#screaming wailing incoherent

[fcthots]

okay last thing i’ll send i swear!!

the song ‘dying is a beautiful thing to do’ by easha is so reader and jason coded to me. thoughts?

- 🍓

I am staring at my ceiling. unwell. you owe me tissues.

if nothing else, can I be your regret?

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

[dawn-till-dusk0]

[brokenbrds]

[leiakenobi]

when i tell you i feel such an absurd level of protectiveness over mahk webbah

is he my favorite driver? no. do i think he's underrated? no. do i think he has interesting things to say about f1? no. do i think he has coherent things to say about f1? also no.

but by god i am cradling him so close to my heart

[swordshapedleaves]

leaving christmas shopping to the last minute because I was too tired earlier was such a great idea this isn't stressful at all

[v-iv-rusty]

the atmosphere for boss fights in souls games is incredible etc. etc. but playing inappropriately upbeat music over the top of them is really fucking funny

[xiaofiaan]

thinking about vax. feeling very sad about it.

[kagxme]

i need to be shot in the streets

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Do you have any good words to use instead of exclaim?

Thank you, I love this blog so much!

So glad to hear this. Thank you! <3 I love making these writing references as well.

Exclaim - to cry out, speak, or utter in a strong or sudden burst of emotion

Assert - to state or declare positively and often forcefully or aggressively

Aver - to allege or assert in pleading

Babble - to talk enthusiastically or excessively

Bellow - to make the loud deep hollow sound

Bewail - to express deep sorrow for usually by wailing and lamentation

Blabber - to talk foolishly or excessively

Blat - to declare positively; to utter loudly or foolishly

Blunder - to utter stupidly, confusedly, or thoughtlessly

Blurt (out) - to utter abruptly and impulsively

Bray - to utter or play loudly or harshly

Burst out - to say (something) suddenly

Caterwaul - to make a harsh cry

Chirp - to utter (something) with a cheerful liveliness; to make sharply critical, complaining, or taunting remarks

Clamor - to utter or proclaim insistently and noisily

Crow - to utter a sound expressive of pleasure

Gab - to talk in a rapid or thoughtless manner

Gabble - to say with incoherent rapidity

Gush - to make an effusive display of affection or enthusiasm

Hoot - to shout or laugh usually derisively

Howl - to cry out loudly and without restraint under strong impulse (such as pain, grief, or amusement)

Inveigh - to protest or complain bitterly or vehemently

Orate - to speak in an elevated and often pompous manner

Perorate - to deliver a long or grandiloquent oration

Repine - to feel or express dejection or discontent

Roar - to utter or emit a full loud prolonged sound

Screech - a high shrill piercing cry usually expressing pain or terror

Shout - to utter a sudden loud cry

Shriek - to utter a sharp shrill sound

Shrill - to utter or emit an acute piercing sound

Snarl - to give vent to anger in surly language

Spout - to speak or utter readily, volubly, and at length

Squall - to utter in a strident voice

Squawk - to utter a harsh abrupt scream

Squeal - to cause to make a loud shrill noise

Vociferate - to utter or cry out loudly

Wail - to express a prolonged cry or sound expressing grief or pain; loud lamentation

Whine - to utter a high-pitched plaintive or distressed cry

Yammer - to utter repeated cries of distress or sorrow; to utter persistent complaints; to talk persistently or volubly and often loudly

Yawp - (or yaup) to make a raucous noise

Yowl - to utter a loud long cry of grief, pain, or distress

Hope this helps. If it inspires your writing in any way, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read your work!

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[firequeenofficial]

HI I JUST DID THE MATHS FOR THIS. JIMMY WAS THERE FOR 77 DAYS! 77! THAT'S MORE THAN TWO MONTHS!!! THAT'S TWO AND A HALF MONTHS!!!!!!! I'M CRYING NOW! MY POOR BABY!

(In case it wasn't obvious, I'm in love with this au lol) (this is so slash pos you can't even fathom it)

Day 2555: An enraged Hels drags Jimmy into a room set up for surgery, dead set on preparing his wings for transplant on his own. Jimmy can only use what little strength he has left to fight back long enough to be found.

Action!

[nxtt2-u]

hush

your boyfriend loves to play with you in bed for hours on end. it’s not your fault you get loud after so much teasing, right?

content info — yang jeongin x afab!reader, 1.4k words, smut, established relationship

content warnings — nsfw, reader has a tummy, no gendered terms but reader has a vagina & boobs

notes — i return from my hiatus bearing this drabble-turned-oneshot as penance. i completely missed kinktober AND kinkmas.... sigh :( oh well, enjoy this lil snippet of dom jeongin!! ^^ smut warnings under the cut

smut warnings — dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, subspace, fingering, overstimulation, ruined orgasm, heavy petname usage sorry.., face slapping, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, a sprinkle of cockwarming, rough sex, praise and the teensiest bit of degradation(?), tummy cumshot, light aftercare (more done offscreen), mm i think that's it!

“a-ah, ‘yennie, ‘s too much,” you sniffle pathetically, pawing weakly at the hand that’s been toying between your legs for the better part of the last two hours. jeongin coos down at you from where he props himself up on an arm near your side, tilting his head as his lips curl into a smile, deep dimples popping out as if to mock your pitiful state. his other hand stays occupied with your silky heat, and just the sight of the veins protruding in his busy forearm as he works you has you soaking the sheets alone.

“it’s too much, baby?” he echoes condescendingly, eyes crinkling into mirthful crescents at the sound of your pussy squelching obscenely when he finally works two fingers inside your pussy with no resistance. you moan loudly at the delicious stretch of his long, dexterous fingers, delighted at finally having something inside after only being rubbed at and rubbed at up until now, and he grunts in response.

“shit… tight little cunt,” he mutters, crooking his fingers just right to prod at that gooey spot deep within. your whole body jolts as if connected to a live wire, and he moans breathily at the sight. “ah, fuck, is it there, baby? that’s what you want?”

you cry out in response, eyes slamming shut as you nod desperately. your hips begin to hump embarrassingly fast against his palm, but you’re so far gone you can’t even consider stopping yourself. jeongin chuckles at the tears welling up in your eyes as you fuck on his hand like a rabbit in heat, eagerly chasing your orgasm as it draws closer and closer.

he surprisingly allows it without complaint; if you had a drop of coherency left in your cotton-filled brain, you'd question his merciful behavior, but you're submerged too deep in the fuzzy headspace you oh so love to even think about anything other than the pleasure he's giving you. you babble out your incoherent thanks and rut impossibly harder against his palm, but just as your stomach begins to contract and the heat in your abdomen roars to an inferno, he pulls away.

you nearly scream aloud in frustration when your clit pulses angrily at the ruined orgasm. “jeongin!" you wail. "please, don’t be c-cruel,” sniffling, you shove your own hand down to swipe needily at your clit, pretty little head swooning with so much pleasure you can't even consider the consequences your desperation may bring. “need you, daddy, please, please please!” you cry out, frame thrashing wildly against the sheets with how sensitive you are now.

your boyfriend grunts and shifts to loom over you, brushing away his dark bangs so he can see how fucked out you are beneath him. he scoffs once, disbelieving at how you're still babbling and even beginning to drool onto his sheets, before he lands a harsh slap to your cheek. "hush, baby," he spits out, palming his flushed cock right over your heaving soft tummy. the hit leaves your skin hot and stinging in its wake, and you gasp. "god, you're so fucking needy, huh?" he drawls, polishing his tip with a sensitive hiss.

you didn't even realize the slap brought fresh tears to your eyes until they start falling right over the delicate spot where you were struck and you whine, clit pulsing with renewed delight at the pain. it finally manages to shut you up and he smirks when you eventually manage to still and fall silent, save for your intermittent sniffles and heavy breathing. he groans and tips his head forward to press an uncoordinated kiss to your lips at the sight of you peering up at him through wet lashes, patiently waiting for whatever he'll dish out next.

"ah, you're so good to me, sweetheart," jeongin murmurs into your mouth before tangling his tongue with yours. you moan against his lips as he sucks filthily on your tongue, and your noises only grow louder when you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. you break the kiss to pant and stare down at where he pushes in until your head subconsciously falls back against the pillow at the stretch. despite him preparing you with his digits not long ago, it's still a tight fit every time you fuck your boyfriend simply because of his sheer size.

the soaking wet warmth that envelops him must take a toll on him too, especially with how long he's been working the both of you up. jeongin moans at the feeling and his arms begin to shake as he bottoms out. he leans down to lap sloppily at the crook under your jaw while you both catch your breaths. "just warm my cock for a li'l, okay, baby?" he mutters, abs clenching erratically as he does his best to stave off his orgasm. you nod, eager to please and be good, but it doesn't take long before you get squirmy.

who can blame you, though? with his hard cock finally sheathed inside after endless teasing, it's a wonder how you've even held on this long at all. you find yourself writhing again before you know it, fingers threaded into the sheets near your head as you begin to mindlessly beg and tilt your hips up, eager for stimulation. "daddy, please move, plea—"

"sh, shh, angel," he cuts you off, pulling back to loom over you once again. "i know, i know," he croons sweetly when you begin to cry again at the first gentle rolls of his hips. he kisses those salty tears away and begins to thrust harder, rougher, until you're eventually being shifted up the bed with the force and the headboard is rattling against the wall in a steady rhythm.

you don't even register your volume until jeongin is pressing a clammy palm against your mouth to muffle you, still fucking into you like a toy. "shhh, shh," he soothes again, and your eyes roll back when a slight shift of the angle has his tip suddenly pounding into your g-spot. "that's it, sweetheart, just take it. i'll let you come soon, okay? y-you.. fuck," he pants, cock twitching deep inside when you clench hard at his words, "you're so beautiful. milkin' my cock for me, bein' such a good girl, hm?" you whine, eyes slammed shut and brows furrowed in pleasure, and the pornographic moan he lets out at the sight finally tips you over the edge.

"oh, o-oh," jeongin gasps at the way your walls flutter around him, sucking him in deep and demanding his seed. "shit, baby," he grunts, thrusts growing erratic and losing their rhythm as his own orgasm builds impossibly fast. "cream all over my cock like that, and i'll– ah, fuck- cumming cumming—!" he cries; just before you can feel warmth flood your poor, abused pussy, his cock is sliding out of you with an embarrassingly loud noise and he's painting the plush skin below your bellybutton with ropes of white, warm cum.

he jerks and milks himself above you with his eyes pressed shut and mouth wide open as a long, drawn-out groan escapes him. when he's finally spent, he collapses beside you in a sweaty heap with a sated sigh. it's the last thing you see before your eyes drift shut in exhaustion, and when they crack open again he's plastered against your clean stomach, head pillowed happily on a naked boob.

your throat clicks dryly when you try to speak, and he's quick to snap up and fumble with a nearby water bottle, swiftly unscrewing it and pressing it to your lips. when he deems you adequately hydrated, he pulls away and sets it down as you roll your neck around, stretching out your limbs. "hey, sleepyhead. you enjoy your nap?" he grins, returning to his spot amongst your chest. your eyes roll but you give a dopey smile right back, fucked out and soft from the afterglow.

"mhm..." you sigh, tilting his chin up for a kiss. jeongin complies with a happy noise and you pull back before things can get heated again. your poor cunt can't handle another round just yet.

"love you," he murmurs, tucking his face into your neck. you thread your hands through his dark tresses, mussed and a bit smelly from all the activity, but you love it all the same. as his breath begins to peter out into a slower, more even rhythm, your own breath begins to sync as you all but melt into the mattress under his comforting weight. "love you, too," you mutter before slipping off into sleep once more, satisfied, warm, and sated in the arms of the man you love most.

[evilgwrl]

TF 141 x Reader (Apocalypse!AU)

Immune: Eight

WARNING: This is a 18+ Poly!141 series (MDNI)

CW: Riding, unprotected sex, titty sucking, groping, Ghost being a stalker + his perspective

Taglist: @beebeechaos @h3art3at3rr @johannxseb @cndy-l0v3 @nylluns @pomegranategum @tapioca-marzipan

Masterlist

Glass panes fogged over, the abyss surrounding you long forgotten through the rusted panes, your reflection like static as your hips ground down against a plush belly, curls of pubic hair wisping up as they tickled against your pelvis.

Sweat dripped from your pores, leaking down the backs of your thighs, trapping themselves amongst the aperture of your knees. The Scotsman was everywhere, tummy practically bulging with his member as you whined out every time you bounced onto him, cock kissing your bruised cervix as a grunt left his lips.

Soap’s eyes were curled up towards your breasts, occasionally glancing over your fucked-out face as you cooed sweetly into the air. Veined hands ruggedly found your tits, squeezing the flesh in his palms as he lapped in every movement caused by the collision of your pussy sinking down on him.

“F’cken milking me bonnie, keep going jus like that,” He spat into the open air, his pupils blown with lust as he watched you. Your lips tucked in between your teeth, metallic spilling into your mouth as you bit back a squeal, head rolling back desperately as your thrusts grew sloppier.

“Dinnae tell me ye’ getting tired, lass.”

You barked out a, “Shut up,” hand slapping against his chest as you raised your hips once more, the squelch of your wetness filling the blank walls, bouncing from timber to window as you whined, thighs burning. Soap cocked out a laugh, now gripping at your hips, groping the fat as he thrust his hips up, meeting your slowed movements.

His length was fathomlessly stroking your walls, eyes cavernous as he watched your face contort up, squeals singing from your throat as he began to take over, cock ramming inside you with an insatiable vigour as your hands fell beside his head, tits hanging low against his face as he fucked up into you.

Scorched skin found his mouth as he licked against your breast, the saltiness of your sweat spurring him on as he grazed against a nipple, tongue wrapping around it as his hands gripped your waist. As Soap continued, you wailed out an expletive, practically choking on the dust that littered the room.

“That’s it, love, fuck – so fucking tight, ain’ ya? Jesus-“

His mouth was filthy, only pulling away from your chest to spit out praise as your walls milked him. Your neck was littered with sweat, hairs clawing against the skin as you held yourself in place, taking every thrust he gave you. Heavy hands slapped at your ass, keeping it apart as he set his bruising pace, balls crudely grazing against the flesh.

“Fuck – Johnny, too deep – I can’t.”

“Ye can f’cken take it,” he grunted, his pace somehow growing faster as you screamed out obnoxiously, pleasure wracking through you. Your body was on fire, veins gushing with pure arousal as your cunt squelched around him, every hair on your body raised as your skin prickled under his touch.

Your legs were weak, shaking mercilessly as the Sergeant held you in place, orgasm bracing you as your stomach tightened, incoherent babble ludicrously scorching through the air as you gripped onto his shoulder blades, a cocky smile across Soap’s face as he fucked you through an orgasm, pussy milking his member before he stuttered out a deep thrust, holding your thighs as he flipped you over.

You whined at the overstimulation against your g-spot, tears breaking the surface as your legs continued convulsing before he pulled out, hot spurts of ivory ceasing against your plush tummy, pants wracking through the both of you as you collapsed.

Your lashes fluttered around subtle light as you felt Soap moving against you, dampness hitting your stomach before prickly cotton engulfed you.

Arrogant gold hues crept up through the slumber of the night, tenacious stars clawing at the midnight of the sky, the early settlers of birds cawing out to the living dead in a mocking manner before settling in the depth of the trees, out of reach to groping, rotting hands.  

Silk weaved between the trees, dew settling between the earth and the branches they clung from before soaking into the dirt, the stench of the morning stalling across the forest. Heavy footsteps thudded against the floor, the indents between large boots stunk of mud and broken sticks as leaden hands grabbed at spider webs, tearing them apart between sudden movements.

A hoarse grumble left the man’s throat as he trenched through the woodlands, the soft bristle of the wind whistling against the thick, black cotton of his mask, eyes salty with sleep. It wasn’t unusual for Ghost to never sleep past sunrise, his body achingly creaky from the distant memories of military life, fists slamming against punching bags whilst others were only just settling down to sleep.

A rugged scar ran across his lip, the faded colour a shimmering pearl under the morning light as he pulled the balaclava down. Even alone, during the apocalypse, the eeriness of vulnerability sank into his stomach as he took in a deep breath before pulling it up again.

Thick fingers gripped around carbon steel, the head of the sniper inches away from the forest floor as the Lieutenant crept through, almost unhidden by the woodland creatures, the occasional squirrel popping its head out before flustering away into its burrow once more.

Thick thighs held their ground, buried in the bushes, the occasional snag of a thorn rustling throughout before the silenced sound of a gun went off, a gentle flurry of birds scattering around before quietude muzzled the wood surrounding him.

He worked best alone and used to never rely on anyone, no matter the stage of his life. The task force became a second home, a cold place that was only warmed by the familiar faces he worked with. His body ached with every movement, the remnants of past wounds only seeming to heighten when he began to forget about them. It was an alarm that gunned through his head, working at the speed of light through his spinal cord to remind him that he would never escape his work.

No matter where, no matter how, it would always stay with him. Sometimes Simon wished for death, the peacefulness of nothing welcoming him like a hot bath, skinning the flesh from his bones in a chamber of perdition.

Blood stained his padded hands, soft speckles of the afterlife draining from the deer’s eyes step by step as he trekked back to the farmhouse. There was a soft patter of rain that littered across the sky, the crops thriving amongst muddy soil, fertilising amongst burrowing grubs and worms.

Your eyes met the door, staring down at his damp figure, the gruelling emphasis of nature splattered among the subtle tears in his clothes and weaves of silken strings displaced on the dark clothing. You peered down at the carcass in his hand, offering him a polite small.

“Thank you,” you murmured, the morning air still shivering across the walls as you adjusted to not making as much noise. After all, you didn’t live alone anymore.

Ghost was unsure of you. He watched you a lot, umber shades shelling over with an unknown feeling. He took in the way your spine creaked through the skin of your back when you bent over or the way your lids would crease over as you laughed. He noticed the way you looked down when you didn’t want to answer a certain question and he could hear from the crack in your voice when you reached your peak, sweaty body writing under anyone, anyone but him, as you clenched around them.

Maybe it was jealousy. Jealous that you found this place, you got to make a life for yourself and earn potential freedom, a rarity that he was unsure he would ever have. Jealous of the fact that he watched you first, eyes glazing over you weeks ago in a town hours away, muscles soaked in salty residue, thighs burnt out from the relentless biking.

Jealous that he didn’t get to sink his teeth into you the night he walked in on you, pussy pathetically gushing around nothing as you attempted to shelter your moans, his cock aching with a demand for release as he stalked back into his room, rutting into Johnny’s mouth.

The deer fell on the kitchen counter, your bodies in close perimeter as he gaped at you. His voice was rugged, holding a girthy tone of citrus to it with every syllable he pronounced.

“You gonna show me how to be a man around here or you just gonna fuck m’ with your eyes?”

[celisths]

you’re being quiet…. weird. 18+

starring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro

warnings: explicit, suggestive, 18+

a/n: i didn't do all my usual boys for this bcs i don't know how much you guys will like this since this is my first time writing something like this, but if you like it and want more pls lmk!!

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Satoru Gojo

~this poor man was be so insecure

~he wouldn't say anything in the moment, not wanting to make things more awkward

~but afterwards, while you lay with your head on his chest, he couldn't help but speak up

~"did i... not make you feel good?" he would as quietly, almost bashfully, silently praying you would scream no

~and frankly, you almost did! you couldn't bare the shameful look on his face, looking like a kicked puppy

~as soon as you denied his accusation, his shoulders went slack as he let out a deep breath he didn't realise he was holding

~"why the heck were you so quiet then!?" he would whine, pulling you close against his chest with a big, childish pout on his glossy lips

Suguru Geto

~suguru would be more confused than concerned.

~i mean, it would really depend on the kind of sex you two are having. if its sloppy, lust drunk, sex after a while of not seeing each-other then you best believe sugu is way too pussy drunk to realise whether or not you're making noise.

~but if its slow, love-making and you're quiet? oh yeah, suguru is confused.

~he would whisper in your ear, "babygirl? thrust, why're you so quiet?", nipping on your earlobe with his sharp teeth

~you couldn't keep up the facade much longer- truthfully, you were being quiet because you thought your loudness would bother him.

~but when he deliberately bullied your poor g spot with his cock, you couldn't hold back wails and whines

~"atta girl..."

Kento Nanami

~Kento would probably discuss it with you the next morning, over coffee and a delicious breakfast he prepared for the two of you

~he would be sat across from you, nervously picking at the scrambled eggs on his plate as he wondered what the best way to word his next question would be

~"sweetheart, can we talk about last night...?" his voice would be totally level, but his blue eyes looking anywhere but you're face would give him away

~"you were very... quiet. was i displeasing, my love?" oh how nervous ken would be for your answer, his worst nightmare was not being good enough to those he loved

~as soon as you reassured him, a smile creeped its way onto his lips. reaching over the table and grabbing your hand to press a gentle kiss on your knuckles

~kento had never been more relieved

Choso Kamo

~this poor boy would stop mid sex

~he would look into your confused eyes with his own concerned ones "my love, whats wrong??"

~he would be checking you for any signs of discomfort on or around you before you could even reply. as soon as you denied anything being wrong, his little frown would deepen.

~"but... you were so quiet.." he would be very confused at this concept, every other time you two had sex you would be loud and whiney, why was this time different?

~"i just wanted to enjoy the moment with out my annoying moa-" but you were cut off by your sweet, sweet boy slipping his cock back into your pussy.

~"no... wanna hear you baby, please..." and god, how could anyone say no to that cute little voice?

Toji Fushiguro

~as soon as toji notices that you're not making any- nah, holding back your pretty noises he doubled his efforts

~you really think toji fushiguro is going to let you get away with being quiet? hahahaha

~he would thrust his cock a little deeper, his fat head massaging your g spot perfectly

~when you still didn't give in, he got just a little pissed.

~"trying to stay fuckin' quiet?" his thumb started toying with your swollen clit, lips clasping around one of your nipples. he was determined to break you

~a wicked grin split across his lips when he heard your little whines, and hums, turn into wails and incoherent babbling

~"what i fuckin' thought..."

credits to @saradika-graphics for banners

[porcalinecunt]

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 . . .

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) no plot, just riding jean into tomorrow ! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — ftm!reader. porn w/o plot. cowgirl position alllll the way. breeding. size kink. vanilla to rough sex. scratching. mentions of impregnation.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : jean come back the kids miss you! (つω`｡)

“ah..hah, Jean…” 

everything looked blurry, probably from the tears that flooded your eyes and soaked your hot cheeks. but none of it mattered, you were only focused on the burning pleasure that stirred in the pit of your stomach as you rode your boyfriend with a furocity you couldn’t communicate through words alone. yet, he knew you well enough. 

your fingers curled around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin hard enough to surely leave marks. the stinging pain of it must’ve already settled in, obvious from jean’s soft hiss that spilled through his teeth. a low groan followed, the sound going straight to your stuffed cunny, arousing you even more. as if his size wasn’t enough of a reason to instantly hop on him the moment the both of you stumbled through the bedroom door with your hand down his pants. he was unbelievably big, enough to kiss your cervix from sitting on the damn thing. 

here you were, rolling your hips like a madman, desperate for your orgasm. you leaned forward, now hanging onto the headboard which was crashing against the wall obnoxiously. the both of you definitely owed the neighbors an apology, but you were too lost in the pleasure to give a single damn about anything else. “slow down, baby. no need to rush..” 

Jean spoke in a hushed tone, only held back by a moan. you ignored his words, quickening your pace which only made the man below you fall into pure ecstasy. contradicting himself, he grabbed your hips and squeezed the soft flesh before forcing your movements to a halt. through a hazed vision, you watched him lift your hips to the point of nearly pulling out, only to be pushed back down in a sharp and sudden movement. a yelp forced itself out of your jugular, almost sounding like a scream. “Jeannn! F-fuck!” 

a sudden wave of pleasure crawled through your stomach as your boyfriend wrapped his large arms around your waist, holding you in place as he fucked upwards at a pace you couldn’t mimic yourself. Jean was pushed over the edge, it was only fair that he reciprocated your greediness. wrapping your arms around his head, you squirmed and wailed as you felt your legs grow more and more numb. incoherent nonsense was all he could hear, fueling his libedo and driving his hips against yours. “stop fucking squirmin’..you can take it–shit!” 

the sound of skin slapping and his cock pistoning in ‘n out of your sopping cunt pushed you over the edge, the familiar knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment. “Jean..! Baby..! S-so close..!” you sobbed, clenching around Jean’s girth as your body convulsed and twitched. as your orgasm came closer and closer, you held onto his body for dear fucking life. moans became silent, breathy screams as his cock twitched inside of you. 

“atta boy, gonna take my load…right? fuckin’ fill you up with my kids? yeah..you fuckin’ want it.” 

he rasped with a shit eating grin you grew to love, pulling you into a sloppy and messy kiss. tongue and teeth clashed, jean nipped away at your bottom lip only to shove his tongue down your throat. he didn’t allow a word in, not until the knot finally snapped, hurling you into an intense euphoria as you coated his cock with cum. unable to scream, you dug your nails into the skin on his back, clawing until you’re sure he drew blood. even after a painfully drawn out orgasm. jean still wasn’t done with you, as he continued to fuck your cum stuffed pussy in a desperate attempt to reach his own orgasm. he watched as your eyes widened from the overstimulation, chuckling at your naively shocked reaction. “What?” he groaned, pulling your chin to face him. 

“warned ya i’d knock you up, didn’t i, baby?”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[hyunsvngs]

no thoughts, just sex with jisung in the recording booth

pushing him against the wall and sucking him dry before he tries to fuck you against the wall but fails miserably and you end up just fucking on the floor

i personally have thoughts on this

"baby, baby, i gotta- i gotta record this, my baby," jisung's babbling, complaining at the way you've got him pushed against the wall of the studio, but he's still pushing his trousers down. his boxers go with them, sliding down lithe thighs and revealing his thick, hard cock. "i gotta record this, you can't."

he's still stroking his cock in front of your face though, exposing the head beneath his foreskin, and you giggle. he whimpers when you engulf the head of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around like it's a damn lollipop. his hands fly back to the wall, blunt fingernails digging into the paint. satisfied, you reach your hand up to cup his balls, just softly rubbing your thumb over them and he positively wails. your baby's sensitive.

"baby, baby, i really gotta-" jisung cuts himself off with his own moan, loud and keening through the studio. you're glad it's soundproofed. he lifts his hoodie up with his hands, clutching the fabric in his palms so he can see the way you're bobbing your head on his cock ruthlessly. your eyes lock with his, and he realises that he's gonna cum embarrassingly quickly. "'m gonna blow! baby, i'm gonna fuckin' blow, please, please, let me-"

you pull off, using your fist to stroke his now-slick cock. the noises reverberate around the room and he's still whining, teeth gritted, toes curling in his socks and thighs tensing and untensing in front of you. "let you do what, sungie? tell me. tell mommy, yeah?"

you're pretty sure jisung screams in response to you using that title. it's incoherent, high pitched and extremely loud, the noise he makes, but you smile anyway as if you understood. his legs are shaking and so is his bottom lip, a pout present on his face and accompanied by teary, round eyes beneath his floppy hair.

"i gotta fuck you, please! please, please, don't wanna cum in your mouth, not here, wanna- wanna fill you up and watch it drip out, oh my god, please. mommy!"

"c'mere then, baby," you huff as if it's an inconvenience. in reality, you've gotten exactly what you want, and you lay on the floor to wiggle your joggers down your legs. the movement shows him how you arrived sans underwear for him, and he keens. he immediately darts to the floor, head moving to the crook of your neck.

"gotta- gotta, gotta, i gotta, i g'ta, mommy, i'm pushing in, 'kay?" he's drooling already, cockhead barely breaching your entrance, but he always drools when he's desperate like this. you let him push his cock past your folds, thick and drippy beneath his foreskin, and he's immediately rutting into you at an unbelievable pace. "hnnnfgg, oh my god, oh my god."

"that's it, b-baby, my boy, good boy," you coo, stuttering through your own pleasure, and he gasps wetly into your skin. he's so fucking cute. "fuck mommy's pussy just like that, that's it."

[mattybbernard]

Mini Me (Matt Sturniolo)

Pairing: BoyDad!Matt x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Matt’s turn for baby duty

Warning: Crying, swearing, pure tooth rotting fluff, random ass baby name from a generator, unedited.

A/N: IM BAAACCK! I’m sorry this is so insanely short but my life has kinda been a bit of a shit show. Anyway, enjoy whatever this is!

“He’s a screamer.” Was one of the first thing your doctor said when you had birthed your son, and he wasn’t lying.

Matt would have preferred the screaming and crying his son made the second he he came into the world, over his current wailing. Your and Matt’s son had been born barely 72 hours ago, had been home for less than 48, and he was already the clingiest and most dramatic thing Matt’s ever seen. Grayson couldn’t be out of his mothers or fathers arms for more than a second before he started screaming bloody murder, and tonight was no different.

You and Matt awoke to the desperate cries of your son around midnight, both of you exhausted and confused from lack of sleep and the excitement of the last few days.

“Hungry? S’he hungry?” Matt slurred in his half asleep state.

“Shouldn’t be. I fed him an hour ago.” You groaned against your pillow.

“I got’em baby, go back to bed.” Matt yawned as he got up sluggishly.

You mumbled out and incoherent, thank you, before installing falling back asleep.

“Shh. What’s the matter with you, kid?” Matt asked his newborn, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “You shit yourself again?” He lifted the baby out of his crib and sniffed his butt. “Still fresh.” He muttered to himself. “What are you bitchin about?”

Grayson kept crying as Matt shushed, bounced, cooed, and rocked his son, but to no avail. Matt exited his room with the tiny baby against his chest, he walked into the kitchen to grab a water for himself before he started heating up a bottle.

“I know your mom said you just ate, but you like being difficult, don’t you?” Matt muttered to his baby who had begun to calm down, but was still letting out the odd cry.

When the bottle had heated through completely, Matt picked it up with his free hand and began to make his way to the couch. Once he had placed both his water and Graysons bottle on the coffee table, he sat down, his son still sniffling against his chest as he held him there with his left arm.

Once he was in a comfortable position he moved Grayson around in his arms and picked up the bottle, offering it to the newborn.

“Here you go big man.” Matt said as he brought the bottle to his sons lips, but Grayson refused and slapped it out of Matt’s tired hands. “Wow. Message received.” Matt chuckled and picked up the bottle, placing it back on the table.

Matt laid back on the couch, balancing the baby on his chest as he caressed his soft skin. “You done throwing stuff, tuff guy?” He asked his son. Matt loved talking to kids like they were fully grown and could understand what he was saying, even though he knew they couldn’t. “That’s what your mom calls you, tuff guy. She says you’re like me. My mini me.”

Matt’s little boy was barely three days old, but he already felt so connected to the little guy. He had never felt this happy, nor this terrified. He didn’t want to mess up. He loved you and his little boy so much. After all, he is his mini me.