#they be nastyyyyy

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Ifrit and Alpha getting horny while sparring hehehehehe

The issue is not that Alpha once again managed to immobilize Ifrit - for the fourth time in their forty minutes of sparring - the issue is that Ifrit is on his back on top of him, legs pinned down by Alpha's, and held in a solid chokehold, the older fire ghoul's bicep pressing firmly against his throat.

Oh, and Ifrit is very, very fucking hard in his tight little shorts.

He can't move, the thing is - can barely breath and that's only because Alpha is letting him. Even his arms are useless, because the second Ifrit tries to use them - to claw at Alpha's own, to push himself off the ground, Alpha tightens his hold, cutting Ifrit's airways off.

He really should tap out and go take care of his aching problem, but there's something so fucking good about the way he can feel Alpha's chest rising in time with his breathing, their clamy skin sticking together, and- well. The press of Alpha's equally hard cock against Ifrit's ass is a nice bonus too.

And, if Ifrit is honest, there's something thrilling about being overpowered when you're a notoriously strong bastard. Maybe that's why being thrown around on the mat by Alpha is one of his favorite passtime.

Alpha shifts slightly, panting in Ifrit ear, using his own legs to part Ifrit's wider, and there is no way it's unintentional. The manhandling makes Ifrit's dick twitch. Fuck, he's so hard. A chuckle rumbles in Alpha's chest.

"Gettin' a little bit excited ?"

Ifrit is about to retort that Alpha is in much the same situation, but the older fire ghoul cuts it off.

"Well, go on. Your arms are free."

Heat pools in Ifrit's belly, though his face burns at Alpha's suggestion.

"I- here ?"

They didn't lock the door - didn't had any reason to, at first. Anyone could walk in. It wouldn't be a first, but fuck, the idea of getting caught never gets any less humiliating. And arousing.

Ifrit strains to suck in a deep breath, Alpha's arm still weighting on his throat. He wonders if the slightly dizzy sensation is because of the lack of oxygene or the way all his blood rushed to his cock.

"Yes, here. Come on," Alpha coos, "be a good boy and touch yourself. Must hurt, mmh ? Don't you want to feel good baby ?"

Alpha is right, it does hurt and oh, that tone- Ifrit would do anything for him if he just kept talking to him with that tone.

Ifrit's hand shakes when he reaches for his cock, palming it through his short. He's been hard for so long, dick straining against the fabric and leaving a wet stain, that even such a light touch has his whole body jolting, which only makes the choking worse, which only makes him harder. Fuck.

"Sensitive," Alpha chuckles, "come on, take it out, let me see it."

With a whine, Ifrit fishes his cock out, giving it a good stroke that makes his eyes roll back.

"There it is. Already soaking, uh ?"

Alpha is lazily rolling his hips, apparently more invested in watching Ifrit touching himself, obscene wet noises making his ears twitch. Ifrit gasps at one particular good stroke, whimpering pitifully when he finds he can't fuck into his tight fist, with how Alpha is still keeping him still.

"Sh, sh, don't pout now," the older fire ghoul huffs, "focus on the head, mmh ?"

Ifrit does, and it's so much, with how worked up he already is, he nearly puts his hand away, but Alpha tuts in his ear with that admonishing lilt to it that burrows itself under Ifrit's skin and forces him to keep torturing himself.

"Attaboy, keep going, come on."

At least Alpha's voice is breathier now, chin hooked over Ifrit's shoulder to really see his struggle.

"Ah- fuck, Alpha, too much-"

Fangs scrape against Ifrit's neck, but what really makes his rythm falter is the tail sneaking between his legs, brushing his balls.

"Alright, slow down, let's make it easy for you, mmh ?"

It's a short-lived relief, because then Ifrit can feel Alpha smilling against the side of his head.

"Use your other hand and play with you tits for me."

Ifrit's pretty sure he blacks out for a second.

Make it easy for you, Alpha said. Right, and Ifrit's the Queen of England.

He knows damn well Alpha revells in the way Ifrit's trying to writhe - to no avail. But Ifrit doesn't have the strenght to fight him, so he obediantly gropes his own chest, whinning all the way through.

And then it gets worse.

"You'll come for me like this, pretty boy, and then i'll see if I can pull those filmsy excuses for shorts to the side and fuck you like this," Alpha growls in his ear.

Ifrit let out a sob.

[tojisun]

john price + simon (ghost) riley x fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; threesome; creampie; objectification (a lil); dom john, switch ghost, sub reader / so i spiralled...

john groans as he spreads your folds apart, feeling your tender skin twitch at the press of his muscles, before he hears a whine tickling the base of your throat only for the sound to be muffled by the fluff of the pillows.

"c'mere, lieutenant," john says, his voice barely above a whisper, but simon's trained ears pick up the order and john hears – given that he's unwilling to look away from your winking hole – the way simon slides up from the bed before dropping down just behind john.

"fuck," simon rasps when he sees you, his voice sounding strained himself.

john can't fault him, not when he is still dumbstruck at seeing the way your gaping pussy is leaking, their shared cum dribbling out of your cunt in messy trickles, the viscous liquid almost webbing when it gets snagged by the little hairs on your skin.

yeah. fuck indeed.

"cap'n," simon whines from behind him and john turns, abandoning the lewd image that you make if only to see what john knows were the beginnings of simon's pleas.

"yes, lieutenant?"

john has to bite down a smirk at seeing the smallest of trembles that racks simon's body.

"once more," simon mumbles, all breathy and shy. "can i fuck her once more?"

john lets out a long hum, pretending to think about his response. they hear you mewl on the bed, your hips swaying at simon's words, but the two of them feign pretenses as they continue to gaze at each other.

finally, john rumbles, "go on, lieutenant." he pulls his hands away from your body, patting your ass in faux comfort, before making room so simon could slide towards you.

simon obeys the quiet command from his captain, his big bulk claiming the spot that had belonged to john. john nods in approval before turning to pat the top of simon's masked head.

"you've been such a good boy for us, simon. go on. use her."

john finally allows himself a wide smirk at hearing you and simon moan at the same time, the gravity of his words – of his use of simon's name – echoing in the room, filling up the buzzing space.

he squeezes simon's shoulder before falling onto the lone chair in the room. he'll join you and simon in the next round but for now, john will enjoy the show.

[bunniidollii]

trailerpark!rafe 🤝 spanking like need i say more

it was the small things that set you off, always leaving you in a bad mood for the rest of the day whilst rafe had to deal with your attitude. he tries his best to be patient, but when the whining turns full temper tantrum, he’s had enough and is quick to bend you over his knee. at home it’s easy, the car is risky yet still possible, but in public, you’d find yourself escorted (practically manhandled) to the nearest empty room. and that’s how you found yourself, mid summer bbq, hips uncomfortably trapped between the sink and your boyfriend’s form leaning over you. first it was because the dress you had planned on wearing turned out to have a massive stain all down the front. then rafe took too long getting ready, and you ended up late. they then ran out of veggie burgers, so you were stuck eating the squeaky halloumi while your boyfriend devoured his burger. a neighbour had made a comment about the length of your skirt, which left you snappy with anyone else who attempted to make conversation with you. it was after a nasty run in with your aunt who had never approved of your relationship, that led to rafe pulling you into the small downstairs bathroom. he was quick to flip up your skirt to expose your backside that was barely covered by the white lace you were wearing. his calloused hands pulled at the thin material, causing your hips to rise slightly to avoid the friction and a whine to leave your lips. a hand was placed over your mouth, and rafe tugged harder on your panties in response, before finally speaking.

“you havin’ fun embarrassin’ me out there, with all your whining— hey, don’t you go stomping your feet now” his gruff voice was cut off when you tried to do your usual attempt of retaliation by stomping your feet and whinging until rafe gave in. annoying him beyond extent always got you your way, while the little punishments to try and stop you only spurred you on.

“things weren’t going my way—” you were cut off by a sharp slap on your ass as rafe pulled your panties impossibly higher, with the friction against your clit causing you to let out a light moan. “things don’t always go your way, kiddo, you gotta learn to deal with that.” another slap as his free hand snaked around your throat, “cant be going round havin’ a big ol’ tantrum when something don’t end up how you wanted it to, s’not how real life works.”

rafe gave you another few slaps, leaving a blush of red subtle enough to not draw attention when you returned to the bbq. “you gonna stop being such a crybaby now, doll?” you were turned around, still wedged between your boyfriend and the counter, but facing him instead. he could see the tired look in your eyes and knew you were bordering past your social battery. you just latched your arms around his neck, rafe following your cue as he picked up your legs to wrap them around his waist, picking you up and setting you down on the counter. you just pawed at the collar of his shirt, not bothering to look up at him as you sank into his embrace. “gotta handle just an hour longer, and then we can head on home, alright? and we can forget all about today in a bit, i’ll take care of that, don’t you worry.”

“yes daddy” the familiar doe eyed look on your face as you stared up at rafe with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

“‘s rafe, baby” he reminded you before placing a quick peck on the lips as he helped you rearrange yourself to your former socially acceptable state. he guided the two of you out, and you stood happily by his side for the rest of the evening with the hope of rafe fucking you brainless when you got home.

[dulcetmclaren]

ain’t nobody taking him from you gigi i promise. he’s safe from their clutches 😻

what if i say this is fanfic worthy. can someone plspls write

[yinyuedijun]

heartbroken that the localization team translated yukong jiejie into "madam yukong". put the intimate homoerotic relationship back into the writing asap please

[ball-of-butter]

i come back to say that maven's back had to be somewhat arched in that bathtub scene. he did not take his heat suppressants or something. because like what was that.

[astras-ender]

*comes back still coughing yet less angry*

alright you tricky bastards, you win this round...

[gaypeople]

[antxnous]

Look I rlly don’t give a shit abt the canon or the anti-implication. There is a 0% chance you keep a fella around for 30 years, work crazy close with him, give birth to an empire, go that insane to erase him off the face of the earth, and y’all didn’t fuck once. man bye.

[lunar-gl1tch]

they were insane for this

thank you aoyagi-san thank you production team who put the chain on him I hope you have a good day

[scrollonso]

i fucking HATE dr pepper (as im drinking a dr pepper)

[mychlapci]

Of course rodimus has marathon length masturbation sessions. Sadly for him, he seems like the kind of guy to just pass out afterwards, forgetting to clean up or charge his toys. Next session they're all either dead or die in the middle of it 😔. Happens multiple times a week. Cut to Rodimus grumpy and horny at the next meeting. His solution might just be to buy more toys, but we all know hes a disorganized fuck

Cant stop thinking about how Drift has now seen both Rodimus AND ratchet piss themselves though. I cant think of any scenarios where drift would piss himself unfortunately. Though he'd look cute holding his crotch, rubbing his thighs, banging on the washrack doors. Every so often his waste valve loosens, letting a few drips, a squirt, a longer leak out, causing his whole body to stiffen in place. All while knowing he's got a very limited amount of time before his body decides it just cant hold back any more, his own willpower be damned.

Maybe it could be a sex thing for him, collared with Ratchet holds his leash, telling him he can hold out just a bit longer like the good mech he is... and, inevitably, looming over him as he makes Drift clean up his mess on his hands and knees.

mhmmm Rodimus overloading himself into recharge and waking up still lying in his own fluids... bonus if his waste tank doesn't hold and he ends up squirting over himself, waking up sticky with a dead toy still lodged in his valve...

also, yet again it all circles right around to dratchet debauchery ⬇️⬇️

honestly i love both scenarios, Drift unable to get into the washracks, increasingly more and more desperate as he keeps looking over his shoulder to make sure no one's around to see the piss slowly leaking down his thighs as he struggles to hold it, entire frame tensing up, plating quivering...

but i really like it when someone's watching, so i'm super inclined towards Drift, after seeing both Ratchet AND Rodimus have an accident, figuring out that he's insanely turned on by it and he finally braves up to tell Ratchet... Ratchet probably fusses about it for a while, saying it's a bad idea (probably too embarrassed to admit he kind of enjoyed pissing himself) but ultimately he cracks. next day, Drift wakes up and is immediately forced to drink an energon cube, loaded with fluids the entire day until his waste tank is full and swollen and he's barely holding it in, squirming as he kneels on the floor. his fingers curl and tap nervously against his spread thighs, he's not even allowed to close his legs. Ratchet's above him, maybe he makes Drift suck his spike, so he can't even grit his teeth, running his hands over Drift's finials, his neck, where he knows he's most ticklish... Drift slowly starts leaking, unable to help himself... Ratchet scoffs when he sees his pretty thick thighs stained with piss, calling him a bad, bad mech. Drift's array twitches, the humiliation burns even if he knew it was coming, but the relief is so great he can't stop pissing himself... Ratchet then pushes his head down to the floor and tells him to clean it up, and Drift has never been so hard and wet in his life... maybe his spike and valve pop out, then Ratchet slowly fingers him as he licks his own mess off the floor as a reward for obedience...

[carefulfears]

i love the genie lady from je souhaite because you can tell she knew scully didn’t like her around mulder and was a bit suspicious of her and she was rlly enjoying it

the genie is the only person who perceived scully's deranged territoriality and said BET!!!!

[maythray]

broooo the real scary scare-r from tonight was the amount of mildew in my fucking toilet god DAMNNNNNN

[shinyvibrava]

I refuse to believe people actually enjoy krispy kreme donuts

[infaethible]

omegaverse is so funny to me. you can SMELL the babys in someone. goddd silvercandle where everyone thinks they hate each other but it was actually courtship and nobody figures it out until he starts smelling pregnant. hes like "well obviously candle is the father. are you stupid" and everyone is baffled