invested into this to back out now.

Robby: you think i need convincing to buy you a car you’ve always dreamed of having?

Robby: You’ve underestimated my love for you, i should remind you of that later😉

“He’s so fucking cheesy, fucking hell.” Trinity groans, hiding her face in her hand as she keeps reading the texts.

You: are you serious? You’ll… do it? Just like that? No bribing? No asking for sex in return? No number of likes?

Robby: i’ll never say no to sex with you, sweetheart😋 but if you want the car, then you’ll get the car.

“He’s so in love—“

“No, Mel, he’s just pussy whipped.”

[formulafanfics13]

i need ROUGH smut of kimi, bestfriends to lovers???

Yours? - KA12 🔥

Masterlist

ummary: you and kimi have been best friends since childhood — all teasing, pranks, and casual sleepovers. but something's shifted. the touches linger too long. the silence hums. and when you finally push him too far? he snaps. and fucks you like he's been waiting his whole life.

warnings: very rough sex, best friends to lovers, dom!kimi, possessive energy, jealousy, hair pulling, spanking, manhandling, hand over mouth, light choking, degradation with underlying praise, orgasm control, rough fingering, size kink, friends snapping into feral sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, explicit language, filthy talk, absolutely no sweet slow burn

It starts with a fight. Some dumb comment you make. Something about that guy from uni who asked you out. You say it just to rile him. To see what he'll do.

You don't expect this. Don't expect the way his jaw locks. The way he steps closer, grabs your face, backs you into the door of your own apartment with a force you feel in your bones. "Say it again."

You blink. "Kimi-"

He cuts you off with a rough, punishing kiss. And that's when it happens. Years of tension. All the stolen glances. All the touches. All the nights you slept in his bed, pretending not to notice how hard he got when your legs touched under the covers.

It snaps.

He lifts you, throws you against the wall, and fucks his tongue into your mouth like he's claiming territory. "You really think I'm gonna let some random guy touch what's mine?" he growls.

You freeze. Wide-eyed. Breathless. "...Yours?"

His hand grabs your throat. "Yes. Fucking mine." He's rough with you.

Lays you down on the bed, rips your shirt over your head, doesn't even bother taking off your shorts before shoving your underwear aside and pressing two fingers inside like he owns you.

"You've been like this around me for years, haven't you?" he mutters, voice tight as he watches his fingers disappear into you. "All wet and needy, acting innocent."

You moan. He curls them. Hard. "Answer me."

"Yes-fuck, Kimi-"

He pulls his fingers out and slaps your pussy. You scream. "Try again."

"Yes! I've always wanted you!"

His grin is feral. Then he's undoing his jeans. Pushing them down with one hand. The other stays around your neck. "You gonna take it?" he pants. "All of it?"

You nod, desperate.

"You sure, baby? I'm not gonna go easy."

"I don't want you to."

That's all it takes. He slams into you. No prep. No teasing. Just one rough, possessive thrust that leaves you crying out and clawing at the sheets. He holds your wrists down. Fucks you deep, fast, relentless.

Your best friend is destroying you.

"You should've let me do this years ago," he grunts. "Should've let me ruin you the first time you climbed into my bed."

You sob.

"Too much?" he asks, breath ragged.

You shake your head. He smiles. "Good. Because I'm not stopping."

He flips you onto your stomach. Pulls your hips up. Spanks you until you're dripping. Then he fucks you from behind, one hand wrapped in your hair, the other pressing into the dip of your spine.

"You're mine now," he groans. "Mine to fuck. Mine to break. Mine to fill."

You cum so hard your vision blanks. But he doesn't stop. Not until you've cum three more times. Not until your voice is gone and your body's trembling and you're sobbing into the pillow with your fingers twisted into the sheets.

Not until he fills you. Deep. Sharp. Growling your name like a promise. After, he kisses your shoulder. Strokes your back.

"You okay?" he whispers.

You nod. "That was-"

"I know," he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But I meant it."

You blink up at him.

"I'm yours now," he says simply. "And I'm not sharing."

[glossdebut]

as you are | MYG ★ pt. 1 teaser

✧ PAIRING: rapper!yoongi x stripper!reader

✧ SUMMARY: It was supposed to be one night, one lap, one bag secured. But Min Yoongi doesn’t play like the others—he watches like he sees you, listens like he means it, and touches like he has no intention of letting go. But forever doesn’t come easy for you—and if falling for him means facing every part of yourself you swore you’d never let anyone touch? You're going to have to figure out if it's worth it.

✧ TEASER WARNINGS: implied semi-public sex, that's pretty much it lol

✧ AUTHOR'S NOTE: SO... idk what came over me but i've been cooking this up and now that i'm over 6k words into the first part, it only feels right to let you all in on it! yes, this is the ginger yoongi fic 😮‍💨 this is already so, so different from anything i've written so far and i am EXTREMELY nervous to share it, but i'm also super fucking excited so HERE YOU GO! this will probably be two or three parts and i'll post a masterlist with a more comprehensive list of tags and warnings when it's ready to go. but in the meantime, feel free to join my taglist if you're interested in reading more about these two <3 thank you claret @yoonmetogether, K @ktownshizzle, and cherish @strwbyoons for allowing me to yap non-stop about this monster the past couple of days (and a double thank you to cherish for making this BEAUTIFUL HEADER for me!) 💋 aaaa i hope you all enjoy!

✧ TEASER WORDCOUNT: 359 words

✧ DROP DATE: TBA! track my updates tag to stay up to date on the status of my fics!

“You,” he pants, eyes still wild, “are fuckin’ insane.”

You smirk, breath still a little unsteady. “Mmhmm,” you hum. “You’re welcome.”

Then you plant a hand on his thigh and push yourself up from the floor like nothing just happened, like your knees don’t sting and your jaw doesn’t ache and your pussy isn’t still fluttering for more. You smooth your hands over your hair, fluff it back into place, tug your top up and adjust your panties.

Yoongi’s eyes don’t leave you.

Not when you fix your straps. Not when you adjust your heels. Not even when you lean in to straighten his shirt, smooth out the crease where your fist had tugged it tight against your orgasm.

He grasps your wrist then, holding it in place on his chest.

“I wanna see you.”

You glance up, playful at first. “You’re looking at me right now.”

But his expression’s different now. Serious. 

“Somewhere you’re not working,” he says. “Somewhere I’m not pulling cash outta my wallet just to talk to you.”

You study him—this half-fucked, unfairly handsome rapper with his cock still wet and his eyes on you like he doesn’t even realize the club is crawling with plenty of other girls who would break their necks for his attention. 

You chew your bottom lip for a beat, weighing it. This wasn’t supposed to be more than a good night. A very good night. But now he’s asking to step outside the fantasy, and suddenly it feels a whole lot less like a game.

You reach for the phone in his hand and glance at him with a raised brow. “You gonna actually text me, or just collect numbers for sport?”

He chuckles, soft and a little smug. “I don’t play like that.”

Still… you type it in carefully. Hand it back over slowly. Like if you give it too fast, it’ll mean something bigger than just digits on a screen.

He takes the phone like it’s precious. Glances at the number, then at you. “This real?”

You nod, tentative. “Don’t make me regret it.”

Yoongi tucks the phone away and smiles—small, but warm. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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[myfictionaldreams]

congrats on 15k!!!!!🩵🩵🩵🩵

what about… bucky barnes, metal arm fisting…soft dom vibe… do you see my vision? 🤭

⁀➷ Full of You

✧ Pairing | Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

✧ A/N | listen... this is my favourite kinda stuff to write, kinda depraved, kinda loving... thank you so much for the request, I need more like this lmao

✧ Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, soft!dom Bucky, size kink, fisting, praise kink, slight pain kink

✧ Words: 756

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Your lower half was already drenched in your bodily fluids, vibrating from the stretch of his fingers alone. Thick, cold vibraium digits, gleaning in the low light. The way the plates shift when he moves.

But you’re already breathless for more. 

“Please, Bucky,” you gasp whilst rocking your hips instinctively. “I want all of it. Want your whole hand.”

He hums low, head tilting slightly, the pad of his flesh thumb brushing over your swollen clit.

“Baby,” he commands cooly, “you need to breathe for me first. You’re already squeezing around three. That’s solid vibranium. I can’t soften it like skin, Doll.”

“I don’t care,” you pant, reaching for his arm like you're going to drag him closer. “I want it. I want you. I promise I can take it all, please!”

His lips twitch into something affectionate and firm, eyes locked on yours. “You’ll take what I give you. And you’ll be good for me whilst I help your greedy little cunt stretch, yeah?”

You nod frantically, letting go of his arm, “Yes, Bucky–Please.”

The coolness of the metal is jarring at first, sending goosebumps rippling up your thighs as his fingers curl deeper. This is not like flesh; there's no give or cushion. Every ridge, every plate, every sharp seam of the mechanical limb is solid and unforgiving.

“Relax,” he instructs gently but with that edge of authority that makes you instantly obey. “You’re so close, honey. Let me in.”

He slides his pinky in slowly, giving you four fingers and a moment to adjust. Then, his thumb folds in, completing the stretch and your breathing stops, catching in your throat. The pressure is unbearable and addictive all at once; your walls strain around the unrelenting width of his hand.

It’s cold inside you and yet somehow soothing, but it burns too, a stretch that feels like it should break you, yet it just makes you wetter.

“There you go,” Bucky praises, eyes wide with awe. “That’s my girl, you’re taking it, fuck, you’re taking my hand so good, Doll.”

You begin to grind down, unable to help yourself, feeling so fully and needing that constant pressure against that special spot inside your cunt. “Oh my god, Bucky, it’s so much–”

“You wanted this,” he reminds you, his tone low but firm. “Begged for it and said you could handle it, didn’t you?”

You nod frantically, staring at him with wide eyes, overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all. The unrelenting cold pressure of his metal hand, now buried to the wrist inside your trembling cunt.

And then you start to ride it, hips gyrating in slow rotations. His jaw clenches as he watches you lose your rhythm, gasping as your body adjusts and then thrives under the invasion.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand, show me how desperate you are to be stretched open by something that won’t bend for you,” he growls softly before nipping at your inner thigh. “God, look at you. So fucking beautiful and so fucking drenched.” 

You can't speak anymore, can only moan, arch and thrash as your orgasm builds, tight and violent, your clit swollen and untouched, your body teetering on the edge of a total meltdown.

“I’m gonna- Bucky, I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop.”

But Bucky doesn’t listen, knowing that if his hand stayed inside of you as you came, it would probably hurt you with how tightly your pussy contractions as you orgasm.

So he does the responsible thing and pulls his fist out. The slick sound of metal sliding free is obscene, and the moment he’s gone, your body breaks. 

You scream, not in pain but release as you squirt hard, a gust of warmth pouring over your thighs and down onto his wrist as your gaping pussy spasms. You can't stop shaking; your legs have seized, and your hands claw at the sheets. 

“Fuck!”

Bucky groans as he watches you cum undone, his eyes blown wide in pure adoration. He’s already catching you, laying you back into the pillows, whispering praise into your hair as you tremble in his arms.

“You did so fucking good, Doll. I’m so proud of you, taking something no one else ever could. You’re all mine.”

You whimper at the praise, too wrecked to form words just yet, but your body melts into his.

And Bucky? He just kisses your temple, whispering promises against your skin. “You’ll take it even deeper next time, baby. We’ll train this pretty cunt of yours until it belongs around my fist.”

[thighs4evan]

ex!chris fucking you at a party with your boyfriend downstairs.

includes— dom!chris, cheating, unprotected sex, sub!reader, rough sex, hair pulling, ass slapping.

“take this fuckin’ dick” chris grunts, pounding into you recklessly from behind, your hands gripping the edge of the bathroom counter for dear life. each and every thrust was hitting the right spot, like he knows exactly how to please you.

“chris—don’t stop.” you cry out, your eyes squeezing shut. you dont care how loud you are, and you dont care your boyfriend was downstairs partying, clueless to the fact you’re getting fucked stupid by your ex.

“god— keep sayin’ my fuckin’ name like that baby,” chris breathes out, voice low. “let everybody know who owns this pretty pussy.” he brings his hand up and slaps your ass with just enough force. you whine in reply, your mouth agape.

at this point, you can’t form a sentence. all that’s coming out of your mouth is incoherent words interrupted by loud shameless moans.

“no one else can fuck you like this.” chris hisses, he grabs your hair, tugging it slightly— lifting your head. “say it.” he groans, still hammering into you at a rapid speed.

your words are coiled at your throat, coming out as broken whimpers. chris tugs harder at your hair. “yes! yes— no one else can fuck me like this.” you moan out, your mind almost going blank. “thats right.” he breathes out, letting go of your hair.

chris’ thrusts begin to get sloppier, his breath quickening and your arms begin to ache from holding yourself up, you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

“i’m gonna—”

“cum f’me.” chris interrupts, grabbing the flesh of your ass before slapping it once more. “cum all on this cock baby.” he heaves, grabbing onto your hips firmly— now hitting deeper.

“fuck chris—” his words drive you crazy, letting out a loud cry at the last few thrusts, you finally finish.

“atta girl.” he praises, that stupid smirk forming on his lips again. he soon follows— cumming inside of you with a groan, filling you up completely.

“can your new boyfriend make you do that?” chris snickers, panting heavily. he pulls out of you, his release dripping down your thigh. he chuckles at the sight.

“shut up chris.” you grumble, catching your breath.

a/n : first smut and i’m shit scared to post this ngl if it’s ASS lmk.

tags : @guiltyconsci3nce @chlosallow @sweetshuga

[flutterlesbian]

pervyrooommate!jinx headcannons ☠︎

cw: pervy, pervy behaviour, spit kink, lowkey somno/ dub-con, unspecified roommate situation, mentions of pussy & masturbation (r! & j!), rope kink, reader appearance not described, escalates quickly i swr, please lmk if any more tags need to be added ❣︎

wc: 644 + proofread

☣︎ the odd behaviour started months ago, after this one time she brushed past your skin & immediately noticed how soft it was. now she regularly attempts to brush against your skin, and she thinks she’s so slick with it. it’s so obvious when she sticks her arm into the same cupboard as you to reach for snacks she’d never eaten otherwise

☢︎ the fact she’s in the kitchen is sketchy enough. other than learning when she was really young, jinx does not cook: she waits until she hears the click of your door opening and you leave your room, to join you in the kitchen

☣︎ after poorly disguising her skinship fetishes, she’ll spend a few minutes in the main room, stealing glances at you, before finally getting back to her own (can’t have you suspicious now can she?)

☢︎ in her room, she’s slowly munching on salt and vinegar rice crackers, while equally slowly rubbing at her clit over her panties. she’s got the biggest, cheesiest grin on like she’s done something groundbreaking. she’s zeroing on thoughts of your concentrated eyes as you reach for the back of the shelf, the softness of your arm, and the faint perfume on your neck

☣︎ she doesn’t see you again until after nightfall, the little insomniac listening to each and every noise coming from your room— the rustle of sheets, the creak of your bed, the tiktok you’re staying up late to watch.

on other nights, it’s the sound of your moans, the sound of your voice as you talk someone through it.

☣︎ she’s probably following along on the other side of the door, moans muffled in the braid she’s biting down on

☢︎ at another point of the night, the sound of your pattering steps to the bathroom guide her to the other side of the door. she stares at the door, with those big, unnerving eyes of hers. wishing to see you pull your panties down to the side, or how much cum you’ve gotten in them.

she’s completely perfected the act of staring and running right before you exit the bathroom

☣︎ the next morning, when you’ve finally left your room, she’ll go in- licking any personal or worn item she can find; an ornament, a bottle of perfume, your jewellery and hair bands. anything she knows you’re going to touch. it gives her a sick sense of satisfaction. the idea you’re going to touch her spit, then touch yourself after- rub her all over, keeping her right against your skin when you’re not even in the same room

☣︎ she wonders if anything here tastes like you

☠︎.

☢︎ pervyroomate!jinx who thinks about tying you to your bed in your sleep. she’s a conditioned overthinker, convinced you’re gonna leave her with absolutely no proof. how better to make sure you never leave than by having you writhe in ropes, tied to the bed post; squirming and pleading with her to let you out of the confines

☣︎ the rope itself is either a classy, traditional deep red, or the most obnoxious shade of aqua blue; hidden under under her bed beside dozens of abandoned projects.

regardless, jinx has rubbed each inch of the rope along her pussy, thinking of you away at your classes the entire time

☢︎ pervyroommate!jinx who’s thought about squirting into your skincare, especially the face mist you always recommend. she wonders if you’d notice the extra volume, or if it’d stop working on your pores as well. whether you’d confront her aggressively, keep using it, or throw it away in silence

☣︎ pervyroommate!jinx who almost wants to see you mad at her— she wants to see all the faces you make; see those hidden, taboo emotions of anger and vitriol; to listen to you degrading her

☠︎ who knows if you’re close enough for her to act like this.. you’re probably acquaintances at most.. oh well, same time next week?

a/n: chronological order chewed a lil, part 2 wanted?

[rhaenyraeri]

getting caught with joaquin torres <3

joaquin torres x fem!new avenger!reader

minors dni, 18+!!!

you’re a new avenger, he’s on sam’s team of avengers. what could go wrong?

he wasn’t supposed to be here; he shouldn’t be.

that’s the thought racing through your mind as joaquin knelt at the end of your bed, pulling your legs to place them over his shoulders, causing you to yelp.

“shhh, baby. quiet,” he murmured, breath hot against your core, “gotta stay quiet for me.”

your fingers tangle into his hair, grabbing at his hair as his tongue slid over you painfully slow, just enough to work you up. joaquin didn’t like to rush, not when it came to you. especially not when you’re laid out before him like this. his tongue felt around you, savoring the taste of his girl. your heart beat faster as the sight of his head between your thighs as he all but buried himself into your pussy, as well as the added secrecy and heightened adrenaline, flooded your mind.

you shouldn’t have let your boyfriend stay, knowing the repercussions of being caught. tensions were high between the teams now— the thunderbolts/new avengers and sam’s avengers team. but that didn’t stop him nor you from seeing each other. but never once did you sneak into the bases of the other, until tonight.

“joaquin,” you moaned, trying to whisper as to not alert anyone, “you.. we can’t..”

he hummed against your clit, licking like a man starved, then pulled away, “i know, cariño, i know.. please let me have this. i’ll be gone before they get back, i promise.”

you nodded, throwing your head back in pleasure as he went back to your pussy. his tongue swept deep motions that sent you arching your back off the bed, using your free hand to clamp over your mouth. keeping this quiet heightened your senses, focusing in on how good he was. too good. your thighs started to tremble around his head, lightly clenching around the dark curls.

“are you fucking serious right now?”

it was bucky.

his voice bounced off the walls, sounding louder than it actually was due to the silence. you reach out to grab an article of clothing, but in the panic you couldn’t find one, so you pull joaquin’s hair to get him to stop.

but he didn’t stop. he didn’t skip over a swipe of his tongue or a suck to your core. his eyes just flicked up towards your bedroom door, looking at the soldier before him.

“kinda in the middle of something,” he mumbled his answer against your pussy, the feeling of his lips ghosting over you causing you to clench.

“torres,” bucky’s voice roared, growling his name like a command, “off her. now.”

he grunted in disagreement, but unwillingly removed your legs from his shoulders and stood up. his mouth shined with your slick and his own spit combined, “i told you, man. we’re busy.”

“b-bucky, i,” you tried to defuse the tension, but to no avail. he’d already seen way more of you than you ever thought he would. now he’s upset at the sight before him, knowing what would happen if you were caught by literally anyone else.

your eyes took their gaze from joaquin to bucky, who looked like he was holding back from punching the man before you. his jaw clenched, then he sighed. “you’ve got five minutes before the others make their way through the tower. both of you better handle this before it becomes everyone else’s issue too. get straightened up.”

bucky slammed the door, his loud steps trailing off down the hall.

you looked back to joaquin, who was staring at the door. he felt your eyes on him, and he looked down at you, eyes dark and still filled with lust. instead of apologizing for getting the two of you caught or for putting you in that position, he knelt back down between your still-spread legs, kissing up your thigh.

you opened your mouth to stop him, but he cut you off. “he said we got five minutes, baby. but i only need one.”