#nsf*t

[solmesia]

my silly little brain doing silly little things to this silly little vampire

might make it a tradition of putting my scrumbo in all my lingerie sets

[lavendermin]

SEAT OF DIVINE FOREPLAY LMFAOOOO?????

also i would love to hear you yap about him…… if youd like to share……

I stand by my statement ☝️

Anon I have sooo many thoughts just stirring in my brain like soup.

I’m a firm believer that Jing Yuan is a thigh man through and through. He’s obsessive over your thighs. Subtly feral over plush thighs, everything about them. The way the flesh feels under his hands when he grabs them, the beautiful canvas he has to work with to litter them with hickeys and bite marks. Loves to bite the flesh, his eyes a little wild as his mind rushes with all the things he wants to do with you. Spoil him by letting him take a nap with your thighs as his pillow and his face contently buried in the plush of your tummy as he hugs your waist.

cw: nsfw, thighfucking

Wear thigh-high stockings that dig a little into your thighs, he’ll go crazy. Just seeing the way the fat of your thighs spills over the top has him wanting to kick everyone out of he room and devour you.

Any lingerie that highlights and adorns your thighs are his favorite.

Remember how I said he would tie his red ribbon around your neck? He absolutely loves to tie it around the thickest part of your thighs just to see how it delicately squeezes the flesh before he liters it in kisses trailing up to the dripping mess between your legs. He’s almost conditioned you to get easily worked up on his thigh worship alone, leaving you a whimpering, begging mess.

Don’t even get me started on Jing Yuan using your thighs. Loves the squeeze of them around his cock as he ruts between your thighs. It’s sticky, it’s messy, it leaves you aching and impatient for more. It’s a mess of your slick and his precum as he lazily thrusts between your thighs. Sometimes he won’t event bother to fully undress you. Might even make you keep those sticky, soiled panties on after he’s done with you just to rile you up even more. This man will literally edge himself into overstimulation just to keep dragging his cock between your plush thighs for as long as time allows. Loves your thighs that much.

Be a good little dove and wait for him to finish some of his important duties (meetings and paperwork he put off for too long and is now being scolded for by Diviner Fu) and he’ll properly finish what he started later.

There are just so many little things about this man I wanna yap about. Decipher what hidden freaky stuff makes him tick. A breeding kink perhaps?Corrupting his sweet, vanilla darling? Who knows. But the thoughts are further marinating. 🤔

[cerudinaeart]

batstarion....but as a werebat. and my tav, sohla ;)

full pic.

[shinyfishbone]

🕯️/ 🧊

twt

[undeadcannibal]

Thinking about the 141 men adoring when you leave scratch marks on their back after a good session with them.

Both Ghost and Soap take pride in the marks you left behind on them, happy to show them off when undressing or showering. Sure, they won't outright explain how they got them, but everybody knows regardless. It's not easy to miss Simon's lingering gazes and Johnny looking at you with nothing but adoration, absolutely smitten with you.

Gaz has some masochistic tendencies - imo - so rather than appreciate the marks left behind, he adores the feeling of your nails dragging down the length of his back. Savoring the slight sting and heat left behind from the long marks instantly welling up. Kyle makes the sweetest noises during so~

Price is willing to let you mark him up... for the time being. However, he reassures you during that any mark you leave on him, he's more than happy to replicate on your own body later. John does enjoy how worked up he can make you though, so overall he doesn't mind, even if he gripes about it once or twice just to tease you over it.

Sorry I've been so busy as to not post some requests recently, but rest assured the CoD men are still living rent-free in my head.

[wwillywonka]

uh. UUUUHHH!

[littledeerbutch]

just got off work

[spiderscribs]

HEY hey both feet on the floor

[eekitseve]

I drew ah. Ahem. Hfdjfjdj. Ahem

[stabbyfoxandrew]

if youre still ok with doing promps

a mix of 10,11,and 12 for kevjean?

make it as slutty as you please

10. A kiss along the jawline / 11. A kiss to the neck / 12. A kiss along the collar bone (BE WARNED: THIS IS SMUT)

They didn’t usually do it this way.

With Kevin on top, that is. 

But here he was, right at home on Jean’s lap. Jean’s hands were both sitting on Kevin’s waist and so large Kevin felt surrounded by them. God, was that an amazing feeling. 

“Mm,” Kevin sighs out when Jean’s hands guide him up, then back down. So was that— being deliciously filled and tenderly held and loved. “I love you,” Kevin whispers, as if it’s a secret. 

It’s not. It hasn’t been in years. Not to them anyway.

“I love you more,” Jean says back in French, his lidded gaze making Kevin feel hot all over. 

“I don’t know if that’s possible.” Kevin rises up on his own, then down again. A few times until it’s almost too much. Then he stills with his hands on Jean’s chest.

Jean’s right hand travels from his waist up his side, then slides back to its home. “Do I need to flip us over or can you do it?”

“I can do it,” Kevin snaps without meaning to. Jean cocks a brow, but the twist to his lips says he knows how close Kevin is. 

“Come, Kevin. I can finish on my own,” Jean offers, but Kevin shakes his head.

“No. With you or not at all.”

“Admirable for a man who’s been at the edge of ecstasy all evening. Can you last?” Jean purrs. They’d started hours ago, Jean working Kevin up to the edge at least four times without pushing him over it. Suffice it to say Kevin’s been walking on jelly legs since before dinner. But he’s held out. He’s even been patient, which he’s not known for.

“Yes—” Kevin starts, then the air all rushes out of his lungs when Jean thrusts up into him without warning. Oh, fuck. His eyes roll when Jean squeezes his waist and does it once more. Oh, fuck. Kevin wants to let go, wants to ride Jean into oblivion and come all over his chest. He groans at the thought, but doesn’t move.

“Hm?”

“You’re killing me.” Kevin breathes.

“You whine a lot for someone who crawled onto my lap—” Jean cuts off when Kevin bends down to kiss him. With his mouth occupied, he can’t tease. He can’t talk dirty. And he can’t fucking gloat. They break for air and Jean’s pupils have swallowed his irises. He swallows. “What was that for?”

“Just shutting you up.” Kevin says, rolling his hips experimentally. He’s fine, back from the edge. But Jean curses under his breath and his fingers spasm against Kevin’s abdomen. He must be getting close now— Oh. Kevin’s a bit offended. “Kissing does more for you than me sitting on your dick?”

Jean laughs and it’s beautiful. “Of course not.”

Kevin remains unconvinced. He drops his head to press an open-mouthed kiss to Jean’s jaw and the Frenchman goes utterly still, tilts his head to the side. Taking this as permission to keep going, Kevin mouths down his jaw to kiss at his neck. He doesn’t get far before Jean lets out a broken little noise that has Kevin pausing.

“Bad?”

“No,” Jean’s voice is uneven. “Just… No teeth.”

Kevin’s heart clenches and his hand slides up to cup Jean’s face. “I know.”

Jean blinks and Kevin dips his head once more to continue what he was doing. He kisses and sucks at Jean’s neck gently, without even the barest scrape of teeth. Jean’s low groans have Kevin’s cock leaking, his orgasm closer than ever. Apparently the feeling is mutual. He feels Jean throb inside him and clenches down, getting a gasp for his trouble.

Jean swallows audibly, “I need to fuck you now.”

“Then do it,” Kevin dares, lips against Jean’s collarbone. He presses a kiss there too for good measure and Jean takes over, maneuvering them so that Kevin’s on his back where he truly belongs. The angle’s perfect and he wastes no time pounding into Kevin, hitting his prostate with every other thrust. 

They don’t come at the same time, but it’s a very close thing. Kevin hits his crescendo and Jean joins him mere seconds later, fucking them through it. Each of them comes almost silently, Kevin with tears in his eyes. Because it's good. So goddamn good.

When it’s over Jean collapses onto Kevin’s chest, not minding the mess they’ve made, and lies there for a minute while cohesive thought comes back to them slowly. Just after Kevin's soul climbs back into his body, Jean raises his head to set his chin on Kevin’s chest.

A lazy smile spreads across his face. “Close enough.”

[fallstreakfeathers]

Yall talk about Aizetsu whimpering, but every single one of you is sleeping on Urogi, who goes from teasing to a feral, whiny, needy mess the closer he gets to release

[ncorp11]

uncropped vers (pussy warning)

[littledeerbutch]

pov i am gently caressing your face

[shambolicrube]

can't resist, here's a nsfw one bed fic snippet

I'm going to hold off on snippets until it's done after this, but I am amenable to bribing lmao

[agavegator]

ANIMAL ANIMAL ANIMAL

[pompomcew]

Oh no im on my floor with my entire boy-pussy out<3 i sure hope no one takes advantage of this situation!!