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[ceofjohnlennon]

Debunking some John Lennon's photos:

FAKE PHOTO: Edited photo of John Lennon wearing a David Bowie t-shirt.

THE REAL PHOTO: John Lennon wearing a t-shirt with the name of a group of his fans, The Greeting Committee, on September 6, 1973.

FAKE PHOTO: Chema Ríos from a band called La Coruña. THE REAL PHOTO: The real John Lennon with The Quarrymen, on July 6, 1957.

FAKE PHOTO: John Lennon's look-alike Adam Hastings from the cover band The Fab Four. THE REAL PHOTO: John Lennon in a similar picture while rehearsing for the Thank Your Lucky Stars, on November 24, 1964.

FAKE PHOTO: Denny Laine upside down in the studio. THE REAL PHOTO: John Lennon lying on the floor, recording The White Album, 1968.

FAKE PHOTO: John Lennon loved flowers and there are other real photos with him holding some but this one is edited. THE REAL PHOTO: John Lennon holding a stone during the filming of Help! at Cliveden House in Buckinghamshire, May of 1965.

[sceletaflores]

HEAVY METAL LOVER!

pair: logan howlett x bartender!reader wc: 4.2k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, drinking, swearing, motorcycle rides, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering (fem!receiving), creampie, wolverine's hairy tits, the claws show up ofc, porn with plot, no use of y/n. author’s note: watched deadpool & wolverine twice in theaters, started rewatching the x-men movies, pondered many different thoughts, sat down and wrote this. i need him to breed me. title from lady gaga's 'heavy metal lover' cause it's literally his song.

the wolverine is a regular at your bar…

You're shining glasses behind the bar when you hear it, the gruff sound of Logan’s voice turning away yet another girl that worked up the courage to come up to him. It’s his third rejection of the night, not that you were counting.

You were, you always do. You pay more attention to that side of the bar than you normally would when he’s here, which is nearly everyday for the past three weeks. He's not like any of your other regulars. He's almost always alone, and he never talks to you except when he calls for another drink. 

The only reason you even know his real name at all is because Wade told you one of the nights he tagged along, leaning his elbows on the bar to whisper over the sugared rim of his "Piña Colada. Extra creamy please, you know how I like it..." like he was telling you a secret.

"Don't let him hurt your feels honey bunch. That's just classic Logan for you, a man of few words. Huge case of blue balls by the way." 

You remember the way he let the obvious innuendo hang in the air, the knowing look he gave you as he spun the little paper umbrella floating in his drink. You didn’t think you were being that obvious, that someone as socially inept as Wade was able to pick up on the way your eyes would linger a little too long on the broad width of Logan’s shoulders, on the way his arms would strain against the fabric of his flannels. 

You’d seen him on the news, thick corded muscles all wrapped in blue and yellow leather. It haunted you for days, playing in your mind on a constant loop of sweaty biceps until you finally gave in and pulled out your favorite vibrator. 

Even with that, there’s just something about the jeans and flannels he wears outside of the suit that make you want to jump over the bar and drop down to your knees right in front of him. Your mouth open wide and waiting.

The dull ‘thunk’ of Logan placing his empty glass on the bartop grabs your attention, two quick raps of his knuckles against the wood ripping you from your thoughts. “Another,” he says briskly, not looking away from the peeling backsplash on the wall behind you.

You usually snapped at men who’d bark orders at you, but The Wolverine isn’t just any man. He's certainly the only man you'd ever take orders from willingly, happily.

You grin, tossing your towel over your shoulder as you grab the whiskey bottle off the shelf and slide over to him, tipping the amber colored bottle over to start refilling his glass. “That’s the third one tonight,” you say casually, casting your eyes over his shoulder to the girl from before retreating back to her friends. “I take it you don’t come here looking for company?”

Logan’s eyes flick to yours, it’s the first time he’s looked at you all night. You look back, lips pulled into a small smile as more whiskey than you’d usually pour splashes against the sides of his glass. The music playing from the speakers fades into a dull hum around you.

He holds your gaze for a second longer, a flash of something you can't quite read passing through his eyes before he’s looking away again. “Not the kind you’re thinking of,” he replies, his voice a low rumble that has something warm zinging up your spine.

You set the bottle down next to him, brow piqued in curiosity. “And what kind is that?”

He doesn't respond right away, just raises the now full glass to his lips to take a slow sip. You almost think he’s going to ignore you again, but then he speaks, “You ask everyone that comes in here personal questions, bub?” 

There’s the barest hint of amusement lacing his words that has you biting your bottom lip to try and contain the absolute giddiness blooming in your chest. It’s not much, but it’s more than he’s ever given you before. Encouraged, you step in a little closer, hoping to draw him out further.

“Only the ones with their asses practically fused to my stools,” you shrug, a playful glint sparkling in your eyes. “So what is it, you got some poor wife you leave at home every time you come here? Because the ‘tall, dark, and kind of morally ambiguous’ thing is obviously working for you.”

Logan turns his eyes to you again, his brow raised in amusement. You’re close enough that you can see the way his lips turn up at the corners. He seems to consider your question, gaze slowly trailing along your face before flicking back to your eyes. "No wife," he replies, the words slow and deliberate. "No home to leave her at either.”

His response hangs in the air between you, heavier than you anticipated. You let out a soft breath, lips parting ever so slightly. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze settling over you, leaving your whole body warm and tingly. The heat swirling deep in your gut slipping down to pool wet and sticky in your panties. Logan’s eyes blink shut for just a second, the bridge of his nose twitching lightly.

You almost can’t believe this is really happening, that the angry guy at the end of your bar you’ve seen turn away pretty girl after pretty girl is flirting with you. It makes you feel dizzy with power, like you could do anything, but it’s also one of the most intimidating things you’ve ever experienced. You didn’t realize what it meant to be the center of Logan’s attention until now, but you refuse to back down.

 He gives an inch, so you take a mile.

Your grin widens as you lean your elbows on the bar, resting your chin on the heels of your hands. Logan doesn’t react to you invading his space, just keeps his eyes on you with a passive look on his face, but you don’t miss the way his gaze darts down to the low cut of your top.

“So…” you say slowly, voice dipping into a softer more intimate tone, “that means you’re free later tonight?” You tilt your head to the side coyly, allowing your hair to cascade over your shoulder, the movement drawing his gaze.

Logan’s eyes widen the tiniest bit, a surprised huff leaving his lips. He raises his glass, taking another long drink. Your eyes trace the sharp line of his jaw to where his adam’s apple bobs enticingly as he swallows. Your lips tingle with the need to mark up the tan column of his throat, to sink your teeth in the skin there, to taste.

The neckline of his undershirt dips low enough that you can see the dark hair scattered across his chest, dog tags dangling from a chain around his neck to sit in the center.

You drag your eyes back up to his face, flushing when you see that he's already looking at you over the rim of his drink. He sets his half drained glass down, a skeptical look on his face. “How old are you, kid?”

You shake your head with a soft laugh, dropping your palms to lay flat on the bartop. If that makes your top dip a little lower to flash more of your cleavage in Logan’s eyeline, then that’s just a bonus. “Old enough to be here,” you reply after a short pause, gazing up at him from under your lashes, “Old enough to know what I want.”

Logan’s eyes darken, the warm brown of them seeming deeper and even more intense than before. The dim overhead lights cast shadows across his rugged features, highlighting the scruff on his jaw. You can’t help but imagine the rough scratch of it brushing up against your inner thighs.

Logan pushes his glass away, leaning in with a soft grunt, his eyes drop to your lips. You suck in a shocked breath, your whole body lighting up at being so close to him. Your heart is racing in your chest, a quick ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum that echoes in your ears.

His lips turn up in a sly grin, the sharp canines of his teeth on display. “Is that so?” He asks, voice going all husky like gravel and honey. He meets your eyes and you swear you can see the sparks going off in the air between you, everything else in the bar completely fizzling out as his breath mingles with yours. “Careful what you wish for,” he says, his voice a low rumble that makes your knees weak. “You might just get it.”

Your lips curve into a mischievous smile, the heat between you palpable. “I’m counting on it,” you reply, your voice dripping with promise. It takes everything in you to straighten up and pull away from Logan, stepping back with the forgotten bottle in your hand. “My shift ends at eleven,” you say with a small shrug, jerking your head to a door across the room, “staff leaves through the alley door.” 

It’s a clear invitation, one that Logan easily picks up on. His hungry gaze follows every move you make as you shelf the whiskey.

Before he can say anything, someone calls you from across the bar, shaking their empty glass impatiently. You throw him one last smile over your shoulder, mouthing ‘eleven‘ again with a quick nod of your head. You aren’t sure if it’s supposed to reassure you or him.

Logan smirks nonetheless, standing from the bar before draining the rest of his drink and throwing a few bills down. The air crackles as you watch him make his way towards the exit, eyes lingering on the way his jeans hug the thick muscles of his legs before someone is snapping their fingers at you to serve them.

The rest of your shift drags by, but the excitement and hope swirling in your stomach doesn’t fade. You’re practically thrumming with excitement by the time eleven rolls around, anticipation coursing through your veins as you clock out and grab your bag from your locker.

You pull the door to the alley open, the heavy metal creaking with the swing. The gravel crunches under your shoes as you step outside, eyes eagerly searching the space in search of Logan. The light mounted above the door shines around you, but you don’t see him anywhere. 

Just as disappointment starts to settle in your chest, you hear a loud rumble coming from the down the street. A bright light shines across the road as it gets closer and closer until there’s a motorcycle pulled up against the alley’s opening.

Logan kicks the bike’s stand down, leaning over to hold out a helmet in offering. “You coming or not?” he calls out, voice deep and teasing, “I’m not known for my patience.”

You can’t help but laugh, a mix of exhilaration and nervousness bubbling up inside you. With a confident stride, you walk toward him, the loud growl of the bike reverberates through your body like thunder with every step. “You’re just full of surprises tonight, aren’t you?” 

You take the helmet from his hand, but he doesn't let go right away, making your fingers brush against his in a way that sends a shiver up your arm. You meet his gaze, the smirk on his lips matching the dangerous glint in his eyes.

He drops his hand down to the bike’s handle, jerking his head back to the empty space behind him. “Hop on.”

You straddle the bike, the leather seat warm from the rumbling engine beneath you. You give Logan your address as you slip the helmet on. His body is warm and solid against your front, you can’t help but press a little closer, your hands falling to rest on his waist. The leather of his jacket is smooth under your fingertips.

Logan turns his head to the side, the street lights shine along the side of his face in a warm yellow glow. “Hang on,” he says, voice barely audible over the roar of the bike’s engine starting up.

The sudden rush of wind as he pulls off paired with the thrillingly intense vibration of the engine revving under you is exhilarating. You wrap your arms tight around his waist, fingers digging in slightly as you lean into the curve of his body. 

The city blurs into a whirlwind of colorful lights as Logan navigates the streets with a confident ease. The cool night air whips past you, every turn and acceleration pumping more adrenaline through your veins. You cling to Logan’s waist like it’s a lifeline– there’s a sense of freedom and excitement that comes with being on the bike, but you think the real thrill is being pressed against him like this, feeling the power of his strength under you.

The ride seems like it takes both hours and seconds all at once when Logan pulls up to your house's gate. He kills the engine, the sudden silence a stark contrast from the roaring bike. Your heart pounds in your chest, pulse thumping as you slide the helmet off.

Logan takes it from your hands, eyes scanning over your house. “Nice place,” he comments casually, swinging his leg over the bike to stand next to you. 

"Thanks," you say, your voice a tad breathless. You can’t help but feel a little self-conscious as you dig for your keys in your bag, nerves finally starting to set in. The air is cold against your flushed skin, and you’re hyper aware of Logan’s presence behind you as you unlock the gate and push it open.

He doesn’t touch you as the two of you walk up the steps to your house, infuriatingly keeping his distance with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans.

Your legs shake with every step, you can’t tell if it’s left over adrenaline from the ride or the building anticipation for the ride you know is waiting for you beyond your front door. Your hands tremble as you fumble with the lock, opening the door and stepping into the darkness of your living room. 

You’re barely a foot inside before a pair of strong hands pull you backwards, getting whirled around by your waist until your back hits your closed front door mute thud. You don’t have any time to react before Logan’s crowding up against you, his body a solid wall of muscle pressing you hard against the door. His lips crash into yours in a hungry kiss, you can taste the whiskey from earlier sharp and smoky on his tongue.

You respond eagerly, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down even closer. Logan’s hands roam over your body rough and possessive, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck while the other grips your waist, pulling you even closer. His hands leave a trail of fire in their wake, your skin tingling with every brush of his fingers. You can feel the raw power in his touch, a barely there restrained strength that has your heart racing even faster. 

“I could fucking smell you,” he growls agasint your neck, digging his sharp teeth into your collarbone meanly. You can't help but let out a soft moan, your head falling back against the door to give him better access. The rough stubble on his jaw scrapes deliciously against your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Could smell how goddamn wet you got, back at the bar.”

His hand slips under the waistband of your jeans, sliding down the front of your panties to brush against your clit. Your mouth drops open with a soft moan, your slick lips still tingling. “Do you have any fuckin’ idea how hard it was not to bend you over, to not rip these things off and fuck you over the bar?” he asks roughly, lips brushing against your skin with every word. “Wanted to take you right, make everyone watch while I made you scream.”

Your breath hitches at his words, a wave of pleasure crashing through you. The rough skin of his fingertips press more firmly against your clit, drawing a broken moan from your lips. “Logan,” you gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.Your hands claw at his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you try to ground yourself. 

His lips capture yours again in a bruising kiss, sliding two thick fingers into you with a rough thrust. “Atta girl,” he murmurs against your mouth, dragging his tongue across your bottom slip. “That’s it, say my name,” he growls, swallowing your moans as his fingers pump into you with an unrelenting pace. Your walls clench around him, a needy whine escaping your throat as he begins to fuck his fingers in and out of your wet cunt. 

The coil of pleasure deep in your stomach tightens with every thrust of his fingers, your body trembling with the intensity of it all. You can feel the pressure start to build, like a dam threatening to burst, but this isn’t how you want to come. You break the kiss, a thin thread of saliva connecting your lips before it thins and breaks. “Wait,” you say breathlessly, hand slipping down to grip his forearm tightly, “I want to come with you inside me.”

Logan growls, a deep, primal sound that you can feel rumble deep in his chest where it’s pressed against yours. “Bedroom,” he demands, hands dropping to the back of your thighs and lifting. 

You wrap your legs around his waist with a quiet squeal, attacking the skin of his neck with your teeth as he walks the two of you down the dark hallway. “First door on the right,” you whisper, dragging your tongue along the column of his throat. You can feel the thick length of his cock straining against his jeans press into your hip. He sucks in a sharp breath as you roll your hips down, sliding the damp fabric of your clothed cunt over him.

Logan kicks the door open with a force that has it slamming against the wall, the sound barely registering in your lust-addled brain. Logan dumps you on the bed, the force of it bouncing you on the mattress. He rips his white undershirt over his head and drops to his knees in front of you, big hands coming up to grip the waistband of your jeans.

The muscles in his arms don’t even flex as he rips your shorts down the middle, denim and along with lace panties tearing like tissue paper in his hands and falling to the floor in tattered pieces. You gasp at the cold air hitting your hot, aching cunt. 

Logan’s hands run up and down the bare skin of your calves, eyes glued to the soaked skin of your inner thighs. Your thighs start to tremble under his gaze, your patience starting to wear thin. Logan drags his eyes back to you, taking in the pleading look on your face. He smirks, wordlessly rising to his feet to pop open the button of his jeans.

You watch with bated breath as he unzips his fly, eyes glued to the way he starts to push them down his legs just enough that they fall to pool around his ankles. Your mouth drops open, eyes going wide at the sight of him.

He’s so big, so thick and heavy that his cock hangs hard between his hairy thighs instead of slapping up against his stomach. There’s a thick drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip, dripping down a thick vein running along the side.

Your mouth waters with want, the want to bury your nose in the dark thatch of hair surrounding the base, the want to have him fuck your throat raw and red. You can almost feel the ache in your jaw. 

As much as you want to get him in your mouth, you want him inside you even more.

“Get your ass over here,” you demand breathlessly, tearing your shirt off your head in one swift motion. Logan smirks, stepping out of his jeans and making his way across the room. His dog tags jingle with every step, your cunt clenches weakly.

He stalks up the mattress like a predator, eyes ablaze as a cocky smirk plays on his lips. Your legs fall open unconsciously, thighs spreading wide to make enough room for his hips to slot against yours.

You gasp at the thick head of his cock sliding through your wet folds, your body arching off the bed. The sensation is electric, shooting through you like a live wire. "Logan," you breathe, your voice barely more than a whimper. "Please..."

"Please what?" he asks, his lips curving into a smirk against your skin. "You gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart."

Your cheeks flush hot, but the need burning inside you is stronger than any embarrassment. "I want you," you admit, your voice trembling with desire. "I want you to fuck me, Logan."

His growl is low and feral, his fingers teasing you relentlessly as he presses his forehead to yours. "That's a good girl," he rumbles, his breath hot against your lips as he sinks into the tight heat of your cunt in a single thrust. 

The pace he sets is unrelenting, one hand braced on the pillow next to your head while the other grips your bed’s frame for better leverage to fuck down into you. The sting of his cock splitting your cunt open has your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. His dog tags hang from his neck, swinging like a pendulum as he starts to thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grates out, brows furrowed in pleasure. His hips speed up, barely pulling out halfway before he plunges back into you. The bed squeaks under you, slamming up against the wall as Logan fucks you.

It’s like Logan surrounds every inch of you, strong arms caged around your head while his body covers yours, metal bonded bones pressing you down into the mattress so there’s nothing you can do but take it. You know that he’s ruined every other man in the world for you as the heavy snap of his hips pounds against the skin of your ass hard enough to bruise. The thick muscles of chest bounces as he moves, the coarse hair scraping against your sensitive nipples.

The head of his cock pounds the soft spot inside of you that has your eyes fluttering closed, mind going hazy as heat starts to pool at the base of your spine.

“Don’t fucking stop,” you beg brokenly, tears sting the corners of your eyes. “God! I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me come–”

“Come on baby,” Logan goads, dropping down to his fore arm so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck, “Give it to me, come on this cock, show me how much you fucking love it,”

The stinging bite of his sharp canines scraping the fluttering pulse of your neck makes you wail, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave long red welts that heal as you go. Your cunt clenches around the pulsing length of his cock, greedily milking him as you come in a rush of wetness around his cock.

“Fuck,” Logan grits out, his hips faltering. It’s not by much, but just enough for you to notice. The rhythmic smack smack smack of skin stuttering as his breath comes out in fast pants against the sweaty skin of your neck. His cock jerks inside you fiercely, his heavy balls tightening as he gets closer to the edge. You can hear the metal frame of your bed creaking warningly under his grip.

“Come in me,” you beg breathlessly, tightening your ankles around his waist. “Please, Logan I need it–”

Logan lets out a feral growl as his hand drops from your headboard, the sharp metallic sound of his claws unsheathing rings out above you before he slams his fist into the mattress next to your head. He floods your insides, pumping you full of his come as he grunts like a beast on top of you. He gives a few more weak thrusts of his hips, letting the two of you ride out your highs before he finally stills.

You hear the quiet snikt of his claws retracting from your mattress and back into between his knuckles before Logan collapses on top of you, arms braced on either side of your head to take most of his weight. His breath puffs raggedly over the skin of your shoulder, his spent cock still snug in your sore cunt. 

“You owe me a new mattress,” you say breathlessly, digging the heels of your feet into his lower back sharply. 

Logan chuckles into your neck, tipping his head up to look at you with dark eyes. His lips curl into a smirk as he rolls his hips, his still hard cock dragging along the sensitive walls of your cunt makes you gasp. “Yeah?” he asks, low and velvety. His eyes flick to the three holes punched through your sheets.

“You can add it to my tab,” he says with another stronger roll of his hips, “We’re not done here.”

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a/n! the actual biggest shout out to @ebodebo for beta reading and listening to my non-stop rambling and horny thoughts about this man. she's a true solider because i have been so annoying about this. mwah mwah mwah.

[b1mbodoll]

💌: listeninf to gentleman by gallant. thoughts occurred. enjoy

lee heeseung loves to eat pussy sorry u cant tell me otherwise

“eat you out for dinner like a gentleman” is so heeseung. nerd! heeseung that prefers to pleasure you, his glasses foggy n crooked on his pretty face n his mouth n chin all wet with your cum ..

nerd! heeseung that gets off on toying with your pretty little cunt, his nose rubbing your clit just right as his fingers fuck into your hole, pulling away to let out breathy moans because he thinks it’s so hot getting you all dumb; so hot that he cums in his pants n he hasn’t even touched his cock yet, too focused on drawing countless orgasms from you with his tongue n fingers

or.. idk hear me out: daddy heeseung. he’s so desperate to taste you he uses his tie to bind your hands n lays you on the dinner table, doesn’t bother pulling your panties off either, just pushes them to the side n tonguefucks your needy pussy.

you can feel his tongue deep inside n he digs his hands into your thighs, spreading your legs n keeping you pinned down so he can reach even deeper, moans into your cunt and presses kisses onto your sensitive clit.

makes you beg him to let you cum and if you get too stupid to ask for permission, he punishes you with quick, harsh slaps to your clit even as you whine out apologies of “sorry daddy” over and over again, tears streaking your sweet face. he nods along, a condescending pout on his lips as he rubs your poor clit with two fingers to “soothe” you before pressing down harder n forcing another orgasm from you.

you wanted to cum so badly, it’s only right that heeseung makes you cum for him even if you’re whining and sobbing because you’re so overstimulated

[sunrisemill]

Would it be better if I said pretty please ?? 😊

[uravitypng]

oikawa manhandling you because he can't believe how soft you are. he can't help it, he sees you and it's all he can think about. oikawa's bigger than you, taller than you, stronger than you, it was rather shocking the first time he moved your body in any position he wanted. he didn't think anyone could be this soft. your body bounces as he grabs onto whatever flesh he can. he marvels at how pretty you are, as you try to playfully wriggle from his grasp, making him lightly spank you, so he can see your body jiggle. he loves the little noises you make, the gasps when he touches you just right. you're his soft, round, squidgy girlfriend, you're all his, and he adores you.

[gallners]

9-1-1 7.03 "Capsized"

[alastwhorez]

Pussy Drunk Alastor

♡ Pairing: Human Alastor x Wife Reader

♡ Summary: Alastor loves getting lost in his wife's thighs

♡ cw: 18+, MDNI, alastor is ooc, oral, afab!reader, poorly written

♡ an: first time writing for alastor, so it's probably not the best. Be nice! Possible spelling errors, not proofread.

🦌 Alastor loves nothing more after a long day than to come home and get lost in between his loving wife's thighs.

🦌 The moment he walks through the door he is walking up behind you, grabbing you by the waist, and throwing your smaller frame over his shoulder as he stalks to your shared bedroom.

🦌 Alastor wastes no time throwing you on the bed and hiking up your skirt as he swiftly pulls your underwear off, tossing them behind him to get lost on the floor.

🦌 His smile widens when he sees how wet you already are. Smirking up at you before pushing his glasses on top of his head, having his hair pushed back as well.

🦌 Alastor puts your legs over his shoulders and starts kissing up your leg starting at your ankle. He kisses, licks and bites his way up to your center where he stops and you can feel the cold air of him exhaling on you before he dips back down running his tongue up your folds

🦌 He starts slow, teasing you. Short little kitten licks everywhere but where you crave him most. Smirking and holding back a chuckle when he feels you wiggle trying to move your hips so his tongue is where you crave it.

🦌 Alastors hand wonder all up your body, cupping your tits through your dress before he is pushing it up over your chest, groaning at the sight before him.

🦌 Your back arches off the bed as he starts giving you longer, harder licks before adding a finger. Your hands try to find his hair but he pins them down on the bed.

🦌 He adds another finger as you yell out his name, back arching, and legs trying to close around his head. He groans into you knowing you won't last much longer.

🦌 Alastor is grinding and rutting against the bed trying to get any friction he can on his leaky cock. He's moaning as his hold on your thighs tighten. He moans your name against you, getting lost in the taste of you on his tongue.

🦌 Alastor swears your the best thing he has ever tasted. He's eating you like a starved man as he continues to grind on the bed, feeling his cock twitch every few seconds.

🦌 He has you cumming for the nth time on his tongue. “one more baby, just one more” He says breathlessly against you as his tongue continues to flick.

🦌 He is biting, licking,and sucking anywhere he can reach. His hips speed on as he humps the bed, wishing it was your sweet cunt.

🦌 Alastor feels his cock twitch when you sweetly moan his name. Not long after he is moaning, and eyes cross as he shoots his load in his pants, moaning your name as he does.

🦌 He pulls away kissing up your body as you throw your dress over your head to lost in the room. He's laying on top of you, head in your neck, kissing and licking as he tells you how much he loves you.

🦌 His glasses are long gone, hair falling over his eyes as you run your hands through his, kissing his forehead. “Are you going to fuck me or not Al?”

🦌 You feel him smirk against your neck before he is ripping his clothes off. Whining at how sensitive his cock is before lining it up with your entrance.

🦌 Alastor Loves nothing more than to get lost in between your thighs. Anyway you'll let him.

[ghostarii]

childe is a dirty bastard with a nasty obsession for you. he finds you so beautiful, so gorgeous and filled to the brim with visual blessings. he can’t help how his cock grows and hardens at the sight of your filled out frame and he can’t leave himself that way . . . so he jerks off. wraps his calloused hand around his thick cock and drags it up and down with shut eyes and a gaped mouth, imagining it was your soft hands making him feel good. he did this often, hiding in bathrooms or waiting until he gets home and releasing all over his sheets. but at some point, it’s not enough.

so, if you ever get a text from your good friend childe, reading “attachment: 1 video”, don’t be surprised when you see his cock sliding in and out of a fuck doll. the sound is lewd and nasty—squelching and wet slapping that rings off in unison with his grunts and pretty moans. he moans your name, groping the fake tits of the doll, “so fucking pretty for me . . . ngh, fuck—“ he had to let you know how he felt. what you do to him. so he raises the angle of his phone, showing the tablet that displays a selfie of you—one you sent to him when asking him which lipstick shade looked better on you. he groans louder, pounding the doll even furiously, “you’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum . . .”

he said he wanted to breed that tight cunt and make you his. you hadn’t even realized the video was three minutes long and you were nearing the end. he whimpers as he pounds tougher, snapping his hips against the doll with sniffles of your name and begs for his release. and then he cums. spills his seed deep in the doll with a guttural moan and fucked up camera angle as he doubles over. there’s a shuffling sound and then you can see clearly: see the load of cum spilling out of the doll, and he fingers the spill back in, moaning at the sight. “‘ts gonna be you next . . .” he murmurs, and the video ends.

you never saw him that way. he was your friend. but that promise he made at the end had your cunt throbbing, waiting for that treatment.

[ghuleh-recs]

just a papa and his ghoul.

happy belated bday @conjuring-ghouls pls enjoy these gifs of our two faves being each other's faves ♡

[lilac-dreamxxz]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑠

⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀heαrtbreαk ⠀⠀is⠀⠀𝗼𝗻𝗲⠀⠀thing⠀⠀my

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ego's⠀⠀anotɦer⠀⠀,⠀⠀i⠀⠀beg⠀⠀you

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀don't ⠀⠀𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀⠀⠀me⠀⠀,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀motherfuker ㅤ⏤ ㅤ💋⠀ ˒

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( please please please — Sabrina carpenter )

⠀⠀⠀ oh⠀⠀,⠀⠀𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈⠀⠀,⠀⠀all⠀⠀the⠀⠀city

⠀⠀⠀⠀lights⠀⠀never⠀⠀shιᥒᥱ⠀⠀as⠀⠀brigɦt

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀as⠀⠀y☆ur⠀⠀eyes⠀ 𓈒 🌟

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( Car's Outside — James Arthur )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀if⠀⠀you⠀⠀𝖼͟𝗈͟𝗎͟𝗅͟𝖽⠀⠀see⠀⠀my

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀tɦᦅᥙgɦts⠀⠀you⠀⠀wᦅuld⠀⠀see

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ your⠀⠀𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲⠀⠀ 👦🏻 ̼⠀⠀[..]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( Ivy — Frank Ocean )

[delehosies]

i think we need to launch an investigation into slutty men and their slutty white shirts

[swampybogg]

[dawnbreakersgaze]

[miya-rin]

“what the fuck do you two think youre doing?”

shit, you think, you didnt notice the balcony door had been slid open until you heard the voice of one of your brothers. you start to pull away from suna’s lips which earns you a small whine from his end, his grip tightens around you and honestly it its quite cute the way he is trying so hard to savour the moment. “come back later, we’re kinda busy.” the boy mutters before trying to move your face away from the distraction so that he can kiss you once more.

“suna you get your hands off of her right now, i dont give a fuck that its your birthday.” osamu pipes up, he looks furious and a little bit disgusted, if it hadnt been for the situation youre in right now you would think its kind of funny.

“samu lay off him, it was a mutual agreement, im just as guilty as he is ok?” that does not seem to help the boys understand, if anything they seem even more angry with you both.

“what the fuck do you mean it was a mutual agreement? are you two hooking up or something? yn he just turned 18 a few hours ago are you forgetting that?” atsumu says, he is rambling on with every excuse he can think of as to why this is “so wrong”, from the corner of your eye you can see suna trying so very hard to hide the grin that is creeping its way onto his face, his hands still all over you despite the fact that you arent alone anymore.

“listen, it was his birthday wish ok? i swear it didn’t mean anything,” sunas grip begins to loosen ever so slightly, “i just though it would get him off my back and get him over his little crush on me.” suna’s facial expression shifts but you choose to ignore it, you have bigger problems to deal with at the moment.

“no this is not ok, how would you feel if me or samu kissed one of your friends because it was their birthday wish?”

“that’s different, why would my friends want to kiss either of you?”

“excuse me? ill have you know that many women want to kiss me! and dont think youre getting off the hook either suna, ill make sure you never-“ you dont even want to hear the threat that is about to come out of his mouth, you just want to get out of this shitty situation.

“boys please, just give us five minutes to talk and then we will be back inside ok? i promise.” your efforts to plead with your brothers finally work.

“…fine,” atsumu mumbles, “but this better be a one time thing. im not gonna deal with you two being all lovey dovey around me.” and with that he lightly tugs on osamu’s sleeve, signalling him to walk back inside and continue the party. he closes the balcony door but not before bringing two fingers up to his eyes and then pointing them at the two of you. its a warning.

you turn back to suna and notice the sad look on his face - he looks kinda cute like this, “so, what do-“.

“did you really mean what you just said to them?” the poor boy looks heartbroken, after waiting three years to finally have a chance with the girl he loves wants the moment is ruined like that? “did you actually just do that so i would leave you alone?” his hands fully leave your body now and he takes a step back to put some distance between you two.

“well i mean sort of yeah… ive never looked at you in any way other than my brothers best friend if im going to be honest, i dont know if thats because of the age difference or what but ive never thought we could be anything.” the look of hurt is prominent on his face no matter how hard he tries to hide it, normally playful banter would have been thrown back and forth between the two of you but rintarou just stays silent, an indication that youve fucked up.

“listen suna i dont know what you want me to say, i wasnt really thinking when i said that to atsumu it just came out. i am 4 years older than you and many people would not approve of us if i decided to give you a chance.”

“who cares? i could treat you so right if you would just let me. i have waited entirely too long for this moment, all im asking for is one date.”

“you said that about the kiss too, one thing is never enough with you is it? you always need more.” a playful smile creeps onto your face which is outshined by the one on sunas, he knows that your smile means that you agree to go on a date with him.

“i really hope you arent fucking with me right now, that would be so cruel, especially on my birthday.”

“oh give the birthday excuse a rest now will you? you dont need to keep on at me you have already got what you want.”

“mhm i absolutely have,” he walks closer and once again wraps his arms around you, placing a hand under your jawbone to make you look up at him, “and i couldnt be happier.” he states as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss once more <3

[prettiedup]

frat boy! toru fucking u in front of all his friends cuz they were complimenting u and he has to remind u and them who u belong to !!

“you look so pretty.” 

“awe, you look like a real life doll.”

“pretty thing.”

all of their sweet compliments went straight to your head. you felt like you were lounging on clouds from all of the attention. so many attractive guys complimenting you at once had your skin sizzling. there’s a giddy smile on your face each time you thank them for their compliment, sometimes you go so far as to return a compliment to them. 

you had just gotten your hair done, and admittedly there was something different about you一a glow or something along of the lines of that. you remember walking into the frat house with satoru towing seconds behind. suguru glanced up from his spot on the couch before looking down, only to quickly shoot his head up again.

suguru whistles as his eyes dance along your figure. the skirt you wore clung onto your thighs as well as the crop top that emphasized your boobs. “say, satoru. when are you gonna stop hogging this pretty thing?” suguru asks. a smirk is on his lips while he looks at you hungrily. 

“when hell freezes over.” satoru grumbles. he sits down beside suguru, grabbing you by your hips, he guides you down onto his lap. 

slowly, the living room fills one by one until all of them are lounging in different spots. they’re laughing and insulting each other, but you can tell that there’s love shared. you sit contently on satoru’s lap, a giddy smile on your face. you were just happy to be included with them. this is the first time you’ve felt a part of a group. 

somehow, the conversation shifts onto you and satoru. 

“they fuck like literal bunnies.” choso tuts, his attention is on pearling a blunt for him, sukuna, mohito, and suguru to smoke. 

“at least i get pussy, fuckin’ virgin loser.” satoru spits out. the rest of the guys erupt into laughter at his insult. even choso lets out a few bruised chuckles.

“i could make your girl cum with just my words. i see why you tell her to avoid us.” choso retorts back.

fire spreads throughout your body as the two men begin bickering back and forth. they don’t even realize their threats are making your thighs clench as each word becomes more lewd. you could feel yourself leaking into your panties and your hole clenching when satoru says something extremely kinky.

“all you can make is empty threats. i can actually do the shit i say i would.” satoru is fumbling with the fabric of you mini skirt, his long fingers flip it up leaving your bottom barely covered be your panties.

a gasp rips from your throat as you attempt to close your legs only for satoru to pry them back open.

he lays his head on your shoulder, mumbling a quiet “chill.” he drags your panties down to your ankles.

your heart thumps wildly in your chest as your pussy becomes exposed to all of the guys in the room. they all examine it from a distance, some guys remain expressionless while others throw you a hungry look.

“keep beatin’ your dick to the thought of her while i get to actually fuck her.” his words are harsh but his fingers are gentle as they circle your clit.

your thighs clench from the contact. you feel mixtures of arousal and embarrassment brewing in your system. their eyes are fix on satoru’s fingers. they had all grown quiet, and the only major sound is your mewls.

“she’d never get this wet for a loser like you.” satoru makes eye contact with choso as he plunges two fingers into your pussy.

“t-toru!” you cry out as your body immediately responds to his intrusion. his fingers fill your pussy so well. already, your arousal is coating his hand.

“who do you belong to?” he asks. he’s so close to your ear that his breath tickles your earlobe.

your back arches against his chest. he’s moving his fingers so fast and harshly inside of you. all you could do is whine while sitting there and taking it. your lidded eyes look around the room and you accidentally make eye contact with sukuna. your eyes widen when you see his fat bulge pressed against his sweatpants.

“who do you fuckin’ belong to?” satoru suddenly uses his other hand to grab your neck. your head tilts as you gasp for air.

“you! you, daddy!” you wail out as your pussy leaves remainders of your cream all over his digits.

”fuckin’ thought so.” he tuts before slipping his fingers out of your pussy. strings of your arousal stay attached until they break off.

“hm.” he hums to suguru. you had honestly forgotten he was sitting directly beside the two of you.

suguru smirks before opening his mouth and welcoming satoru’s fingers against his tongue. he slurps your arousal letting out loud pleased moans.

you were honestly shocked that they did that. but from the way the other guys around them, they didn’t look at all surprised from the two’s antics. in fact, choso went back to perfecting his roll while sukuna and mahito were discussing something they seen on campus yesterday.

“best meal i’ve had so far. i think ‘m gonna need t’experience it firsthand one day.” suguru’s words are suggestive and there’s a twinkle in his dark eyes.

satoru doesn’t get upset like he did with choso. he only snorts and begins helping you fix your panties and skirt. as he helps you fix yourself, you think over suguru’s words and satoru’s response.

you couldn’t help but wonder if he was being serious.

[lachatalovematcha]

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