#the lusty men

[rain-drenched-streets]

"We can be friends" "I haven't got so many friends. I could do with one more." The Lusty Men (1952)

[rogersandclarke]

hi! i was tagged by @columbosunday @csny @fortheturnstiles @senso1954 to post my 9 favorite first watches of the year. i'm going to post 9 movies that i didn't include in this post: https://rogersandclarke.tumblr.com/post/737796523609440256/all-my-2023-favorites

since this is a few days late i won't formally tag anyone, but will informally u guys should make these & tag me if you do so i can see your beautiful movies :)

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Best Robert Mitchum movies and performances:

1. Out of the Past - Jacques Tourneur (1947)

2. The Night of the Hunter - Charles Laughton (1955)

3. Cape Fear - J. Lee Thompson (1962)

4. The Lusty Men - Nicholas Ray (1952)

[theakandrewscollection]

The Lusty Men (movie posters, 1952)

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[signodocaos]

Paixão de Bravo (The Lusty Men, 1952, Nicholas Ray)

[atalanta-asthevictor]

Ughghfhdjsj i need to keep reading the decameron and finish it before i get back to school but the MISOGYNY in this thing???? Fucking unbearable

[xazse]

I don’t know if you’re into it but liiikkkeee cow!hybrid reader x bull!hybrid jjk men or just any one of them! she’s a heifer ready for milking and breeding and the bulls have been reaaaally itching to get their hands on the only cow in the farm. like what if she tried going through the gaps in the fences chasing a butterfly or something and got stuck, left vulnerable to the bulls…. HQHSJWJNE I’m so mentally unwell I NEED FARM SEX

INTRESTED?

Synopsis: Being ignored isn’t something you like so why not disobey your owner altogether?

Notes: Oh wow this… this is true peak I love this. I took a different route with this! I still hope you enjoy it. If you still want me to do a version exactly like yours send me an inbox! No harm done

Pairings: BullHybrid!Toji x BullHybrid!Suguru x CowHybrid!Reader

Warnings: Hybrids + smut + bigboobed!Reader + milking + lactation + fem!reader + shy!VirginReader + implied chubby!reader + squirting + blowjobs + lots of typos sorry! + surprise at the end<34

PT2: HERE

I can imagine farmer!Gojo allowing you free roam of the farm as long as you stay away from the bulls that’s the only thing he takes seriously. He expects such a ditzy thing like you to listen and obey this one simple rule.

Farmer!Gojo has been extremely busy tending to the other animals on the farm that he completely neglects to milk you, even when you come to him whining that your boobs hurt he really can’t offer the time, even if you emphasize how heavy they feel, that you can’t milk them yourself.

In retaliation or at least to get some of the attention off the other animals you start wandering near where the bull!hybrids reside. You can see them but they can’t see you and damn are they big, they look ruff with messy faces that look like Gojo has been putting them to work.

BullHybrid!Toji is the first to spot you peering at them, he alerts BullHybrid!Suguru to check out the little cow seemingly lost.

Toji clicks his tongue to get your attention, you perk up, oh he’s got you now. He quietly ushers you to come closer. Suguru watches on as you do start taking little steps towards them, you look on alert: so Satoru has been spreading lies about them. That just won’t do, you need to come closer so they can clear their name!

You’re only a few big steps away from them, you won’t get any closer than this.

Suguru takes a minute to admire you, he hated Satoru for constantly keeping you locked up in your area, only he himself was allowed to see you. Even when he and Toji practically begged to meet you all answers were instantly met with a no. So getting to see you up close makes him excited.

Toji thinks you’re cute but far too innocent looking, you need to ruined and rebuilt what better man to do that than himself.

“Tits are a little full don’t you think?” Tojis the one who bluntly says that out loud. Suguru hadn’t looked but when he does they really do look full and heavy, it looks almost painful: poor poor thing.

“Want some help with em? I know you do.”

“Cmere, Satoru clearly hasn’t been doing his job too busy messing with the other female hybrids”

You feel a twinge of jealously at that statement but wanting to get back at Satoru outweighs that by a ton, so you step closer and take Suguru’s open hand whilst Toji puts his hand on the small of your back and lead you to their cabin.

You’re not sure who slips off your tank-top all you can feel and think about is big hands running all over your body, much larger and thicker than Satoru’s delicate hands. You do know that Toji is prying your thighs apart and filting himself in between them, those little shorts that leave too much of your pudgy ass and thighs leaking out immediately come off. Suguru takes your hand and has you feel up his cock, you’re damn near frightened at the size of the bull. His eyes look so lusty as they bore into yours, he knows he won’t get to have your cunt today so he’ll settle for your mouth.

Toji takes off your too tight shorts that show off the pudge of your ass and the thickness of your thighs, he takes the panties off as well, a moment of solace passes through as he stares at your glistening cunt, he’s waited far too long for this, too many attempts with Satoru at getting the chance to meet you and way too many no’s.

Toji is the reason you aren’t allowed near them, the day you got here he couldn’t stop staring, the next week he couldn’t stop staring it got to a point where ever cautious Satoru started only allowing you to roam the front, never the back. He prods at your sticky cunt with his tip, nudging your clit that elicits a soft moan out of you.

Everytime he touches your hole it’s already trying to suck him in, you’re a greedy one he can already tell. And he isn’t one to not let you have it, he can acknowledge that you won’t be able to fully take him without hours of prep so he’ll only give you a little past the tip. When he begins pushing inside he already feels how hot and warm you are.

You gasp when you feel him, your needy little body trying to explore that bit of pleasure from the stretch. He spreads your legs further holding them down on either side of you. Suguru taps the tip of his cock on your pretty lips, signaling for you to open them, you obediently listen and begin sucking the pre off.

“Fuck.. just like that..” he groans, his pretty black hair cascades around his body so beautifully, why was Satoru keeping such men away from you?

Suguru grabs a your boob and squeezes it rather hardly, a spurt of milk leaks out enticing him to do it again, a sigh of relief can be heard slipping calmly from you.

In a whiny tone you urge Suguru to keep doing that, it feels really good.

Toji is using all his restraint not to filt himself to be balls deep in your pussy, the creamy feeling of him only being able to push in a certain amount and pull away is driving him crazy, but he isn’t going to stop in fear that this will be over too soon, no they’re going to savor this and savor you.

Toji leans down and takes the other boob not occupied in his mouth, sliding the honeyed taste all over his tastebuds.

“Ah-mnnhh..” you push his head deeper, coaxing him to drink you till your dry. The other bull is making sure you’re paying extra attention to his sensitive slit, making sure you’re lapping up every drop that comes out.

Toji leaning down has his chest sometimes bumping against your little sloppy clit, it pushes you over, a loud yelp rippling through the air as you squirt just a little, that clearly won’t do! They’re sure they can pull even more from you, it seems you’ll be here for a while :(.

BOUNS:

When you come back to the main house with a shirt that isn’t yours, smelling like sweat and sex Satoru is fucking livid. He gave you simple orders to not mess with those bulls and you choose to disobey? He’s also baffled that his sweet girl would do something like that, he thought you were better than that.

“Toru, I had been asking you for over a week to help me!”

Attitude? Raising your voice at him? Who the hell are you and what have you done with his girl?

You move past Satoru and go to your shared bedroom, his breath hitches in his throat when you come out dragging the cover and a pillow and head towards the spare room.

“I-“ he attempts to get a word out before the door is slammed right in his face.

[54625]

And we thought QueerSMP was bad. Realm actually stands for Really Erotic And Lusty Men

[supermen-with-black-hair]

Dude, if you’re gonna post Mario Hervas, why don’t you say Mario Hervas?!?

ماريو ارواس

[kpoplustzone]

Fucked like a Queen - IU smut Part 1

IU X OC SMUT

TAG WARNING: MATURE, SMUT, DOGGYSTYLE, QUICKY

IU is known for her beautiful vocals and gentle personality; more than that, she is also one of the dream girls of countless young men around the world. her sexy hot figure, those toned thighs, and perky tits. countless people fap at her pictures and videos, and she was completely aware of it too. She consciously lowers her dress or slightly teases everyone around her by wearing braless or tight skirts showing her hourglass figure. 

She walked along backstage after completing her concert, and her whole body felt excited. She could feel the lusty gazes from the male fans when they ogled her body. She would purposefully bend down, giving them a glance at her boobs, or jump up and down in front of them so they could catch a glimpse of her toned thighs or her perfect ass. The feeling that they could only see her teasing them until they were crazy but could never have her sent tremors through her body, and she could feel her pussy leaking already.

She could feel her pussy leaking and dripping along her thighs, and she rubbed her thighs together as she was wearing a short white skirt showing her full white thighs. She could feel eyes on her ass behind her of the bodyguards who were protecting her. She swayed her ass some more so that they could have an eye full of her shapely ass. 

The thought that they could only look at her perfect ass and perky tits but could never touch or fondle them made them go crazy too. She increased her speed so that she could have some alone time. She was too aroused to handle it anymore. Everyone working for her knew that IU always spent some time alone in her dressing room after the concert, but not for the reasons they thought. Her manager and stylists thought that she wanted to analyze her performance after the concert, but what the queen of K-pop was doing with her alone time was fingering her pussy until she squirted all over the floor.

She closed the door of her dressing room, walked towards the mirror, and slowly looked at herself. The scenes where the men in the crowd were filming her in every possible way, even trying to film her upskirt pics or frantic clicks when she bent down, giving them enough to go crazy, made her let out a moan. She slowly raised her hands and slid down her one-piece dress along her fair shoulder, and soon her perky bare breasts reflected on the mirror. 

IU slowly started kneading her full breasts, and just a slight touch of her stone-hard nipples made her shiver in pleasure. She knew she was not big like other idols, but it was not small either. It was definitely a handful, and the big pink sensitive nipples made it more perky and beautiful. She glanced down and slowly traced along her abs, trembling at the slight contact all the way to her black shorts. She could feel the wetness seeping through and slowly flowing down her inner thigh. 

IU rubbed along her pussy walls and moaned as the sensation passed through her whole body. She closed her eyes and started rubbing faster as her hip buckled because of the amount of pleasure shooting through her body. She wanted someone to fill her, ravage her, and make her utterly helpless. Her hands started getting faster and faster, and she could feel her body moving towards the edge. Her body craved release, and she was definitely close to it, but the moment her body was about to release, a strong, rough hand pinched her both hands and raised them above her head, and in one swift motion, her shorts were pulled down, exposing her dripping wet cunt.

She opened her eyes in panic, and several thoughts passed through her mind. Before IU could turn around and see who it was that stopped her, something big and thick entered her pussy from behind. Her whole body trembled from pleasure, her toes curled up, and she let out a huge moan.

The thing started moving slowly inside her, filling her to the extreme. She slowly opened her eyes and looked in the mirror, and she saw the person standing behind her, slowly moving his hips and hitting her ass with each thrust, and his hand moved down, rubbing her clit filling her with such pleasure. She missed this for one week—this huge cock that had ravaged her many times before. She looked at the old man behind her with his grey hair and wrinkled face, but with every thrust from him, she forgot how old this person was. Her team knew him as her driver, but nobody knows that their idol was addicted to the huge cock of her driver. Her moans started getting louder and louder with each thrust. She threw her head back as he pulled back and gave her a huge thrust, filling her to the brim. His cock knew each and every pore inside her pussy, and each time he fucked her, her whole body trembled from pleasure. 

Kim looked at the Korean national idol who was moaning from his cock. She had her eyes closed, and with each thrust, she moaned, and this was music to his ears. He has had numerous women, but this woman was different, and he was not able to believe even now that the great IU would be jumping up and down on his cock. He could feel her insides clutching on to his dick. She was close, and all he had to do was give her a little push. Kim grabbed her soft, fair hips and started thrusting with more speed. 

Her whole body trembled as the dick inside her started reaching her deep inside her pussy. With each thrust, she could feel her orgasm coming. one more thrust, and her whole body trembled, and she let out a huge cry, and her knees buckled. Kim pulled out his cock and watched the idol collapsing in front of him in pleasure as she shivered and squirted all over the floor.

This happened every time he fucked her, as she had a very sensitive body, and he could even make her cum just by rubbing her nipples when she was aroused. He just stood there, pointing his hard, thick cock as she got her bearings back. 

IU panted as she squirted and finally looked back at the man behind her. She slowly got on her knees and crawled towards his huge dick. It still amazed her how perfect and thick it was. She slowly raised her hand and started caressing it all the way from the bottom to the huge red tip. 

Her small hands could never completely hold it as she stroked him, trying to give back the pleasure she just received. IU slowly moved forward and put the tip of the cock in her mouth. The gorgeous and graceful Iu was on her all fours licking and sucking the cock of her driver, who was twice her age. Her head never stopped as she bobbed her head up and down even faster, trying to squeeze every drop inside him. 

Kim looked at the scene in front of him and swallowed hard. He could never get enough of it. He never thought that he could get so lucky. Iu slowly looked up and stared straight at him as she deep-mouthed his cock. She took it out of her mouth, and Kim could even see the drool attached to her mouth to his dick. She felt this was not enough as she lifted his cock and slowly lifted his balls with her pink tongue. 

Kim slowly took out his phone and opened his camera as he filmed her licking his balls while his big cock rested on her face, completely covering her face. She gave him a smile and started licking the tip of the cock and running her tongue along the bottom. 

IU bobbed her head even faster as she felt him tightening up. She knew he was close, and she moved her head faster. Finally, Kim could not hold on and gripped her head as he trusted her, hitting her walls. He groaned and started shooting everything he saved in his balls inside her pretty mouth. 

I felt a strong hand gripping her head and suddenly pulling her all the way to the balls, and her eyes widened as a huge amount of thick load shot inside her mouth. She was never a big fan of blowjobs, but now she went crazy for it. 

Kim finally let go and sat down, looking at the stunning woman in front of him, looking at him with her mouth closed and struggling to not waste any of his load. He saw her swallowing and then opening her mouth, showing she had swallowed everything.

IU looked at the man sitting in front of her and the big dick dangling between his legs. She licked her lips at the wet cock and cum dripping from it. She slowly reached it and stroked it, slowly finally lowering her head, sucking the remaining cum inside, and cleaning the cock with a few more licks. 

Kim looked at the bare, beautiful figure in front of him. She had her beautiful black hair, which was now in a mess. Her whole body was flushed red. He could still see her pussy dripping. her shapely hips, beautiful long legs, and her smile with genuine satisfaction etched on her face.

IU looked up and spoke to him, licking her lips.

"Welcome back, Ajhussi, I missed your cock when you visited your wife and children. Now you have to fuck me every time I see you. No more holidays for you."

Kim could only laugh and thank all the gods and his big cock for this huge luck.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

something about composed and/or cocky men being turned into whiny debauched babies the second you touch them sexually.

not even touch them, just by shooting a lusty glance their way and watching them get all blushy and rub their thighs together as their cock stiffens or their pussy dampens.

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nanami kento, leon kennedy, roronoa zoro, red haired shanks, satoru gojo, megumi fushiguro, sasuke uchiha, kakashi hatake, anime iruka umino

[yoonmetogether]

Kim Namjoon Oneshot

pairing: book worm!Namjoon x librarian!fem!reader, feat. yoonjin genre: one-shot, strangers-to-lovers warnings: clumsy namjoon, mentions of accidentally hurting himself, tiny bit of angst, smut, exhibitionism (oops, i did it again), they fuck in a library, and a car, protected sex, mentions of oral (m. and f. receiving), utter filth wc: 2.8k minors dni

When you started working at your local public library, you never thought you would end up getting fucked in the corner of the archives room with a hand pressed over your mouth by the most beautiful, dorky, hot, and intellectual man you've ever met.

"Shh, Ms. Librarian, you’re too loud," his deep, lusty voice mutters from behind as he fucks up into you so meticulously that you can't help the pathetic sounds that escape the back of your throat. You live for the way his jeans hit your bare ass since he was too impatient and desperate to find a more private place to pull his cock out and plunge into you after only a couple of minutes of finger prep. That paired with the sound of the leather and metal dangling off of his waist is a sure-fire way of being heard. You lick his palm so he withdraws it and you can speak clearly.

"Tell that to your belt." He chuckles and uses his now free hand to yank off said noisemaker without falling off his rhythm. He folds it in half and rests it on your shoulder, the long loop bobbing next to your face and you tremble at the thought of him smacking you with it.

"Maybe if you bite down on it, it'll help keep you quiet. Or should I tie it around your hands so you don't knock down any books?"

"Says the clumsiest man on the planet."

Namjoon has been known to knock down his fair share of books, too busy pulling them off the shelves in excitement for finding his next read, just to pile them on the floor next to him, forget that it's there, and trip over it on his way to check out what he'd been looking for. The interaction that catapulted your relationship was when you walked by his table covered in books of various subjects and you caught his uncapped water bottle just as his hand bumped into it. You scolded him in a hushed tone, and he looked guilty at first but a gradual smile appeared on his face the more you gave him what for.

When you clocked out that night, you walked by him waiting outside for you on your way to your car. He apologized again for almost ruining the books, told you that you could scold him as much as you wanted to, and then offered to take you out to dinner. You found yourself getting fucked in your own backseat with his wrist twisted and giant hand pressed onto your mouth to cover your screams before you even got the chance to remember that you don’t fuck on the first date, definitely not prior to. But you were the one who kissed him first because you couldn’t resist his dimpled smile, stupid deep voice, and subtle but sexy ass wink. Not to mention your insane attraction you’ve had towards him ever since he first talked to you, asking for your help finding a certain book about Nietzche’s philosophy and almost dropping it on your foot after you handed it to him. Furthermore, you have a crazy thing for men who read, and the way he goes through intense, complex books about philosophy and gender studies and the occasional graphic novel tells you that he’s got a big huge brain and you want to spend your whole life figuring out all that goes on in there.

After messily but gloriously eating you out while staring directly into your soul, squatted down uncomfortably in the tight space between the front and back seats, he fucked you erratically, making you come with your hands hanging onto the door handle and top of the seat for dear life. When the windows were nice and steamed up, he kissed you and wiped sweat off your face with the hem of his shirt. Hovering on one knee over you with a hand pressed on the door above you because he’s too damn tall to stand straight without bumping his head on the roof (which he did a couple of times and only smiled when you laughed and brushed your fingers over the top of his scalp to make sure he didn’t grow any cartoonish lumps), he jerked himself until he spilled into the condom that you dug out of your glove compartment, tore it off and tied it up to dispose of in the makeshift trash bag you hang off of your gear shift. He sat next to you with a heavy plop, pulled your arm to tug you into his lap, and you both laughed when you bumped foreheads on your way to shove tongues into each other’s mouths. With a hand brushing your hair back and his lips kissing your temple, he finally asked you where you wanted to eat and after you decided on a place, you enquired which car you should take. You became so endeared when he blushed and ducked his head sheepishly as he informed you that he doesn’t have his license and his bike is locked up in front of the library. You kissed his cheek with a smile and told him that it’s nice he doesn’t drive, that you appreciate how he’s one of too few who doesn’t contribute to the growing hole in the ozone. He kissed you gratefully and rested his hand over yours on the gear shift when you drove to a hot pot restaurant. He told you he’s forbidden by his best friend and roommate Yoongi to set foot into any establishment that requires food to be grilled on the table. You’d been craving hot pot all week so you instructed that he would just have to keep his hands to himself and he did so with a pleased grin on his face while you cooked the meat and waved him away when he tried to reach across the heat for a side of bean sprouts. He stared at you with soft eyes as you took over, happily placing meat, rice and banchan in his bowl.

Later, you ended up meeting his roommate who looked on in horror when Namjoon handed him a bag of takeout he brought back home for him and Yoongi rushed over to inspect his hands for any burns. You held up your own in mock surrender when he glared at you and recounted the trauma he experienced when one time Namjoon put his bare fucking fingers right on the hot bars of the grill and had to be rushed to the hospital. Yoongi had to change his bandages for two weeks, grumbled like he was annoyed each time, but he was always the one to do it, even when his boyfriend Seokjin came over and offered as he became one to bring them groceries since the two goofs would rather order-in then go to the market, even though that was hardly in their budget. But Namjoon’s just too busy reading and writing and grading papers for the philosophy class he TA’s for at the esteemed university uptown. Yoongi, meanwhile, is far too preoccupied with composing soundtrack music for some Indie films, hoping to one day get on Hans Zimmer’s level.

You think he could, having gotten the opportunity to listen to some of it when you started coming over to their place after work almost every day since that first “date.” You hardly ever go home anymore, since all of Namjoon’s plants are in his living room and he can’t trust Yoongi alone with them. It took only three weeks of hanging out and cooking for them and Namjoon reading to you and fucking you in his room after he made sure that Yoongi had his noise-cancelling headphones on, for him to finally make things official.

Were things moving too fast? Yes. Did you end up falling for the man who was soft and articulate in the streets, but rough and ineloquent in the sheets harder than you’ve ever fallen for someone before? Double yes. But for once you aren’t scared by how easy Namjoon wedged his clumsy way into your life and became your favorite part of waking up every day, especially when it’s to his bare chest and bicep beneath you, even if he woke you up several times in the night with his snoring.

Sure, you’ve gotten into your fair share of fights with Namjoon when he’s forgotten dates purely because he was too entrenched in a book or overslept after pulling an all-nighter grading students’ theses and creating last minute lecture slides for the professor. And you’ve been at fault too when you get too busy with organizing events at the library and studying for your library science exams that you’d go a couple days without texting or calling him. He’d show up on your breaks with the biggest, cutest pout and do some scolding of his own, one time going so far as to guilt trip you wondering if the bonsai tree he gave you for your birthday was feeling neglected. That conversation ended with you asking if he wanted to just move in with all his plants so he could look after them all at once. And a week later, he did.

Yoongi was a bit too happy to help since once Namjoon moved out, Seokjin could move in, and not to mention the fact that he wouldn’t have to worry about him 24/7 anymore. He would still worry, of course, because his best friend is that much of a clutz, but he trusts you enough to make sure he doesn’t accidentally kill himself. When all of the boxes and plants were cast in unorganized, Namjoon fashion around your apartment, Yoongi shook your hand, wished you good luck with a lazy salute and scurried out, immediately calling up his boyfriend. You spent all night helping Namjoon unpack but only a few boxes of his things got put away when he wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear promises that he would make love to you all the time now that you lived together. He proved it then by taking you on your couch, now his, and fucked you until your throat was raw from screaming his name and being stuffed with his fat cock, crying until you were practically dehydrated.

It’s been almost two years now, but the spark is still there and you don’t think it’ll ever go out. And both of you put all the effort to keep it that way, finding new things to do, other libraries and museums to explore, nature walks and bike paths to take. Namjoon’s specialty is going out of his way to get his fill of you whenever you want it, getting more risky each and every time. And that’s how he came to fuck you at your job, in the middle of a goddamn work day, but in the archives where hardly anyone comes through.

“What do I have to do to get you to be quiet? You’re gonna get fired.” “This was your idea!”

“Yeah, but you were a little too excited when I brought it up, weren’t you?” He reaches around under your skirt to play with your clit and mouths behind your ear. You nod and visibly tremble.

“Why’s that? You’ve thought about it? About me coming in here and fucking the shit out of you in the place where it’s against the rules to make noise?”

“So what if I have?”

“Well, you still need to shut up.”

You sharply huff and dig your fingernails into the edge of the shelf when he holds onto your hips and begins ramming into you, slow and steady, bringing you close to your peak and you have to pull your lips in and squeeze your eyes shut to keep yourself quiet.

But they go wide with the rapid beating of your heart when the door on the opposite side of the room opens and you both freeze at the sound of footsteps.

“Shit,” you whisper in unison, and Namjoon steps forward to press his body entirely against yours, matching your stance to hide your legs.

Squished against the books, you watch him yank a random one off the shelf, glancing over his shoulder when the footsteps grow louder and you stifle a laugh when he opens it upside down and pretends to read, still buried deep inside you.

“That looks natural.”

“Shh.” 

You wait with bated breath as the footsteps come and go, thankfully not in your direction, and he sighs through his nostrils, fanning over the top of your head.

“It doesn’t go there,” you tell him when he shoves the book back in the wrong place.

“Fix it later,” he grumbles, momentarily pulling out of you so he can twirl you around by your shoulders, licks his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss your breath away. You hum over his tongue.

“Whoever that was might’ve thought you were fucking the books if they saw you,” you jokingly point out, tapering off into a moan when he thrusts back into you, picking up where he left off.

He peers down at you and shrugs. “Better than you getting fired.”

You raise your eyebrows at that. “Would you? Fuck books?” He coughs down a laugh.

“What do you take me for? I don’t love reading that much. How would someone even do that?”

“Dunno. Guys have figured out how to fuck weirder things.” “That is true. But I’d prefer to fuck you holding a book and reading to me or something. Not right now, though. C’mon, we better hurry up before someone else comes in.”

You laugh at the image of Namjoon fucking the life out of you while you try to read aloud one of his complex, big brain books. Maybe you’d try to quiz him after, see if he could use that big brain of his to focus on everything at once. But that’s another story for another day.

You slide your hands around his waist and down to squeeze at his clothed ass and he bucks into you with a grunt, ducking his head to lick over your neck and you remind him he can’t make bruises. He lifts your legs to wrap them around his waist, ruts up into you with haste and fervor, grinning the beautiful dimpled grin when you come with silent, shuddered cries covered once more by his soft palm. His hand’s so damn big it could hide the entire lower part of your face.

“There you go,” he whispers as he drives you through your orgasm. “Nice and quiet, Ms. Librarian.”

You almost come again from his sultry voice alone. But soon after, he yanks out of you and helps you down on your knees so he can shove into your mouth instead. When his rhythm falters and he starts gasping in short little breaths, you lift up your hand and he smiles, immediately picking up on what you’re doing. He bends down and grabs your wrist to push it against his mouth, stilling his hips so you can work him to completion with stealthy bobs of your head. In your palm, you can feel the vibrations of his low, dark growls as he releases into your mouth, ropes of hot cum running down the back of your throat, making your eyes roll up in bliss. You swallow every last drop and he digs his teeth into your palm when your throat constricts around his sensitive head to do so. When your mouth threatens to drive him into overstimulation, he pulls out, lets you catch your breath while he crams himself back in his underwear and jeans, and helps you back up with a smile, catching you in a heated, swollen kiss.

“Well, that was good for me, was it good for you? Same time next week?” he asks after a few minutes of having his tongue down your throat. He holds out his hand for you to shake to which you dramatically roll your eyes and push away, grabbing onto his bicep to force him to turn around.

“Get out of here, doofus.”

He starts walking away with a laugh, and you shush him, planting your hands on his wide, beefy shoulders and giving them a soft push. You ultimately become a hypocrite and once again break the cardinal rule with a loud cackle when he trips on his own two feet and falls forward, catching himself on his hands. He straightens with a harsh glare and you just grin, latching onto his elbow and when you reach the end of the shelves, you take a look around to make sure no one’s coming and skip off with your boyfriend in tow.

You forget to put the book back in its rightful place.

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thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed. i cranked this out in a sleep-deprived burst of inspiration at 2am so my apologies if it's not as polished as it could be. huge thanks to my beta reader @yoonglesyeobo!!

xxx - claret

i'm working on a masterlist, but until then, here's the links to my two other works, both yoongi centric

Series: not in the cards Oneshot: hook, line, & stinker

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

James minded his own business under the sun on the private beach within the resort perimeter when a fit older daddy whistled at him. Being the flirty young stud and noticing the bling on that fit daddy's body, he grinned back at the older guy before approaching him. That turned out to be the biggest mistake that cost James his life as the older guy eyes suddenly turned pitch black and his warm smile turned into a devious grin.

Already within grasp of the older guy, James found himself trapped in his place as the older guy grabbed both of his shoulder as he grinned

"It's about time to shed this old skin and start again,"

That's when pitch black smokes emanated from his ear, nose and between the gritted teeth of that older man and started its infiltration into James. The young stud unable to scream for help as time seemingly froze during the moment and before long, the smokes entered his body through all the opened orifices, including his navel and ass crack that slightly revealed due to his skimpy swimwear.

As the final wisps of the pitch black smoke settled into James' body, the devious smile seen before in the older guy now copied to perfection by James.

The older guy seemed confused and at lost, but upon making eye-contact with James pitch black eyes, the older guys pupil dilated and he started speaking monotonously

"Ready to be in service of you, Master,"

James just grinned widely as his eyes turned back to its original hazel color. He then dismissed the old guy to return to his room and James will swing by later to pay the older daddy a visit.

The sun is blazing and James already spent quite some times on the beach anyway, so he walked into the shower area to give his new vessel a thorough inspection.

The shower session was sensual to say the least, as the smoke seduced James body and pushed it to its limit by exiting and entering his body all shower long. The real soul of James can only scream and moan everytime he managed to wrestle control of his body even if only temporarily. Eventually, as he neared orgasm, the black smoke not only entered James body, but also managed to attach and penetrate itself to James actual soul, corrupting the young stud even further as the black smokes now take on the form of James, even in astral level. That is the final push that resulted on whatever humane about James released out with the geyser of sticky white mess the dick released all over the shower stall, inviting delightful chuckles from the new and sole owner of James Dalton physique.

As he left the shower, he grabbed the clothes James brought along. He already put on James shorts as he checked his body in the mirror.

The musculature, the glistening sweat, that irresistible charming face, he's a complete manipulator ready to wreck havoc for women and men alike. But he needs to really scream his sluttiness from the get go, so he closed his eyes and focused his power a bit. As smokes coming out from his body as if he's a fire fuming out smokes, his hair color seemingly bleached on its own and not even a minute later, he's now blonde and looking straight like a lusty sex deviants

Now, he's ready to live life to the fullest, making sure to destroy all humans he decided to be deserving of his corruptive love and subsequent control over them.

[soleilapproves]

catalyst - chapter 4

Life has many twists and turns- yours included getting rejected from med school and ending up as a manager for your burnt-out pro boxer ex. (sukuna x reader)

notes: fem!reader

fanfic masterlist / main masterlist

Staring at you in the mirror was someone you hadn’t seen since prom night— a woman dressed up to the nines with more makeup than your preference. And this was all because Sukuna wanted you to accompany him to the annual sports charity ball instead of Uraume. 

Your dress was of his choosing— not that you had anything suitable for a cocktail formal. The dress was simple yet beautiful— a long maroon form-fitting dress with a modest slit up to your left knee. A sheer lace strap covered your shoulders, and your neck was decorated with the fanciest necklace you had- a thin gold chain gifted to you by Sukuna on your first anniversary together. 

You sighed as you pushed yourself off the vanity stool in your bathroom. You were just going as his plus-one. Not a date, not his girlfriend, not his fiance. Plus-one. You looked at the clock and noticed that the limo from Sukuna’s management was set to arrive within 10 minutes, so you decided to check up on him. 

The sight made you pause in the doorway. His black suit jacket was messily strewn on his bed; his shirt was slightly unbuttoned as he stared at the crumpled bowtie on the floor. His tattooed face was wrinkled with a frown. You walked in and picked up the piece of satin off the ground. “Let me guess, you still don’t know how to tie a bowtie?” Your remark irked him and made him roll his eyes. 

“I don't understand why I can’t just use a clip-on.” You ignored the way his eyes trailed down your figure. You hated to admit it, but he always knew what looked good on you. “Because you’re not six,” you said as you tied the bow tie around his neck. 

Your heart pounded like a drum as his cologne clouded your senses. Suddenly, you were transported to the night of your first anniversary. You could almost feel the way his lips once felt against yours, teasing and pulling with every caress on your hips and thighs. You came back to the present after you finished tying his bow tie. 

You moved away from him and admired your work. “There, all done.” 

He looked in the full-length mirror in front of him. He motioned you to stand next to him, and you did as he requested, heels clicking against the cold wood. “We look good together.” 

And he was right. He intentionally made your dress match the color of his bowtie. If no one noticed your empty ring finger, they would’ve thought you two were married. You were both too in tune with one another’s body language to act as just employer and employee. It wasn’t intimate, but your history together made it impossible for you to be professional with him. 

“The limo’s almost here. Let’s go,” For a second, you almost forgot that he wasn’t yours anymore. 

-

The annual sports charity ball was an affair like any other. Billionaires, millionaires, future business moguls, athletes— every hot shot in a related field was there for the good of future sportsmen. Well, that and creating essential connections. 

You didn’t miss the way all the men stared at you as you entered the large ballroom with the former king of the ring. “Lusty fuckers, acting like they’ve never seen a woman before." You were afraid Sukuna would break the stem of his champagne-filled flute, so you quickly took it away from his grasp. “Sukuna, it’s fine, let them-”

You had to stop yourself from comforting him. You weren’t in a relationship with him, so what made you think you had to address his jealousy? There was nothing wrong with all these men staring at you. You were a single woman who wasn’t being held down by any responsibilities— it was only natural that they wanted you, especially when you looked so beautiful underneath the gleaming lights of the giant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. 

“Sukuna, I’m so glad to see you on your feet again.” You turned to see a tall man with a large build holding onto the fighter’s shoulder. Stripes of silver hair decorated his temples, contrasting with the brown hair on his scalp. He looked extremely athletic for a man his age. 

“Ah, coach Yaga, nice to see you,” Sukuna smirked. He put his calloused hand on the small of your back and led you closer to the older man. You shivered as you felt the warmth of his palm through the dress’s thin fabric. 

You introduced yourself to the man, and Sukuna told you he was his primary coach for his matches—the man behind his success. “Ah, Suk- Uraume’s told me all about you. Thank you for helping him through this difficult time. He’s like a bull when angry, so I was happy to find out that there was someone he actually listened to.” Sukuna scoffed at his coach’s words but didn’t deny anything. 

He shared many interesting stories from Sukuna’s rookie days- how he’d challenge senior fighters like it was nothing, train even after being beaten to a pulp, and how much he loved teaching his younger brother basic self-defense moves.

“But seriously, though, thank you. I haven’t seen him smile since-” 

“Okay, old man, let’s get you a drink.” Sukuna drove away his coach before he could continue his sentence. “I’m gonna go to the men’s room. Will you be okay alone?” 

You nodded and decided that Sukuna’s old champagne flute would be your company for the next few minutes. Since you were alone, you took the opportunity to look around and observe the sheer grandiosity of the whole event. 

It seemed like Sukuna attended these events alone or with Uraume because the other attendees were nonchalant about his presence. It's like he was just another person passing by them and not one of the best fighters in the world. 

It all felt like another world to you. Another side of Sukuna that you had never discovered in the past. You were so used to him from the past that you didn’t notice how he grew up to become so polished. 

The Sukuna in your memories was rough on the edges, crass, loud, rude, and an unexpected romantic. Now, in the present, he still carried a few of those characteristics with him but had significantly toned them down, almost like the light in him had died down. You wondered if you had anything to do with that. 

Your champagne had warmed up while thinking about the past, so you walked to the bar to replace your drink. A little bit of intoxication would help with the pain your heels were causing you.

“Your dress would look better in blue.” You were surprised to find a man standing beside you; snow-white hair slicked back with a single strand falling on his forehead. Black shades covered his eyes, but you could tell he had long lashes even then. If one opened a dictionary to look up the definition of beautiful, they would find him.

After Sukuna, of course, but that was just your opinion. 

His navy blue jacket was folded and resting on the bar counter, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his veiny forearms on full display because of his rolled-up sleeves. His navy blue suit vest complemented his white shirt and white hair, making him look like a prince who had just run away from his wedding. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t tell where you knew him from.

“I’ll be sure to let the designer know that.” You weren’t in the mood for a conversation with another man, so you responded with a simple yet conversation-terminating joke.

“I already told her that. She has a navy blue dress in the collection as well. Not sure why you didn’t get that instead.”

“This dress was given to me. I didn’t buy it.” 

“I’ll buy you the navy blue one. Think of it as a gift.” He winked, and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, but you were blushing. The man’s face alluded to his charm.

“Do you buy expensive dresses for every woman you meet for the first time?”

“Just ones I find beautiful.” He didn’t look away from your eyes while saying that. The determined smile on his face made you want to look away, but you felt like it would fuel his ego even more. 

Classical music breezed through the giant hall as people joined for a slow waltz. Your mind couldn’t help but wonder if Sukuna did the same with other women. Darn you, Debussy, for the unnecessary jealousy.

He eyed your now-finished drink and extended his hand forward. “Care to dance? Don’t worry, I’ll happily take the lead if you don’t know how.” You looked down at his pale hand, devoid of scars and callouses. No rough edges. Trimmed fingers with little to no signs of previously broken knuckles. They looked like the hands of the privileged few. Even yours weren't that pristine.

But what the hell? You weren’t taken. Who said you weren’t allowed to dance with a stranger?

You hesitantly placed your hand in his and ignored how chilled they were compared to Sukuna’s. Or maybe it was just your body telling you that Sukuna was the only man you had ever felt genuine warmth with. His cologne was too strong for your liking, too. He smelled like an intense, citrusy oud. The kind of scent one doused themselves in to cloak the smell of nicotine and menthol.

“I’m Gojo Satoru, by the way.” His name sounded graceful, like his moves. He was good at leading you— it must be the result of dance classes. 

You introduced yourself to him, though you couldn’t help but have this lingering thought in the back of your mind that you must be another insignificant woman to a man like him. Another entertainment for the night, another show to leave after a season of nonstop watching, another book to be shelved after an unsatisfying chapter.

“You’re awfully distracted for someone dancing with the likes of me.” He must’ve noticed your clouded mind. 

“And you’re awfully confident in yourself.” You feel his hand tighten against your waist. You must’ve struck a nerve. It’s hard to fight back the satisfying smirk displayed on your lips. 

“I’m just saying that because you don’t seem to know that I’m the CEO of Gojo Group,” the man subtly flexed. Ah, so that’s where you knew him from. 

“I must say, you coming in here with Sukuna Ryomen struck a nerve with me,” Gojo said while spinning you around. You assumed it was because he didn’t want you to see the look on his face. 

“He’s just my employer. His usual manager wasn’t available today, so I accompanied him instead.” You didn’t want to get into the logistics of your arrangement with Gojo. You weren't sure Sukuna would be okay with that information being in the open. 

“I feel better about being this close to you now.” You shivered as his hands danced back to your sides. His slim fingers felt like icicles, giving you goosebumps. “You know-” he dipped you this time, uncustomary for usual slow waltzes, but you brushed that thought away for your mental stability. It was too late to back out now.

“-I’ve lost a lot of money because of him,” he said as you were at eye level with him again (more like eye to chin, but you get the gist). “What do you mean?” 

“I’m sure you’ve heard of betting on sports matches, right?” His casual display of wealth didn’t baffle you. The man owned half the city, after all. “Is that legal?” You asked as he pulled you away from a man who was hoping to swap partners. “Depends where you do it. It’s only applicable for professional matches. Underground matches? Not so much because you don’t pay taxes on your earnings from betting on those.” 

“I don’t get why you’re telling me all this.” From the corner of your eye, you notice Sukuna return from the men’s room. You were close enough to see the look on his face- horror. You had never seen him look like that. Not even in his matches. He didn’t even look the least bit scared in his last fight, and that had him severely injured. 

It looked like he wanted to run towards you, but he wouldn’t be able to pull you away without making a scene since the dancefloor was crowded. You gulped as Gojo removed his glasses and hung them on his collar. His eyes were ice blue- chilling like his hands. He turned you both around so he could face Sukuna instead. His initially sly and flirty smile now dripped with malice. Like a disguised wolf on a sheep farm, ready to gorge on their warm blood and fat.

“I’m saying that this world of boxing is small. I’ve known Sukuna since before his glory days.” 

His fingers dug into your waist, suffocating you in his hold. Your chest tightened with every breath as he leaned closer and closer to your ear. You could only imagine what Sukuna looked like right now. 

"Gojo, you're hurting me." You tried pulling away, but his iron grip kept you in place.

“You’re not getting what I’m trying to say- your beloved was an illegal underground fighter.”

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[oncethrown]

The thing I love most about Panfilo is that it would have been really easy to make much easier, well worn and misogynistic choices with him at every turn and they never did.

10 years ago, hell maybe 5 years ago, the joke would have been that the Panfilo character was clearly gay and his dull witted pious wife didn’t know. His scheming would have been at her expense, he would have married her for her money and been hiding his own families financial fall. He would have been using her piousness against her to keep the marriage chaste while he went after other men. He probably would have died to save her learning the wickedness of his ways, or Ruggiero would have outed him maliciously.

But Panfilo just loves Neifile. He completely accepts her oddities, while still trying to protect her from they way they don’t totally mesh with the world around her. He pulls her out of her confession at the beginning when he sees someone sickly, but tells her she can pray for absolution the whole way. When she rejects his offer to save her from the well, he respects it, and then keeps watch over her all day, until stepping in to keep her from harming herself. He discourages her from telling the story of her salvation because he doesn’t want the other guests to make fun of her. He burns the cardinals toe with her because it’s clearly not healthy for her to have it.

His love is patient, his love is kind, it is not boastful and does not insist on its own way.

He never mocks her, he’s always happy to see her, he sneaks back into a castle full of nihilistic ruffians when he thinks she’s in danger and when he sees her having consensual, pleasant sex, he just leaves.

And then it turns out that Neifile knows his secrets and accepts him just as easily, and they have this pure, understanding love between them. A love so profound that the loss of her drives him first to madness and then to save all of his companions.

Neifile, the lusty, naive maiden with a gay husband, is such an easy joke, and The Decameron made her adored and loved so completely that the love of her reflected back was life changing.

[loveslibrarywp]

Worship and desire

Osferth x Fem!reader

Summary: You and Osferth have been in a secret relationship for some time. After a long day of traveling, Uhtred’s crew settle down in a secluded forest for the night. When the men fall asleep, you pull your lover away for some…quality time.

Warnings: NSFW. Cock worship. P in V sex. Outdoor sex. Praise kink. Blowjob. Mentions of religion. Lowkey subspace.

Authors note: Just a silly little thought that’s been on my mind. Enjoy ❤️

“Where are we going, my love?” Osferth whispered as you drug him deeper into the forest. You didn’t answer and continued to guided him through the trees until you were far enough away from the sleeping men.

You softly pushed him against a nearby tree, pressing yourself against him. Your gaze was full of lust and desire. You wanted him. You smiled up at the man, finally getting a moment of alone time with him after so long.

“Hi.” You said, your breath fanning onto his lips because you were so close to him. He laughed, “Hi.” He replied as he pulled you closer by your waist. Your arms slung around his neck and you pulled him into a fierce kiss.

Your lips moved together. All of your emotions pouring out into it, your bodies connecting as one. The kiss was hot and wet and messy, just how you liked it. “I’ve missed you..” you mumbled against his lips, which made him smirk against yours.

“I missed you too, my sweet lady.” He said into the kiss. Your hands were all over him, as were his. You both had gone so long without touching each other, you were burning in desire. “Osferth..” you whined as you pulled away from him and stared up at him with lusty eyes.

“Yes, my love?” He asked, your hands held his face and caressed his cheeks. “I need you..” you said as your hands trailed down his chest and your head dipped into his neck, nipping at his soft skin. His breath shuttered at your words, making you let out a little giggle at his nervousness.

No matter how many times he had laid with you, he was still so shy. Your sweet little monk.

You felt his cock harden in his trousers. You knelt down on your knees in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. Your actions made his own eyes go wide because he knew exactly what was about to happen.

You yanked down his trousers to pull out his semi-hard cock. “We’re doing this here? Right now?” He asked with a ‘are you crazy?’ Look on his adorable face. You only nodded your head with that crazed look in your eye.

You pumped his cock in your warm hand, making him throw his head back in pleasure. “Look at me, sweet boy.” You demanded with a soft voice. His gaze fixed back onto you. As you stared into his eyes, you licked the tip of his cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum made you close your eyes and groan, as did he at the feeling.

You began to kiss along his length, savoring the feeling of it against your soft lips. “Such a pretty cock, baby..” you mumbled, licking up his cock and kissing the tip. He gaped at you with a look as if he were in love with you. He was in love with you.

“I love it so much..” you sucked on the tip, licking up all the pre-cum that leaked from it. You moaned and whined as you sucked his cock, the feeling of it in your mouth made you all needy and whiny. Your undergarments were practically soaked in your own arousal. “I love you so much..” you said as you ran a finger down a vein.

“I love you too!” He breathed out. He was whimpering and groaning as you bobbed your head on his cock, stumbling on his words as he spoke, “just…just l-like that.”

You took your mouth off him and began stroking him again, your eyes were pleasing with him, a pout plastered on your messy and wet lips. You looked angelic, like the most perfect being that ever walked this earth. He thought he had died and gone to the heavens when he was blessed with your presence. You were truly a gift from God.

“It’s so perfect..” you said as you gazed at the tip of his cock, watching a bead of cum drip down the side of his cock, which you quickly licked up. “You’re so perfect, Osferth.” You gleamed as your eyes fixed onto him, looking fucked out as can be.

“N-No, my love. That’s you..” he stuttered. A soft smile came from his panting lips. You giggled as you shook your head, disagreeing with him.

“Please, I need your cunt..” he begged for you. His begging ignited something inside you. You quickly nodded at his pleads, giving his cock one more kiss before standing up.

He pressed you against the tree and bent you over. Osferth hiked up your dress and stopped at the sight of the growing wet spot on your cotton panties. His fingers reached for the spot, the tips of them rubbing against the cotton, making you moan out.

“Please, Osferth..” now you were the one begging. His hand yanked your panties to the side and grabbed his cock, running the tip over your dripping slit. He pressed himself into you, the first thrust making you both moan in pleasure.

He started at a slow pace, like he was making love to you. You often adored when he treated you with such kindness and devotion but you wanted to be fuck tonight.

“Os, baby? I need you to fuck me. Hard.” You said with an urgent tone. He nodded his head, fulfilling your need as swiftly as he could. His once soft thrusts turned into hard and deep ones.

He continuously hit that one spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars. Your moans grew louder and echoed into the darkness of the night. “Fuck! Right there, sweet boy. Keep fucking me like that!”

He fed on your praises and savored the feeling of your wet and warm cunt as he fucked it as if we’re a toy. “Lord-“ he groaned out, his cock throbbing inside of you as you clenched down onto him.

A smile was painting on your fucked out face as he slammed his hips onto yours, your ass jiggling at the motion. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he gave you a particularly hard thrust, almost hitting your cervix.

“Your cock is so good, Osferth! You fuck me so well!” You moaned as you gripped onto the tree in front of you. You felt your arousal drip down your thighs and the wet sounds of your cunt mixed with his groans only added to the pleasure you were feeling.

“Holy-, don’t talk like that, my love. I’ll finished too quick.” He breathed out as he held your hips hard, he was definitely going to leave bruises with his death grip on them.

“I’m so close! I want you to finish with me..” you gasped. The two of you were so near the edge of your peaks, so close to finishing together. His cock was throbbing inside of you and you were clenching onto him like you life depended on it.

“-‘m cumming!” You barely managed to shout out, your cunt spasmed onto him and your legs began to shake. Osferth fucked you through your orgasam as he chased his own, groaning at the feeling of your mixed arousal dripping down his balls.

“Fuck!” He quickly slipped out of you, jerking himself off onto your back, His spend shooting out onto your ass and back.

You both panted as you caught your breaths from the intense sensations. You shook as he took a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned you both up. He leaned you up to press a delicate kiss on your cheek and held you close to him by the waist. He moved your cotton panties back in place and fixed your dress.

“I love you, my beautiful lady.” He whispered into your eyes, pressing his lips anywhere he could reach. “I love you too, sweet boy.” You said as you leaned your head back and rested against his shoulder, savoring the moment together.

• • •

You had finally woken up and walked out of your shared tent to see the men huddled around the fire and eating some breakfast.

“Oh! Look who finally decided to wake up!” Uhtred laughed, which made you roll your eyes and sitting down next to him as you hit him in the arm. “She needed her beauty sleep after the…rough night she had last night. Baby monk here really did a number on her if you didn’t hear it last night!” Finan laughed as he shook Osferth who was beside him.

Your eyes went wide and Osferth went red. They had heard you. You were sure you went far enough so they didn’t.

“I think we all heard it..” Sihtric sighed.