#the muffled sounds THEY KISSED SLOPPY STYLE

[dmsr-art]

hi vee, long time blog stalker first time caller, i just got to the twins reunion in the audio book for the first time (read the series last year but never listened) and genuinely actually what the fuck you were not joking moira quirk can IMPLICATE. JESUS HELL. felt like i shouldn’t have been allowed to overhear something like that what on EARTH

THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYIN!!!! anytime i see someone trying to deny the tridentarii incest im Iike um hello... DID U LISTEN TO HOW MOIRA NARRATED IT?? CORONA'S BREATHY VOICE?? just reading it the first time had my pussy going crazy but when i listened to it? WHEW 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 full pussy delirium

and for those who still haven't heard it:

[chuuminn]

✦ AMBROSIA WINE

mdni - adult content ahead, chuuya x fem!reader, featuring: oral sex ( f. recieving ), intentional lowercase, cursing ( it is chuuya, so... ) summary: chuuya imbibes.

"ain't this a sweet picture."

the familiar timbre of chuuya's voice is husky and appreciative as he looks up at you from between your thighs. ginger tresses cling to a damp forehead, draping in that deliciously disheveled style that alone has your stomach twisting in knots. the sharp corners of a wicked grin peek into your view, as he admires the valleys of your body sprawled out before him.

he rocks forward on his elbows, the mattress dipping when he leans down to press a lingering, deceptively sweet kiss just below your navel. a light sound of content escapes you as you relish in his touch, the familiarity and comfort in his affections lulling your eyes closed just in time to miss the flash of teeth.

"chuuya ?!"

shock pulls your from your ease when something grazes your abdomen, your eyes flying open to once again meet chuuya's. only now there's a flicker of mirth there, no doubt lit by the surprised gasp he pulled from you. the fabric of your undergarment is held between his teeth, and already he's pulling it down with a grin.

somewhere in the back of your mind, a less lust-addled version of you is scolding him. you did not want to go shopping for the upteenth time, just because chuuya had the unfortunate habit of ruining your clothes. it didn't matter that he had the money to replace them, that wasn't the point ! sure hands find your hips, quelling that small voice in your head with a squeeze as he guides you to raise your hips for him to better tug fabric down your thighs. his exhale tickles as he settles back before his quarry, scorching your sex with a breathy "fuck"

"so fuckin' sweet, love" his head drops forwards to lean your thigh, adorning the plush flesh with hot open-mouthed kisses. your heart jumps at the proximity to your now aching heat. normally you'd receive some sort of teasing comment for the instinctive reaction, but no such quip came. the executive wholly engrossed with the glossy slick that already decorated you. "prettiest pussy i've ever fuckin' seen"

his lips descend upon you. a needy groan rumbling from his throat as he buries his head into the crevice between your thighs. he kisses your clit, and encircles it with his tongue, drawing tender figure eights with the warm wet muscle. he’s skilled, but more importantly, he’s passionate.

curses and praise alike are hissed against your folds, words muffled by the continued lolling of his tongue. licking up your perineum, lavishing your skin, and delving deep into you. while he loved having you take his cock, there was an unmatched bliss that came with fucking you silly on his tongue. getting to enjoy the way your legs tremble either side of his face and how your hips roll timidly to seek more friction.

you were being shy. how cute.

he could help with that. chuuya’s hands grab at your ass and pulls, shunting you down onto his mouth proper to be welcomed by another curl of his tongue. most of the noises you babble are half formed or plain nonsensical, making him grin against your heat. he adores when you lose yourself to him, knowing that you trusted him to take care of you like this made some primal part of him preen.

you're fucking him back now, grinding your hips greedily against him as he makes out, sloppy, with your cunt. addictive. that’s what you were. addicting in a way that put his nicotine habit to shame. "chuu- mmmmf, god-"

"uh uh, sweetheart-“ he tutted, closing his lips around your clit and giving a punishingly harsh suck. he wasn't a religious man, but if there was a god (other the flaming beast that inhabited his body), he was pretty sure that divine fucker made you just for him. but even that didn't warrant leniency when it came to what spilt from your pretty lips.

he releases you with a merciful pop, and smirks up at your blissed out face. you just barely catch the swipe of his tongue across his lower lip, tasting the ambrosia you'd left dripping from his mouth. “if you're gonna sing anyone's name right now,"

he moves, smearing your slick across your body with glossy kisses. till he finds himself hovering above your sweetly parted lips.

"it'd better be mine."

eeeeeeee, hope you liked the first entry to my masterlist !!! at the time of writing, it is obviously lackluster, but you can find it here ! thank you @thewickedjazzy and @flametrashira for looking over this for me and giving me the confidence to post hehe mwah !!

[jarofstyles]

Let Your Hair Down

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Warnings- exhibitionism, unprotected sex, it's dirty and I know ya'll eat that up

Being pulled into a bathroom stall with Harry Styles was the last thing Y/N would have ever imagined, but here she was. The man pressing her against the wall with his hand up the slit of her dress, a soft moan leaving her mouth as his nimble fingers found her clit with little problem. Maybe Harry had done this often, or he was just naturally gifted to know a woman’s body, but she didn’t care. For the first time in a long time, she felt really fucking good. 

“Fuck.” She whimpered, feeling lips drag down her neck. Her own hand reached between them to cup over his cock, his own noise of pleasure vibrating her as she felt him. It got a gasp from her, the fucking size of it against her palm. He was big. Big in the way she’d not experienced, and thick. Immediately she knew that she needed to feel it better, to take him inside of her and let him do whatever the fuck he wanted as long as she got to experience it. “You’re so big.” The words were higher pitched, Y/N panting as she felt a finger slip into her. 

“I know, sweetheart.” He cooed. “I’ll make sure you can handle it.” Y/N was sure he would. Nothing about him even hinted at the fact that he’d do anything but make her feel incredible. “Hate that you’ve had t’deal with little dicks and people who don’t know how to use them. Makes me sick thinking of them wasting such a pretty girl’s pussy.” His mouth was filthy, she was finding out. Thank god. He didn’t know how badly she needed a proper fuck, one where she’d be thinking about it for days after. Her purse had so thoughtfully been hung up on the back of the stall door, the empty bathroom full of the muffled music and their kisses. 

“Haven’t felt good in so long.” She admitted, grinding her cunt into his hand. “Make me feel good, please. Need it, need you.” Who the fuck cared if she sounded desperate? She was. SO fucking desperate that she was allowing him to fuck her here because she couldnt wait. He’d offered to take her to his place but she couldn’t wait that long to be touched. 

“I will, needy girl. Promise. M’not like those other guys…Gonna make sure you cum for me.” Harry was on a mission, it seemed. His palm smacked against her clit as he added another finger, making her whimper into the air. Teeth scraped against her neck as his free hand tugged the straps down of her dress, revealing her bare breasts. “Fuck me, you little minx. Look at you.” 

Harry was in awe of her, how pretty she was. How perfectly she fit into his hands, how she looked just like what he’d dreamed about- if not better. He couldn’t help himself, leaning his head down and pressing sloppy kisses to the curves of her tits before taking a nipple into his mouth. The reward was feeling her pussy pulse around his fingers, her hand in his hair as he lapped at her breast. The swollen little nipple was taken lightly between his teeth as he sucked, making her keen. Sure, he was a bit drunk , but he would never be able to forget this. She made such pretty noises, tasted so good on his tongue, and her cunt was vice tight around his fingers. Thankfully she was more than wet, making a mess on his fingers as he fucked them into her needy little hole. 

Y/N’s eyes closed as her head leaned against the wall. The man was bent slightly, sucking at her tits and making her close to cumming just from that. It had been ages since she’d orgasmed from fingering, and nipple play hadn’t always done much for her but the way Harry was doing it, she’d never felt something more erotic in her life. “H-Harry, please.” She pleaded. “I want you inside me. Fuck me, I need it.” As much as the woman wanted to test out his mouth, she was gagging for his cock. “I’ll suck you another time, I promise I just…” A sniffle left her. “I feel empty. I need more.” 

Instead of being offended, he hissed as he pulled away from her breasts. A string of spit that connected his lips to them broke as he rose back to full height, standing over her as his fingers fucked into her and scissored slightly, making her cling on to him. “Fingers aren’t enough for you, I know. Just needed to get you stretched.” His nose brushed hers as he took her for a sloppier kiss. “Tiny cunt wouldn’t be able to take it otherwise. Still have my doubts…” The faux pout made her whine. 

“I can, I can take it. I promise.” She swallowed, looking up at him in desperation. “Make it fit, please. I just want it in me, don’t care if it hurts.” It was true. Y/N would even like it if it hurt a little, as long as he got himself inside of her. “

“You sure, baby?” He taunted, watching her eyes glaze over as his fingers fucked into her harder. The sound was sloppy and filthy, knowing how wet she was getting for him, but he lived for shit like this. Loved that he finally got to meet Y/N and do the things he’d been thinking about for months. She was just his type. “I really don’t know if such a tight hole can take my cock, no matter how sopping wet it is.” 

“I can.” A mix of the desperation and drunkenness made her eyes water. “Give it to me, please. I’m begging you, fuck me. I’ll be so good for you, you can cum in me- I’m, birth control.” Her words stuttered as she pleaded with him. Harry cooed at her, clicking his tongue at the way she was losing it. 

“Oh, sweet little thing. No need to cry yet. I’ll be nice and give it to you.” He promised. “Undo my trousers for me.” This was quite possibly the most irresponsible thing for him to do and he knew it. Taking a girl he’d had a crush on into the bathroom at an after part and fucking her raw was something that would make his manager burst blood vessels, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was her snug cunt wrapped around him as he fucked her, he wanted to empty his balls in her and let her feel it drip down her thighs as they left the bathroom. 

The girl was obedient, taking his pants down to find a lack of briefs on him too. Harry’s knack for not wearing underpants had struck again, but this time it was a positive. Her smaller hand wrapped around him, stroking as their mouths buttoned together again, Harry letting out a grunt as her thumb rubbed over his weepy slit. He knew he’d been attracted to her for a while but having her hands on him now was sending him into overdrive. His hand curled around her throat as he moved his hips, fucking himself in her hand and licking into her mouth, desperate for more of her taste. 

There was only so much he could take, though. If he had it his way, they wouldn't be rushed, but considering it was a public restroom and there was a chance of getting caught he was aching to get inside of her. “You like to listen to directions?” Harry did love a person who was just as willing to please as he was. Being worshiped and doing the worshiping were both things he loved, but it was nice to see someone pine for him. There was a reason he loved his job as much as he did. 

“Sometimes.” Her eyes blinked up at him slowly, allowing his hand to slide up and his still wet fingers into her mouth. The man rubbed them over her tongue, pulling them out slowly before pushing back in. Y/N listened very well to directions so far, even if her eyes twinkled with the mischief he’d be happy to explore with her. The way she was sucking his fingers clean was a clear indication on how well they get along.

“I do love a bit of a challenge, but tonight I need you t’be good for me. We’ve got to be quick which…” He breathed out as she dragged her thumb over his slit again. “Is a shame, considering I want to spend hours on you. But since you seem so keen on trying to take me, m’gonna let you try.” 

Y/N hummed against his digits, real disappointment painting her features as he finally tugged them out. It was embarrassing to admit how much she’d liked doing that, fucking him with her hand and sucking on his fingers, seeing the dark glint in his gaze. But she wanted him in any way she could, and she wasn’t about to refuse him. “I can take it. You’ll make it fit.” 

A low growl echoed in the room as he placed his hands under her thighs, adjusting her dress to be pushed open before picking her up. It took her by surprise, the girl squeaking and wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she was suddenly lifted and pinned against the wall but- fuck. Fuck, this was hot. She went to say just that, but he beat her to it. “Need you to try and be quiet for me, okay?” His lips pecked hers, far more chaste and sweet compared to the other kisses. “M’gonna make sure you feel good.” With her body snug against the wall and her legs around his hips, he released a thigh to guide himself to her entrance. 

In all her sex experiences, she couldn’t recall being this excited. Feeling him rub the tip through her slit, she was nearly buzzing in anticipation. The help of the alcohol reduced her nerves thankfully, because if she was sober she’d be losing her mind about him holding her up- but right now, all she could think about was the press of his head breaching her hole. 

He was right. He was big, almost too much so, but Y/N liked the feeling. They’d been feeding into something dirtier with that talk, but her sharp intake of breath made the man pause, looking at her for any sign to stop. “I know, sweetheart. It’s a lot. Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please don’t.” Her eyes widened. “No, I need it. Just- just push more in. I’m okay.” She wasn’t lying. Yeah, it did hurt a little but she could already feel herself adjusting. Going slow was just prolonging the pain. “It’s just been a while.” 

Harry liked the sound of that. Being the one to break her dry spell was an honor. “That’s alright.” He nuzzled his nose against hers as he let himself push further in. “Think you’ve just got a snug little cunt that’s needed a proper fuck. M’sorry it took us so long to meet.” It really was a shame. “Could’ve fixed this problem so much sooner.”

In all truth, Harry had a feeling he’d end up in a situation like this with Y/N. He’d had a crush for a while, sure, but he was ruthless when it came to the people he wanted to pursue, even if it didn’t seem like it. If it had been any other events in the last few months he’d have blown them off, but fate really did make them wait until now to indulge in one another- and he’d make sure that it wasn’t the last. 

“There we are, baby. Just let me in.” He coaxed, feeling her engulf him. “Almost there. M’so proud of you for taking it all. Know it isn’t easy, but you feels so fucking good wrapped around me.” Perfect for him, really. Hot, tight, slippery, hugging him the way he’d needed, he finally got all the way inside before grinding up into her. Y/N was at her limit, thankful he wasn’t a millimeter bigger otherwise she truly couldn’t have taken it- but this was perfect. 

“Please, go ahead.” She pleaded, threading her fingers through the hair at the bottom of his neck. “Fuck me, I know you can give me what I need.” 

And hell, he was up for the challenge. 

There was no way to describe how it felt between them. Electric, maybe? Erotic? His deep thrusts as he began to truly fuck into her, the sound of her wet cunt being thrust into and her muffled moans echoing off the stall walls, it felt like cloud nine. Her hair was a wreck behind her and she knew it, but there wasn’t a care in the world other than getting her fill of Harry. 

He was watching her with an intensity that she couldn’t match to anything else. Maybe it was just a part of his personality, that intent stare and all of his attention being on the person he was with, but having him watch her every move, every shift of her lips, it made her even more aroused. Her head rolled back, resting against the wall as he bounced her on his cock, reveling in the feeling of being filled up over and over again. 

Harry himself, he was trying his hardest not to orgasm too early. He was fucking her raw, feeling every inch of her silky cunt sheath around his bare cock with every movement. God, she was so wet and hot on his skin, and he knew he’d be thinking about this night for the rest of his life. There was no way he could let this be a one and done with how he was feeling. “You’re perfect.” He whispered, lips finding her exposed neck as he did the work for them. Feeling her fingers tug slightly at his hair only fueled him further. “Feel so fucking good, making a mess on my cock. Gonna make me walk out there with my cock wet in my pants, hm? Dripping down to my balls, gonna smell like you all night.” And he’d enjoy every single second of it. If it wasn’t gross, he’d spend the next few days with her smell on him. 

Maybe he’d just have to talk his way into having her come over and roll all over his sheets so her scent could linger. 

“Yeah.” She answered with a whimper. “And I-I want your cum dripping out of me when we walk out.” Y/N didn’t know where she found the guts to say that, but she had a hunch it was a mix of the lemon drops and Harry’s cock deep in her tummy. “No one’s gonna know but I will. I’ll feel it the whole time.” 

The words had him working faster, harder. It was hard not to get even more frenzied when she said that shit out loud, the thing he’d been hoping for all night. “Fuck, m’gonna give it to you. I’ll give you every drop.” His teeth grazed her neck, not thinking clearly as he pulled the skin into his mouth and sucked harshly. He heard her gasp, her fingers finding more of his hair and pushing him further into her neck. So he did it again, a bit further up as he held her still and fucked up into her. Completely entangled in each other, this was the best he’d ever felt at an after party and there were doubts it could get much better than this. 

Y/N had a thing for love bites, but she’d never expected Harry to go for that. Feeling the sting of it while he fucked her pushed her closer to her orgasm, the feeling of her clit rubbing against his torso and his cock digging right into her, it was hard to keep from moaning louder than she should have. 

Harry didn’t really care if they got caught anymore. The thrill of it was hotter than hell, someone walking in and finding out he was fucking the prettiest new IT Girl in the bathrooms after winning awards. A celebratory fuck and the beginning of something he was very excited to continue. Her moans stuttered as his thrusts punched into her, legs tightening around him as he licked over the tender spots on her neck. 

“Harry, Harry- oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum.” She tried to whisper but failed. How could she care about volume when she was having the best fuck of her life? 

“Good, that’s what we want. Isn’t it?” He hummed, hands tightening on her thighs while he continued his pace. It could be felt on his prick, every little quiver of her hole as she got closer and closer to the edge. “Don’t have to worry about not finishing when you’re with me. If we had more time you’d have at least t-three.” His own words stuttered as he could feel the heat crawling up his stomach and his balls tightening. “Do it for me, pretty girl. Cum all over my cock, want t’put it away wet. Don’t you? Cum for me.” 

Y/N did, she wanted to make sure she gave him what he wanted. His words encouraging her, his lips kissing under her hear tenderly, his cock hitting her where she needed, her swollen clit rubbing against his torso over and over again, she couldn’t help it. As hard as it had been in her other situations, Harry made it so fucking easy to get to that point, whimpers leaving her throat as he talked her through her orgasm. 

“There we go, that’s my girl. Fuck, you’re drenching me. Feels so good, you’re doing so fucking good.” He felt it as she came, a light gush making him even more wet. A hiss left his teeth, holding her body as it got a little weaker. “Oh, that’s what we needed. You’re perfect. I’m gonna give you e-everything I have.” 

Y/N was hazy but she managed to nod, pressing their lips back together with the remaining strength she had left. His thrusts became sloppy as he groaned into her mouth something that resembled her name, repeating it three times before he let out a broken “fuck’. She could feel it inside of her, the hot cum pulsing inside of her and making her moan in response. It felt incredible, being filled like this. His cock working it into her, the heat added to the end of her orgasm as he worked through his. 

“That’s perfect, H.” She whispered to him, stroking the nape of his neck and over his shoulders. “You’re so beautiful. I feel so good, you-you’re amazing.” It wasn’t her best work, but her brain felt like it had melted a bit. The man was responsive to the praise though, letting out a whine of his out before his hips stilled. The kisses continued but it was hard when they were both panting, smiles making it more difficult as she let out a giggle that was followed by his own. Standing there with his cum coated prick wasn’t how he imagined he’d end his evening, but he’d never been happier. 

“Shit.” She exhaled, head dropping back as his own rested against the side of hers. It was quiet for a few moments before he turned his lips to her cheek, peppering a few kisses there as they caught their breath. “So that’s what bathroom sex is like. And a penetrative orgasm.”

Harry burst into his own little laugh at her words, lifting the sensual mood into a sweeter one. His eyes were lighter as he looked at her, a fond smile on his swollen lips. “Yeah, darling. Somewhat. Bathroom sex isn’t always as good as that, but I think it’s good for us.” It was hard to concentrate even still, seeing how gorgeous she was. How he’d been lucky enough to be allowed to touch her so intimately was a mystery to him, but he was more than thrilled about it. “D’you want it to happen again?”

“Mmmm.” Pretending to thing, she laughed at his offended face. “I’d love to. Made a mess on you, you should know how good it was for me.” Brushing the hair out of his face, she wiped a bit of her lipstick from the corner of his lips. He was a bit of a mess, would definitely need a wet wipe to his neck and lips, but it was beautiful. Seeing him freshly fucked was a new favorite. “So, yeah. I would. But perhaps a bed or couch, even a kitchen counter. Don’t want to kill your back by doing this too often.”

“I’d happily fuck it up if it meant a repeat of that.” He scoffed. “C’mere.” Harry couldn’t stop kissing her, and hopefully he wouldn’t have to. A happy exhale left his nose as he pressed repetitive kisses to her mouth, making her giggle- but the moment was interrupted by the bathroom door swinging open and two very drunk, very loud girls walking in. 

“I heard Harry Styles was here but I haven’t seen him.” one of them huffed, making Y/N roll her lips together to stop from laughing. 

“I know. God, he’s gorgeous isn’t he? But he was hanging out with Y/N, and that makes me nervous. She’s fucking stunning too. I’d like a go with both of them.”

[sommerregenjuniluft]

evan and regulus frolicking like they're frotting in bed making out sloppy style about to fuck to the sounds of their boyfriends fighting outside

jfkdkfkdkf STOOPPP (this escalated, NSFW)

Regulus comes back into the living room, mug of steaming tea in hand and he rolls his eyes as soon as he, too, hears James and Barty where they're still out on the balcony arguing, cigarettes long stubbed out in the ashtray.

Evan grins, lifting the blanket as Regulus lets himself plop down and snuggles into his side.

“What’s it about this time?”

Evan snorts, nuzzling the black curls behind Regulus’ ear, “You think I know?”

Regulus shakes his head, like a disappointed old grandpa and Evan’s grin widens.

Outside, Barty makes an incredulous noise, half rising from his chair before he sits back down, trying to talk over James’ continuous arguing.

Regulus makes a soft groan in irritation, tipping his head back against Evan's shoulder. There’s a triangle of moles right under the hinge of his sharp jaw, teasing Evan to put his mouth to good use.

“It’s never nothing with the two of them,” Evan murmurs, warm breath ricocheting off Regulus’ skin and back at him.

It makes Regulus tilt his head back down, eyes narrowing and searching for something in Evan’s expression. He hums a little, sinking lower into the cushions and Evan’s embrace.

“Think we should keep ourselves busy, don’t you?” Evan says, catching Regulus’ eyes skipping down to his lips, “Who knows how long they'll be at it this time.”

Regulus doesn’t say anything but he tips his chin up and he lets Evan hook one of his legs over his lap without fuss. Evan watches the line of his throat move when he swallows, “You smell like lemons.”

“And limes,” Evan corrects with a grin. “You're off your game, whiskers. Something distracting you?”

Regulus’ slack expression slips into a glower and Evan chuckles, bumping their noses together. “I spooned some of Barty’s protein yogurt after dinner when he wasn’t looking, too busy nagging at James while they were doing the dishes.”

Regulus snakes a hand under Evan’s t-shirt, caressing the skin, “’s it taste anything good?"

The tiny devil on Evan’s shoulder does a little happy spin, “Why doesn’t the chef try for himself?”

Evan happily swallows the little pant betraying Regulus’ indifference before their lips connect.

He doesn't even have to goad him, their tongues nudging immediately as Regulus eagerly parts his mouth.

It's a wet slide of lips and Regulus’ short nails digging a little desperately into the side of Evan’s ribs when he sucks Regulus’ lower lips between his teeth.

James lets out a loud string of spanish curses outside, slamming a fist into what must be the metal of their balcony railing and Regulus sucks in a breath against Evan’s cheek and oh, is Evan having fun on this beautiful Friday night.

More kissing, hands grabbing and shucking away clothes and when Evan tugs Regulus closer by the hip he makes an entirely too sweet needy noise that goes straight to Evan’s cock.

They keep licking into each others’ mouths, Barty’s and James’ aggravated voices a quiet muffle in the background, and Regulus keeps making these little noises, squirming in place and adjusting his hold on Evan again and again, fingers clenching and unclenching and Evan can’t help himself but grin into the kiss.

It disrupts their rhythm and Regulus makes a complaining grunt that tells Evan he’d roll his eyes right now if he wasn’t currently busy eating Evan’s face off.

He’s so cute Evan wants to take a fucking bite out of him.

Or maybe finger him until he squirts all over the couch.

Evan gives him a lingering kiss on the cheek and then works his way down his neck and Regulus is restless, shifting around and then his fucking knee slides over where Evan is rock hard and he stutters out a truely embarrassing groan for it being a fucking knee.

But Regulus is an angel because he moans in response and slides his fingers into Evan’s bleached curls like it’s second nature whenever he needs something to hold onto.

“Evan,” Regulus speaks up, voice husky and eyes a little glassy when Evan lifts his head to look.

“Reg?” Evan says sweetly, cocking his head, before he goes back to the mark he was about to suck into the pale expanse of his throat.

“I’m– mgh,” Regulus swallows, out of breath, “Can you—”

Evan’s lips twitch into another smile, “Huh? Pardon, I can’t hear you, bébé.”

Regulus huffs but he makes another obscene noise when Evan trails his fingers up the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to where Evan already knows he wants him.

Another of his complaining noises—Evan lets out a snicker against the soft skin and gets a shiver in response—and then, “Want your fingers.”

“Want my fingers, love?” A gentle bite into the tendons of his neck.

Regulus arches, nodding against the cushions, “Please.”

And who is Evan to deny a polite plea as sweet as that of his lover?

Regulus’ sweats, that are actually Barty’s, get discarded. He isn’t even wearing any boxers, nom de dieu, and then Evan is slipping the tip of his middle finger through where Regulus is sinfully slick.

He throws his head back with a moan that Evan feels reverberating down his spine and then Regulus is looking at him with big, silver eyes. Wide and needy and dark brows furrowed and, fuck, so fucking wet for him Evan simply slips in two fingers at once.

And maybe he shouldn’t have. Honestly, should have taken it easy—Usually he’s the last out of the four of them to lose his patience but with Regulus looking at him like that?

Evan presses their lips together, heated and rough, and Regulus welcomes him happily. Makes a high-pitched noise when Evan curls his fingers before starting a slow pace of pumping in and out, thumb drawing slow, teasing circles around his cock.

Suddenly there’s a sharp noise from outside, one of their garden chairs scraping against the tiles of the balcony and then the door flings open.

“—the fuck do you think you’re goin’?”

“If I’m gonna have to listen to your fucking bullshit only one more second I’ll start to get violent, B. Reg is still pissed we didn’t get the blood stains out of the—”

“Fuckin’ pussy. I told you to– oompf,” the sound of someone walking into another body, “James?”

“Shut up.”

“You- fuck you. I’ll—”

“B, look.”

“—fucking destroy you, P- oh.”

Evan peeks over the back of the sofa to see James and Barty standing dumbly in the middle of their living room, expressions slack and balcony door wide open behind them. He crooks his fingers again and Regulus whines brokenly, throwing his head back, mouth parting in a perfect little o and Evan watches James eyes bulge behind his glasses and Barty’s tongue lolling out.

Can’t help himself when he grins menacingly, tilting his head and thumbing over Regulus’ cock again, making the man beside him arch.

“I- you seeing this, Crouch?”

“You fucking bet I am, Jamie.”

“Since when have they- How long were we out there?”

“Dunno but I do know I’m not missing another second of this. Budge up, Rosier. You’re going to get your dick sucked so good.”

“Fine with me as long as you do it ass up,” James murmurs lowly, “Gonna fuck that wrong opinion right out of you.”

Barty scoffs a laugh, “You wish.”

“Then dibs on Regulus riding me.”

“You—”

Evan shakes his head and chases the delectable noise slipping out of Regulus when he slips in a third finger.

[starrierknight]

𝟎𝟎𝟓. 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐲

Your puppy missed you while you were at work. Won’t you give your dog a bone(r)?

MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 23' | AO3

wc— 3.1k

pairing— soft!dom!gn!reader x puppy hybrid!sub!yuuta

cws/tags— hybrid sex, collaring ft. a leash, established relationship, doggystyle (m!bottom), butt stuff & pegging (reader wears a strap), strap is referred to as a dick lol, lube as lube, sweet n sloppy style, petnames (“good boy” & “puppy/pup”), praise, biting, implied masturbation/edging near the start, porn w/o plot, sketchy ending haha

After a long, tiring day, the anticipation of returning home to Yuuta was like a warm embrace wrapping around your weary body. Unbeknownst to you, he had spent his day off at home yearning for your presence. Little things, like how he had craved the sensation of waking up to find you nestled beside him, the warmth of your body radiating comfort, but couldn’t because you had left early for work. How he had wanted to make you breakfast because he had finally mastered your favourite; He longed to see that smile on your face, your eyes lighting up as you took that first bite, and to hear your sweet voice uttering his name, showering him with praise for his efforts.

But today, you hadn't been there to give him the gift of your presence, the sound of your laughter, or the touch of your hand. His day had been devoid of the delights that only you could bring, leaving him with an ache for your companionship. 

Until now.

The moment you stepped over the threshold of your shared home and shut the door, Yuuta's presence enveloped you. He came bolting over to you, his footsteps echoing with anticipation, and wrapped you up in his strong arms. His whole body trembled with excitement at the sight of you finally being home, and he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet, familiar scent of your skin and hair.

His soft, black ears perked up, attuned to the symphony of sounds that was your return, and his tail began to wag wildly, a metronome of happiness.

“Hey, puppy,” you laughed, your gentle voice soothing his excitement as you hugged him tightly. His exuberant welcome was a well-known part of your routine, and it never failed to bring a smile to your face.

Your dominant hand, with practised tenderness, wove its fingers into the tufts of his hair, savouring the softness as you gently petted the velvet fur of his ears. The tactile sensation of his warmth and the rhythmic movement of your fingers against him created a soothing connection that seemed to melt away the stress of the day.

You felt his lips pressing a series of wet, affectionate kisses up your neck as he continued to nuzzle you, each kiss sending tingles of pleasure through your body. His lips left a trail of warmth and desire in their wake.

"Why d’you leave for so long?" Yuuta whined against your skin between kisses, his voice a soft murmur. "I missed you," he confessed, his words carrying the weight of longing, his breath warm against your neck, making your heart flutter with tenderness.

"You know why. I had a shift, and I couldn't miss it," you said lightly, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

He whined once more, the sound a mix of desire, and he pressed several long, wet kisses against your neck. His lips left a trail of warmth and moisture, each kisses a sweet sensation that made your skin tingle. He sucked on the skin lightly, leaving a delicate mark that sent a shiver of pleasure through you, and then nuzzled it with affectionately. His nuzzles continued, as if he couldn't get close enough, his breath against your skin.

"But I missed you," he murmured, his words muffled against your skin, but their meaning clear in the way he clung to you, unwilling to let you go. The intensity of his longing filled the room; A plaintive refrain, a reminder of the emptiness he had felt in your absence.

You hummed, your lips curving into a knowing smile as you caught onto the double meaning of his words. Gently, you pulled back within his embrace to get a proper look at his face, and he whined, his expression a playful pout as he tried to pull you closer again. His dark, blue eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and affection, and his longing was palpable in the way he held you. 

But instead of focusing on the lovely baby pink collar he typically wore around his neck, you turned your glance downward to the leash that was dangling from it. He was brought to eye level by the gentle tug you made on the leash as your fingers curled around it.

With the hand that wasn't gripping the leash, you reached out and delicately twirled the silver heart-shaped pendant on his collar, allowing it to dangle before your eyes so you could admire its intricate details. On one side, the pendant spelt his name in a delicate cursive font, a personalized touch that made it uniquely his, that made him uniquely yours.

Turning it around, you examined the reverse side, where a thoughtful message was etched: "IF LOST, PLEASE PHONE XXX-XXX-XXX-XX," with your phone number elegantly inscribed beneath. The pendant wasn't just a piece of jewellery; it was insurance that if he ever strayed too far, he would always find his way back to you. Not that he ever had a reason to leave your side.

"You don't normally wear your leash around the house," you murmured, your voice a soft, affectionate tease. The atmosphere was charged, and you couldn't help but smile.

Yuuta licked his lips. His gaze locked onto yours with wide, desperate eyes. "Please," he pleaded, his voice quivering with anticipation. "I missed you. I need you."

You narrowed your eyes at him, a hint of suspicion dancing in your gaze. "What have you been doing all day?" Your voice held a teasing edge, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity.

He swallowed nervously, his face inching closer to yours, the proximity sending a surge of electricity between you. "Waiting for you to get back," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

A brief moment of silence hung in the air before you pressed further, your tone coaxing. 

"And what else?"

He let out a shaky exhale, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink that matched his collar, his vulnerability adding to his allure. 

"Prepping for you," he confessed, his voice husky with desire. "I'm ready for you. I've been so good all day, just waiting for you." His words were a fervent plea, his anticipation laid bare, and the tension between you crackled like electricity.

Yuuta broke eye contact with you, his gaze darting around the room, his body language a mixture of anticipation and a hint of bashfulness. His tail continued to swish behind him, although now at a slower, more deliberate pace, betraying the depth of his arousal.

"You're prepped? You've been getting yourself all needy and ready for me?" Your voice was laced with a seductive curiosity, and you watched him closely, savouring the intimacy of the moment.

He nodded frantically, his eyes returning to meet yours, wide and filled with a mixture of desire and submission. 

"Yes," he breathed, his voice trembling with longing, "All for you." His words hung in the air. A promise.

You leaned in closer, tugging the leash gently but with purpose, so that his face was brought directly in front of yours, and he couldn't avoid your penetrating gaze any longer. The proximity sent a surge of heat through both of you, and he licked his lips again, his gaze darting to your mouth as you spoke, his anticipation palpable in every movement and breath. He gulped, his throat working visibly.

"And all that time, you didn't make yourself cum? Not even once?" you murmured, your voice a sultry whisper, your words carrying a promise of pleasure.

"Not once," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. The admission was a testament to his restraint and devotion, and it hung in the air, an unspoken invitation to treat the need that had been building throughout the day.

You beamed at him, a soft, affectionate laugh escaping quietly under your breath, and leaned in to nuzzle his neck tenderly. Your warm breath on his skin made him shiver and let out an involuntary whine, his desire and anticipation reaching new heights. You pressed a series of gentle, lingering kisses to his neck, each one a delight that sent ripples of pleasure through him.

"You've been such a good boy for me today," you whispered, your words a sweet, intimate confession of your appreciation. In this moment, the world outside faded away.

His highly attuned ears caught the faint sound of your voice, your praise washing over him like a gentle wave, and the simple phrase "good boy" all but made his knees buckle beneath him. Your words were a siren's call.

You continued to caress the soft fur of his black, puppy dog ears with your free hand, your touch both gentle and possessive. A secret smile played on your lips as you observed the way his breathing quickened and his body responded to your every touch, his chest heaving already.

Without leaving a moment to spare, you tightened your grip on the leash, the cool metal warming in your hand, and began walking through your home. A swift but gentle tug on the leash prompted a surprised yelp from Yuuta, who immediately understood your unspoken command.

He hurriedly fell into step behind you, walking to heel as he had been trained, his body responding with eagerness and obedience. He moved with a grace and fluidity that was almost mesmerizing, but in this moment, he embraced his role as your boy with enthusiasm.

"You've been so good that I think I'll just give you a T-R-E-A-T," you said playfully, spelling out the word with a crooked grin.

Yuuta laughed sheepishly, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "I-I'm not an actual dog, y'know that, right? I can still spell."

You couldn't help but snicker at his response, your amusement dancing in your eyes. "Then why can I hear your tail swishing faster when I spelt 'treat'?" 

Your teasing was met with a soft, genuine laugh from him.

You led Yuuta to your bedroom, your heart skipping a beat when you saw that he had meticulously laid out everything you needed. A surprised but pleased gasp escaped your lips as you took in the sight: your strap with his favourite attachment was ready and waiting, along with all the necessary additions.

"You weren't exaggerating when you said you were waiting for me all day," you mused, your voice laced with admiration, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him.

You pointed to the bed and clicked your fingers, a command that he obeyed without hesitation. He immediately started stripping his clothes off, his movements a blend of desire and submission, before settling onto the bed, his body ready and eager for you.

As you stripped off your clothes, the air in the room seemed to crackle with anticipation. Your gaze snapped to the pink jewel of the plug that was snugly nestled inside his cute hole, catching the light and shimmering in the bedroom's soft illumination.

"Aw, puppy, you're so eager," you teased, your voice a sultry purr as you stalked over to the bed, your strap securely fastened. "You've been wearing it since I left?"

Yuuta blushed a marvellous shade of pink, far darker than the pastel of his collar or even the jewel on the plug, and he whined, his desire evident in every movement. He needily rubbed his thighs together, a silent plea for the touch he had been craving all day. 

His hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, a testament to the restraint you had taught him to exercise. He fought the urge to answer the call of his need, just as you had instructed him, but his imploring gaze met yours with those irresistibly puppy-dog eyes. His tail thumped rhythmically against the duvet of the bed, an expression of excitement that couldn't be contained, and his chest rose and fell quickly with each breath, the anticipation building to a fevered pitch.

You crawled across the bed towards him, moving with a slow and deliberate sensuality. Settling yourself between his thighs, you took hold of the plug that had been teasingly nestled inside him, and with a wicked grin, you began to withdraw it at an agonizingly slow pace. His response was immediate, a keening sound escaping his lips as he squirmed beneath your touch. The pleasure and anticipation danced in his eyes, mirroring the desires that flowed between you, and the room was filled with a heady lust.

"Aw, pup, you're so cute when you moan," you cooed sweetly, your voice a tantalizing contrast to the sensations you were causing him. As you tossed the plug to the side for the time being, you focused entirely on the intimate connection between you two.

Reaching for the bottle of lube he had thoughtfully laid out in advance, you drizzled a substantial amount over your fingers, ensuring no shortage of slickness. Your fingers then found their way to his needy hole, and he moaned, his shoulders drawing up to his ears, his back arching in response to the delicious sensations that rippled through him. The pads of your fingers began to work their magic, massaging and teasing his prostate, each movement a slow, deliberate tease that left him trembling with desire.

All the while, his aching dick had been left untouched by you, and it was painfully hard and flushed, dripping with pre-cum for your attention and touch.

"F-Feels so good… ah! Ah, fuck," Yuuta cried, his voice a desperate chorus of pleasure as he squirmed beneath your touch, the torment of your slow, deliberate movements driving him to the brink.

You laughed at him, a sultry and knowing sound that sent a shiver of anticipation through him. 

"I've been thinking about this all day, y'know," you purred, your voice heavy with desire. "Coming home and treating my puppy to what he deserves." 

After a little while longer, you removed your fingers, satisfied that Yuuta was thoroughly prepped and stretched. With a practised movement, you positioned Yuuta's body so that he was on all fours for you, his head and chest cushioned by the pillows. The sight before you was an alluring one—his strong body open and vulnerable, ready for your intimate touch.

You teased his hole with the head of your strap, the anticipation of what was to come causing Yuuta to let out a needy whimper. Your skilled hand came to massage the base of his tail where his soft, black fur transitioned into his pale skin, a delight that sent shivers down his spine. The world narrowed down to the two of you, the room filled with the sounds of your shared desire, the intoxicating scent of arousal.

You leaned your body over him, your presence all-encompassing, and without any further warning, you slammed your strap inside his pretty hole. Yuuta let out a noise between a scream and a moan, a symphony of pleasure and pain, as it filled him up all the way. His muscles under his fair skin quivered in response to the powerful thrust, his body yielding to your dominance.

"There's a good pup, taking me so well," you cooed, your voice a mixture of affection and desire, as you began to move at a steady pace inside him. 

Every thrust was a sensory overload for him, the intimate connection deepening with every movement, the room filled with the sounds of his desperate moans, and the wet, lewd noises that accompanied your movements as you thrust in and out of his ass, expertly hitting his prostate. 

“T-Thank you… You treat me so well,” he moaned before whimpering your name out again. 

Yuuta's ears were pressed flat against his head as he took you, his body responding instinctively to the forceful pistoning of your hips. Every movement was synchronized with yours, which left his body quivering with the effort to keep from collapsing completely at your touch.

He braced himself against the pillows, his moans muffled by the soft fabric as he bit down on them, seeking some form of release for the burning tension that coiled between his thighs and deep inside him. The room was filled with the sounds of his desperate cries, the scent of arousal, and the sensation of your bodies moving in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.

"Don't be shy, pup. Tell me how good this dick feels," you laughed, your voice a sultry whisper, as you leaned down to press your chest against the bare, sweaty skin of his back. The intimate contact made him keen, his body responding to the sensation.

"Ah, f-feels so perfect… You're so, fuck, you're so… Ah, so good," he whimpered, his words a half-choked moan of pure ecstasy. 

The connection between you both was electric, and his desperate cries only added to the symphony of pleasure that filled the room. 

As you continued to thrust inside him, you smirked and unleashed a barrage of kisses and biting marks across his neck and shoulders. Each sensation sent jolts of ecstasy coursing through his body, and he couldn't hold back the scream of your name that tore from his throat. The pleasure was intense, building rapidly, and he was dangerously close to climaxing. The sensory overload was overwhelming, an all-encompassing ecstasy that left him gasping and heaving for breath as he came all over the sheets beneath you both, leaving a sticky mess.

"Good boy, making such a cute mess for me," you cooed into his ear, your voice a tender whisper filled with affection, as his body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure. You continued to kiss his neck, the sensation of your lips against his skin offering a soothing contrast to the intensity of the climax he had just experienced at your hands.

"Mm… I'm your good boy," he mumbled into the sheets, his voice soft and content, his eyes drooping with post-orgasmic bliss as he looked over his shoulder at you.

"Yeah, you're my puppy, my sweet little thing," you murmured into his neck, your words a gentle caress against his skin. Your hands continued to massage his sensitive body, your touch both soothing and intimate.

Yuuta smiled sleepily at your praise, his tail wagging steadily and brushing its soft fur against you. Just like that, the room was filled with a sense of peace and satisfaction once again. That being said, it was only a matter of time before he needed you tomorrow after you came home from work, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that…

a/n: this is my first time ever properly writing a hybrid fic, so apologies if it's not up to scratch LOL. i hope you liked it though :3

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[yandere-kokeshi]

— Bloody, fucking red!

Pairing: Yandere dabi x afab reader.

Summary: Dabi wants to help with your period. So, why don't you let him?

Warnings: Yandere behavior, period sex, doggy style(?), oral sex, fingering/eating out, soft-dom Dabi.

This is not proofread — this is on queue.

Might do a part two. This was supposed to come out on valentines day but hey, it's out ig.

“Doll, why don’t you let me help?” Dabi asked behind you, cringing at your painful groans.

Sighing, you dig yourself further into the bundle of pillows and blankets, “No… It’s icky.”

“Icky?” You heard him laugh, “What are you, a child now?”

You rolled your eyes, before groaning from the immense stabbing you felt in your lower abdomen. Gosh, did cramps really have to hurt this bad?

You heard Dabi sigh, feeling hands drag along your back and thighs, weight being sunken into the mattress behind you. Turning around, you saw Dabi kneeling over you before kissing your cheek and nose.

“Bambi, I promise. It’ll help with the cramping and bloating. I can show you the damn article.” He looked at you with his icy-blue eyes, trying to convince you to agree to the ‘romantic’ intercourse.

“But–” You stopped, starting to chew on your fingernails with overblown thoughts.

“But what, baby?” Dabi repeated, before smirking at his thoughts. “I know you’re having a hard day. Plus, I know sitting on my face always brightens you up.”

“Dabi, it’ll get messy–” You try to protest. But he brings his face closer to yours, pulling his mouth to your ear before whispering.

“—I like it messy.”

Finally, you nod — a slow, agreeable nod that Dabi took right too. Climbing over you, Dabi took his shirt and pants off, only leaving him in his boxers.

Dabi gets under the sheets, crawling between your legs, making sure to grab a pillow to slip beneath the small area of your back for comfort.

With him laying on his stomach, you felt embarrassed. Uneasy at this position and spiraling thoughts that made the situation worse. What if he leaves you? Or he get fed up with how you bleed and doesn’t let you finish? Or how—

“Hey,”

Slowly, you meet Dabi’s gaze, a soft yet stern look in his eyes. “Stop overthinking. If you want me to stop — tell me.”

You nod yet again, throwing a smile at him before feeling your shirt being pulled off, exposing your stomach and breasts with his warm hands kneading at your skin; feeling his face move downwards, kisses being prepped all over your tummy.

Letting out a shaky sigh of relief, you feel Dabi knead the soft swell of your breasts in his palm. Hearing him hum at your hardened nipples, he looked up at you before speaking.

“Spread your legs.”

Within a second, your pants and panties were guided off, being thrown into the abyss of the semi-larged bedroom.

Dabi pulls you closer to him — earning a small yelp out of you, a small chuckle coming from him.

He pulls your knees over his shoulder before diving in, his tongue meeting your center. He started off slowly, smearing and licking your growing slick and blood all over your entrance, nibbling softly at your clit and squeezing your thighs affectionately.

“Fuckk,” He groaned, making direct eye contact with you. “You’re so fucking sweet. This pretty pussy is my favorite meal.”

You moaned, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. God, it felt really good.

Dabi continues his abuse, the sounds of slurping and occasional deep groans combined with your needy whines, all your negative thoughts and feeling of ‘ickiness’ were sucked away. His thick muscle was flat against your clit, tracing tight but quick circles.

“Cum for me, do it dollface.” He demanded, voice slightly muffled by your thighs clenching around his head. “Come on, you can do it. You're doin’ so well baby, this is all ‘for me, yeah?”

“Shit!” You moaned, embarrassment rushing through you. You tug at his hair, hearing the way he eats your cunt. It’s sloppy, erotic — lewd. Wet noises fill the room, it was borderline disgusting, yet so hot.

Your tummy starts tightening — almost too tight like a rope ready to rip apart.

You came, clenching around nothing as his fingers spread your pussy, licking all the blood and slick that had slid down. Making sure to slurp and suck more as your sensitive pussy carved more stimulation.

Suddenly, the front door had two bounding knocks. Which resulted in both of you turning.

Dabi smiled though, “Guess the pizza is here. Should I go out like this, baby?”

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[leeknowlover99]

Enhypen’s favourite sex positions

warnings: explicit content, mdi

masterlist

Heesung

Spooning - he loves this position as it does not require too much energy, it’s perfect for late night fuck or sloppy morning sex. and as Hee gets needy often this would be his go to position. he can play with your boobs and clit. you can kiss messily or he can just nip at your neck. and after you’re done you can snuggle and drift back to sleep.

Bending you over the counter - as we already established Heesung gets needy often. and when you’re far away from the comfort of your bed the easiest thing to do is to bend you over the nearest available surface for a quickie. thrusts fast and rough chasing his high. maybe a hand around your throat if you’re feeling freaky.

Jay

Oath - he loves how you feel so fragile in this position and the fact that he can watch you all the time. both of you kneeling, Jay positioned behind you. you steading yourself against the mirror. both of you watching your bodies sweating and moving together. Jay’s eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he grabs you by your jaw and kisses passionately his thrusts picking up a faster pace.

Missionary - Jay loves missionary, it feels so intimate to him. how you are able to kiss while he slowly makes love to you. he loves when you grab his shoulders and leave little scratches when he hits that particular spot. or when you pull on his hair and kiss his neck.

Jake

Doggy style - it is perfect in his opinion. he just wants to see your ass all the time, grab your cheeks and spank you as you arch your back for him, it drives him insane. and when you do this little thing and push back to meet his thrust and grind on his length, he is in heaven. he loves it fast and rough but i think he is still quite loving during it.

Cowgirl/reserve cowgirl - he just loves you being on top, taking control, bouncing on his dick as he leans back and watches you with the cocky smile. however he does not last long like that. he needs to touch you, kiss your neck and play with your boobs. and when he’s had enough he will just grab you ass and thrust up in you from below watching you fall apart. he’s big on eye contact during it.

Sunghoon

Flatiron - he just loves the angle, the fact that you feel so tight around him makes him crazy. he loves everything about this position, how you arch your back and meet his thrusts, how he can pepper your back in kisses, how great your moans sound muffled by the pillow. he can go slow and sensual or be rough with you.

Lying down and facing each other - he loves it because it is very intimate and allows you to keep eye contact and have access to each other bodies. usually he goes for it when you make love, slow and passionate, limbs intertwined together, exchanging sweet kisses and whispering sweet nothings.

[wtfdemother]

After a Long Day

CW: Day 2 of Kinktober 👻🤝 yes. soft, steamy, shower sex. thigh job, sloppy kisses, murmured praised. i just wanna be held—who said that? not proofread, it’s early. NSFW

You come stumbling into the house after a long day of work, working in the same line as your husband could be tiring. Not because of him, no, you barely even saw him that day. It was because of the nature of your job. Sharing the world on your shoulders really puts a crick in your neck.

You slump onto the couch, your shoes kicked off in the hallway unbothered to arrange them. You fall asleep.

“I’m home, Schatzi,” A tired voice rang through the door, König comes shuffling in, shrugging off his baggage. His gaze falls to the kicked off shoes sitting in this way, a breathless chuckle escapes out his nose. “Oh, my love…” he groans as he picks up your shoes, setting them side by side with his.

He spots your sleeping form on the couch and beelines to you. You wake upon feeling his lips on your forehead, blurry eyes blink open as you try to focus on the loving man in front of you.

“I’m home…” he repeats in a murmur, you grin as he gives you a second kiss. “Welcome home,” your words come out drawled, thick with sleep, your movements sluggish as you drape your arms around his shoulders for a hug. “Didn’t see you all day…”

He carries you to the bathroom bridal style, you bury your nose in the crook of his neck. He smells of a heavy odour, something sharp and strong. He smells of the outside, of hard work and home. The sandalwood of his cologne and the mix of his sweat mingles in your senses, shushing your mind. He’s here and that’s all that counts.

You shed your clothes and enter the shower, letting the warm water cascade down your bodies, purifying you from the deeds of the day, washing away the grime. It’s soothing, your muscles relaxing under the warmth, expanding. You let everything go, not bothering to hush the moans that leave your lips as your husband trails sloppy kisses below your ear and down your shoulder. A hand drops to cup your mound, he palms the fuzzy flesh and dips a middle finger down your slit, gathering the slick to your clit. You can feel him adjust himself behind you, slipping his semi-erect member between your thighs. “Shhhh,” he begins to thrust himself, nipping at the skin of your neck. “You did so good today… I’m so proud of us.”

You whine at the slow pace, feeling the slow build of ecstasy pooling below your navel. He shushes you anew, gently circling your bud, a calloused finger deftly rolling in a steady motion as your slick coats his shaft. He cups a breast, squeezing at the ample flesh to watch the fat pool out between his fingers, your pebbled nipple pressed against his palm. “I love you…” he whispers into your skin, his words a sacred vow. “Meine Sterne, mein Alles. Ich liebe dich so sehr…”

The pace increases, but never in a hurry, neither of you are. Your pants grow heavy, tilting your head up to gaze at your loving partner, leaning your weight against his sturdy frame. His lips meet yours, muffling your cries as an orgasm you didn’t even know had crept on you crashes over your senses. He can feel your pussy throb against him, coaxing his weeping dick in your juices.

“Schatz… I’m close,” he says strained, his thrusts desperate as he nears his release. Your thighs tighten around him, his hands paw at your flesh, grabbing handfuls as he fucked between your legs. A shuddered moan leaves him, he hugs you impossibly close as he releases into your hand as you palmed his leaky tip, his heavy cock pulsing between your thighs. König pants into your ear, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

You sigh in contentment, the sounds of the shower going, filling the room with the steam, your husband drifting his eyes shut as he holds you close. “Let’s get to bed, handsome.” You murmur into his hair, kissing the wet locks before shutting the water off.

The night was spent in tangled limbs and whispered promises for tomorrow, you both slept peacefully in the safety of each other.

[subskz]

I dunno if you're into feminization, but if you are...

Feminization with Hannie <333

Dressing him up with pretty white lace lingerie with white thigh highs held up by a white garter belt, and topping it off by making him wear a short skirt that just barely covers up his ass (and making him bend over to grab something that you "accidentally" dropped on the floor, watching how the skirt rides up and shows off his ass and panties entirely). Tying his hair up into cute little pigtails with cute little bows. And doing his makeup all glittery and pretty.

Teasing him in front of a mirror, showing him just how pretty he is dressed up like this, lifting up his skirt to show him how adorable his hardened cock looks like in his lace panties. Your fingers gliding up his chest and touching his nipples through his pretty bralette. Telling him how the stockings make his thighs look extra plush with the way the they squeeze his thighs.

and then making him cry all of his pretty makeup off when you fuck him in a full nelson position with your thick strap. Not pulling his panties off but just pulling it aside to shove your strap into his cute hole. Fucking him dumb, watching how his little pigtails bounce up and down. The ballgag in his mouth doing absolutely nothing to muffle all of his embarrassing sounds as he drools and ruins his pretty lip gloss, crying and making his makeup run down his cheeks. And poor baby has to witness himself getting fucked all dumb on your strap in the mirror. Watching as you fuck up into his sloppy hole, hitting the right spot over and over again. Telling him, "Don't you look so pretty Hannie?" praising him over and over til he can't even think straight <3

yes hehe i’m into it! coincidentally the most when it comes to hannie n binnie so needless to say i feel unspeakable things over this 😵‍💫

jisung in white lingerie is so so perfect, both bc of the purity aspect and how gorgeous his tan skin would look against it <3 and a GARTER BELT accentuating his itty bitty waist‼️ that’s just the cherry on top…the prettiest lil angel dolled up just for you to admire and toy with to ur heart’s content!and even if it makes him so shy there’s no way to hide how excited he gets seeing his reflection in the mirror, dressed and styled exactly how you like as if he was made for u~

lifting his skirt to reveal how hard he is for you is sooo adorable esp if he was leaking precum to form a lil stain in his underwear…yknow how he’s got that cute habit of forming anime girl legs? imagine if he curled his knees in and pressed his thighs together bc he’s so embarrassed seeing himself on full display like that 💔

the visual of his pigtails bouncing and his ballgag smeared w drool and lipgloss is gonna make me crazy…even w his mouth stuffed he’d be moaning and whining so sweetly for you, n it’d only get louder when you start to whisper praises into his ear, telling him to look at himself in the mirror or you’ll stop moving, how beautiful he looks being ruined by you, calling him your princess, your pretty girl, your good girl ♡ the way his cheeks burn red as tears and mascara run down them makes for the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen

and of course once he’s been fucked senseless and messed up his pretty outfit w his cum, you press soft kisses to his neck n murmur that he looks even better like this 😽

[konigsblog]

cod men favourite positions

characters mentioned; price, soap, ghost, gaz, könig alejandro and rudy.

tw; smut, of course.

price; price adores missionary, anytime he can look into those adoring eyes, it drives him wild. forcing you to maintain eye contact with him, whether that's during a blowjob, or as he's fucking your brains out. just can't get enough of your watery, needy eyes as he fucks into your tight hole.

soap; i can see johnny preferring cowgirl, loves watching you bounce on his girthy dick, slamming yourself back down needily, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap as you lower yourself, feeling him in your cervix. will throw his head back and groan when you clutch onto him, rubbing your clit desperately.

ghost; doggy style. i know a lot of people aren't gonna agree with me on this, but simon riley is an ass man, through and through. broad hips smacking against your ass, watching as it bounces with each thrust, or pushing your head down into the bedsheets to muffle your sounds, slapping your tight rear a few times as he shoots deep inside your cunt. mix of degrading and praising.

gaz; reverse cowgirl. like i said with ghost, an ass man, absolutely loves seeing your ass bouncing on his dick, especially if it's anal. grunting and grasping at your hips, letting you do all the work 'til your exhausted and can barely move your legs, lifting you up and bucking his hips into your ass hole. praises you for taking him so well, hard thrusts into your ass, becoming faster as he chases his orgasm.

könig; missionary. enjoys looking into your eyes and seeing his effect on you, struggling to take his massive girth and length, only when he bottoms out will he become rougher, starting off gentle before losing himself inside your pussy. either that, or cowgirl. enjoys when you ride his cock, setting your own pace and watching as your tits bounce, pulling you down sucking on your hardened nipples.

alejandro; lotus, needs the skin on skin contact, giving him an easy chance to suck at your neck and nipples as he bucks into your hole. practically straddling him, sloppy kisses as he moves down to your jaw, one hand grasping at your ass and the other on your waist.

rudy; spooning, his arms wrapped around your waist with his cock easing into your slit, pushing inside 'til he's bottomed out in your cunt. your back to his chest, feeling his heartbeat as his hands wander - lingering near your chest as he grabs at your tits. thrusting into you and turning your head to make out with him slowly, slow and gentle sex as he praises you.

ignore any typos, shit posting before i go to bed (if i do..)

[sardonic-the-writer]

You van now marry me because I am interested in your tf2 headcanons

Tell me more please

so happy someone asked for this. giving your forhead a big fat smooch. also, i would habe included tracker in these, but i feel like that would have been a bit self pretentious

scout

• good artist. has drawn tom jones fanart before

• knows a little bit of french; his mom made him learn. also knows a few french songs because of this

• bisexual but battles with it a lot

• really appreciates his teammates and conciders all of them—except for maybe spy—to be his best friends

• terrified of medical procedures and terrible at hiding it

soldier

• brightest blue eyes you've ever seen

• wears underwear with the pattern of the american flag on them

• doesn't know it's not normal to have gay thoughts. literally would kiss a man sloppy style and then not understand why everyones looking at him. probably straight, but makes exceptions

• has had his hands cut off at least five times before. it's getting concerning at this point

pryo

• uses asl with their team and teaches those who don't know. they'll still use muffled sounds to communicate though

• has no gender actually. not trans, not cis, but a secret third thing

• aroace! latches so strongly onto platonic relationships though its actually insane

• attends bonfires with enigneer sometimes

• has a pair of onsie pajamas that they wear over their suit to bed at night

heavy

• is definitely in love with medic, no doubts to be had

• has a PHD in russian literature! a very smart fella, he just has trouble speaking his mind in english

• gay. so so gay. mlm all day

• the only merc to regularly check out books from teuforts library sans soldier. although he doesn't really check out books, he just yells at the librarian for not carrying sun tzu's the art of war

• sings little songs to sasha in russian

demomam

• has scars all over his chest from an accident with a grenade he had as a kid

• sends lots of post cards and souvenirs to his mom when he's on the job. he really loves her

• actually used to style his hair in dreads when he was a little bit younger, but just doesn't have time to do much with his hair anymore

• so casually bisexual; especially considering it's the sixties and seventies. takes interest in both men and women

• best friends with both his and the other teams soldier!

sniper

• his camper is such a mess all of the time. only ever cleans if he knows someone's going to be visiting, and even then there's a few stray piss bottles laying around

• plays poker & other card games with scout all the time. when they can't bet money, they'll end up using other things to play, like bullets or stray snacks

• thinks he likes both men and women. tries not to dwell on it too much since he gets anxious about it, but at the end of the day can't deny that he finds men attractive as well

• has a mug that says world's number one best sniper that miss pauling got him

engineer

• shortest mercenary r.i.p

• parental figure to pyro

• one of the only good cooks at the base. often ends up making dinner for everyone even if it's someone else's turn to cook that night

• has a prosthetic arm that he built from scratch & spends a lot of his time adding to/upgrading

• probably straight, but the biggest ally you'd ever meet

spy

• genderfluid. has a few lady disguises he's had to use before, and is just as comfortable in them as any other one of his disguises. definitely had gay sex with scouts mom before

• reverts to straight french when he gets irritated or upset

• heavily bisexual and very open about it with any of his partners. a man/womanizer

• the only merc with a sense of fashion to be frank. have you seen everyone else. soldier thinks being naked and covered in honey is the epitome of fashion for fucks sake

medic

• probably knows more about the medical field than any other doctor at the time. is actively dropping some medical talk & procedures that won't even be invented until a few decades later. he's fun like that

• owns one pair of regular clothes. everything else is lab coats and black pants. maybe a turtleneck or two if you're lucky

• super mega über gay for heavy. see what i did there

• also, i'd like to headcanon that he needs glasses because he's nearsighted of all things. it makes performing surgery hard without them

[aohisworld]

curious anon here!

how guilty was jake when he gave aohi a hard time?

for enhypen boys what physical affection do they do to aohi?

do engenes ship enha w aohi?

Hello nonnie! Let’s answer these questions ^^

How guilty was Jake when he gave Aohi a hard time?

Jake was pretty guilty! Aohi has reassured him multiple times that it was okay, and that he had a right to be angry.

Aohi’s reassurances made him even more guilt-ridden though, he didn’t know why Aohi was so forgiving, and it ate him up that sometimes, for a period of time, he actually has cried to Aohi about it.

And she understood, always comforting him as much as he could. She did everything and continues to do anything to calm Jake’s guilt, because it resurfaces time to time.

Jake is thankful for Aohi’s understanding and how she chooses to love him even with their past.

For EN- boys, what physical affection do the boys give to Aohi?

Heeseung -> he prefers placing his arm around her shoulders, a protective gesture. He also enjoys sitting her on his lap, giving him comfort like a weighted blanket does.

Jay -> Forehead kisses, tucking her hair behind her ears, styling her hair. He’s the most domestic with Aohi. He does things a husband does, especially the one where his hand rubs at Aohi’s upper arm whenever it’s cold. He also loves spoon-feeding her, sometimes Aohi thinks she’s being babied more than being a gf.

Jake -> Waist hugs! He thinks Aohi fits so perfectly in his arms, and it’s like a human plushie, when he’s tired, Aohi stands between his legs as he sits and he falls asleep on her shoulder. He also loves sloppy cheek kisses, puffing his cheeks and Aohi lowk hates how her cheeks full of Jake’s saliva.

Sunghoon -> Playing with her fingers, running his hand through Aohi’s hair, playing with the strands, sometimes he likes to pinch at Aohi’s earlobes, not enough to hurt but enough to feel ticklish. He’s the type of person to have a fixation in his partner, so he spends most of his time admiring Aohi’s features.

Sunoo -> butterfly kisses. Sometimes that’s how he wakes Aohi up after sleeping in the same bed together. He turns to her and the tip of his nose makes Aohi sneeze because of how ticklish it is. He also runs his hand through Aohi’s hair, massaging the nape of her neck.

Jungwon -> the most kiss-hungry. Loves giving pecks on the lips all the time (when they’re at home ofc) he’s come into the girls’ dorms and he just sits in Aohi’s bed and takes her face and covers her face with kisses, muffled sounds of disagreement coming from Aohi. He also loves keeping an arm around her waist, protective and possessive sometimes.

Ri-ki -> the type to guide Aohi’s hands to wherever he wants, sometimes he places her arms around his neck to hug, or when they’re gaming, he ushers Aohi to his chair so she could sit while he games. Nape kisses are a must for him! He also loves Cuddles, he’s Aohi’s #1 cuddlebug. He’s the type to already be in Aohi’s bed before she could even ask if he wants to cuddle.

Do Engenes ship Aohi & the boys?

I’d like to say so! Even though Aohi’s relationship with the boys are kept under wraps, sometimes the engenes see how Aohi dotes on her boys, and they can’t help but think that’s endearing.

Obviously some engenes dislike it, but Aohi and the boys don’t put their attention on it because unbothered kings and queen ‼️

[jackassbrainrot]

Slutty bam x ryan

hands on [bam x ryan]

desc: three times bam and ryan couldn't keep their hands to themselves

a/n: very loosely based on dirty mind by 3oh!3, I got so into the idea of these two just being annoyingly horny lol. it's a different writing style than my usual but hope you enjoy anon!

warnings: smut, semi-public sex, handjobs, blowjobs

word count: 1061

the afterparty

A long night of drinking at Kildare's always found another life at Bam's castle. No matter how drunk they got, as soon as they stepped foot in the castle, they somehow found it in them to drink more. And like every night, it ended in the guys scattered around the giant property, some finding their way onto actual beds and others sleeping in places not even Bam's cats would sleep in.

Ryan and Bam were the only ones somehow still standing, well, sitting on the couch, arms flailing around in a pathetic attempt of a fight. "Stop hittin' me or I'm gon' have to tie you up." Ryan slured, trying to keep the younger man's hands away from himself. "Like you could." Bam retorted, still trying to hit his best friend in the head.

The older man cocked his eyebrow, taking the words as a challenge as he used the last bit of his strength to flip the two of them so he was pinning him down, wrists held in one arm while the other unbuckled his belt to wrap around them. Bam's initial screech of surprise and wiggling was soon replaced by an embarrassed blush spreading across his face as he found himself pinned down and tied up on his own couch, his best friend looming over him with a satisfied grin on his face. Fuck, since when was he hot?

His mind raced as he felt himself harden in his pants, knowing Ryan could feel it against his ass from the position they were in. "That's gay, Bam" He laughed, but didn't move. "Says the guy who's got me tied up under him." Bam tries to sound unaffected, but fails, making Ryan laugh again. "Bet you'd love it if I fucked you like this, tied up and shit."

He trailed off at the end, his own words and Bam's flustered state turning him on, before leaning down to kiss him. Bam kissed back, a muffled whine leaving his lips, annoyed that he couldn't touch the man above him. Ryan ran his fingers along Bam's body, lightly touching over his ribs and hips, making the younger man moan lightly, giving him the perfect opportunity to push his tongue into his mouth.

The kiss was wet and sloppy, their drunk state not allowing anything more elegant. Bam squirmed in his restraints, before Ryan bit his lower lip hard, giving him a silent warning. The older man explored every bit of skin with his hands, gently running his fingers across his tattoos, making him whimper desperately.

Suddenly, Ryan's hand reached up to untie the belt wrapped around Bam's wrists, disconnecting his lips and falling onto the couch next to the younger man. "I'm too fuckin' tired, deal with your own boner." He mumbled, leaving Bam high and dry as he drifted off to sleep next to him.

the premier

They were always touchy, so no one really paid it any mind when Ryan's hand snaked around Bam's waist and he leaned in to whisper something in his ear. No one would've suspected that the random hero was detailing how he was going to fuck the skateboarder into oblivion in the bathroom after they were done with the interviews and photos.

No one paid attention to the blush on the young stars cheeks, assuming it was from the heat of the reflectors or alcohol. No one assumed it was because he couldn't wait for his best friend and co star to push him down to his knees on cold hard tile and using his throat to get himself off.

The interviews seemed to drag on for ages before Bam finally found himself kneeling before him, mouth open, tongue sticking out, waiting for him to stick his cock down his throat. Ryan smiled down at him as he ran the tip across those waiting lips, waiting to hear a pretty whine and that desperate "please Ry" before finally sinking down into his mouth.

Bam moaned as the tip hit the back of his throat, his nose buried in ginger hairs as he swallowed around the cock in his mouth. He moved at a slow and steady pace, his tongue expertly swirling around the tip, pushing Ryan closer to orgasm with every move. He felt the dick twitch against his tongue as the hand in his hair tightened, ropes of white liquid quickly coating his mouth as he swallowed them down greedily.

No one seemed to question the fact that the two of them walked out of the bathroom together, or that Bam's lips suddenly seemed fuller.

the mall

They were at the Mall of America filming an episode of Viva la Bam, when the pair came up with the genius idea to lock everyone else in the same store while they went off to sleep alone in the sports store. As soon as the cameras were off and the crew was sent to sleep in an actual hotel, Bam found his way into the tent they set up for show.

Snuggling next to Ryan, he placed soft wet kisses along his neck, trailing along his jawline. "Ry..." He sing songed, his voice filled with lust as he ran his fingers up and down Ryan's arm, trying to get a reaction out of him. "We are not fucking in a sports goods store." Ryan grumbled, but didn't stop the younger man's movements. "We don't have to fuck."

Bam's hand wrapped around the older man's wrist, pulling his hand down to his own crotch, moaning when Ryan squeezed his dick lightly. "Insatiable slut." His harsh words held no malice, on the contrary, a smile spread across his face as he palmed at the smaller man, his moans and whimpers spurring him on.

He turned his head to connect his lips to Bam's as his hand slipped into his boxers, pumping his dick slowly, the precum lubing it up enough so it wasn't uncomfortable. Bam's hand found it's way into the golden locks, pulling them lightly.

Countless moans spilled from the skateboarder's lips while Ryan's hand moved consistently, slowly pulling an orgasm out of the man. He moaned Ryan's name loudly, shamelessly, as he came all over his hand. Ryan pulled his hand out, bringing his fingers to Bam's mouth to clean, which he did obediently, licking his own cum off his best friend's hand.

[mywifeleftme]

315a: Various Artists // Top Teen Bands Vol. 1

Top Teen Bands Vol. 1 Various Artists 1966, Bud-Jet Doing a three-for-one today on this trio of Minneapolis-St. Paul garage rock compilations originally issued in 1966 on the Bud-Jet label, and mysteriously bootlegged on CD and vinyl around 2005. With the exception of bluesman George “Mojo” Buford (on Vol. 2), none of these acts ever managed to cut an LP, and a few barely managed to get a single out. The Twin Cities had a decent little rock scene, and these comps give us 16 bands across 36 tracks, good, bad, and bluhgly. First time opening these guys that have been sitting on my shelf for ages, let’s see what we’ve got.

Top Teen Bands, Vol. 1

Underbeats — Our Love (How mad were these guys in the late ‘70s when they realized the name Undertones was just sitting there. A really sweet little jangly acoustic ballad with hand-drummed percussion and pretty harmonies; a minor gem, but a gem nonetheless.)

Accents — Muffin' Man (Yes, it’s a garage rock version of the nursery rhyme. The Accents really show off some unfortunate brand name synergy with singer Kenny Sand’s borderline offensive British impression. Listen If You Like: Imagining if things hadn't worked out for Mick Jagger with the Stones and he'd ended up making humiliating novelty records for children.)

Only Ones — With this Kiss (Not those Only Ones, those Only Ones, or even those Only Ones, the Minnesota Ones released a single 7” in 1965. This is the A-side, and it’s instantly forgettable. Stay tuned for the surprisingly great B-side way over on Vol. 3 of this series though.

Deacons — The Baldy Beat (I like this dude's madcap holler. The band doesn’t sound nearly as sloppy as his vocal, which creates a sort of tension as they wiggle and buckle to stay with him that makes this feel like it’s rocking harder than it actually does.)

Corvets — Can It Be (An instrumental with a cool blown-out, almost dubby sound: super dry, scraping guitar, muffled percussion, buried sax, organ just playing octaves, the tight bassline arguably the most melodic element. I wonder if this weird sound is due to a shoddy pressing, on either the original or the bootleg—the version on YouTube is also faint, but sounds more conventionally mixed. In any case, I’m into it.)

Gregory Dee & the Avanties — Buzz, Buzz, Buzz (Farfisa organ-led R&B, total bop. We’re going to be hearing a lot of the Avanties on this comp, and it can be a little feast or famine with these guys, but this is a good start.)

Muleskinners — Muleskinner Blues '65 (An emissary from the Wisconsinites; rockabilly, pretty satisfyingly wigged-out.)

Rave-Ons — Whenever (A passable Beatles close-harmony ballad rip-off, though they're just a hair flat; one guy’s even specifically trying to do John's voice while the other does Paul.)

KanDells — Cry Girl (These guys baaaaarely have it together, truly amateur hour.)

Aaron Brothers — Lean Jean (An Everlys/Holly style quick one, various satisfying thwacking emphases on everything. The chorus feels like it's so close to indelible—maybe if they repeated "Lean Jean Seventeen" twice before hitting that "Yeeeeah" instead of just once? If you know of any other octogenarian garage rock musicians who could use structural notes on their stuff, DM me.)

Gregory Dee & The Avanties – (Folks, they’re back with a forgettable version of the Frogman Henry song.)

Underbeats — Foot Stompin' (Speaking of feast of famine, the Underbeats close this set pretty much the opposite of how they opened it with a weak rocker featuring surprisingly limp harmonies.)

Overall: A collection of genuinely obscure sides that real genre sickos will probably want to know, although nothing on Vol. 1 is essential. Standouts: Underbeats’ “Our Love”; Corvets’ “Can It Be”

See also: Vol. 2 / Vol. 3

315a/365

[blackkiwi]

✿  Inazuma characters with their Cowgirl spouse ✿

Bull Session 

𐐪𐑂 ♡ an: Finally after procrastinating for like a 2 months i finished the newest addition to the series!! Arataki Itto!!,, Enjoy 

warning +18 ahead 

𐐪𐑂 ♡ cw: mdni, mean itto?/ slight body worship, creampies, Full nelson, doggy style, soft dom Itto, black!reader, pure filth, heavy breeding kink,,, dawg fucks you stupid

Arataki Itto:

We all know man is swinging a horsecock let's be real.

This big dumb oaf who loves fucking you till your squirting and clutching oh his dick, losing himself in pleasure when the two of you make love,,,Fucking you while standing against the wall in your shared bedroom is a all time favorite, having his hands on your plush ass,, the constant bites and nibbles on your ear as he mindlessly shoots loads after loads into you, stuffing you full with cum. Yet you still wanted more!, eagerly holding his face-"Please Itto, fuck me more,, wanna feel you in m' tummy, wanna have oni babies with you!" sweetly kissing him,, your tail swinging side to side from pure bliss, mewling like a common whore. A voice like honey, Itto’s grip on you begins to loosen. “Wanna feel me in your tummy huh?”,, 

Don't worry he’ll give you just what you want - with a smirk he readjusts himself out of you,, lifting your legs up above your head, leaning in, your chest now squished against his own. Sturdy hands keeping you in place.,eyes drawn hypnotized even to his strong muscles as they flexed from his actions..to stupid to pay attention to what he was doing till he places his tough hands against your face.. "MNNngh??¿!!~☆”  Bullying himself back into your pussy pushing in truly deeper kissing your g-spot like never before,, The grip on your face tightens as he begins to whimper, pressing his head against your own,, glistening in sweat- mouth agape simply melting from your addicting pussy he was once again at your mercy. 

The pace,,the filthy sound of both your juices now drooling on the floor, but neither of you care. "Wanna have babies so bad huh? H-h a, I'll breed you as many times as you want!” Setting you down and pulling out once again, your pussy twitching feeling both your nectar oozing out,,, watching with a smirk on his face, he did that. Filled you so good, and is ready to fill you even more, he then turns you around and lays you on the bed’s edge on your tummy, grabbing your horns like there handles and drills deliciously back into you like no tomorrow, heavy balls slapping against your ass,, "Itto!!? I- im mhM!!" feeling his tip abuse your cervix♡, “I can't wait to see your plump breasts fill with milk and watch your cute self swell with our kin,," he coos; cock well known for thickness splits you apart once again. He grazes your neck and back with wet kisses while one hand snakes down to your clit pressing hard, rubbing in a fast motion,, Sending strong shocks of pleasure all over. Your arms at this point lost their strength,, Face now squished on the bed babbling iloveyous to itto,,,he just fucks you so good,,you're mind is already shooting blanks,,,as he continues gripping you're horns harder, the unyielding position of the man’s hips never slowing pace. Until the coil tightening inside of him finally snapped, grunting sweet words into your ear. 

You feel his hot seed impregnate your walls. Keeping you trapped underneath for a while as you both relax from your orgasms, legs now feeling like jelly, and yet you still can’t get enough. Mind fucked to stupid;  fogged with lust you begin rolling and pushing your hips against his own, Getting a low grunt from the oni above you “A-again?? Haven't you had enough? such a greedy girl- Trying to drain me aren't you.” Letting a muffled whine as Itto gives your ass a nice grab, chuckling at the view of your sloppy pussy "Just let me rest a bit.. you have way too much energy.." Pulling out; a ring now clearly visible at the base of his cock, glops of white essence pooling on the sheets. A bit out of breath the red oni lays next to you, hands massaging your soft tummy and now sore hips. The shuffling noise of you turning to face him. Basking in each other's comfort you litter gentle kisses on his cute face. Thinking to yourself maybe a well deserved nap would be nice.

The night is still young after all.. 

☆ﾐ

[yuujilogy]

trouble (gojo satoru x reader)

REQUEST:  what do you think about fem reader and gojou sensei having a secret relationship like they’d be sneaking late at night to fuck or smth but they have to keep quiet or else the other students will hear esp with them thin ass walls

| PAIRINGS:  satoru gojo x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: smut, explicit, little bit of degradation, little bit of cum play, breeding kink if you squint, exhibitionism, rough, unportected (be safe), grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 2,745

A/N: OH FAWWK YEA  some gojo spice to make things more interesting!! kinda went off with this one bc c’mon, we all know gojo is freaky and sexy in bed 😳 anyway i hope this is what you expected !! enjoy !!  ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Satoru pulled you inside of his room as soon as he opened the door after knocking just once. It was almost as if he couldn’t wait anymore, capturing your lips in a feral kiss as he pushed your back against the door to close it, you both moaning into each other’s mouth as his hand groped your ass to press you against him.

It’s not like you minded these kinds of escapades with rough sessions, where Satoru just threw you over the edge over and over again, showing his stamina off and fucking you stupid.

But right now, you were at the dorms of the Tokyo facility at midnight, where the other students and teacher were probably already sleeping soundly not that far from here. When he called you to this room, you thought he wouldn’t actually take the risk of taking you to bed, considering your relationship was still being kept a secret from your professional lives for two reasons: you were both teachers, and the heads above were just assholes who wouldn’t let Satoru−or you−hear the end of this.

Well, turns out this man is still full of surprises even after two years of dating, revealing at least one to you almost every day.

“S-Satoru…” you said between kisses, your hands flying to his hair that was already styled down due to the absence of his blindfold. He pulled away and looked down at you, smirking. Oh, he knew what was coming. “W-We are at the school right now, Gojo. What if they hear?” Your cheeks were already heating up, flustered by the surprising, wet kiss.

Satoru limited himself to let out a low laugh, his free hand caressing your cheek with slender cold fingers before travelling to the side of your neck. You could barely see the brightness of his blue eyes thanks to the moonlight coming through the windows.

“And what about it?” Satoru said indifferently, the hand previously on your ass making its way to your hip, too slowly it was sending chills down your spine. “You scared everyone will hear how I make this pussy mine the whole night?” his hand cupped your centre, making you jump and gasp. “I can already feel how wet you are just from some sloppy kissing, baby. I wonder if I could just slip my cock inside.”

God, you hated to admit it but he was so right. Satoru was always right and knew the right buttons to push at the right moment. You couldn’t help the grinding of your hips against his hand, already throbbing and clenching around nothing, in need of relief. Your hands grabbed the frame of his shoulders, moaning softly as you tried reaching for his lips once again. Yet he didn’t give you the chance to get what you wanted, pulling farther apart from your face. You complained with a huff, frowning, and he kissed your forehead.

“You’re so whiny tonight, baby. Better keep quiet.” He started making his way towards the bed with you, making you fall over your back, positioning himself on top of you. “Because I sure won’t hold back with you this time.”

With ease, he unbuttoned your jeans with one hand before pulling them down along with your panties. Both of his hands gripped your thighs, opening your legs to feel the chill weather hit your centre, feeling way too exposed. You were so sensitive already for some reason, you had to cover your mouth with your own hand when his fingers started rubbing your clit softly, your hips starting to move involuntarily trying to meet his movements.

You don’t know if it’s the fact you must stay quiet regardless of his sweet torture, or if it was the way he overpowered you so easily, but you were so turned on right now.

“So fucking wet already” Satoru groaned under his breath, more to himself than to you, the friction coming to a stop. Uncovering your hand to complain, you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan when two of his fingers entered your warm core. Talk about timing. The sting of being stretched open feeling so good, arching your back as you bit your lip harshly. He knew your body so well and the fact you liked a little bit of pain from time to time. He chuckled. “You’re such a wet mess, Y/N. This dirty pussy is swallowing my fingers so easily.” Satoru brought his face to the exposed skin in your neck to start sucking softly at your sweet spot behind your ear.

It was too much. The risk, Satoru’s fingers and demeanour, and just overall the situation. All of that was making you feel so aware and sensitive, making it harder to control your whimpers.

“F-Fuck, ‘toru. I need-“ your words were interrupted by his fingers increasing their pace and going deeper, hitting the perfect spot inside of you, and, before you could make another sound, Satoru kissed you roughly, swallowing every single noise. He could feel the way you were tightening around his fingers, letting out small cries, and smiled against your lips before pulling away with a string of saliva between you.

“You naughty slut,” his fingers left your insides, looking at his fingers covered with your slick and then back at you. “You thought you were going to cum with only two fingers, didn’t you?” he guided them towards your mouth, which you gladly accepted by sucking them, tasting yourself, without breaking eye contact with him. “Are you that desperate of letting everyone know who makes you feel this good?”

You could only nod, humming around his fingers with pleasure before releasing them with a pop, your lips coated with a mix of your juices and saliva. Gojo pulled away from your body to get rid of his shirt, unbuttoning his pants afterwards and pulling them down, his throbbing hard cock springing free. Your mouth salivated at the sight of him wrapping a hand around his shaft, pumping it a few times while staring at you.

Satoru totally loved this sight: you spread open for him, your tortured wet cunt in display waiting to be ravaged by him. Only him. Just the thought of it made him eager to finally be inside you, his thumb smearing the pre-cum over the tip of his cock as he bit his lip. God, he wanted to ruin you so badly.

“You’re so lucky I can’t wait to fuck you either” Satoru almost growled as he positioned himself again between your legs, his nails digging in the flesh of your legs to spread them further apart, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You held back a whimper as your small hands rested against his stomach as he was entering you. “Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

And almost too easily, he slides inside of you with a steady pace, his long hand covering your mouth as he bottoms out with just one thrust. You instinctively want to put your legs together, but Satoru’s hands didn’t let you, his nails digging into your flesh. His long cock was rubbing exactly where it had to, your insides pulsating and clenching around him. The feeling of his hips connecting with yours in such rough manner was too much you couldn’t help the heat in the pit of your stomach from appearing, throwing your head back with a muffled sob before you could even stop it.

Fuck. Satoru could cum from this sight alone, watching you tremble around him as his free hand lifted your shirt to reveal your breasts, squeezing them as you tried your best to stop the moans from coming out. You were sinful. Fuck. Fuck.

“Look at you” He started circling his hips still inside you, rubbing your inside walls deliciously. “Fucking losin’ it over some cock” the way he was degrading you this night, in this exact place where anyone could hear was way more pleasurable than you would like to admit.

Satoru didn’t want to hold back anymore, pulling almost completely out before slamming back roughly, even pushing your body back due to the force of his next thrusts, quick and deep. If it wasn’t for his hand still covering your mouth, you were sure your loud moans would be joining the wet, slapping sounds filling the room. Satoru was actually being nice here, helping you stay quiet as he kept hitting your g-spot repeatedly as he growled lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, knowing he went crazy whenever you did that.

Oh, but he wasn’t going to be nice anymore. His hands grabbed your waist tightly, leaving your mouth suddenly uncovered as you looked up to him through hooded eyes, mouth hanging open, drool starting to run down your chin as you gasped for air instead of making any sounds because, god, you were about to break at any point now. Satoru started controlling your movements, impaling you with his cock however he pleased with his own force, as if you were his fuck toy. You threw your head back, grabbing a pillow and biting it harshly because, lord, have mercy, you were about to scream if he kept fuck you so good.

“Yeah, just like that, baby” He was basically using your body as a toy to pleasure himself, looking down at the part you were connected to each other, biting his lip and letting out a sigh of pleasure as he continued his rough thrusts. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of you was so perfect, your juices coating every inch of himself; you were born to take his cock, nobody but him could pleasure you. “Mm, fuck, I’m making such a mess out of this sloppy cunt. You hearing that? So wet it’s almost pathetic.” Your mind was going blank at this point, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs started shaking around him as the pillow muffled all your cries of pleasure, feeling that familiar heat in your core.

You were close and Satoru knew it. He was fucking you stupid this early into the night and he could go for hours now that he was actually fired up. He wanted to make you struggle a little more, so he decided that throwing away the pillow you were holding onto with dear life was a good idea. Your eyes opened in surprise, no longer being able to hold your moans at the lowest volume, raising higher in tone as his thrusts went by. He wanted to hear you come apart, secretly wanting the rest of his colleagues to hear how you were falling apart in pleasure because of his ministrations to your pussy. One of Satoru’s hands flew to your cheeks, squeezing them roughly to make you look at him, his thrusts slowing down a notch, but still going deep.

“You wanna cum around my cock, baby?” He asked through heavy pants, a smirk never leaving his face as he watched you struggle to form even a word. You whimpered a little louder this time. “C’mon, say it. You can do it. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up.”

“P-Pleawse.. Nghh… Satoru m- Ahh!” You babbled non-sense through your moans, and you knew it, the pleasure being too much for you to handle right now, the grip in your face making it even harder to speak. God, you were actually pathetic, huh? All you needed to do was answer one single question and you would be seeing stars. But Gojo thought that was enough for this one time. Only this one time.

“Please, Satoru” He mocked, ridiculing you and releasing your face to grab your legs once again, spreading them open as you shook uncontrollably and continued with his fast pace. Tears started forming around the corners of your eyes due to the stimulation and how close you were to bursting, your walls pulsating around his cock so badly as he hit your cervix with every thrust. “You’re allowed to cum, baby, don’t hold back.”

And that was all you needed to throw you over the edge, head falling back with a silent sob once again as you squeezed the sheets into your fists. Satoru chuckled lowly, placing a finger over your mouth to remind you to stay quiet but you were far gone, still shaking for the still ongoing orgasm you were having. You bit Satoru’s finger subconsciously to avoid your whining getting louder. It seems he was also a sucker for pain as he was the one to let out a louder than before moan, bending over to get closer to your body, his face mere inches away from yours.

“F-Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you up so good.” The way you were squeezing around him was suffocating and the pain he was feeling from your biting was also bringing him closer to his release, his thrusts becoming sloppier and erratic as his free arm helped him for support when he grabbed your face again as you looked at each other. Everything else was a blur except for his cloudy eyes, foreheads pressing together as he kept groaning all the way through his release. You squeezed with the little force left in you, expecting to push him over already. “Ugh, yeah, just like that. Fuck, yes… Fuck, Y/N!”

He captured your lips into a sloppy kiss, muffling his own groans of pleasure as he stilled inside you, painting your walls white with every spurt as you felt him throb inside you, moaning against his mouth as he grinded against you. Satoru was cumming too much you started feeling it dripping out of you with the small movements of his hips. He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily as you both were coming down from your highs, and smirked, caressing your cheek and pressing another kiss to your lips, softer this time.

“God, baby…” a low chuckle escaped him as he pulled away, pulling out from you as he saw his seed coming out of you. He felt himself throb again at the sight. “We made such a mess.” Satoru gathered some of his cum in his fingers and smearing it in the outside of your walls. You whined hoarsely as you watched him play with his own release with his fingers, his cock still hard for another round.

After all, he was a big fan of sloppy seconds.

“Well, whose fault is that?” You kicked him weakly with your feet, rolling your eyes in annoyance, even if your body was feeling numb. You enjoyed it, of course, but reality was hitting you like a truck right now. It almost seemed as if Satoru made it his goal to actually get you both caught. Oh, girl, if you knew. “You sure are dumb.”

“Oh, c’mon baby, don’t be so mean. There’s no way we were heard.” Satoru pouted, his whole demeanour changing quickly as if he didn’t just fuck you into oblivion a few seconds ago. He opened his mouth to say something else, but the sound of his phone inside of his forgotten jeans interrupted him. “Wait, someone is calling me.” He pressed a kiss in your forehead and stood up quickly, roaming through the room to find his phone to answer it. The light of the screen lighted up his features before bringing it to his ear. “Yeah, my dear director~?”

Oh, no.

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about, hehe~” Satoru laughed sweetly, scratching the back of his head and sparing you a quick glance before a blush creeped up his face. You frowned. You knew the director Yaga wasn’t just calling to talk with your boyfriend at 1am on a Friday. Hell, he wouldn’t call Satoru at all if he could. “Haha! That’s funny because− What? Y/N?”

Oh, no, no. Please, no.

“I mean, yeah but− Yeah. Yeah, I understand” He let out a loud sigh, closing his eyes in frustration. You swore you could hear Yaga’s loud, angry voice all the way to where you were. “Right. Yeah. Goodbye.” Satoru hung up and gulped harshly when he felt your glare piercing through his thick head. He turned to look at you with a sweet but nervous smile, forgetting the fact he was still fully naked. You could almost see the cold sweat running down his face. “Teehee~, we are in trouble.”

You were actually going to kill him.