#those lips were pretty lustful tho

[drulalovescas]

Literally no one in the entire world:

Dean when looking at Cas:

[kurosaaki]

THINKING ABOUT SOFT DOM!TOJI.

WARNINGS: smut—soft dom!toji, vaginal sex, big dick toji, creampie, unprotected sex, size kink (i guess?), praise, pet names (doll, baby, princess), use of ‘slut’ (twice), use of ‘bitch’ (once). this has absolutely no plot lol.

SUMMARY: toji is not known for being a gentle lover. but sometimes, once in a blue moon, it happens. the stars collide, the planets align and suddenly he’s treating you like his princess. don’t get too comfy tho, he’s still a bastard even in his softest moments.

TAGS: @driaswrld

A/N: my first jjk post ever ahhhh bye im doing cartwheels. reblogs are appreciated!

Toji's eyes softened as he watched the tiny tears welling in your eyes, realizing that the pleasure was almost too much for you to handle. He caressed your cheek gently, grazing your tears with his thumb.

"Shh, s’alright, doll," he whispered soothingly, his voice gentle and comforting. "I got ya. We can take it even slower…”

Toji began to withdraw, his movements feverishly slow and temptative, easing the pressure on your sensitive walls, making you feel a familiar warmness building up withing you.

His lips pressed against your forehead, his voice filled with reassurance. "Big breaths, doll. Feel it, let yourself adjust, baby. We don't have to rush…yeah, that’s it."

Toji wasn’t a very gentle lover when it came to sex. He was all about spanking, hair-pulling, light choking, hickeys, dirty talk…you name it. But once in a blue moon, he’d change his ways with you on the bed.

Tonight was one of those nights.

Shallow thrusts, small whimpers leaving your lips and his ragged breaths filling the room. Your wetness coating his cock, his balls sticking to your slick cunt with each thrust. It was all too good for you to not roll your eyes back in pleasure. He peppered soft kisses along your neck, his dark hair grazing your skin making you tickle.

You were in heaven.

“Toji— just like that, please…” You moan as he thrusts slowly, stretching your tight walls at a slow yet agonizing pace. Your legs locked around his waist, keeping him on a lock that’d drive him crazy as always.

“Like that, huh? Y’like this feeling, don’t ya?” he mumbles, “Being stretched up by me, gettin’ your pretty pussy pounded? Such a good slut. My good slut.”

You couldn’t help but let out small whimpers of pleasure, and his name slipping out of your lips like a prayer. It made him feel powerful. It made him feel like his only purpose was this— to make you drench in pleasure, to drive you over the edge of lustful insanity.

His lips curled into that well-known smirk of his as he listened to your pleas. He changed his pace, his thrusts slow and deliberate, relishing in the tightness of your walls, the way they clenched around him with each hard thrust.

He loved making you feel this way. He loved the feeling of your nails scratching his broad back—to see the marks the next morning—, he loved the way you arched your back as if to seek for more, he loved how you looked so tiny under the man he was.

He savored the feeling of your warmth enveloping him, the way you clenched around him like crazy in response to his movements.

His hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. He circled it slowly, teasingly, intensifying the pleasure that you were feeling

"Tell me, princess," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky. "Does this feel good, huh?"

“Feels so good. So good, Toji—feel so full” you moan at both the feeling of his fingers circling your clit and him inside you, “Oh, Toji, right there!”

Oh, how he loved hearing that.

His fingers continued to circle your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send jolts of pleasure through your body. He increased the pace of his thrusts, his movements becoming more intense as desire coiled tightly within him as well.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. "Feel me, all of me."

His hips met yours, each thrust hitting that sweet spot that made your toes curl and dig your nails deeper onto his back.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking sexy when you're like this, doll. Moaning my name, begging for more. Like a bitch in heat”

There he is. No matter how loving, how patient, how smooth or how gentle he tries to be, he still has that demon inside him. You can’t blame him— because you like it.

His movements grew more forceful, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he chased his own release, and yours as well. You could feel the familiar tightness coiling in you, driving you closer to the edge, making your walls squeeze him.

“Holy fuck, doll!” he gritted between his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again,“You’re squeezing me s’tight, damn it— I’m not gonna last long if ya keep it like that”

He gripped your hips firmly, his hands guiding your movements as your legs locked around his waist. His thrusts grew more relentless, hitting deeper and harder with each stroke.

“T-Tojiii,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut as you bit your lip, “I’m gonna cum! “Please, please— cum inside me!” you whisper, almost breathless as your mind tries to form sentences.

As your legs shake, he holds you steady, ensuring that you're fully supported as you feel the waves of pleasure crashing down onto you.

It’s not long before he breaths in sharply, a small grunt coming out of his lips as he feels he’s letting go as well.

His forehead rests on your shoulder as he gives the last sloppy thrusts, breathing fast as he cums inside you—just like you asked him to.

For a moment, time stood still as the intensity of your orgasms consumed you both. He was still inside you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composture, at least.

He gathered you in his arms, pulling you close in a tender embrace. "You were incredible, princess" he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "So fucking good. But we’re not done yet— just gimme 5 minutes and i’ll show ya more” he said, chuckling to himself.

Oh, you were in for another sleepless night.

[leah-lover]

Reward. Mary earps x reader.

Smut 18+

Mary being an ass girl.

After training your day was very chill. You would usually divide the house shutters between you and those girlfriend Mary in order to get them done quicker.

This day though has been even more quiet than usual. You finished your pigeon of the work way before Mary did, so you decided to lay on the couch and wait for Mary tho be done. Little food you know that that decision will change your entire day.

Mary was upstairs doing laundry, when her phone beeped and the lock screen opened. You usually don't pay attention to Mary's phone believing that in a relationship people deserve privacy.However, what you saw shocked you.

You knew that the goalkeeper had a thing for your ass. She would touch, slap, tease, and squeeze it whenever she could. She didn't mind that you were in public or with your friends and family. Putting her hands on your ass felt like an impulse she couldn't control. You often used this weakness over hers to your advantage. You would coarse her to change her mind or do something that you wanted just by offering her full control of your ass. In sex she lived fucking you from behind offer just ticking your ass whenever you wanted to be closer to her and when you make her nad she punishes you by spawning you until your ass was red.

So your girlfriend's lock screen wasn't as much of a shock than a surprise that caught you off guard. Mary had put a picture she took off your backside on the beach when you were on vacation in her lock screen. Your ass was zoomed in and out took the entire screen.

This gesture surprisingly made you happy so you decided to reward your girlfriend for it.

So you left the couch and went straight to the bedroom closet. You put on a pair of sexy red lingerie, just like your girlfriend liked. These lingerie were a bit special because your ass was completely bare. You then did your hair and makeup pretty quickly and situated yourself on the bed.

It didn't take long after you finished for Mary to be done too. She expected you to be on the couch as usual and when she didn't find you she started talking for you.

“Baby where are you?”she asked

“Upstairs in the bedroom, love .”you responded.

Upon getting in the room her jaw was on the floor.

“What did I do to deserve this?.”she asked.

“Well baby I was your lock screen and I thought I would reward you for it. Tonight you can do whatever you want with me.” you said seductively.

Mary didn't waste any time. She quickly took off her shirt and got on top of you. She kissed you roughly, like your lips were gonna disappear.

“ You are so fucking beautiful.” She whispers in between kisses. She then moved on to your neck marking it so that everyone knew it was hers. She sucked your purse point harshly while moaning your name. You were already crazy for this girl but her actions make you go crazier. After she was done with your neck leaving enough bruises on it she took your bra off.

“You are so fucking sexy baby “she whispers again her voice full of lust.

“fuck Mary.”you moan as soon as she had your nipples in between her teeth. She gave each breast a large amount of bruising which only resolved in you being a moaning mess and the juices between your legs to drip down to the sheets.

“Baby please, I need to feel you inside me.” You moan out loud.

“ I want to you too come while I am fucking your beautiful juicy ass.”she ordered.

She then got up and went to your toy drawer and picked out the biggest strap you had. You only took that strap once and you remembered it being a rough challenge.

“Mary, I don't think I can take this.” You say hesitantly

“ Of course you can, baby.” she doubled down, fixing the strap to her core.

She then flipped you s on that your ass was in the air. She then situated herself behind you and slid the tip in. You whined and squirmed at the size of it but mary didn't flinch. She slowly pushed the whole strap in.

“That my good girl who takes what I give her “she praised you. She quickly loosened you up, thrusting faster and stronger.

“ I don't think I can take it “ you moan.

“yes you can baby you can take it “she cooed her hand on your back soothing you.

You knew Mary had pace but today she reconfirmed it to you. She thrusted harder and stronger in you by the second. She would occasionally squeeze your ass giving it a few slaps.

“I want you to touch yourself slowly “she ordered. You obliged to the order and you started touching your puffy needy clit while moaning Mary's name.

“ Move faster baby I am gonna come and I want us to do it together “ she said.

It only took a few minutes before you both came at the same time.

“ do you want me come in your ass baby “ she said a few moment before her release.

“ Yes baby, please come in my ass please.” You pleaded before yours.

After you both came down she gave you as a few kisses before she asked

“Who does this ass belong to ?”

“To you. my ass belongs to you “ you confirm while panting from your orgasm.

[atzaurora]

[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] ℱ𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 ℒ𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔.﹙김홍중﹚(1.1k)

𖥔 student!gn!reader x teacher!hongjoong ; teacher x student, secret/forbidden lovers ⸼જ You and your teacher, Mr. Kim, are having some 'fun' in between lessons... ➤ imagine (smut) .ᐟ.ᐟ 18+/smut content, MDNI!!! teacher/student relationship, age gap (10 years, 18 & 28), unprotected sex (oral), m receiving oral sex, power imbalance, public setting (in school), dubious consent/morality .ᐟ.ᐟ

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It was wrong. So, so wrong. Not only was he ten years older than you, he was also your teacher. But the forbidden nature of it only added to the intoxicating allure. How could you resist when Mr. Kim had been so quick to respond to the way you flirted with your gaze, his dark eyes locking onto yours in class, silently acknowledging the unspoken tension between you?

And now here you were, kneeling beneath his desk, giving him the best head of his life, your lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing erection as his breath hitched with every flick of your tongue. ── ࣪˖ MORE BELOW

"Fuck, just like that, sweetheart," Mr. Kim groaned lowly, his voice dripping with lust as he tangled his fingers into your hair, tightening his grip. He guided you, pushing your head down further, forcing more of his thick length into your mouth.

You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on taking as much of him as you could. His tip nudged the back of your throat, and to your surprise and satisfaction, you managed to suppress your gag reflex, allowing him to slide in even deeper. Your hands gripped his thighs tightly for support, steadying yourself as you bobbed your head up and down, creating a rhythm that had him moaning in approval.

His head tipped back slightly, his lips parting as he lost himself in the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him. "You're doing so well, Y/N," he praised, his voice thick with pleasure, the hint of desperation barely concealed as his hips bucked upward slightly, urging you to take more.

You opened your eyes again, peeking up at him, your gaze wide and innocent despite the sinful act you were performing. The sight of your pretty eyes staring up at him while you sucked him off made him smirk, a dark, twisted smile that only fueled the heat growing between your legs. "So, so pretty," he muttered, his hand shifting from your hair to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing over your flushed skin.

There was something about the way he looked at you through his glasses—those deep brown eyes gleaming with lust behind the thin frames—that was absolutely mesmerizing. It was fucked up in the most exhilarating way. You could never get enough of those eyes, the way they burned into you during class when he couldn’t touch you, couldn’t act on the desires that simmered beneath the surface. He knew it, too. He knew exactly what effect his gaze had on you, and it only made his control over you more delicious.

"Come on, baby," he growled softly, his voice rough and strained as he neared his climax. "Just a little more... I'm almost there." The tremor in his voice sent a thrill down your spine, knowing how close he was, how much power you held in that moment.

You rolled your eyes back, hollowing your cheeks as you increased your pace, the wet sounds of your mouth working his cock filling the small, private space under his desk. His hips bucked again, more forceful this time, and his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. He groaned at the sensation, his grip on your head tightening.

Moments later, you felt him twitch in your mouth, and with a loud moan, he released thick ropes of cum, spilling into your throat. You swallowed it down without hesitation, his salty essence coating your tongue as you continued to milk him, making sure to take every last drop. Only when he was completely spent did he pull out, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

He cupped your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze as he inspected you with a smirk. "Let me see, angel." His thumb tugged your lower lip down, and you obediently opened your mouth, showing him that you had swallowed like the good girl you were.

"Good job," he murmured approvingly, his voice soft but commanding. His words of praise always had a way of making your knees weak, and he knew exactly how much you craved his approval. "You deserve to be rewarded, don’t you?"

Mr. Kim leaned back in his chair, still catching his breath, and casually reached for the grade sheet on his desk. With the same pen he used for marking assignments, he jotted down a perfect A beside your name, the sound of the ink scratching against paper filling the otherwise quiet room.

You chuckled, the sound light and teasing as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and began fixing your hair. "Thank you, sir," you whispered sweetly, your tone laced with playful innocence as you climbed out from beneath the desk.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a half-smile as he turned to look at you. "We’ve talked about this, darling. Call me by my name when we’re alone." His voice was gentle but firm, the authority in his tone unmistakable.

You leaned down, brushing your lips softly against his cheek from behind, your breath warm against his skin. "We’re still in school," you teased, your voice low. "I have to stay professional, don’t I?" The irony of your words was not lost on either of you, and you both chuckled at the absurdity of it all. Nothing about this situation was professional in the slightest.

He shook his head, his laughter soft and warm as he gestured toward the door. "You’d better get going, sweetheart. You don’t want to be late for your next class." His tone had shifted slightly, taking on a more serious edge now that the moment was coming to an end. The bell would ring soon, signaling the end of the break, and you needed to be gone before anyone noticed anything suspicious.

You nodded, gathering your things as you prepared to leave, but not before sending him one last mischievous smile. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Kim. Oh, and you might want to fix your pants before the students start coming in," you added cheekily, nodding toward the evidence of your earlier activities.

He glanced down, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he quickly adjusted himself, his eyes narrowing playfully at your teasing. "Go on, get out of here," he muttered, though there was no real bite in his words. He loved how you always managed to leave him wanting more, even after you’d just given him everything.

With a wink, you slipped out the door, the thrill of what had just transpired still buzzing in your veins.

[lore-smaus]

Sukuna, the king of curses. Also known as sadist by those who didn't know any better than to shiver and tremble on his presence.

Sukuna, the king of curses. Also known as a filthy masochistic pervert who loves to be hit by his pretty and mean wife. It was a mere accident at first, pulling his hair while he thrusted into your soppping wet cunt.

He let out the prettiest of sighs. If it wasn't for you almost fucked out thoughts, you would've teased him. Which you do, only smirking at him and leaning to kiss him and pulling his hair. Your lips and his clashing against each other with passion and lust that was almost overwhelming.

Pulling on his bottom lip and pulling his hair once again, you could see, admire even, how beautifully he rolled his eyes back. A groan leaving his throat and rolling onto your ears.

But the best part? Oh how his thrusts were sloppy, fucking onto you with enthusiasm and newfound fervor. Cumming almost instantly when you pulled his hair again.

He makes sure to let you know that he enjoys it tho, but he has an issue, he can't cum unless there's some sort of pain: be it on his ego or physically. But his ego wouldn't let his wife torment him and see him in the prettiest and most fucked out state he's ever been.

Might as well just spank him, no?

A/N: I was THIRSTY and couldn't stop thinking about masochistic and sadistic sukuna. Someone chain me to a tree

[didyoulookforme]

need you tonight

part of give me a moment (aka stylist au as briefly described in this tag)

warning: 18+, smut. probably grammatical errors, typos.

au masterlist here

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“sorry—‘m sorry”

you’re pretty sure those are some of the only words that stumble past his lips as you go down on him. perhaps an apology for his ring getting tangled in your hair, trying to keep you close. but to be honest, the more cynical part of you hopes it's pure regret for fucking someone else just hours before.

it was not strange for you to crave a nicotine hit at this time, more often than not stepping out the bus to smoke a cigarette or two prior to calling it a night, that first inhale always making your head buzz a little as the all-too-familiar warmth runs through your limbs, a much welcome sensation to try leave the tiredness behind.

every day was like clockwork. bus arrives at the venue. stage and lighting are assembled. band soundchecks. you have a quick dinner. then it's time for him. after all, it's what you're here to do, work as matty's own personal stylist during the tour.

you had no clue luck had finally struck when you opened those dms earlier this year.

(13:43) trumanblack: hey (13:43) trumanblack: i found your profile via my friend (13:44) trumanblack: i really like your style n you look pretty cool

(13:58) trumanblack: sorry if this sounds creepy. promise i'm a real human tho (13:58) trumanblack: x

you didn’t recognize him. however from a swift scroll through the feed, you gathered that his name was matty. apparently the front man of a seemingly popular band with a fanbase head-over-heels lusting for them.

mostly him, though.

you couldn't help but gaze at his lanky frame and pale skin adorned with ink, zooming in on certain posts to try decipher what they were. he definitely had a point of view when it came to dressing himself—sometimes a bit messy and chaotic, but for the most part pleasing to the eye, a quality you appreciated given your line of work. his seemingly playful demeanour across photos made it seem like he was perhaps younger than you, this time a google search confirming that, in fact, he was born three years later. april 1989.

countless press photos appeared under his name and you spent the next half hour swiping back and forth between articles, finding him intriguing enough and giving you the surge of confidence to respond.

and that's basically why you're leaning against this tour bus now. the friendly banter with a stranger led you to travel the world and do what you enjoy most. the fancy clothes. the colourful glitz. the wild after parties. this stuff that you always dreamed about was somehow now your own reality that you often had to pinch yourself to ensure you weren't just passed out cold on the sofa back home.

however, this almost too good to be true gig also led you to fall for a guy, the same one whose collar you straighten almost every night.

the most fucking cliché story. some assistant falling for her boss just months after being hired. it actually makes you feel sickeningly stupid, embarrassed. still you can't seem to stop digging yourself deeper into a hole with every hour you spend caring for him, not being made any better by matty being nothing but affectionate towards you behind closed doors.

you know he’s the reason your nicotine addiction has increased tenfold, always finding yourself alone at this hour enveloped in smoke, part of you still wanting to pretend you do so to numb out the sleepless nights. took you a while to finally admit you did it as an attempt to cloud out any thought of him.

tonight’s really no different.

you’re not sure how much time has passed, but it’s enough for the cold to start settling on your skin. perhaps it’s your queue to stop and go back in. you snub out your cigarette, watching the red embers fade just as a car rounds the corner. it halts to a stop only a few meters away, and you catch the faint sound of a door creaking open, followed by the murmur of voices filling the night air.

then you hear it. that unmistakable high pitched laugh that can pull you awake in a single second. him.

and, of course. you immediately know why.

you’d learned pretty early on this was a common end to the routine: matty picks up a girl at the gig, goes fucks her somewhere, and has her drop him off right after.

reminds you of the number of red and purple bruises you often cover up before his show. it wasn't rocket science figuring out the cause, yet he never really addresses it, choosing silence and averting his gaze as your fingertips dab foundation on tender skin, temporarily hiding any remains of nights prior.

you didn't even notice your eyes had closed. not until the car door slams shut, jerking them open just in time to see him blow a kiss in her direction. your heart fractures at the sweet gesture, but only hurts for a second before he's walking towards you, his stupid wide grin mending it better.

"didn't expect to see you out here.”

open button-up untucked. blazer over his shoulder. dark curls frizzy and disheveled. everything making it crystal clear he's just slept with someone else and still not you.

"only making sure you make it back alright so i can tuck you in." of course, you wish that were the case.

it's only a few seconds until he settles next to you, leaning over to kiss your cheek. soft lips gently brushing against your skin. the way he always greets you—but only when no one's watching.

"aren't you sweet, then?"

"trying my best." given the circumstances, it's pretty much all you can do.

he pulls out his beat-up cigarette box, flicking it open and offering you one. you decline, showing him the smothered tip of your own before finally tossing it aside.

"guess it must've been a pretty good time today," you lick the pad of your thumb before rubbing a lipstick mark off his jaw. it’s always ruby red or deep maroon. those same tones which he'll compliment you on. a similar shade you left on his lips the only time your mouth had been on his.

you finish cleaning the stains off his skin, matty murmuring a soft ‘thank you’ for having done so. it’s your turn to kiss his temple. “‘tis my job, you know? making sure you look good.” you should be mad, upset, have some sort of negative emotion. instead, you can’t help but have your heart intermittently flutter when he returns a sheepish smile, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you close.

neither of you say much, but that’s alright. you rest your head on the crook of his neck, noticing how nice it feels. how nice he feels. you see the chipped nail polish on his fingers. the wrinkled fabric of his flowered shirt. the dark hair down his torso. the unbuckled belt at his waist. it’s only then that jealousy creeps itself back in and suddenly your shoes seem all that more interesting than the man standing by your side.

"why do you do it, matty?" the sweetness of your voice never fails to mask the envy you actually feel. or at least you hope it does.

"hmm?"

"the sleeping around.” you finally lift your head to look at him, surprised that his pretty eyes were already on you. the toothy smirk is gone, though, replaced by a thin, expressionless line at his lips. he doesn’t owe you an explanation. you know that. thus why you’re surprised when he actually starts to talk.

"dunno, really.” he lights up another cigarette and you notice as he gets lost in his mind. “i mean, it’s kinda difficult to say no to sex or a blowjob when they’re literally throwing themselves at you.” he seemingly tries to joke, but you don’t have time for funny right at this moment.

instead you wonder if it’s actually that easy.

“let me do it, then.”

“so—sorry?” he chokes mid-drag.

“let me give you a blowjob just like those other girls do. just like she did,” you point at the ghost of that green car from before, “ just tonight.”

it’s like his face cannot figure out which expression to land on, flipping between confusion, surprise, and something else that reads between need and desire.

“what the fuck?” his voice is shaky and it stings when he pushes you aside, yet, he doesn’t try hard to put much distance between you two so it’s not difficult to invade his space, standing right in front of him until your face is a breath away from his. large, calloused hands grasp your shoulders tight, halting you from inching closer.

“don’t.”

“what’s the difference between them and myself, then?” seems like a simple enough question to you. “why can they have you and not me?”

but he has no answer, at least not one that he can properly voice. his hold on you starts to lessen, perhaps giving you some permission to let you do whatever you want.

you bring your hands up to his and pull them away, kissing his knuckles before placing them on your waist. an almost incoherent ‘fuck’ leaves his lips, and, as if on cue, his head falls back willingly, giving you the space to kiss his neck. the faint smell of her still on him.

“please let me,” you whisper against his skin.

it’s not even a question at this point.

his fingers dig into your hips as you look at him once more, now noticing a mixture of lust and care in those almond coloured eyes. for a minute there, you get lost in them, admiring how his pupils dilate when your hands find the button of his pants, and how they shrink back as you finally undo the zipper. you don’t want to waste any more time—you’ve already waited too long—so you slide your palm down his pants to grab his half-hard cock, his eyes instantly rolling to the back of his head when you wrap your fingers around him.

“is this okay?”

you take the buck of his hips as a confirmation, giving you the courage to spread the precum along his length. he feels nice. having him in your hand seems just right and you only hope that he won’t regret this when he wakes up next morning in bed.

tonight is your turn to suck on the skin alongside his jaw, the thought of having to cover your own marks making you smile.

“fuck, baby.”

you’re not sure if he even noticed that sweet name leave his mouth, but you like the sound of it, and it’s all it takes for you to drop to your knees, dragging his pants and boxers down just enough to pull out his dick.

you look up at him once more, his left hand coming to tangle on your head, his other loosely holding his cigarette, almost done and fully forgotten. you kiss his tip, your gaze still not leaving his, thoroughly enjoying yourself as he bites his bottom lip each time your thumb hits that spot under the head of his cock. his scent is almost too much to bear so you take him in one go, feeling his cock twitch inside your mouth. it doesn’t take long before he’s fully hard and hitting the back of your throat.

the plastic taste of latex is still on his skin. a sad reminder that you weren’t his first tonight. that maybe you are an afterthought. just another girl who he uses to make himself come. but at least it means you get to have him even if it’s just this one time.

matty. that’s all that’s on your mind. once again. somewhat difficult to not think about him when you’re sucking him off, those heavenly sounds coming from his mouth making your own slick drip down your leg.

you pull away to catch your breath, using your hand to keep stroking him, pleasantly surprised when he pulls on your hair each time your red fingernails graze the underside of his cock. you do it again and again until he breaks and fucks your hand, apologizing for not being able to help himself. it’s a sight you’ll commit to memory as long as you’re alive.

now that you’ve had a taste, it’s only so long you can go without having your lips around him. and that’s what you do, take him again, hands urging his hips to fuck your mouth. to fuck himself senseless in the hopes that you’ll be the one he turns to when he needs somebody else. he doesn’t deny your request, throwing away the wasted cigarette to guide you, setting a pace that allows him to stay steady on his feet.

purely drunk on him, you're barely aware when his phone vibrates in his pocket, matty muttering 'sorry' before grabbing and letting it drop onto the grass at your side. nosiness always gets the best of you, so you can't help but glance down, catching sight of a text from an unsaved number asking if he could fuck her again tomorrow.

you feel his hips falter. he knows you've seen it.

“’m sorry.”

this time it's a mix between a cry and a whimper. perhaps he did feel bad. perhaps some part of him did care about you in the way that you needed him to.

you reach back to place your hand on top of his, making him push your head further into him, to thrust into you until tears pool at your lashes just as he spills hard and fast down your throat. his taste overtakes every cell of your being as you swallow, feeling him soften against your tongue before you reluctantly pull away.

you didn’t even realize your knees were so sore until you stand up, not wasting a second to ask him is he's going to see her again the following night.

"do you want me to?" his thumb wipes away some of his cum off the corner of your lip. you reach out to suck it, slowly shaking your head in response.

he laughs nervously as his mouth clashes against yours, stealing both the air from your lungs. this wasn't the first time you’d kissed, but this wasn’t like before. the way he quietly moans against your lips. the softness of his fingers resting on your face. the crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he pulls back.

"can i see you tomorrow, then?"

you could’ve sworn you heart stopped. can you truly believe those words after watching him leave you behind all those nights? the soft circles his thumbs draw on your skin do feel sincere, the reassurance you need to perhaps let him in, give him a chance even though you know it’s a slippery one.

it’s your turn to brush your thumb against his mouth, slowly pulling at the bottom lip and watching it bounce back up into place. you kiss him one last time before confirming 'okay', immediately turning to finally head back in. not wanting to linger for too long in case he changes his mind.

you catch his reflection on the mirror, noticing as he tucks himself in, and it’s that slight smile on his face which keeps you awake for hours on end.

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for this lovely anon here. thank you for the inspo :) <3

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Rob Lucci  x female reader - kitten 

Warnings: Vaginal penetration, pet play, reader in ears and a butt plug tail (no meowing tho lol respectfully ...fuck that), dick riding, dirty talk, slight daddy kink

@scaryinkdemon hoping this is too your liking lol 🫣🤭🧡

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Lucci was usually a very strict and serious man even when it came to you but you did find something that would always make him crack. That serious exterior turned to one very playful and teasing and that’s what you were hoping for as you seductively called his name.

“Oh Lucci~” Your voice had a singsong tone as you turned the corner into the living room where he sat on his chair reading the newspaper. 

“What is it I’m trying to read?” He grunts without looking up and you pout as you take a step closer, “Lucci~ kitty wants to play~” Hearing those words made his eyes snap up with a sharp look, hands scrunching the sides of the paper as his voice remained stern. “Is that so?”

“Mmhmm~” You pout as you slowly sink down to all fours keeping his intense stare as you crawl toward him. Your body adorned with a leopard print baby doll dress and thong, the ears and tail you have also with the same print making him purr in satisfaction as he carelessly tosses the paper to the floor. His legs spread as he gets more comfortable in the chair, his hands rubbing against his thighs as a smirk comes to his face. “Well~ who am I to deny such a pretty kitten?”

Leaning forward till his elbows rested on his knees he clasped his hands together watching with a sly smirk as you came crawling toward him. An amused chuckle as you came in front of him to rub your cheek and body all against his legs just like a pretty cat would when they wanted attention. Humming at the way you nuzzled against his hands until he opened them up to pet your head then down your body to rub at the soft tail plug you had in. “Very nice~” Lucci’s voice almost purring in satisfaction at the sight of the plug you had in. 

“Does my sweet kitten need something more than a couple of pets?” Lucci’s question had your eyes sparkle with excitement and lust, your butt wiggling to move the tail side to side as he watched. “Yes~ I bet she does.” Lucci moved his hand to your chin to lift your gaze to meet him and he couldn’t help but lick his lips at the whiskers you even drew on. “Such a sexy little kitten.” Leaning back Lucci pat his lap making your smile all pretty at him waiting on his voiced command, “Come to daddy like a good kitten.”

Standing up you straddled his lap, his hands coming to feel all over your body, up your thighs and around to your ass where he pulled you close to grind against his cock. The bulge in his pants already pressing into your covered pussy making you whine, “Daddy please~” 

“Is my little kitten impatient? Do you need my cock inside that slutty pussy that bad?” He asked as he leaned toward you kissing along your jaw, sharp teeth nipping and biting at your jaw down to your neck. “Mmm~ beg for it, kitten.”

Grinding your hips in a circle he smacked your ass with a hum that had you gasp, “Please daddy~ kitten needs some attention real bad. I don’t wanna get punished and touch myself so I need you to do it. Won’t you play with me?” You moan as you only get wetter feeling his cock pretty into your clit, the friction making your head spin. Chuckling into your neck Lucci sucks a mark into your skin as he grips the flesh of your ass and hip before he literally rips your thong apart. Raising your hips so he can toss the shreds to the ground with a groan. “Be a good kitten and undo my pants.” 

You obey as he leans back allowing you space to get to work which you quickly do, your pussy soaked and easily accepting the stretch with a loud moan. His fingers digging into your thighs at the feel of your walls sucking in his cock, a hiss passing through his lips, “Fuck kitten. Pussy’s so tight for me.” 

“Ugh, I needed this so bad!” You moan as you feel the sensation of both holes being filled, your moan turning to a whimper as Lucci’s hand grabs at your tail tugging a bit. “Since you wanna play so bad kitten you better get to work and be prepared to have my cock in you all night long.” Nodding your head you bounced on his cock your hands gripping his dress shirt tightly with a whine, “Ah~ you’re so big daddy! I love having your cock fill me up!” 

Tugging at your tail a bit more to pull another whine out of you Lucci sat forward biting at your neck again, a purr leaving him as he thrust his hips up inside you further. Lucci’s cock plunging deeper into your juicy cunt that made him grunt and nibble at your neck leaving marks all over for him to admire later. “Slutty little kitten loves having my cock deep in her cunt doesn’t she?”

“Ahh! Yes! Yes it feels so good!” You moan with your head back, your ears almost falling off your head until Lucci’s other hand holds them still with his hand petting your head. “Careful kitten wouldn’t want to get punished would you?” His voice in your ear as he nips the lobe makes you whine. “S-sorry~”

Lucci pulls you into his chest with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, your head resting on his shoulder muffling your moans as he thrust roughly into your pussy from below. His cock buried in your cunt making you cry out as your cream started to coat the base of his veiny cock. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You warn and he only slaps your ass in response as his hips fuck you faster, “Go head kitten, cum all over my cock. Pretty kitten cumming so fast but don’t worry we’re just getting started.”

[peachysunrize]

"Aemond's Hall of Sins"

what do you think would be 7 sinful tho(ugh)ts Aemond would have/be into? can be either thinking of a street of silk!reader (whore), his betrothed, ābrazȳrys (wife), servant!reader or he could be imagining 7 kinks (or whatever turns him on...) all while flicking his wrist at his tip, stroking his cock in an o shape, squeezing at his base, thumbing at his slit...

i was inspired to do this ask solely based off of your blog desc 🤭

Heheheeeeeeeeeeee i loooove this

He’s not as scandalous as Aegon so the safe choice is to do those things with someone within the castle walls! So he’ll go with servant reader🤭

7 sins of Aemond Targaryen

1. Sinful thoughts about servant!reader in her clothes

Oh my man would imagine her cleaning his room while he’s stroking his cock slowly, matching her pace as she folds his clothes and arranges his books

2. Sinful fantasies about her lips

It’s not just that he wants to slip his cock past those luscious lips no not just that, but he wants to kiss them too and make sure it’s his name falling from them

3. Sinful size difference

Oh he would lose his miiiiiind over this!! Pretty little thing shorter than him, having to crane your neck to look at him which he always helps you with by a finger under your chin

4. Sinful mouth & god complex

He would corner your stuttering figure to a wall, trying to explain why you were touching yourself on his bed but he is just sweet talking to you saying how he enjoyed the sight and how important that made him feel and when he has you on his back while fulfilling your dreams, he is pouring high valyrian words into your ear but you don’t understand him, because you’ve never encountered with a vlayrian god like him

5. Sinful & lustful thoughts

He has been trying to shake the thought of getting you pregnant out of his head, but how can he? How can he when he remembers how pretty you looked all spread out and sweaty with your maid dress pulled down and tits out? How can he not think about giving you his royal seed until you have pretty Targaryen kids of your own? Hmm?

6. Sinful deadly jealousy

The Seven would have his head but he would kill if a commonly man ever tries to approach you. You are his, his to fuck, his servant, his pretty little whore, and he thinks about how he’ll fuck you blood-soaked after killing those men as he strokes his leaking cock at night to this idea

7. Sinful submission

Sometimes he needs to be held down and get fucked roughly, sometimes he succumbs to the temptation and allows you to ride him and hold the side of his neck while you grind your hips to his. And oh he loves every second of it — having you bouncing and drooling on top of him while he has his hands behind his head and he’s getting choked

[luvryeo]

don't tease — jung wooyoung

0.1K MILESTONE EVENT ⟢ CLOSED fem!reader , afab!reader , smut but kinda not full on smut (still explicit sexual content tho , cw : pet names (baby, pretty girl) , wc: 0.9K , uhm here you go babe ! @jaehunnyy good luck ily <3 MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

parties aren’t necessarily your thing, but oftentimes, you still love what they bring; attention. and not just any attention, but attention from your boyfriend. it’s not that he neglects you by any stretch at other times, it’s just that the neon lights and fancy clothes are a guarantee that he wants you. 

he’s never subtle about it either, his hands are always on you, slipping just far enough in certain places to make you flustered. he presses kisses to your neck and the soft spot behind your ear and makes his friends cringe at all the physical contact. but he doesn’t care; he loves it so much, and he knows that you do too. 

and tonight he just looks so goddamn fine in that black tank top and the big chain necklace that sits right at the base of his neck, that you can’t hold back yourself. off in a corner with minimal eyes to pry, you press a quick kiss to his collarbone because he’s just far too irresistible.

“baby?” he sounds a touch surprised, which is warranted considering your usually shyer nature. there’s teasing in his voice as well, because he’s been very aware of the way you’ve been staring at him since the moment he picked you up in his car. and of course, when you look at his face with a lightly bashful gaze, there’s a cocky smirk planted on his lips.

“yeah?” you question innocently, as if you’re expecting him to have a real question for you. he huffs out a small laugh.

“just couldn’t help it, could you?” he asks, far too happy about this all. “is my baby being bold tonight?”

you fight the smile making its way onto your face. shaking your head and staring at his nice shoes, you’re suddenly shy again.

“oh, don’t go all shy on me now, baby. that’s not fair now, is it?” with gentle fingers, he lifts your chin up so you’re looking him in the eye. you’re not even sure what to say to that, tempted to let out a tiny whimper at the way he tilted your head up to show him just how much that action turned you on.

his hand shifts to the back of your neck as he pulls you closer by the waist and molds his lips over yours. he almost kisses you like you’re alone, but he pulls away far sooner than he would if you really weren’t surrounded by other people. 

then both hands are on your hips, tugging you impossibly closer so that you’re flush against his body and you can feel his cock starting to harden. a small moan escapes your throat at the feeling, but the sound is swallowed up by the noise of your surroundings. your face feels even more flushed with heat than before, if that were even possible, and you’re still struggling to look him in the eyes, so you let your gaze continue to roam his exposed shoulders and collarbone.

“i’d do anything to have you alone right now,” he rumbles into your ear. “but i promised to stay all night.”

again, your flip switches, a touch of boldness and a wave of want overcoming your senses just long enough for you to say it. “if we were alone right now,” you begin, looking at him with pleading eyes, “what would you do to me?”

“fuck, baby, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he groans. “you really wanna know, sweet girl?”

“yes please,” you beg, your voice barely audible even to him. 

“well,” he starts, dragging out the word unnecessarily long to tease you. his thumbs maneuver their way under the fabric of your shirt and drag against your bare skin in a way that makes you shiver. “i’m willing to bet that you’re already wet, am i right, baby? god, i wish i could check right  now.” you just nod at his question, desperate for him to keep going. “so, if we were alone right now,” his eyes are alight with teasing and lust, “i’d pull down these stupid shorts of yours and rip off those cute white panties that i know you’re wearing right now and i’d suck on your clit and shove my fingers up your cunt until you're begging me to stop.”

“wooyoung,” you whine out, trying to keep yourself from grinding against him and feeling as though you’re already out of breath.

“yeah, baby? do you like hearing me talk like this?” he brushes his lips over the shell of your ear. “are you my dirty little girl, desperate to hear how i’m gonna fuck you tonight?”

“don’t tease,” you complain.

“i just can’t help it, baby. you’re too easy to tease.” he presses a kiss to your nose that almost makes you forget what you really want. you give him a sly smile and he quirks his eyebrow.

“aren’t you gonna keep going?” you giggle just a little bit. “or are you too shy?” he can’t even hold back the grin on his face as he shifts one of his hands to land right on your ass, making you gasp.

“i think that’s you, pretty girl,” he smirks. “but, if you insist.. then i’ll make you watch me while i fuck you dumb with my cock because i want to see your pretty face when i make you cum. does that sound good to you, baby?”

[renjunslostbestie]

one thing i know about dom renjun is that he would make you spell 'slut' with each thrust, like:

"alright sweetheart, you know what to do" renjun says as he hovers with you in between his legs (looking all pretty with hair all messed up after the intense makeout session in the lift) as he gets on his knees to take off the belt.

holding both your hands up to headboard, he ties the belt around them and loops it on.

unlike the normal sex with renjun, this time he doesn't start slow instead by the time you were thrown on the bed all your clothes were completely taken off along with his own shirt.

the excitement in your eyes made him smirk as he brought his face close to you. "excited are we? lets see how many rounds this pussy can last this time" hearing his words you decided to play it off cool as you whispered "about enough. would you be able to take it tho-"

just as you were about to speak further, a harsh spank on your ass made you moan so loud even the neighbors could hear. "moaning like a whore just after one spank, and asking me if I'd be able to last? thought you knew better sweetheart" he goes on with a tsk while his lust filled eyes skim down your body.

just hearing filthy words fly out of his mouth, you couldn't help but feel even more horny.

cold hands going down your body made you whimper but moan even further when those same fingers came in contact with your glistening clit.

"so fucking pretty" a rasped mumble was heard resulting in you parting your legs even more to give renjun more access earning you a satisfying hum.

his fingers worked down to your cunt as he stared right at your face which was tilted back pressing hard in the pillow as constant moans and shaky breaths came out of your mouth.

"jun..." a moan escaped your lips "fa-faster..."

hearing this a fast pace took over renjun's fingers fulfilling his girl's wish.

"slut. look at you taking them fingers in so well. they aren't so short like you call them now are they? hm?" the hm in the end of your sentence brought you more towards the release if it already didn't after the usage of the word; slut.

the drip from your pussy looked so good making renjun groan at the sight.

unbottoning his pants, he took out his dick standing proud. long and thick.

giving it a few good strokes with the help of your previous release. he aligned it with your hole. "can i do it- shit."

"such a gentleman asking for a permission-" the unexpected entry in your cunt made the bed move with full force.

"slut. fucking cumrug. spell it out with me. S" he thrusts

"S" a thrust

"L" a even harder thrust follows as you continue.

"U- mmh" a loud whimper comes out as renjun spanks your thigh

"T" another hard thrust along with "good girl. doing so well for me. now tell me who's slut are you?"

"only you! yours!" your throat releases a loud squeaky voice which makes you embarrassed, but its not the time to get embarrassed.

hearing this, renjun sets an animalistic pace as his hands reach your clit and rubs it in a fast pace triggering you to cum.

he fucks you through your release

"fuck- im close let me do it inside" he says as his thrusts go slower and sloppier.

a "yes" escapes your lips along with a moan.

"fucking cumwhore. letting me release inside as if you dont know the consequences." degradations fly from his mouth in such a hot way making your pussy clench.

with that, renjun releases inside you as he pants and throws his head back with a sigh.

pulling out, he sees the cum dripping from your pussy as he pushes it back inside with his fingers.

"so damn pretty. oh god" he says. following by "next round, on the wall or the shower?"

[sillypiratelife]

Falling for zosan and namivivi because I am a sucker for parallels and relationships that are not what people would expect of them.

For example, I prefer when Zoro and Sanji don't get together because they are sexually attracted to each other, but because there is literally no real reason forcing them together but they choose to be together either way.

Why do they fight? Why each other?

There's nothing about fate or blind love in there.

Loving Sanji is a decision for Zoro. He picks Sanji. He decides he wants to tease Sanji and fight with him and offer to Sanji those parts of himself that no one else has seen. Zoro loves deliberately, with all his being. He knows what he's getting into and he accepts it, a promise made to last forever. He did the same with Kuina and Luffy, so it doesn't make sense to me to have a version of Zoro that loves romantically 'cause there's no other option. Remember when he preferred to die over denying his ambitions? Or all the times he has sacrificed himself expecting nothing in return? Or the fact he is praised for following no one he doesn't want to and nothing but what pleases him?

And Sanji can only choose to love Zoro. It'd be a fight with his traumas and the persona he created to keep the hurt at bay, you know, "the romantic cook that loves and lusts for women". It wouldn't be fair or pretty either if Sanji was forced into it. I'm not saying he can't be sexually attracted to Zoro —and I must clarify, for me Zoro is fully on the asexual spectrum— but ultimately, I think that Sanji would never dive on it if not fully conscious about what it entails. Sanji has a lot of issues he must start working on before involving himself in anything romantic or sexual with a man. It's the guilt? The shame? The way he represses himself and denies himself happiness? The way he thinks he needs to fake an easygoing persona so that others wouldn't worry? The self-loathing? Zoro sacrifices himself because that's his duty and he knows himself and his wishes— he'd die to be the best swordman and he'd die for Luffy to be the pirate king and he'd die for his crew. He doesn't wish death, tho. Sanji? His self-sacrificing is born out of suffering and self-deprecation. Loving Zoro would be a choice, no doubt.

With Nami and Vivi, it's that the circumstances make them perfect for each other, just to later keep them apart.

Vivi and Nami fit together. It took Nami one single night and she knew she'd sacrifice anything— that they would sacrifice anything to help Vivi. Nami saw her own fear and loneliness and guilt and desperation reflected in the way Vivi made her lip bleed from her bite while the Igaram ship was on fire. They were "cursed" to survive. To fight and struggle and survive, because no one else could face Arlong or Crocodile. Little girls —kids, then teenagers— sailing to a world of crime where they got claimed by the organizations they hated the most, the one they wanted to tear down because they were hurting their home. Young attractive teen girls who turned their bodies into weapons to distract and surprise their enemies so they could have a chance to defeat them.

Girls who know what it's like to smile when you want to break down, what it's like to kneel out of frustration and scream and feel useless helpless.

The strawhat girls were to fucking hell as mere children and got out of there walking, okay?

What allowed the princess and the burglar to find companionship within the other were those things like the trauma of being the only one who could reclaim back their home or the fear of being alone against a situation bigger than themselves. Being honest, I'm not sure if they'd have clicked without it. In the end it's a bit funny, isn't it? Alabasta is the reason Vivi met the strawhats and the reason why she can't sail to go on adventures with them. In fulfilling the promise of saving Alabasta, Nami made it so that Vivi wouldn't be able to leave with them. Well, she could, but not really. Vivi is a good princess and she wouldn't abandon her people = her country.

Vivi suffered for being a rich princess, but saved herself + her people 'cause they underestimated how influential and powerful she could be. On the other hand, Nami suffered for being a poor no one first, then for being too important for Arlong to discard, yet they never expected that Nami would have so many people willing to fight for her.

Like a moth to flame, a girl reflected on water.

Vivi and Nami are an echo of each other, one that rings clear and true across the seas. For me, there could be no one else for them. Who else would get it? Who else could understand what they can't explain? What they've lived through? Who held Vivi and swore it'd be okay that night at Whiskey Peak? Who took care of Nami when she was at death's door with fever for days? All the moments become a giant picture with them at the center of it. There's no one else. It couldn't be.

[reveluving]

i got you, you got me ; benny miller x reader

summary: you love Benny; he loves you, and he’ll make sure you remember, even if it means taking you in the changing room.

warnings: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), a teeny bit of angst & a whole lot of fluff!

a/n: omg what another ‘formal’ fic in the same month whaaat? and a filthy one WITH plot (somewhat), no less??? crazy!! but no, thank you so much, dear anon! (also a cont. to this piece!) so I really hope you guys enjoy it, I know I did! love y’all!! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading another triple frontier fic? check out the m.list!

» smut includes; possessive dom hubby!benny, ‘angel’ as a pet name, size kink, dirty talk i.e. + about exhibitionism & voyeurism (it doesn’t happen tho!), nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v)

'I love you more than you can imagine.' ;

His eyes never left yours when he locked the door, loosening the gauze wrapped around his left knuckle with his teeth and letting it drop to the floor. He then beckoned you with the same hand. 

“Come here,” You placed your hand on his. He raised them to his lips, kissing the back of them before yanking you to his chest. Nuzzling his face in your hair, he murmured, “Can I take you here, angel?”

His other hand slid up your back, the shivers that ran up your spine followed his touch before he gently pulled your head back. 

“Can I fuck my pretty lil’ wife while those boys out there can only listen to just how good I make you feel?”

His voice was dripping with lust, but his hands stayed put. He wouldn't dare to continue against your will. Both of you were open to experimenting, and though your husband sometimes thinks with his dick and sees them as a challenge, the second you tell him that you're uncomfortable, he'll stop himself faster than a sucker punch. 

He had a knack for disrespecting others, but he'll never let one of them be you. 

"Please," You whimpered, granting him the verbal permission he was looking for, as he always does. Hearing your desperation for him, he muttered a 'fuck' and turned you around, pressing his lips to your neck. He took the time to cover the space between your jaw and shoulder with kisses and licks while unwrapping the other gauze. He threw the fabric to the side and squeezed your breasts through the layers of clothes. Your head fell backwards, encouraging him to leave more hickeys to his satisfaction. He pulled away for a moment, removing your shirt hastily and pulling the cups of your bra over your breasts. 

Your breathing grew heavier as he fondled your mounds, yelping as he latched his lips back onto your neck, leaving hickeys after every suck. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, watching himself ravenously tug on your nipples with both hands. 

“These beautiful tits,” He rasped, only to end his own sentence with a groan as the image of him sucking on sensitive bud flashed before his very eyes. His mouth watered at the thought of it, though his hands would have to do for now as his patience ran thin. One of his hands moved downwards, teasing your ribs and tummy before slipping them under your pants, brushing the pads of his callused fingers over your sopping lips, “Ooh, there it is.” 

You couldn’t do anything but held onto his hands. They were prominently smaller than his own—rougher and possibly deadly as they caressed and roused you in ways you couldn’t even describe. He had no problem taking your pants off, especially after catching a glimpse of your lace panties; his favourite pair.

“So wet,” He purred, daring you to break eye contact before mirroring the way your lips fell open as he teased his middle finger through your folds, though barely sinking inside you, “Come here.” 

Pulling you to the right end of a bench, he sat you down with him behind you. He forced your legs open, running his large hand up and down your thigh. 

Anywhere but the one place you needed him most.

Despite your whines, he didn't relent, not even when the bench began to glisten from your arousal. He tutted at the sight, though he was anything but displeased. 

"What would the boys say if they saw us this way, hm?" The grip on your inner thigh tightened by a fraction, "Seeing ‘lil’ ol’ Benny’ all big and strong, now playing with the Siren’s pretty pussy?" 

You knew he wasn’t talking about his brother or his friends. 

Being less buff nor serious in his days in the armed forces, he was prone to the jibes of his old squad. Calling him Benny in a patronizing manner rather than the call sign (which even he doesn’t remember anymore) he was assigned with as a sad way to dampen his spirit. 

The other reason he was given shit all those years ago was for his rumoured adoration for none other than you—Siren.

Many failed to see his potential, but unlike them, you weren’t of them. 

And from then on, he knew you were the one.

You could care less about their thoughts, and so could he, not when he had you in his arms, exquisitely vulnerable for him and him only. 

“Should I just tear these off,” He wondered aloud, pulling the waistband before letting it snap back against your skin with a ‘snap!’. Hearing you yelp, he cooed, “Or should I just move them to the side like this and…”

He pushed the fabric to the side, splitting the juices connected to the lace and pushing his middle finger inside you, exhaling slowly at the squelching. You needed more, though, and ever the attentive husband, he voiced it out for you.

“You can take more, can you?” You could only let him know with a meek ‘uh huh’, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck and occasionally running your nails over his scalp. He did as you wanted, putting his index finger in before easing in a third. He fingered you the way he’d fuck you with his cock, entranced by the sight of your walls clenching around him desperately. Soon, the sheer need for him clouded your worries, your voice now at a higher pitch.

"I love you, angel," He murmured against you, taking a moment to appreciate the moment—to appreciate you, before losing himself in the pleasure as he stood up a bit to take his boxers off, stroking himself languidly, "I love you more than you can imagine." 

"I do, too. I love you," You panted, placing your hand on his cheek for a kiss. Heated and needy, he pulled away first in favour of a taste of your juices on his fingers before he lay back onto the bench, holding you carefully and caging you to his chest.

He spread your legs open, teasingly running his cock over your pussy lips before easing himself in, exhaling with a rumble in his throat. He was only halfway in and already throbbing, barely able to control himself as he waited for your signal. It didn’t take long, though, as you began pushing yourself into him, and just like that, he plunged himself into you.

He gripped your thighs, pulling himself out till the very tip of him was left before slamming back in. He repeated, hearing your cry out every time before it turned into continuous wails as he picked up the pace. 

"All those wins," He kissed your neck, "All those knockouts," He kissed your jaw before whispering in your ear, "I do it all for you." 

He planted his feet on the floor, thrusting up into you mercilessly. You briefly thanked Benny’s training for his endurance as you felt the burn in your thighs, plus the way he dug his fingers into your skin. Benny's eyes were closed shut, imaging your slick that was beginning to trickle down his thighs.  

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, your voice alternating between squeaks and screams, plus the obscene sounds of your hips slapping as it echoed in the changing room. 

“Bet they’re wishing for you to say their names right now. All they want is to have you but they’ll never get to,” His hips stilled for a moment, wanting to hear you say it, “You know why, don't you?"

You nodded profusely.

"Because I'm yours,” He hummed, resuming his thrusts at a slower pace, as though it wasn’t enough of an answer, “I’m yours… and yours alone…!" 

"There you go," And just like that, he became animalistic; slamming you down onto his cock like the pretty little ragdoll that you were. With your walls fluttering around him, you gasped out before shaking in his arms as your orgasm ripped through you. He didn’t stop, however, fucking through your high and chasing his own release before ending with a final buck of his hips. Using his strength, he clung to you, letting your body jerk as his cum shot deep inside you.

You tried to catch your breath, with Benny in no rush as he, too, needed a bit of time, feeling himself twitch.

Seconds passed, and you tried to move a little, slightly dizzy at the position you were in. 

"Hang on," He tapped you on the knee, taking a deep breath before pulling out slowly, your mewls just barely over his soft huff. He maneuvered you to a position similar to when he first sat you down on the bench. One of his arms remained around your stomach, stopping you from slumping to the side. 

Both of you watched as his cum began to dribble out of you.

"Fuck," He chuckled, prompting you to follow as his heaving chest caused you to bounce a little. Your laughs only grew as he planted kisses across your shoulder blades, exaggerating the sounds of his smooches. The best you could do was to squirm in his arms, unable to move from both his arms and your shaky legs. Eventually, he stopped, laying his head back on the bench to ease the kink in his neck and asked, "You okay?" 

"Mhm," You interlaced your fingers through his, "I've never felt better." 

"Good," He replied, wanting nothing more than to continue hugging you like his own personal teddy bear, "That's good." 

The two of you stayed like that, content to be in each other's arms even for just a moment. 

But it was only in character of him to tell you the first thing that came to his mind. 

"Wanna get waffles?" He piped up, "I'm thinking Pop's."

"Pop's?" You glanced at the clock, "Benny, it's getting pretty late."

Not that you had anything against the diner, and then again, breakfast for dinner sounded pretty good.

"And? C'mon, you told me you were craving waffles the other day. Pop's doesn't close until another, what, three hours? And you haven't had dinner either." He then begged, "Please?" 

You huffed in amusement as he dragged his plea, You were also slightly touched that he brought up your cravings. You didn't think he'd remember that. 

"Whatever you want, handsome," You felt him smile against you, though he remained silent after, "Benny?" 

"Hm?" 

"Are you okay?" 

He paused for a moment—why wouldn't he be okay? He's flourishing in his career, albeit a smaller one. He has been doing better since he finished his time in the Special Forces and now, he's happily married to his best friend. 

He wouldn't want to have it any other way.

"Never been better." He sighed in relief, sounding content before raising his head, "C'mon." He moved off the bench, helping you move your legs to one side before sliding his arms under your knees. Your arms encircled his neck, only to be caught by surprise as he gave you a gentle peck on the nose. 

The two of you shared a moment of laughter before he carried you to the showers, committed to taking care of you now that he doesn't have to worry about another match until later on. 

Not that he wouldn't if he did have one though, he's just extra determined, now that he gets to have you all to himself.

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» a/n: I just thought about whether or not public changing rooms can be locked so um. Let's just say for this piece's sake, it can be locked okay &lt;3

» gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[formulapookie]

soo i’m writing a marcmarc fanfiction and Im going to make it multi chapter, it’s going to explore a bit Bez’s internalised homophobia and his path towards the light (fucking with Marc)

and i’m going to upload it both here and on Ao3, if you like it i’d love for you to leave kudos, no pressure tho obv <3

I took a bit of inspiration by @anitalianfrie and some ideas from @yeastinfectionvale because the two of you are the most dangerous marcmarc psychosexual supporters I relate with

Below you can find the fic, if u enjoy reading on Tumblr more than on Ao3❤️

2024 pre-season

It was cold, but still, Marco was sitting outside the ranch, it was around 3 in the morning he supposed, thoughts clouded by the joint he was still finishing up.

He was trying to reflect on something that had been seriously affecting his life lately, or rather much someone.

Marc Marquez.

Since he had signed with Gresini the Spaniard just seemed to continuously pop up into his life, whether it was on track or not, like last week for example, he was out with a group of his friends and who did he meet at the club he went to? Marc Marquez, drinking with a guy he thought was a friend of the man, but the more he thought about it, the more he remembered strange details, like a hand lingering a bit too much or a few glances casted in a very lustful way.

He archived the memory as a made up one, a result of the not so little amount of alcohol he consumed that night.

Plus, Marc had a girlfriend, and even if he didn't, everyone on the grid was straight.

All the jokes, flirty ones even, were always platonic and between friends, he did that too with Pecco, and it wasn’t like he was…gay.

He had had a girlfriend until a few weeks prior, when she decided it would’ve been a good idea to cheat on him and dump him via text of all things.

The joint was coming to an end, and with it all his will to stay outside and freeze, looking for a warm blanket and a snack instead.

Memories grew along with his hunger, and the frames of his mind ran back to the night he saw Marquez at the club.

Shirt buttoned just halfway, a silver necklace adorning his neck and bouncing slightly every time he moved.

His smile, a painfully magnetic one, drawing people to him like moths to a flame, like his eyes, profound and deep.

But what Bez remembered the best were his shoulders.

Broad, muscled, tanned and glowing with sweat, moving up and down rhythmically when he laughed.

If he focused enough, he could remember peeking the outline of one of Marc’s scars from the hem of his shirt, and something similar to a hickey on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, sinfully on display.

Fuck, why did he remember those things? He was pretty sure that a blonde flirted with him that night, he was sure she was hot even, but he couldn’t remember a single detail from her, just from that small fucking bastard

As his mind stopped wandering Bez realized he was back into his room, an half finished protein bar in hand and an obviously painful bulge in his pants.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck how did that happen? was it the blonde? it couldn’t have been Marquez, could it?

The answer came when his dick twitched at the mention of Marc’s name.

cazzo

He was conflicted: should he let it go away on its own or act on it? because he knew the moment he would’ve touched himself thinking of his rival it would’ve been over for him.

Seeing him in the paddock, on insta or at one of the clubs would’ve meant remembering this.

No no no he hated Marquez, this was just the smoke speaking for him, he always got a bit horny after smoking, it wasn’t different from other times.

Except it was. It was so much different, this longing he felt for the older guy, the need he had to just lick his lips and bite down on those delicious looking shoulders, grabbing his neck and crushing their lips together.

Bez also remembered the cologne he was wearing; it smelled like woods and fresh, he didn’t know much about perfumes but that was surely a smell he wasn’t going to forget it easily.

“Maybe it’s not that bad. Just once, one time and then I’ll forget about him”

he thought while sliding into bed and slowly slipping his hand into his pants.

It was embarrassing how quickly he became vocal about it, softly of course because he didn’t want the other guys or worst, Vale, to hear him moan out Marc Marquez’s name and finding him like that.

He stroked his cock with growing speed, twisting his wrist when he came close to the tip, gritting his teeth and grabbing the sheets with his free hand.

“Marc-“ a suffocated plea leaving the boy's mouth, but remaining painfully present in his room, floating around as a curse.

The more he thought about the Spaniard the harder he got, he wanted more more more.

He wanted Marc, in all his stupid perfection, he wanted him to choke on his cock, or bouncing on it, he wanted Marc to be as desperate for him as Bez was for the man.

“Si si si” a trail of words left the boy’s mouth to get lost into the silent and cold night in Tavullia, alongside with Marco’s orgasm, which hit him hard and fast, ropes of white liquid staining his abdomen and part of the sheets.

He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and getting cleaned up, being extra careful not to wake anyone up.

He looked at himself in the mirror, cheeks red, puffy lips and glassy eyes, pupils still blown wide from the smoke and the excitement of the recent jerk off session.

He knows he will have to face what he just did, because what if it wasn’t just Marc? What if it was men in general? Could have he been bisexual? To be fair he was a bit scared to know, what if Vale or one of the guys found it disgusting? what if his family did?

Could’ve he kept that secret for long?

He doesn’t think so, honestly he’s scared of loosing both families at once for something like that.

No no, he ultimately decided.

If he understands he likes guys he’s going to keep it for himself.

It’s going to be better for everyone that way

[silversainz]

Hi! Can I request prompt 24. “you’re already so wet and i haven’t even touched you.” and prompt 28. “i’m not going to stop until you’re dripping with my cum.” with Lewis? 🩷

warnings: p n v, choking, degradation, hate fuck.

he hated you, god he really fucking hated you. but the moment you walked into the club wearing a tight dress that hugged you in all the right places, he just knew he had to have you, even if it was so, so wrong. He couldn’t care less, he wanted you, even if it was for the night.

“you look gorgeous” his hands laid on your hips creasing the skin going towards your ass, “so fucking gorgeous”

you rolled your eyes at him turning around to look at him, “not getting a fucking outta me Lewis” you turned to walk away but the grip he held on your arm prevented you from doing so.

“oh come on, don’t think I didn’t see your stares to me” he licked his lips backing you up in a corner of the club. “think you were imagining what it would like, no?” His hand came to rest on your neckline, you suddenly felt nervous under his dark gaze. you looked around seeing if anybody was paying attention to you both, but they were too busy themselves, dancing and singing with each other to notice you both.

“Lewis let me go”

he sighed leaning in closer to you, so close you could practically feel his breath on your cheek. “see I don’t think so” you didn’t have time to think twice about his words, as he pulled you into the nearest bathroom. Immediately pushing you up against the wall, his lips crashing onto yours in a rough and sloppy manner.

His hand went under your dress, “fuck tell me you want this” he stopped kissing you, heavy breathing falling from your lips as he leaned his forehead against yours. you nodded, head full with lust and desperation for him. “fuck I want you Lewis”

he pushed your panties to the side pushing two fingers in your pussy the wet sounds echoing off the walls, causing you to drop your head back against the wall. “you’re already so wet and I haven’t even touched you, fuck” you moaned hands grabbing at his Belt pulling him closer to you.

“fuck lewis” he groaned those words sounding like heaven falling from your lips. “I want you in me, please” he darky chuckled

his hand left your pussy to undo his belt, “such a pretty baby” he yanked your panties down your legs, “such a shame tho, that it’s gonna be ruined tonight” he picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist.

“we’ll see about that, no” you taunted

“you’ve got a big mouth, y’know” your remark was cut off by him pushing his cock into your pussy in a brutal pace, “glad I’m here to shut it up” you moaned his cock hitting all the right places. “I’m not going to start until you’re dripping with my cum” his hand wrapped around your neck tightly.

“but I think you’ll like that right” you couldn’t say anything, and god did he like that.

“see it’s easy shutting you up, only needs a little dick and she’s silent”

[canislupus-exe]

Good Boy | eddie munson

>>gif credit to @/s3xsellsits2004 on tumblr<<

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | she/her/afab (he/him/amab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, hair pulling, praise, pegging

word count | 1,412

keys | none

summary | look im just saying it cause we're all thinking it okay. eddie munson likes his hair being pulling. and i need a fic about it. top m reader bottom eddie on all fours (since you do multiple vers you could have the f reader peg him idk tho just a suggestion) in the beggining theyre just making out and the reader pulls his hair without realizing and eddie gives the WHINIEST moan ever and the reader is so into it and yeah nothing too hardcore maybe even some praise too i feel like hed be into that

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You exhaled through your nose as you pressed your lips against Eddie’s. His hands were gripped on your waist and yours were draped on his shoulders. The quiet tune of the radio rang in the back of your mind but you were far too preoccupied with your boyfriend to register what was playing.

You could feel his hard-on nestled underneath you, begging to be freed from his jeans. His fingers gripped your waist harder as your hips slid up and down in an attempt to rouse him even further. You could practically feel his heart beating through his ribcage as your hands traveled up his chest.

You pulled away to look at him, in all his glory. His lips were puffy from how long you’d been making out and his cheeks were flushed a beautiful rose pink. He blinked a slight haze from his eyes and smiled, which you rushed to return.

“You’re the prettiest boy on Earth Eddie.” You muttered, going back in for another kiss.

“Quit it.” He said with a smile. You shook your head, lips still attached to his.

“I mean it. You’re so pretty…” You replied. Your hands moved from his chest and up his neck, finding your fingers entangled in his messy locks.

“The prettiest.” You whispered in between bouts of pulling your lips away. You could feel him twitching in his jeans and his breathing becoming more strangled.

Without thinking, you tightened your grip on the roots of his hair, giving it a slight tug. His breath caught in his throat and a sound so melodic met your ears. Eddie's fingers gripped you tighter as he whimpered from the feeling of his hair being pulled.

You pulled away and stared at him, fingers still in his strands. He stared back at you, seemingly just as surprised by the noise that had come out of his throat as you were. His chest rose and fell at a rate you weren’t sure you’d seen before.

“Did you just-”

“I don’t know.” He cut you off with a quickness, but you could see a sort of glint in his eyes. You bit your lip, and pulled again, slightly harder this time. The moan that came out of his lips was so pornographic that a chill ran down your spine.

“Holy fuck.” You whispered, staring at him with a look of bemusement. He stared back, eyes wide, but cock so hard you thought it might pop the button on his jeans.

“You like your hair being pulled.” You stated, so matter of factly you'd think you had known that for years. He opened his mouth to respond, but you felt the need to tease him further, so instead of letting him speak, you pulled his hair again, eliciting another one of those whiny moans that were starting to make you feel lightheaded with pure lust. 

“Oh, you’re in for one now sweetheart.” You whispered, giving him a gentle kiss on his lips before pushing him so he was lying on his back. He stared up at you with wide eyes as you straddled him.

You made quick work of both of your clothes, wasting no time in teasing him any longer. Sure enough, his poor cock was standing at attention, tip leaking pre-cum already. You smirked and kissed his neck, his collarbones, down his chest and stomach, and paused just before you got to his dick. You looked up at him and smiled, kissing back up where you had kissed down. You could hear how heavy his breathing was when you whispered into his ear.

“We’re gonna try something new tonight.” You said, climbing off the bed and walking toward the closet. You grabbed a shoebox of which he knew the contents and saw his face flush further. You opened it up, unfastening the belts and securing it around your body as fast as you could. You reached over and fumbled with the bedside table’s drawer. With a bottle of lube now tucked into your hand, you laid a quick kiss on his cheek. You popped open the cap and squeezed a decent helping onto your middle and ring fingers.

You gently pressed your lubed fingertips to his entrance, and he jolted at the cold sensation. You were gentle with him at first, as always, but when his breathing began to pick up its pace so did your fingers. Once you decided he was properly stretched and equally pent up, you pulled your fingers out and drizzled a little more lube on your palm.

You laid it against the shaft and exhaled. The cool liquid on your fingers made your spine tingle. He watched your hand work its way up and down the strap, feeling his dick twitch with excitement. After it was substantially coated in lube, you leaned over and kissed him.

“Hands and knees sweetheart.” You whispered in his ear. The firm assertion in your tone made him weak and warm in the face, so he did as he was told. Turning around and bending over, giving you full access to his ass.

But he did one further. He didn’t just get on his hand and knees. Instead, he placed his weight on his chest, arching his back to give you ample room to pound into him It was so hot that it sent an intense full-body shiver straight down your spine. You were so wrapped up in your lust that you spoke without thinking.

“You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen baby.” You whispered, grabbing his hips and pulling him toward you. He whimpered as he felt the head of the strap press against his entrance.  You bit your lip as you began to push in further, watching his fists grip the sheets.

“You’re taking it so good baby. Being such a good boy for me.” You moaned at the feeling of his tightness resisting you. 

“Fuck baby you like that? You like when I call you my good boy?” You ask, bottoming it out inside of him. He whimpers and furiously nods his head. You smirk and lean over, tangling your fingers in his hair again and pulling at the roots. 

“Use your words baby.” You say, keeping one hand tugging at his hair and the other affixed on his waist, pulling him back onto you. He whimpered again, opening his mouth to speak but a few moans stumbled out by chance.

“Y-yes… More.” He groaned, his breathing heavy. You did as he asked, picking up your pace and fucking him harder.

“Like your hair being pulled and like taking it up the ass like a god boy. Such a good fucking boy for me baby.” You groaned, your voice a deep growl unlike it had ever been before. He was gasping and clenching around your strap, so much so that you were finding it almost challenging to continue to thrust. The lube aided you greatly.

You continued fucking him to his limit, watching him shake with pleasure underneath you as you surely made his roots sore. He gasped and let out such a loud moan that you knew where your thrust was aiming. Straight for his prostate. And he did not let you forget it. Every push brought up a whimper of no contest, and after a few more pounds into his ass, he was begging.

“Please please please. I want to cum please let me cum.” He leaned into your touch as the words spilled from his mouth in hot desperation. You groaned and moved faster than you ever have. Fingers tangled in his hair, yanking it to the sound of his pleading.

“Be a good boy and cum for me, Eddie. Wanna feel how tight you can get on me.” You groaned, leaning over his back to fuck him faster.

With one arm tucked under his body and the other still pulling his hair, you thrust your hips over and over, pushing him to the brink. His body seized up and moans began to spill from his mouth as he clenched tight around you. Strings of cum shot from his cockhead and you shivered, the immense tightness of his hole and the sight of him losing himself proved to be too much for you, but you decided that you’d deal with that growing wetness later. He whimpered and continued to shake, overwhelmed by the feeling of you pulling out of him. He gasped for air, letting the weight of his body fall onto the bed.

“Was I… g-good?”

“You were so good, baby. Such a good boy.”

[bloogers-boogers]

College AU hc:

Cartman is asexual and sex repulsed. He has a huge crush on Kyle that's pretty obvious to everyone around him. Kyle assumes that Cartman is just lusting after him and wants sex from him, but it's far from the truth. Ah yes, Cartman's homoerotic fantasy: holding hands, cuddling and hugs, how kinky lol.

I can see that, with how much it’s implied that Cartman’s has been sexually abused in the show he’ll probably prefer to stay away from anything related to intercourse. And of course eventually Kyle has to learn to be understanding of Cartman’s preferences. Tho I feel there’s gonna be alot of complications in their relationship because of this same issue but they’ll manage to overcome it after a brief time.

However I also see Kyle just cuddling Cartman after a huge fight they had because of this.

I see Cartman still not telling Kyle of being asexual just admitting his sex repulse but is never taken seriously because he tends to joke about it instead.

They were in middle of a makeout session while in bed and Kyle got turned on and just flipped Cartman over outta pure lust; he wasn’t being harsh but it was obvious what was on his mind as he plant small kisses on Cartman’s ears while grabbing his waist, in Kyles mind he was being sweet and romantic but ofcourse Cartman did not react well to it and kicked Kyle off shouting profanities at him as the shouting escalated.

“¡I get you want my hot body so damn much but that doesn’t give you the right to manhandle me!”

“¡I’m sorry, Cartman! I- I dont know what happened in me but I would have never gone further from that!”

“U huh, but you couldn’t just NOT flipped me over?? How the fuck am I suppose to trust you if you do shit like that!???”

“¡Fuck you, Eric! If you really see me capable of doing the shit those pigs did to you as a kid!”

*complete silence*

“You think…”

“What else do you expect me to believe? After you keep reacting like I’m about to rape you!”

“Kyle…” Cartman bites his down lip, he sighed defeated calming himself down as he rubs his face, “Kyle i don’t- I know you would never.. I- look, im sorry okay? I just.. don’t feel like going to that length.”

“Why not!? You keep dogging it and not explaining me why! Am I not good enough? Cause by this point I believe you find me disgusting.”

Cartman stares at Kyle in awe before walking towards him and holding on to his flushed cheeks, “Kyle I think you’re the most beautiful man out there..”

Cartman can hear Kyle gulp as he stares at him deeply into his eyes; listening to him attentively.

“I just don’t want to have sex, I find it disgusting.” He moves away, now arms crossed facing away from Kyle. “The act of two individuals taking off their clothes, rubbing against each other for fricción and some humping to gain pleasure .. I find it not only a humiliating display but a desperate act of attention.

When the most pleasurable thing you could receive is some warm hugs, kisses and hand holding. Isn’t that enough to please someone at whole? It’s enough for me.” He turns to look at Kyle; who now looks very confused. Cartman groaned annoyed, rolling his eyes, “Kyle I’m asexual you dumbass!”

“YOU’RE WHAT”