#your honor im fucking balling

[sammy8d257]

I've brain-rotted so hard that I looked at this and was like

AvM MAD KING AU REFERENCE??

[todayisafridaynight]

THE MOLE SONG!!!!!!!!! PLEASE ENJOY I AM SO EXCITED TO TALK (ALWAYS AM BUT!!!!!)

HEY I SAVED OFF ON ANSWERING THIS UNTIL I FINISHED THE MOVIE AND IN THE SHORTEST REVIEW POSSIBLE

THAT WAS DEFINITELY A MOVIE™️

[oexen]

i need to get so weird abt orochimaru

[princessoflalaland]

'HEAD SO GOOD SHE HONOR ROLL!'. ݁₊ ⊹

ft. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Hiromi and a special guest

synopsis: the jjk men love how much you love having them in your mouth.

'. ݁₊ ⊹content: fem!reader x jjk men, smut, spit play, breath play(choking on that d), oral(m receiving), degradation, voyeurism (implied)

'. ݁₊ ⊹word count: 5.1k

'. ݁₊ ⊹a/n: I have a terrible oral fixation and in dire need to give these wonderful men the best, soul-sucking, toe-curling, God-meeting head they've ever known. and this is how im gonna cope with it :)

Hiromi

"sh-shit, y/n," he hisses, hand burrowing in the locks atop your head. you leer up at him as your hand slips up and down his shaft while your lips work the upper half of his cock. "y'taking me s-so deep, o-oh my God..." your moist lips and hand meet time and time again, spreading your saliva all over him. a groan rumbles from hiromi’s chest, the sound going straight to your already soaked panties.

you bottom him out in your throat, your nose nestled comfortably against his coarse, recently shaved pubes. the scratchy feeling makes the lower part of your gut tingle as you take yourself off him to breathe.

"sorry, romi." you coo lovingly. you're never not working his cock. even during 'breaks' in moments like these, you make sure he has some kind of stimulation. you glance briefly at his gleaming tip, mouth filling with saliva all over again. "y'taste so good. can't get enough..!"

he's back in your mouth, you shamelessly gag on his length. tears brim in your seductive eyes and threaten to spill and ruin your mascara. hiromi watches you hungrily suck him off, like your heart will stop if you don't suck every ounce of cum out of him in the next minute. your head bobs, easily sliding half of his length into your throat before dragging your lips back to his tip. his head leans back, his chair going with it slightly with a creak. "fuuuck, just like that."

hiromi's grip on your hair tightens and you begin to wonder if he wants to take control. you'd love for him to fuck your face, and he'd love that too. to fuck his throbbing dick into that pretty face, ruin your make up and break your already cockdrunk mind even more. but your incessant, vacuum-like felatio has his balls tightening prematurely and his breath shortening.

"crap, y/n, i'm--agh--g-gonna cum." he warns, pressing your head further down, loving the way your throat constricts with your gagging. "gonna let me cum all over that pretty face?" he pants, a salacious glare swirling behind his dark, hooded eyes. "huh, baby? gonna let me cum all over you?"

you nod, somehow, as you bob your head a little faster. your hand grips the sides of his muscular thighs, salty trails of your mascara streaking down your cheeks. you urge him, beg him to release on your face through the sound of your sloppy choking. your slutty noises makes him use your mouth like the fleshlight it is until he feels his cum is spurting out of sensitive tip.

he moans as his core tightens, you yanking this orgasm out of him unapologetically. it takes everything in him to not close his eyes and let the white hot bliss take over. his sweet-sour cum coats your tongue, a worthy reward for relieving this overworked individual of some of his stress. the moans you release send shocks of pleasure straight up hiromi's spine, making his toes curl.

you make good on your wish and let him out of his mouth so he can spary whatever cum he has left all over your pretty, slutty little face. panting like a dog, you revel in how warm his cum is, how it splatters prettily on your visage like abstract art. one of eyes flutters closed as a drop lands right on your eyelid.

"ah, shit!" he swears under his breath. you don't even let him stroke the orgasm out, your hand fervently jerking him off to get as much of his essence out. "fuck, baby, fuck..such a dirty slut aren't you?" a satisfied simper curls his lips as he stares you down. he couldn't be prouder of you, watching his creamy, thick cum paint that gorgeous face. "looking so pretty with my cum all over you..."

and you look as proud of yourself as he does. a soft, grin crinkles your eyes as gaze up at your boss. "thank you, Mr. Higuruma." his cock twitches when you use his professional title.

being his assistant doesn't just stop at bringing him his morning, afternoon, and evening brew, or filing endless reports. no, no, being hiromi higuruma's assistant means all of his needs are met. and if that means getting on your knees in his office at the end of the work day, when the building is sparsely populated with workers, to suck the stress out of him, then so be it.

Geto

movie nights are some of your favorite ways to welcome the weekend with your boyfriend. glutton being your best friend as both of your favorite snacks and drinks crowd the coffee table, a list of films prepped all week to ensure there was never a shortage of entertainment. and let's not forget the blanket that suguru puts in the dryer for ten minutes on high heat for maximum comfort.

all the criterions are met for the perfect movie night, and it's all enhanced when you prance out of the hall wearing those black shorts he loves and an old shirt of his. suguru watches your hips, his eyes making the lazy ascent up to your playful eyes as you saunter over to the sofa.

"what's first on the list?" you ask, plopping down beside him, body flush against his.

"uh," he looks at his phone briefly to check the list he made on his notes app. "it's called Jennifer's Body."

you nod nuzzling and squirming on the cushions until you're comfortable. you angle your head upward at him, a bit of your hair falling softly over your shoulder. "let's get this started then."

you two are barely thirty minutes into the flick before your wandering hands find his dick and cause it to harden under his loose sweats, to which you innocently lowered your head on his lap and found said dick in your mouth. you can only do so much to resist the temptation that is geto suguru's cock, and he would be a complete fool to resist the warm, wet haven that is your skilled mouth.

"fuck, baby. can't even let me watch the movie, huh?" suguru chuckles, hand resting comfortably on your head. "not that I mind though, always make me feel so fuckin' good..."

his words fade on his tongue as you drag your lips down to his cum-filled balls. you've grown addicted to the plushness, the fullness of them in your mouth. you press your tongue to them roughly, coaxing them to give you the deliciousness you know is hidden within. you drag your godsend tongue up his shaft and swallow his cock whole, making his stomach clench, eliciting a wanton groan from him. "shorry, shugu," you say around a mouthful of him, "love your cock shoo much."

suguru’s eyes go out of focus, the pleasure damn near blinding him, as both your hands expertly work his cock and balls in tandem with your mouth. the lewd sucking and gagging sounds along with suguru's deep moans drowns out the movie that you both have long disregarded. your boyfriend's other hand slips over your back to your ass, his rough palm massaging the plush of it. his voice is a husky whisper when he finally collects enough of himself to utter words. "take it deeper, baby..i know you can- ah!" you obey him promptly not letting him finish his sentence. you angle your head, letting his fat tip prod the inside of your cheek. he watches this, feeling the coil in his stomach tighten more. "shit, shit, y/n. so fuckin' nasty..."

"only for you, baby." you've taken your mouth off him with a proud pop, stroking him, spreading your excess spit around him. you look him in the eyes sultrily, eyes zeroing in on his lips. a new desire blossoms in your chest and you realize you really wanna kiss him right now, wanna feel his smooth lips on your wet ones. you want his tongue to caress your own and make you even wetter than you are now.

knowing you for so long comes with the ability to read you like an open book. "make me cum and I'll give you what you want." he promises with a squeeze to your butt, prompting you to lower your head back down to his sheeny dick. you smile sweetly and put all your effort in to making him achieve an orgasm, bobbing your head fervently with a soundtrack of sloppy slurps and gags to get him to cum.

suguru swears and praises you under his breath as the coil tightens impossibly tighter. "don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," his pleas spur you on, making you bring your head all the way down till your nose kisses his pelvis. tracing a vein along his shaft with your tongue, moaning softly is the last push he needs.

his cum spills over your tongue and down your throat, the sweet then sour taste like the most potent drug, making your eyes roll and toes curl. carefully, your lips wrap around his tip so some of his orgasm is caught on your tastebuds. a thin trail of saliva connects you to him as you finally release him. "fuck," suguru breathes, satisfied. "c'mere, love.." he kisses you, his tongue finding your cum-covered one and tasting himself. he sighs deeply, a hand snaking its way to your nape and pulling you closer. when you two part, he gives you a long, searching look, one that seems to be searching for the depths of your heart and what hides in it.

"you're so good to me." he muses, his thumb lazily rubbing your nape. "what did I do to deserve you?" heat floods your system at his sentiment. he has the tendency to become saccharine and raw after intimacy.

you straddle his lap, feeling his dick harden under your weight. "you didn't do anything but love me for me." you relent, cupping his face and kissing him. "and I couldn't ask for anything else."

Toji

you couldn’t wait until after your shift to get his dick down your throat. no, no, you just had to call him out in the middle of the workday, pull him into a dingy alley, and drop to your knees like a common whore.

“this what i do to you, ma?” he rasps as your lips make the lewd descent to his base. “give you dick so good you can’t even go the day without it?” the tip of your nose just barely grazes his rough pubes before your pulling your head back, gasping for air. a string of saliva connecting you to the thing you crave the most in this moment.

“mhm..” you hum distantly. you’re mind is not on anything he’s saying or what’s going on. you don’t care how the pavement bites you through the thin tights you wear, or the passerby just outside the alley. all you care about is dousing the fire in the pit of your stomach that’s been raging since this morning. pumping his cock hurriedly, you suckle on the tip like it’s a casual popsicle.

toji doesn’t like the lack of attention he’s getting, his eyes darkening and lips curling downward. normally, you’re equally infatuated with his dick and him, like they’re two separate beings. cooing to him how much you love his cock, praising it, while worshipping said cock with that godsend mouth of yours.

but right now, it seems your attention is solely on his cock, which doesn't fly over well with your fuckbuddy. instead of gently cupping the back your head like he’s been doing, he seizes a harsh fistful of your locks and bottoms out into your throat. a gasp-like moan is stifled by his length from the sudden intrusion, your eyes widening and tears burning the backs of them. he holds you there, groaning lowly at the way your throat convulses as you gag.

“stupid bitch..” he mutters, he holds you there for a few seconds before sliding himself out your wet cavern to keep you from passing out. you don't even think to tap his leg to signal that it's too much, his cock being the only thing on that dirty ol' mind. "think you too good to answer me or somethin?" your mouth lolls open, your gaze seeing past his.

toji slaps his dick on the side of your face, eyebrows pinched together in what could either be annoyance or confusion. "you cockdrunk already?" all he gets in response is a lazy nod.

the only time you come to your senses is when you fervently try to reunite your tongue with his dick. you sloppily bob your head on him, lewd squelching and sucking sounds bouncing off the alley's dirty walls.

it's rather rare for you to get so cockdrunk you can't even respond to him, so he decides to use this to his advantage.

“you want my cum, pretty? that why you actin like you can’t talk?” toji mutters through clenched teeth. he can barely contain the sounds rumbling in his chest from how good you’re being to him. his eyes flicker to the alley’s entrance, seeing the multitude of people passing you two by obliviously.

his scar twitches as the beginnings of a smirk form on his face. what he wouldn’t give for someone to make a wrong turn for whatever reason and catch you, on your knees giving him the sloppiest head. he brings his attention back to you, watching as his dick slides in and out of your throat with ease.

“s’good a fuckin whore, makin me feel so good..” your fuckbuddy’s words almost collide into each other with how good your mouth feels. his eyes nearly disappear into his skull when he bottoms again, reveling in the constriction of your throat as you gag. he wants to test your limits, see how long you can keep him in that pretty little throat if yours. "you want my cum, so fuckin work for it," he growls.

tears chase each other down your cheeks, leaving dark messy trails of mascara. saliva coats the lower half of your face and some parts of your cheeks. your eyes, a little red with your lashes glittering with tears. a complete and utter slutty mess, thats what you are in this moment. but toji thinks you’ve never looked prettier. a hint of adoration worms its way into his condescending gaze as you loll your tongue out at him as though you are asking for something.

“what? feelin nastier than usual?” he asks, collecting spit onto his tongue to deposit onto your waiting one. he gives you a generous amount, letting it slide off his tongue down to your open mouth in a long, silky trail. you pant like a bitch in heat as you wait for the saliva to land in your mouth, eyes wide with orgastic anticipation.

mixing his saliva with your own, you continue to blow him and let him fuck your face. toji feels his balls tighten as his orgasm approaches. "'agh, fuck, y/n. 'm gettin close.." he doesn’t try to keep quiet anymore than you do, the erotic duet the two of you make reverberating off the alley and back into your ears.

“want me to cum on yer face, slut? paint that pretty face with my cum?” he moans, using your mouth like it’s his own personal fleshlight to reach his climax. you feign a nod through his harsh thrusts.

“shit, ‘m gonna cum, baby. gonna cum all over you...” that’s his final warning before he yanks his dick out of your mouth and releases onto you. your eyes stay glued on him as his thick, potent cum spurts onto your face and into your mouth.

“take it, take it, take it…” he hisses through his teeth. this orgasm of his fierce and he can’t tell if it’s from the grade A head you just gave him, or because of how much of a whore you were and how that turned him on like nothing else. “that’s a good girl,” he sighs once he’s done, twitching a little as you kitten lick his tip for more.

wiping a dollop of his cum from your cheek and sucking it off your finger, you gaze up at him. “thanks, toji.” you’ve come back to your senses, so you stand up and pull a compact mirror from your back pocket. you smirk at your reflection, admiring the milky globs he so graciously left on your face. you won’t admit it, but you love when he defiles you like this, leaves his mark on you so no one ever forgets who gets you to act like this. and you won’t ever need to admit it to him because he already knows, knows you’re his and always will be. 

Nanami

you love your husband, and with that love comes with helping him destress the second he comes through the door to your home. you greet him in a way any wife would: take his coat and hang it for him, asking him how his day was, give him a kiss, which turns into two, then three, then find yourself on your knees undoing his zipper and freeing his aching cock.

"lemme help you, honey. you always work so hard..." you purr, your warm breath traveling over his length and sending shivers up his spine. "God," he breathes, hazel eyes fluttering. "how can I resist when you look at me like that?"

with a simper, you wrap your plush lips around his tip, drinking the precum pooling there. your eyes become heavy-lidded as the flavor of it traverses over your tastebuds. humming your satisfaction, you let in more of his cock. the girth of it stretches out your mouth, forces you to widen your jaw until it aches. the pain is good though; it's worth it if it means you can get more of your husband's dick down your throat.

nanami tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches you, lust vibrating beneath his skin, making him feverish. his breath comes out harshly through his nose as you leer up at him. he'll never get over the polarity with you. outside, you're a respectable young woman, one he is proud to call his wife. you're articulate and kind, you never fail to make his heart swell with affection and pride.

but within the walls of your shared home, you become something else. a minx, a nymph, a siren. you make him ache for you in ways he never has for any woman, bring him pleasure like no one else. you worship him and let him have his way with you. and honestly, there's nothing more he could ask for after another grueling day at work.

"oh, my love..that's so good." your husband moans deeply through labored breaths. "yes, baby, just like that. take me nice and deep."

your tongue presses firmly to the underside of his dick after it has traced every vein on it. you don't even need your hands, having more control with just your mouth than some have with both their hands. he can't tear his eyes away from yours, it's like he's entranced. you've reeled him in and there's no going back.

slow, steady bobbing of your head leaves your spouse breathless. he holds both sides of your head, fighting demons not to buck into your warm, wet, perfect mouth. the subtle gagging sounds you make nearly makes him snap. "such a good wife, treating me s-so nicely.." he praises. "ah, fuck, y'always so good to me..so fuckin good." hearing the usually decorous nanami curse is music to your ears.

nanami can feel his legs weakening, the pleasure that pulses through him with every beat of his heart becoming too much. your throat is so well trained, it takes all his inches with ease. your jaw is achingly numb from being widened for so long. you let your head make small, almost imperceptible circles as you speed up, angling your occasionally so his tip pokes your inner cheek, eliciting a sharp gasp from him.

"ah, y/n," he chuckles, surprised at how slutty yet modest you can be. not a single drop of saliva has escaped your mouth since you've started. "gonna make me cum. p-please, keep going, 'm so close."

with each bob of your head, you get closer to the base, your eyes breaking contact with his to glance at the golden pubes that come just out of reach of your nose.

"yes, yes, yes." nanami's voice raises in pitch for a split second, indicating that you're doing a stellar job. soft moans from you vibrate through him, making him jerk slightly. his fingers dig into your hair his eyes struggling to stay open as ecstasy threatens to shut his brain down entirely.

your husband's jaw drops as he feels himself going right over the edge, careening into the pits of what's going to be an amazing orgasm. when you're sure he can't take anymore, you let your lips kiss his base, snatching his orgasm right from him.

nanami can't stop the pathetic noises he makes as his cum pours done your throat. your throat feels heavenly, constricting and relaxing the way your pussy would. he convulses slightly, a sweet mix of whimpers and soft moans falling from his lips.

"baby- baby, please I can't-" he can barely beg you properly. his hips involuntarily buck further into your mouth as his orgasm reaches its end, his tip jabbing at the back of your throat mercilessly.

you drag your lips slowly back to his tip, watching him darkly as he twitches. you release him with a pop and finally use your hand to gently stroke him.

"c'mon, kento," you say softly as you rise to your feet, still maintaining a gentle hold on him. "lemme help you unwind a little more, you've earned it."

and with that, he falls in love with you all over again.

Gojo

"i've always wanted to try this with you, baby. a-always wanted to see what it'd be like..." your boyfriend has not shut up since you so kindly hung your head off the side of the bed and asked him to fuck your face. his heavy, breathy words heat the room along with the wild lust dancing behind his sky blue eyes. if only you could see that look on his face, the sultry adoration contorting his features.

"takin it so good, pretty. my pretty fuckin whore..." gojo's hands carefully cradles your head and neck. your own hand has busied itself with lazily rubbing your pussy, slick oozing down to your ass and the sheets. the sounds coming from you send ripples of pleasure through gojo's system making him just a bit louder. this angle allows him the view of a lifetime. he can see the bulge his length forms in your small throat, the sight of it making his mind even hazier.

his thrusts stagger and he pulls out to let you breathe. you gulp down fresh air, saliva trailing down onto your cheeks and making its way slowly toward your lower eyelids. gojo strokes himself as you recover, panting with flushed cheeks.

"you're so sexy like this, my sexy little slut." his voice is dripping with sultry adoration and honesty. he truly believes you're a gift from above because who else, other than an angel, would let them be defiled like this for him? he rubs his tip across your puckered lips, smearing precum and spit all over them. "aw God, y-you're gorgeous, angel, y'know that?" his praises continue to tumble out of his mouth as your boyfriend eases his way back into your waiting jaws. "so perfect, perfect f'me."

your fingers pick up the pace along with the speed of his thrusts. primal moans and whimpers, wet slurps and gags, the subtle squelching of your sopping pussy are the only noises in the room. you bring your hand up and pinch your nipple, yanking a gargled moan out of yourself. your essences leaks generously onto the sheets as his tip continues to tease your uvula and reduce your already weak gag reflex.

gojo's shameless whimpers and breathy approval makes you want to do more to please him, so you abandon your nipple, reach out and fondle his heavy balls. "agh, Christ, y/n!" he shouts, moans chasing the words, "tryna make me cum, huh? don't wanna cum too quick, wanna make th-this last.." your soft hands squeeze his breeder balls, coaxing them to give you everything he has to offer. your significant other begs you to ease up, to not tease him so much. you chuckle, the vibration making his mind go blank long enough for you to let your fingers wander to his perineum.

gojo's jaw goes slack as he throws his head back, sloppily thrusting his cum straight into your throat. the pressure in his lower abdomen released without him even realizing and now he can't seem to stop his hips as your delicate fingers massage the space between his ass and scrotum. there's so much cum, too much for your mouth to hold and your throat to take in. some dribbles down the sides of your mouth, over the spit trails on your cheeks and too close to your eye. as his cum slides down your throat, your hips buck upward as you climax onto your fingers. when he pulls out, he strokes the rest of his release out onto your neck and chest, shaking and gasping.

gojo hasn't really opened up about trying certain things, especially butt stuff, but the way he yelped and his usually perfect thrusts stuttered when he came is indication enough that maybe now he will be.

Totusmoto

you've been waiting for this moment, waiting since you first laid eyes on your neighbor. his lumbering figure drifting in and out of the run down apartment complex never failed to trigger something carnal in you. and things only got worse when you'd hear his gravelly, desperate moans through the walls. you couldn't care less for the woman who tried to harmonize with him with her own sounds, all that mattered was listening to him.

so, when your sink suddenly decided to act up, calling the landlord for a repairman was not the first thing that came to mind. you'd run into totsumoto yuushi at the apartment mailbox, both of you silently rifling through envelopes. as soon as the opportunity presented itself, you seized it. you struck up a simple conversation, something about the sweltering heat that summer rolled in. he looked at you with a bored expression at first, wondering why anyone who wasn’t someone he owed money was paying him any mind. but the look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know: behind that polite gaze was a caged, carnal beast that wanted him.

it was then he knew you were definitely worth getting to know. over time, you two became well acquainted. chatting nonstop at the laundromat, while you two retrieved the mail, and just anywhere you two happened to be. everything was falling into place, just like you wanted. one day, you casually asked him if he knew anything about plumbing. having been a maintenance man for one of his many jobs, he told you yes. and yuushi had an inclination there was much more to this inquiry of yours than his expertise regarding pipes.

so now, on another sweltering afternoon after your neighbor so graciously fixed your faulty sink pipes, you're paying him back for his kindness by swallowing his dick whole.

"h-holy shit- you're really g-good." your neighbor's gravelly voice only darkens the wet patch already staining your panties. one hand you pumps the parts of yuushi's cock that you're out of practice throat can't quite reach. your eyebrows pinch together slightly as you watch him ogle you. you're lost in those dark eyes of his, not wanting to be anywhere else other than under his carnal stare.

"mhm, take it. take it like the good girl you are..." he's much sweeter than you anticipated, but from what you've heard through the walls, it doesn't come to much of a surprise. yuushi gently places his hand on your head, guiding you down his shaft. "that's it, you can take more of me, more of this fuckin cock."

the need to please yuushi, to show him you're better than whoever gets the honor of being fucked silly by him every night, becomes more important than the need for air. so, just to prove how badly you need him, you take in more of his thick inches, your eyes forcing themselves shut so you can focus on controlling your gags. yuushi groans, gripping the counter behind him with his free hand fiercely. the spasms of your throat are heavenly. "just like that, fuck. yes, baby, yes." even if he tries, he can't stifle the pathetic sounds you force out of him.

you reel back, a thin spit trail connecting you to him. you gasp, which dissolves into heavy panting. you're eyes are completely clouded over, a look that tells yuushi: i'm your whore, so treat me like one.

"c'mon love, back in your mouth." he orders breathily when he thinks you've had a long enough breather. "wanna feel your mouth again, c'mon, please.."

your hand and mouth work double time, thick globs of saliva hitting the tile of your kitchen as your gargle on his dick. yuushi senses his climax chasing him down from the telltale tightness in him stomach. the impending orgasm causes him to lose himself just a bit, and he bucks up into your mouth in time with the bobbing of your head. "fuck, angel." he pants, his brain fogging over with the white bliss that's building like a tsunami coming to shore. "just a bit more, 'm almost there, almost... fuck!"

he grabs the sides of your head and brings your lips flush against his base. his cum floods your mouth, letting you briefly taste its warm saltiness, before traveling down your esophagus. the white of your eyes are all he can see, or would see if his head wasn't thrown back from the immense pleasure. when he's done, he slowly withdraws his gleaming cock from your jaws, trying and failing to catch his breath.

he looks down at you with the utmost fondness, so much so, your heart flutters like a lovestruck teen's. yuushi truly can't believe his luck. sure, sex with the spirit haunting his room may be some of the best sex he's ever had, but you, you're something else. maybe it's how tangible you are, how he can see you whenever. maybe it's because now he's unabashedly curious of what else you have in store. maybe it's because he knows being with a ghost may never amount to being with a living, breathing woman. whatever the case may be, he knows it's going to be borderline impossible for him to stay away from you now.

[ssorenz]

F*CK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME BABY!!

pairings (separate) ୨ৎ : toji fushiguro x reader, gojo satoru x reader, choso kamo x reader, suguru geto x reader

contains ୨ৎ : adult content (mdni), piv penetration, jealous/angry s*x, face sitting, c*nnilingus, overstim, car sex, squ*rting, edging, oral s*x (giving and receiving), pet names

a/n ୨ৎ : i might make a part 2 w/ sukuna, higuruma, nanami and shoko (or others), but it depends on how well this does!! not proofread btw, i posted this while half asleep 👎

in honor of me hitting 300+!!

toji fushiguro—☆

“fuck did i tell you about hangin’ out with that— bastard?” toji emphasizes each of his words with a snap of his hips. deep, merciless strokes into that, slick, puffy cunt of yours.

it was tired, tired from all the abuse it had taken. toji managed to pull three— no, four orgasms out of you in the span of an hour.

impossible for some. but toji? never that. he knew you like the back of his hand.

which is exactly how he knew you’d be so gullible, so naive, towards your conniving coworker.

of course you didn’t notice when he’d take glances at your tits as they restrained in your uniform. of course, when he offered to take you out to restaurants, you thought of it as ‘strictly business’.

but of course, thats what toji was here for— to keep you in check.

“im, haah— m’sorry tojii!!” you choked out a pathetic sob, trying your best to find common ground with the man. this torture had gone on for.. god knows how long. your brain was too fuzzy to even attempt to recall what time it was.

“sorry, my ass. shoulda’ been sorry a long time ago, mama. s’too late for all that now..” he grunted in reply, still continuing the ungodly pace he was going at.

jackhammering himself into you at this point— his full, aching balls slapping against your wetness.

he had your back arched— face up, ass down, hands tied behind your back, bobbing up and down with each mean thrust. red marks ingrained into the fat of your hips from the way he hooked his nails into them, making sure you’d be unable to run from him.

and it wasn’t just your hips that were marked, oh no. the crook of your neck, just along your collarbone, the inner and outer regions of your plush thighs. toji made sure to mark you up real nice and good.

“if you were really sorry,” he continued. “you would’ve stopped fuckin’ talking to that asshole months ago. then he woulda never thought it was— shit, be so handsy wit’ ya’.”

as toji replayed the scene in his head, his strokes were even sharper, practically burying you into the mattress at this point. he remembered picking you up from work, in your blouse and short pencil skirt that rode up your ass.

your coworker stopped you before leaving though, exchanging a quick goodbye, and a ‘simple hug.’ atleast thats what you called it.

but having his hands around your waist, slowly inching towards the hem of your skirt was anything but simple.

“toji, please— m’ really sorry! didn’t know..” you almost incoherently babbled out. the way his cock repeatedly pummeled its way against your sweet spot, it had you dumb. stupid, even.

“ya’ never fuckin’ know, huh? poor thing..gotta protect you from these men out here, yeah? need me by your side at all times?” he cooed sarcastically as you frantically nodded in reply.

“need you, daddy. n-need you to protect me—”

toji chuckled darkly, almost feeling bad from how pathetic you looked, how pathetic you sounded. the way your eyes rolled back as he hit your g-spot over and over, or the helpless cries that left your mouth as he did so.

“good. n’ thats how it needs to stay, mama.”

satoru gojo—☆

satoru couldn’t wait. he physically could not wait until he got home. no no, he needed you now.

his hands were engulfed in your hair, grabbing a plentiful handful as he bobbed your head up and down, soft groans of pleasure emitting from his parted lips.

“you thought that shit you pulled today was funny, yeah? messy fuckin’ girl.”

gojo had a meeting earlier with the higher-ups, discussing training for his students. you were practically on your knees, begging to tag along. after some consideration, he obliged (of course)—after all, who’s he to deny his favorite girl?

unfortunately for you, the meeting was more boring than you thought. listening to their voices drone on for what felt like eternities made your head ache.

unfortunately for satoru though, you let boredom get to the best of you.

he looked so damn attractive next to you, so professional— like his whole demeanor changed. your mind couldn’t help but wander elsewhere. your hands couldn’t help but wander either, as they discreetly drifted to the middle of his lap.

gojo let out a soft groan as you began palming him through his slacks, but was quick to conceal it with a cough. he tried desperately not to react too visibly, but it was becoming increasingly tormenting with each passing moment.

finally, after what felt like an eternity for both of you (though likely only seconds), satoru couldn't contain himself any longer— interrupting the meeting abruptly by announcing that you both needed to leave early due "to personal matters." with that excuse out of the way, he dragged you out before anyone could question the sudden departure.

to be quite frank, it was hilarious. well, in your eyes atleast. for satoru…?

ah, not so much.

mascara ran down your cheeks, tears welling up—blurring your vision as you felt the tip of his cock hit your uvula over and over. you could feel it throbbing angrily in your mouth as your tongue slobbed around the base.

gojo continued thrusting his hips back and forth into your mouth, holding onto your hair tightly. looking up, you could see his eyes rolling to the back of his head, milky strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

even in his state, he still looked so dreamy.

satoru held you down, forcing you onto his base, your nose brushing against his well-kept happy trail. you choked, strings of drool pooling effortlessly down his cock. he let out a deep, throaty moan that seemed to reverberate inside the car. your mouth was so warm, so welcoming.

gojos thrusts intensified as he continued to recklessly pound himself into your slack jaw, the salty taste of his precum dribbling onto your tongue. he was close to cumming— you both knew it.

his movements became more shaky and jagged, sloppily going in and out of your mouth before stopping. before you knew it, sweet yet salty ropes of his essence painted the back of your throat— making you instinctively swallow. satoru quickly pulled out, resting his bare cock on your face as he felt another load arising.

and it did, painting your pretty face with his sticky, pearlescent seed.

gojo looked at the sight beneath him, cursing underneath his breath as he admired how good you looked. even covered in his cum, even with your hair all disheveled, you still looked amazing.

“a-acting out to get what you want— tsk, what a brat.” he teased, still recovering from his orgasm. typical gojo, even in his weakest moments, he never lost his charm nor attitude.

“well it worked, didn’t it?” you retorted, a sly smirk playing on your lips.

“i- uh. . . no comment.”

kamo choso—☆

choso was never the type to take his anger out on his loved ones, especially you.

the half curse, half human wasn’t unfamiliar with the feelings of anger and jealousy, although he never experienced the writhing feeling first hand.

but of course, there’s always a first time for everything.

“mine, mine, mine—“ choso whined, a series of breathless moans following soon after as he shamelessly pummeled into you. he had you in a nasty mating press as you lay flat on the bed, legs damn near reaching your ears.

“you’re my girlfriend, no one else’s. . . especially not— hngh, his.”

your male friend, who obviously had the hots for you. choso was baffled you couldn’t tell, as his flirtatious remarks and actions weren’t even that subtle.

the way he’d compliment your outfits, blatantly staring at your chest— especially when you wore lower cut tops. or when he’d ogle at your curves, licking his lips as his eyes rode up your thighs.

or like today, when he suggested you leave your boyfriend for him. now that, was choso’s last straw.

"you really shouuuld, ya know?" he slurred into your ear, clearly intoxicated from the drinks you both were sipping on. choso was just a few feet away in the living area, engrossed in some show he was watching. but his eyes flicked over to you occasionally, as he kept an eye on the situation.

"i mean, why are you even with him?" your friend continued, his voice a loud whisper, clearly thinking he was discreet. "you deserve someone who really appreciates you. someone like... me."

choso was enraged—he undeniably heard every word. someone who really appreciates you? the nerve.

standing up, he approached you two, shooting daggers into your friends wicked expression as he wrapped his muscular arm around your waist.

but that cockiness soon faltered after noticing your boyfriends deadly glare. your male friend started pathetically apologizing, claiming it was a ‘joke.’

but even choso knows that drunk words are sober thoughts.

“f-fuuck, ‘cho…he, aah— didnt mean it!”

“dont c-care…” he grunted, low and rough. his jagged, uncontrolled, breaths tickled against your skin as he nuzzled his way into the crook of your neck. “i appreciate you more than he, nngh, ever w-will.”

you let out a soft moan, his words shooting shivers down your spine. choso was never like this— so possessive. but who’s to say you were complaining?

he continued ravishing into you, so carnally— the feeling of being so completely claimed by him was both exhilarating and terrifying.

but damn, it turned you on like nothing else.

his pants echoed in your ears as he picked up speed, his body moving against yours in perfect rhythm, the sound of his thighs slamming against your own. any thoughts you had, fled from your mind except for the sensation of his cock bottoming out inside you and the way he took control of both your body and mind.

as the intensity built, you could feel yourself getting closer to you peak. you didn't want it to end, but you also knew that when it did, the pure feeling alone would be delectable.

“choso— m’gonna, f-fuck! mm’gonna cumm~!” you blubbered out, your eyes starting to pool. with those words, he picked up his pace even more— delving deeper inside of you. just as you were about to let go and give in, adrenaline coursing through your veins, choso objected.

"n-not yet,” he denied. “m’ not done with you yet."

geto suguru—☆

“s’too much, sug’!” you sobbed loudly as geto’s tongue danced around your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

you squirmed and writhed on suguru's face, your hips grinding against his mouth as he expertly teased your clit with his tongue. you couldn't believe how good it felt, how skilled he was at his craft.

"suguru..." you panted, gripping the headboard tightly as yet another wave of pleasure hit you like a semi-truck. "m’sorry, please. i-i didn’t mean it…”

suguru chuckled softly against your sensitive flesh, his expression twisting into a devilish grin. "oh?" he teased, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "didn’t mean what? i can’t quite recall what it was."

he knew exactly what you were implying. yet, he was teasing— because the both of you knew what you said earlier contradicted this current state you were in now.

you bit your lip, feeling a warm blush creep up on your cheeks at the memory of what had come out of your mouth during the heat of the moment. "..‘said that you n-never make me cum," you mumbled sheepishly.

geto paused for a moment before resuming his ministrations with renewed vigor, causing yet another surge of pleasure to ripple through your body. "is that so? hm… i’ve never made you cum?" he asked mockingly, his voice full of amusement. “well she’s tellin’ me otherwise baby.”

he was referring to your cunt. the way “she” squelched as suguru slid his slender fingers in with ease, coated from your own slick mixed with his saliva.

the way he curled those digits inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that made your back arch and moans escape from between parted lips even as they were pressed against his face.

as his fingers continued to stroke your inner walls, searching for that perfect spot that would send you over the edge, his other hand reached up to play with one of your nipples.

the combination of the two was enough to make your head spin and your body shudder with anticipation. "s-suguru..." you whimpered out between gasps for air. "please... don't stop..."

his only response was a low rumble from deep within his chest—vibrating against your cunt as he swirled his tongue around your clit once again before finally taking it into his mouth completely, plunging two fingers deep inside of you.

a sharp hiss escaped from between your clenched teeth, followed by a subdued cry as suguru circled inside of you. he smirked, watching eagerly as your facial expression twisted lewdly with each nasty ministration. he was such a tease.

it felt as though your very being was on the verge of exploding. every nerve ending screamed for release, begging to be set free from this torment. the tension coiled tightly within you, threatening to snap at any moment and send waves of ecstasy crashing over your body.

you could feel it coming closer now— that inevitable peak where all sensations would converge into one, resulting in a mind-blowing orgasm. your heart raced, pounding against your chest like a drum signaling an approaching storm. sweat trickled down between your breasts and pooled at the small of your back as you arched further into suguru's touch.

but as quick as the pleasure built to a crescendo, it ended just as fast.

geto pulled his mouth away suddenly, grinning up at you from his spot between your legs, eyes sparkling with mischief. "since you said i never make you cum," he teased, his fingers curling inside of you in a way that threatened to push you over the edge yet again.

"i’m sure someone else will be able to help alleviate that little problem of yours." and with those words, he rose from his place underneath your figure. your legs being shaky, unstable, gave out beneath you, making you plop onto the mattress.

as geto sauntered towards the door with a smug smile on his face, he turned back to give one last taunt. “dont worry," he said with an air of false concern. "it shouldn’t be too hard finding someone that makes you cum as hard as i do."

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

carnival

this fic is 100% inspired by this edit from rafesins, please go watch and support it on tiktok!!!

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, dealer!rafe, reader does coke, blowjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), kinda sex as payment??

“what you want, pretty?” rafe asks, already tugging you towards the back room. “some white, and then you.” you smirk at him, pulling your lower lip between your teeth.

“yeah?” rafe smiles at you, shutting the bedroom door behind you, usually off limits for those seeking some of his stash, but not for you. 

“here baby.” rafe tosses a small baggie at you, filled with white powder. you tap it out onto the back off your hand in a jagged line, but it doesn’t matter the presentation as you sniff up the coke, barely able to put the rest of your bag in your purse before it hits you.

“how much i owe you?” you ask.

“you should know better than that.” rafe shakes his head. “i don’t need your money.” you don’t bother to respond, sinking immediately to your knees, glad for the plush rug keeping them from bruising. “just need your mouth.” rafe undoes his belt, allowing your hands to take over and pull it free from the belt loops. 

“good thing im a pro.” you make quick work of rafes pants, tugging them down for him to step out of, knowing the night isn’t going to end just from you sucking him off.

you rub your hand over his length, the material of his underwear still blocking you, but he’s already hard, was the second he saw you at the party, knowing you would eventually come to him.

“cmon, pretty.” rafe encourages you, his voice soft but you know its not a request, but rather a command for you to stop teasing.

you pull his underwear down, mouth immediately surrounding his cock before its even all the way down his thighs. rafe lets out a moan, not caring who could possibly hear him.

“thats it.” he groans when you suck lower, being careful not to let your teeth accidentally scrape against his length.

“so good.” you mumble when you pull back to kiss at his tip, licking your tongue over his slit to collect any precum that has leaked, moaning when you taste him on your tongue.

you don’t savor it for long before sinking your head again, setting up a fast rhythm, pushing his cock all the way down your throat and then pulling back until just his head is between your lips.

your gag reflex doesn’t make an appearance, it hasn’t since you first started sucking rafe off for blow, gagging only once when you realized how much bigger he was than anyone you’ve had before. you’ve never made a mistake since.

rafes moans are like music to your ears, the song pumping from the speakers at the party going on throughout the rest of the house also filling the bedroom.

go, go, go, go

head so good, she a honor roll

she’ll ride that dick like a carnival

i done did the impossible

you pull away to blink up at rafe, unsure if its the influence of the song or the drugs in your system mixing with the alcohol you pregramed. “let me ride you, rafe.”

“fuck, yeah.” he nods without a second thought.

“cum in my mouth first? i do owe you for the coke.” you want to make sure rafe is down for getting it up twice in one night, but he doesnt use his words to confirm, instead wrapping his hands in your hair and shoving your head back down.

you moan around his cock, knowing how much rafe likes feeling the vibrations as he starts to press his hips forward. you stop your motions up on down, covering your teeth and relaxing your throat.

“fuck yes.” rafe groans, thrusting forward while holding your head still, allowing him to fully shove down your throat.

you place your hands on his thighs to keep yourself stable as he fucks your throat, making you even more excited to get inside of him later, to feel him thrusting up into you while he’s on top.

“close.” rafe warns, your mouth far too good to last any longer, especially not with the promise of your pussy next.

you glide one hand up his thigh, cupping his balls, and its what sends rafe over the edge, groaning out your name as he cums, releasing into your mouth. 

you suck him gently through his high before pulling off, opening your mouth to show rafe your cum covered tongue.

“jesus, baby, you deserve all the blow in the world for that head.” you swallow before smiling up at him, “thank you, rafey.”

rafe helps you up, your legs a little numb from kneeling down, but its out of your mind as rafe wraps his arms around your waist, hauling your body against his in a strong kiss.

“get on the bed.” you pull away from rafes mouth. rafe is slow in unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers moving slowly as he watches you grab your purse from the floor, inhaling some more of the white powder before you step out of your heels, revealing your perfectly painted white toenails.

rafe licks his lips as he climbs onto the bed, now completely naked as you stand in front of him, moving slowly to the music as your hands run over your body, dress not hiding anything as it fits you like a second skin. 

you don’t tease rafe for too long before you begin to strip your clothes off, revealing that you’ve just got a bra on underneath your dress, having forgone panties like you always do on nights out, not caring if anyone sees your pussy.

you crawl onto the bed, watching rafes cock twitch, already halfway hard again just from watching you get naked for him.

“love these tits, come here baby.” rafe says, his back propped up by the headboard. you crawl onto his lap, hovering your cunt over his cock to tease him as rafe cups your chest, smirking when you jiggles your boobs in his face.

“you could do lines off them sometime.” you offer rafe, his eyes lighting up as he looks at you.

“damn, you really work for your free stash, don’t you baby?” he laughs. you know you’re going above and beyond, but its not truly about the free drugs and rafe knows it.

you reach between your bodies as rafes thumbs swipe over your nipples, watching them harden before his eyes as you grasp his cock, only having to give it a few strokes before he’s ready to go again.

“clean?” you ask rafe, hoping you can have him without a condom.

“yeah. pill?” he asks you.

you shake your head and tap the side of your arm. “implant.”

rafe nods. “i’m taking you raw then.” 

“damn right.” you nod, raising your hips to line up your entrance with his cock, sinking down with a soft moan, having to move slowly with rafes cock stretching your walls.

“oh shit.” rafe groans, his head falling backwards against the headboard. “youre so fucking tight.”

you make a point to clench around his dick, tightening your pussy even more around him before beginning to move, starting slowly as you move back and forth, rafes hands moving down to hold your waist as your hands press against his abs to give yourself some stability.

you lean in to kiss rafe, needing his mouth back on yours as you begin to bounce faster, thighs straining as you ride him.

rafe moans into your mouth, letting you move however you please, knowing this won't be the last time he has you naked before him, not going to be able to hold back now that he's got a feel of your pussy.

“so big.” you coo out, hips moving from side to side, almost in a dancing motion as you ride, occasionally pressing all the way down to grind your clit into his body. you can feel his abs clenching underneath your palms as rafe gasps and groans, making you smile, realizing how good you're making him feel.

you suddenly pull off, making rafe cry out at the loss, but you quickly turn and line your pussy back up with his cock. you place your hands between his legs on the bed and lower your cunt over his cock, ass now facing rafe.

“oh fuck.” he moans, hands gripping your bum as you begin to bounce it up and down, using every trick you have in your book, loving the way rafe feels inside of you, long and thick.

“love your dick.” you look over to your shoulder to tell rafe. “want you to cum in me.”

“keep going like that baby and im gonna.” rafe warns. 

you smile and face forward to put all your effort into riding rafe, knowing your ass must be bouncing deliciously from the way he grips and slaps at it while you move.

you gasp when rafe suddenly pushes you forward, falling to your stomach as his body covers yours, chest pressing into your back as he cums, lodging his cock deep inside you to release himself, making you shudder as your pussy pulses around him, milking every last drop.

“oh, fuck.” rafe groans, flopping to the side, his cock slipping easily out of you.

you can't help but giggle at his heavy breathing, his eyes closed as his chest rising up and down.

you shimmy closer, trying to keep your thighs squeezed shut to not leak all over the bed. “that was so good, rafey. can't believe we hadn't done that before.”

“never gonna settle for just your mouth now that ive felt that.” rafe laughs out, placing his hand behind your head to bring you in for a kiss. “although you do have a hell of a mouth on you.”

“well you'll have to have both because there's no way im gonna stop sucking you off.” you laugh.

“i think that can be arranged.” rafe smirks, sighing when someone knocks at the door, probably barry needing him to keep selling.

“find me after the party?” you question, sliding off the bed, knowing you'll need to find a bathroom as soon as you leave the bedroom to clean yourself up.

“of course.” rafe nods, standing up as well and quickly getting redressed before helping you with your dress and heels.

someone knocks again and you go to head for the door, but rafe grabs your hand, slipping another baggie of white powder into it.

“you've earned it.” he smiles at you.

you grin back, pulling him in for one more kiss before heading out into the chaos.

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[slamminslamminmcgill]

all im saying is ✨Logan with a knot✨ and Wade overstimulating you bc you cant get away -🦐

shrimp anon more like shrimp COLORS bro your vision is INSANE!!!!!!

soooo idk conventional a/b/o rules and i kinda don't care so im picturing a heat cycle as once a month endeavour. and bc you're on T you're a HORNY motherfucker and you're angry and violent so it's basically whoever can get their hands on you or knot in you first will take care of you. then as long as you get bred at least once you're fine. then you calm down and it's big aftercare hours bc your post-heat clarity endorphins are going CRAZY

now since your heat only comes once a month, wade treats it as a special occasion. and it wouldn't be fair of him to do the honors EVERY month, now would it?

so even though he's home with you, and logan's not, and won't be for a while, wade wilson will refuse to fuck you. it's not his turn. he did it last month.

and your heat is MISERABLE. imagine the worst period cramp you ever had, combined with hot flashes, searing rage, and it gives your cunt the sensitivity of a fucking bear trap. you'll clamp down on anything that touches you.

so no matter how much you suffer. no matter if you scream, cry, beg, grovel, bite, or commit acts of gratuitous violence against him.

he will hold out.

he will hold out until logan gets home and finds you naked, cuffed to the bed by your hands and ankles, a chewy ball-gag in your mouth getting crushed by your gritting teeth, and wade's holding a wand vibrator to your cunt.

he waves gayly at logan, "hey pinkie pie, merry christmas! wanna come open your gift?"

"jesus christ, are you fucking torturing him?! the hell is wrong with you?!"

"with ME?! where's your holiday spirit?"

logan just stares at him blankly, puzzled by what this psychotic dipshit could possibly be talking about. in response, and in the spirit of the season, wade sings him a song.

"🎼it's the mooost wonderful tiiiiime, of the mooonth~!🎵"

now he gets it.

"oh... okay. so then why did you tie him down like that?"

"well, we had a little INCIDENT earlier..."

--

you had managed to grab one of wade's guns and shot him in the chest

"OW!!! you RESOURCEFUL little shit!!! GRRR, oh~ mysweetboybabydarling i'msoproudofyou, butnoi'mnot, BAD BOY!!!"

--

"no, i mean why didn't you take care of him your-fucking-self, wilson? you really gotta make this my problem as soon as i walk in the fuckin' door?"

"your PROBLEM?! i hand you some prime-time, limited-edition, hot and bothered, ripe for the breeding, tranny boy BUSSY on a silver platter, and that's somehow NOT where your dick wants to spend its evening? am i hearing that right? please tell me i'm not. please tell me you're not this stupid, pookie bear."

instead of arguing back, logan goes quiet. he's thinking. and then, he laughs. that low, husky laugh that you have when you're marveling at the nerve of whatever dumb motherfucker is talking to you. or maybe, when that dumb motherfucker is making a point.

"heh... y'know what? fine." logan angrily strips his clothes off, one by one. his tanktop, "you want me to be the one to knot him? huh?" his belt, his jeans "can't do anything yourself, can ya?" and lastly, his boxers. then he grabs his cock and shakes it at wade.

"so then get me hard, you faggot." he clicks his tongue twice. "c'mon."

wade throws himself at logan's knees and gives him that gawkgawk4000turbotyphoon treatment to get him up. logan sighs in relaxation, grateful that wade was putting his mouth to such better use. once his eyes flutter open, he nods at you, finally giving you even a modicum of attention while you're under intense distress, and he merely waves at you nonchalantly, like how a pedestrian does to a car that lets him cross.

"hang tight, bub. be with ya in a second."

wade works him over until his knot is just barely starting to swell. he then takes his fattened cock and slaps wade across the face with it.

"take his chains off."

"hm... are you sure you want me to do that, princess? he's feisty, y'know. might get yourself bit, if you're not careful."

logan slaps wade again, but this time it's a bitchslap, using the back of his hand. and his claws.

"take. his fucking. chains off."

"mmm, right AWAY, your majesty~!"

[lovexjoe]

Filming Pieces of Her

warning: smut, age gap, some fluffy

A/N: I had a request for Jacob and a younger co star smut idk what happened to the inbox request but here you go!

Synopsis: Y/N plays Andy who is 20 while Jacob is Michael Vargas who is 31. After their kissing scene Y/N had to take a break.

She doesn’t get it at all. She’s 20 and he’s 11 years older than her! How is she crushing on this man so much?! His fun personality and that goddamn accent doesn’t help it either. The set was being filmed in Georgia today then we’re flying out to Australia to finish up the rest. Andy her character was a simple girl so the glitz and glam wasn’t necessary. The director just asked for Y/N to apply simple makeup so here she was preparing for the hotel scene. Where Andy and Michael kiss and there’s clearly sexual tension between the two prior.

It’s fine ….. at least you’ll kiss him and get it out the way right? You applied your concealer and left it there to dry a bit to get more coverage. A tap on your trailer making you jump.

“Come in!” The door immediately opens with Jacob holding smoothies and a small pouch.

“It’s too late to grab dinner so I managed to get us smoothies. Could you help me apply this stuff” he waves his makeup pouch. He is just too cute.

Jacob was known for his role as Armando in Bad Boys. There’s something about him in a fuller beard and more reserved that turned you on. He sits in the empty chair beside you and watches as you finished up your makeup.

“Honestly you don’t even need that stuff you’re beautiful already.” He casually says as he sips his smoothie.

“Flattering me at this time at night is dangerous, Scipio” you jokingly wiggle your brows at him causing his cheeks to turn pink

“I’m just saying” he puts his hands up innocently.

You dab little dots of concealer on his little imperfections, you didn’t mind them but he had to be camera perfect. Jacob was beautiful as is. You stood between his legs, blending out the concealer while he’s looking up at you. His eyes are sinful. They could make anyone fold.

“Are you nervous? ….for the kiss?” His hands rest on the side of your thighs and you didn’t know how the fuck you stood still cause you wanted to melt right then and there.

“A little bit?….given it’s my first kiss…” You put his finishing powder on and started packing up the products.

“First on screen kiss? Well im honored”

“No Jacob….uhh my first kiss ever….” He thought for a minute as to why anyone would wait this long to kiss someone as enticing as you. Then he remembered you’ve been modeling for most of your younger years and only recently started acting. You barely had a regular childhood.

“Well…” He now stands behind her, looking at her through the mirror.

“Like I said, I’m honored.” He places a soft kiss to her temple before heading out to set.

Oh she was done for.

~~~~~~~~~

Filming the hotel scene

Michael: (sighs) I’ll take the couch

Andy: You’re not sleeping in here. Get your own room

Michael: That’s not how it works

Andy: Well I’m not comfortable with that

Michael: And I’m not comfortable with letting you out of my sight. So….tie me up if it’ll make you feel better, but neither one of us is leaving this room.

Andy: *glares in frustration and sexual tension*

Director: Cut! Good job guys. We’ll finish the rest in 10 minutes. You walked off to grab some water and freshen up. Your nerves getting to you. Andy is the one to initiate the kiss and you don’t know how you’re gonna have the balls to do it. You pep talked yourself in the mirror. He’s just a guy after all.

~~~~~

Director: and ACTION!

Running, fast as you can from someone who could potentially kill you. Trying to find an escape in a panic, was there multiple? Michael was caught up at the hotel with an intruder and I don’t even know if he’s okay. I’m out of breath and I can barely hold on but I’m running. I don’t want to die. I see a fence up ahead and I do my best to climb it. I felt someone grab my leg and I let out a cry for help hoping someone could just save me

Michael: hey hey it’s me it’s okay. I got you. They’re gone.

You drop down into his arms and let out a cry you’ve been holding. Your mom’s secret causing complete chaos to your life. Your heavy breathing subsides and you look up at him. He’s been protecting you this entire time, risking his life for you. Was that time at the bar real? The way he was looking at me, my body couldn’t resist this any longer. I pulled him in for a kiss. A long awaiting kiss.

~~~~~

Characters aside, Jacob’s lips were so soft and his hands felt so big and warm around my waist. We were told that the kiss should last a few minutes. I let out a soft moan, his hands coming up to caress my face as his tongue slips in my mouth. My god. I could stay here. I started to suck on his tongue and he lets out a groan.

“And CUT! Perfect job guys we’ll take a 30 and finish up.”

When we both pulled away, we look at each other for a few minutes then I excuse myself. I headed straight to my trailer not speaking a word to anyone. I’m hot and completely bothered. You took off your jeans since they got ripped from the hooks on the fence. You threw it on the floor, utterly flustered from that kiss when Jacob comes in unannounced.

“H-hey” you said nervously. He closes the door and locks it. Not saying a word to you, eyes on you like you’re his prey. That innocent sparkle in your eyes as if you didn’t just turn him on in ways he didn’t realize was possible. He sits on the couch just watching you, your legs were tightly pressed together trying to find some relief. He notices and lets out a small laugh.

You narrow your eyes at him, this man knew exactly what he was doing to you. You walked over to him, straddling him as he places his hands on your ass.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned him as you take in the scent of his cologne.

“You’re clearly in need of some relief and I’m tired of acting like I don’t want you.” He guides your hips on his leg and you left out a soft gasp. His lips meet your neck as he unbuttons your white bottom up. Your character Andy wearing the most see through top and a black bra has been beyond distracting.

“Jacob!” You let out a moan as he sucks in your neck. He pulls away resting his forehead against yours.

“Tell me to stop and I will. Do you want this?”

“Y-yes” You move your hips against his leg as he pulls you in, getting lost in your lips. Trailing his kisses down to your neck then your chest. He pulls down your bra, massaging your breast, placing one nipple in his mouth. Your moans only being music to his ears. Your clit starting to feel simulated as you kept moving in the same spot.

You call out his name knowing that you were close, you felt your wetness against his jeans.

“Keep going baby, cum on my leg. I’ve got you.” He held you close with one arm as his other hand continues to guide your hips. You could barely even coherent a sentence you were just moaning out for him, reaching your peak. Still you were craving more.

“J-Jacob please touch me. I want you!” He lets you ride out your first orgasm holding you close.

“Before we go any further, please let me take you out to dinner first. It wouldn’t feel right to do this here.”

Oh a gentlemen he is. You agreed and hoped this blossoms into something more.

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[etoilesombre]

Hi im a new here i finally watched black sails after someone convinced me. And im changed. I'm. Yeah. I'm not who i was before. It's a bizarrely good show?

I'm so so so glad that so many ppl on ao3 agree with me that flint and silver need to fuck. Have fucked. Will fuck.

This will be all i think about for the next month or so.

If you have fic recs do let me know. I'm in dire need.

Hi my friend and welcome to hell! It's the best, right? ("Month" is a HIGHLY optimistic estimate about how long this will consume your brain...)

So honored that you asked for recs! I don't think I've ever compiled a general list of favorites, I had a great time and I think I'm happy with the results. This is by no means comprehensive, and obviously HIGHLY reflective of my own tastes, which are... uh.. I am known to not enjoy nice things very much. I invite others to reblog with their own favorites. Here we go...

Notes: These are in vaguely chronological order. I'm including word count and brief descriptions so you know what you're getting into but no warnings or anything, that's all on AO3. They are all silverflint and all explicit (I think, there might be one or two 'mature' in there but, this is the they need to, have, and will fuck list.) I didn't include any of my own work because presumably that's how you found my blog so you're aware, but I do have a pinned list, and if you want recs for mine or to talk about any of these just message, I will talk about silverflint all day.

Overall Recommendations:

The Most Unexpected Things by forbiddenarchives (~20k words) I think this one is a great starting point. It is very.. fic flavored fic, if that makes sense, in a great way. Hits the spot. The author's description is "season 2 if everyone were 5000% hornier" and that is accurate. Note this is marked as unfinished, but the place it wraps up feels totally reasonable to me.

As Good as Gone by spinninginfinityboy (~5.5k words) Complicated hot weird semi-hate sex on the way to Charles Town. A thing with a Spanish Dubloon that is emblazoned on my brain forever.

Combat by equestrianstatue (~10k words) A two part series, which I think captures the push-pull early frenemies vibe of s1-2 perfectly. Also the writing itself is stellar.

All alone in a moonlit shanty by PrimalScream (4.3k) Celebrating a good day hunting, Flint gets very drunk and tells the crew a dirty story. Silver tries to put him to bed, but he has different ideas. By far one of the lighter things on this list.

after the winnowing by princesskay (~14k) Set after Silver loses his leg, early in his recovery. Silk pajamas, multiple orgasms and overstimulation as well as their usual codependent fuckery.

What It Feels Like Not to Hurt by Robotboy (~9k) Another recovery fic. As the author says, it's 9k of slowburn watersports but really it's about Silver's pain and autonomy and humiliation and. Just. Even if it's not your usual cup of tea it's hot, give it a try.

vigia by doomcountry (~3k) A short, perfect rendering of their dynamic during early s3 raid times. Heartwrenching character study, excellent porn.

The Sack of James Flint by princesskay (~107k) So, yes, this is a novel length sub!Flint cock and ball torture series. I would make the argument that it is one of the best character studies in the fandom, for real. Absolutely worth your time, but fuck, it hurts your heart as much as your captain's balls in the end.

Concurrence by ember_firedrake (~2.5k) Mid s3. The first time they call each other by their first names. Now, that's not actually a thing I think they do, but, good porn and lower angst.

appreciation by nysscientia (~8k) Flint cultivates a certain aloof persona, but Silver sees right through it, and eventually they kiss about it.

Don't Fear The Ships (Fear The Black) by Farasha (~10k) - Silverflint use learning to sail as a coded way to flirt and talk about feelings (and eventually they kiss about it).

A Ship Is A Republic by Robotboy (~20k) A slow burn fic set during the inter-season sword training times. Love this dynamic, this author does power bottom Flint and sub Silver so fucking well.

deliverance is ours by the light of the stars by piratecaptainraven (3.1k) Flint sees Silver and Madi together, and doesn't stop watching when he should. They don't technically fuck in this, but its SO much pining, and the writing is poetic and gorgeous.

frail and fragile bars by ajaxthegreat (~21k) Possibly the hottest thing I've ever read, this rewrote my brain chemistry. Slow burn-ish. It captures that late season love and dependence and resentment and power struggle.

Cold, Dark, Depraved by notfelix (~10k) When fucking fixes absolutely nothing. This hurts in a way that feels, to me, similar to canon. I hate it (affectionate).

Opportunist by anonymous (~6.1k) This was part of the kinkmeme event (see below) and it fucking changed me. If I recommend one fic and only one fic to process the ending, it's this. It's awful. It's necrophilia and light cannibalism. It's the only thing I can imagine happening after, if Silver actually shoots Flint on that island. It makes me feel bad in the best way.

hand in unlovable hand by brinnanza, Jaynovz (~9.9k) Affectionately known as the worst ending AU, this is actually a great followup to the last one. How Silver copes, after Skeleton Island.

Bonus: AUs. I don't generally read AUs, but these two worked for me, in very different ways that still felt very silverflint.

did the twin flame bruise paint you blue by Jaynovz (138k) Novel length mod AU where silverflint broke up, and we see their relationship along two different timelines, before and after. Toxic fucked up goodness, lots of BDSM dynamics, bonus silvervane! All set in NYC.

holy ghost fire by ajaxthegreat (~52k) Appalachia horror au! The author clearly knows the area, and silverflint is already a ghost story, so it works really well. If you've ever been there you'll know how right it feels, if not, just trust me.

extra bonus: fic event collections and rec lists

kinkmeme

built on sand

beach blanket black sails

@jaynovz has also compiled a number of much more specific rec lists, which can be found at #jay's esoteric rec lists

[cutecatlov3r]

kinktober: chastity~ shoyo hinata

synopsis: corrupting your pure friend . you gotta teach him the basics of course, he doesn’t know much, what better way to show him where to start by teaching him how to masturbate first ?

warnings/tw: aged up! corruption, masturbation, cum play, handjob, and porn with a plot(?) BONUS [twt links !]

the character ai bot that I made in honor of this: here

not proofread // posted early bc ily !

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“e-eh?! woah uh wait! i uh! no don’t-!” he protested, watching how your hand was trailing his thigh. you were rubbing little circles on his thighs under the cover. you and him were friends, you have been for awhile. of course you knew that he was a major ‘no sex’ sort of person. he invited you for a movie and now here you were trying to make a move on him. why wouldn’t you? he’s fucking hot.

“you know I don’t do those things! im waiting until marriage,” he continued, shaky breaths. he could feel himself crumbling underneath your touch. his face was flushed a dark red color.

“oh cmon! don’t be such a prude… look at how cute your cock is. sprung up so quick… as soon as I put my hand here,” you gave him and innocent smile.

he gulped slightly, shaking his head slowly, sinking into the couch you both were on. he was anxious, breathing quickly. he shut his eyes, balling his palm into a fist to feel his purity ring.

“no… I’m waiting until marriage,” he blushed.

you bit your lip slightly, seeing him so flustered made you so goddamn turned on. you wanted those same fingers inside of you, oh how erotic it would be for him to finger fuck you with his cute little purity ring on.

“shoyo please,” you hummed, hand trailing a bit more up. his cock twitched slightly, he winced at the sensitivity. “I’ll make you feel so good~” you teased, palming his pulsing dick.

he looked at you with pleading eyes. his mind said it was a bad idea… but his dick just needs her. he’s never been the type to give into any temptation, he wouldn’t even watch porn. but now that you’re in front of him, boobs squished against his arm, hand on his thigh, it made him rethink.

“let me show you how it feels to feel so good…” you whisper in his ear. he let out another shaky breath, looking over at you. your eyes were so seductive, he was drawn to them.

“no…”

“please shoyooo~” your voice sang slightly, fingers teasing the waist band of his shorts

…

“show me…” he mumbled, looking away from her. it was way too embarrassing. he couldn’t even believe those words escaped his mouth. why did he feel so horny? why did he want to stick his dick inside of you. he wondered what it looked like, what it’d feel like… your gummy walls clinging onto his hard cock… the wetness… softness.

you smirk to yourself, grabbing his chin to face you. you wanted to see his cute little flushed face.

“how should I show you what to do? maybe you need to see what we’re gonna do soon huh? you ever watch porn?”

he blushed at your straightforward question, shaking his head ‘no’. you chuckle at his innocence. of course he hasn’t. you bet he probably hasn’t ever came from touching himself… he’s probably never even touched himself.

“ever… hmmmm touch yourself?” you asked in your cheerful voice.

once again he shook his head ‘no’. you looked at him, amused. so cute, so ready for you to corrupt his mind.

“such a bad idea…” he mumbled to himself. he couldn’t believe he agreed.

you pulled out your phone, going on Twitter, you scrolled through dozens of porn accounts searching for just the right video to show him. it would be his first time watching it so…

you click on this video.

you make him hold the phone, hand stroking his clothed, painfully hard cock. he watched, blushing, eyes staring on to the phone. the way the girl got fucked from behind… sucking on the guy’s dick afterward made his cock leak some precum. the girl was so eager for the man’s cum… maybe he wants that… but yet he still doesn’t know how.

as he watched, your hand rubbed his clothed cock up and down. you teased his leaking tip by putting just a finger on it. he whimpered slightly, still paying attention to the video.

“shoyo… let me see it” you giggle.

he looked at you with a small blush. why did you have to ask it like that? so embarrassing for him.

“okay…” he set the phone down, pulling down his shorts slowly. his hard dick hit his abdomen straight away, causing him to hiss at how sensitive he was.

his cock was pretty average, thick, a vein running on the left side, and slightly curved. not shaven, he never cared for those types of things because he didn’t think he’d ever be doing this sort of thing before marriage. his cock was almost tempting you with its pink flush on the tip to just hop on it and ride. he was embarrassed, looking at himself. the precum spilling out made him ashamed that he’s gotten this far with you.

you chuckled at his facial expression, grabbing your phone. you chose another video for him to watch.

ultimately you decided on this one.

you placed your phone back in one of his hands, guiding the other. his eyes were glued on to the phone, like an addict. the way he wasn’t giving the girl the time of day to catch her breath… he moved so fast, he bet that the guy’s cock was feeling so amazing.

you guided his hand to wrap around his own cock, pumping it. you couldn’t feel the soft flesh, giving him the opportunity to feel himself.

his breath was hitching, eyes off the phone. he felt weak. he didn’t mean to but his shaky hand dropped your phone on to the couch. the woman’s moans echoing off in the room.

he watched as you helped him rub himself. the way his thumb hit his tip here and there made him see stars. his back arched slightly when you started to move his hand faster.

you put a wad of spit on his twitching cock, making him moan. the spit spread over his dick and hand as he pumped, making him feel extra euphoria. he shut his eyes to chase his high.

he felt like he was gonna shoot something out soon. maybe it was that liquid that he sometimes saw when he woke up. he never understood why it happened but he never paid mind. he dug his nails into the couch, moaning and groaning.

“y/n… st-stop it’s too mu-“

“i stopped controlling your hand awhile ago,” you chuckle.

he looked down and saw that his own hand was pumping himself, shame throughout his body. but he didn’t want to pull away. he wanted to chase this high that was coming. he felt too alive, his hand was moving on its own, as if he had no control over it

you giggle to yourself, amused as you watched him masturbate. he was such a whiny and whimpering mess.

“god…! i can’t- im!” he whined, rubbing faster. as soon as he rubbed his dick faster, white splurges of his cum landed on to his stomach and a bit on the couch. he panted, looking at the white sticky substance.

you smile, grabbing his hand that had his cum. you licked it all clean, teasing his fingers as you shoved them down your throat.

his cock twitched at this action. the sensation of your saliva and tongue on his finger pads made him feel tingly.

your eyes were like a hungry lust demon… he was so fucked.

“we aren’t done yet shoyo,”

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[gamblersdoll]

Hello, I was wondering if you could write a nsfw of genya where reader is touching genya while he plays his game and all his friends hear is him making sounds in the mic and reader ends up riding him after, I hope it’s not too weird and thank you❤️

not too weird! was just thinking about it too because of the recent dub ep

18+, under the desk support, teasing, handjob, whiny genya! >:)) , riding.

you fall under the category of ‘black cat girlfriend, gamer nerd boyfriend.’

yet, genya was such a bottom, usually its the other way around. this was no different, not with the way you basically just cockwarmed genya, only in your hand of course.

his face was red, redder than anything of a apple or tomato that youve seen. you smile, kissing his cheek and keep your dirty words to yourself.

he gulps when your hand starts to stroke him, biting his lip as he tries to hold back his breath and moans and hes slowly losing that grip on the controller.

“genya! you okay?” you can hear tanjiro ask, zenitsu screaming about dying or about to die, and inosuke just screaming about for honor.

“mhm! im okay.” he responds shakily, looking at you while you lock eyes with him. he pulls his mic up so no one could hear, “what the hell?”

“shh, just let me do this, ‘kay?” you mumble, spitting in your hand and slowly jerking him again. all he can do is whimper under his breath, even zenitsu screaming at genya to stop breathing heavily in the mic.

“ah fuck!—“ he groans, having to recollect himself and focus on the game. “yeah, i just got hurt, thats all.” he replies back to tanjiro.

he hears his throat cracking up, muting himself temporarily and looks to you. “thats not fair..” he moans, eyes crossing as you quickly pump his cock. “its not fair, its not fair, its not fair.. uh–“ he moans, hearing tanjiro call him back.

and his eyes check on you, immediately ignoring the game as he see your shorts have been removed, and watch how you climb on top of him.

“be quiet, baby. enjoy your game.” you mouth to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and working your knees immediately.

he would be lying if he said it isn’t difficult to play, hed be lying through is teeth. because he cant just stop playing, or this was his way of playing hard to get. he just bites his lip as you bounce up his cock, down to his balls.

“guys, i gotta head out—“ he tries to say, mouth starting to water at the way you clit was dragging up his skin.

‘man, you just got here! cant you stay a little bit?’ tanjiro says over the mic, exclaiming when genya agrees and you chuckle. poor baby.

and you pick up your pace, feeling that pleasurable cramp starting act up. your mouth drops to an ‘o,’ cumming silently on genya’s cock until it was hard to just pull out.

hes trying his best to stay composed, what the fuck made you this horny to where youd slut yourself out just.. in front of his friends. was this in front of them? had to be. but he feels like he could cum from this too, eyes rolling back when you slowly move your hips.

“ill be back—“ he quickly says, heading to discord and leaving the call. his hands grip your hips, only a few hard, deep strokes to make himself such a mess inside your cunt. you moan, making eye contact with him as his own dilate.

“cummin- i cummin—“ he growls yet mewls, knotting himself accidentally and whining out. “fuck! fuck! fuck!” he breathlessly says, squeezing his eyes in a painful yet pleasurable way of knotting. it had been a minute, and he had knot you in.. oh god, months?

“im…” he breathes, panting as he pulls you back into his lap. “im going to kill you.” he chuckles, kissing your lips.

[cementcornfield]

https://www.tumblr.com/cementcornfield/763062468636524544

this is so long im sorry but i cant stop watching ts:

what’s so crazy to me is he stopped for joe!!! he was deadset on running straight to the stands for his dad barely pausing for a celly hand smack with yoshi but stopped!!! because hurricane bunny joe literally slammed his entire torso to his head!!!! and helmet bonked and everything!!!!!! ofc he had to yell something like lets fucking go joe or smtg to his qb who threw him the ball like!!!

in my head:

joe slams his helmet to jamarr like he’s aiming to mold their entire beings together. if they werent wearing helmets hed straight up smack a kiss even platonically. he’s yelling mouth wide open i don’t even think he’s saying words 😭 after jamarr hands the ball to his dad joes waiting in the sidelines for a calmer pinky shake and some actual words i am actually crying a bit at this

chase b and yoshi seeing jamarrs attention completely taken by an out-of-his-mind joe they promptly turn a 180 and leaving them to it 😭

god joe SLAMMED that shit (his own head) to jamarrs head // bunny hopping whenever his wr/rb/te make an insane play i love them your honor

the way joe jumps up one last time after landing the first time lorddd. the way jamarr stutters into a stop when he notices joe zooming at him and leaping up too in response but he's a beat late because joes already up in the air slamming his chest to his head so hard he's turned around and they're just staring a at each other in exhilaration before joe stalks forward to slam his helmet to jamarrs my godd you two

something so intimate about pressing your helmets together……inches between them with metal bars the only thing keeping your faces being pressed against one another…….you look forward and you see his eyes completely……….you breathe in and you smell him you breathe out and you’re pushing air to his face…….he yells out your name and its bass boosted in the space between you both and the press of the padding against your ears………youre walking in time with him in one direction but your eyes stay rooted to his and your helmet is still pressed against his………sports man sports………..

sorry thank you bye 😭

anon. anon. holy shit this is so fucking amazing oh my god. like you NAILED the entire description and all the feelings associated with it wow wow wow!!!

i didn't even think about the fact that he's running to the stands to get the ball to his dad as quick as possible but then he sees joe running FULL FORCE at him so he has to (very happily) deal with that situation! yoshi and chase noticing at the same time and deciding they are NOT going to try to get involved lmaoo

"god joe SLAMMED that shit (his own head)" is killing me hahahahaha. and i mean he really really did!!! just completely overcome with emotion and feeling/expressing everything physically because it's all just instinct taking over! truly the extreme of they don't need words! like they both understand each other perfectly here (even if they didn't quite sync up the jumps lmao)

and the beat they take where they're just staring at each other in exhilaration and joe's like, i'm not quite done, let me slam this shit "like he’s aiming to mold their entire beings together"oh my god anon you worded that SO perfectly 😭😭

and ja'marr was just giddy with everything. with the TD with the incredible play and 3 (three!!) broken tackles. i hope you see the slow mo i just posted of ja'marr's giant grin and his eyes closed just flinging himself into joe. the trust the joy the intimacy!!! they drive me CRAZY!!!!

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Sorry for back to back asks Im a dumbass. I meant mucho!😭 Could he please be a part of part 2❤️

You're not a dumbass! And I gotchu bby! Thanks for adding Mucho, I love him so much!

Playing With The Big Boys (Part 2): Shinichiro Sano/ South Terano/ Hanma Shuji/ Yasuhiro Muto x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: smut

masterlist (Part 1)

Yasuhiro Muto - Alpha

"I think you're so beautiful." Mucho wishes he could say those words aloud to you, but he's stuck on the fringes of the pack's existence, observing you. You had the charisma he lacked, the exciting je ne sais quoi he couldn't obtain.

Love isn't really something Mucho knows, but if there were any way to describe his feelings for you... it'd be close to that.

"Yasuhiro." Sanzu gets his attention with a light pinch. "You're staring again." Mucho clears his throat and looks down at his feet, trying to refocus his mind on something - anything - else. But he can't help but look back up and meet your eyes from across the room. You offer him your signature smirk and giggle, hiding your laugh behind a slim hand before glancing at a friend and striking up a conversation that was not about him.

"I need a way to approach her," Mucho finally whispers to his beta friend, and Sanzu blinks a few times.

"You could talk to her at the dinner tonight."

"Do you think she'd be interested?" Your giggle lifts to the sky again, and Mucho turns his head to watch you approach him.

"Why don't you ask me yourself?" When Mucho clams up, you chuckle, touching his face gently. "What? Wolf's got your tongue?" Mucho inhales deeply and attempts to find the words he wants to say, but nothing comes to mind, and he's stuck, fumbling for answers to a question that has yet to be asked. The absurdity!

"I think you're..." The words stick in Mucho's throat. You raise a brow, but Mucho works around the block without much effort. "Y/n, I think you're beautiful."

Your eyes soften, and you let your hand drop to your side. A million thoughts run through Mucho's head, ranging from I fucked that up to Kiss me, please.

But then... you laugh. The hearty sound makes Mucho smile a little, and your hand brushes against his arm before resting on his hand.

"You should've asked me out sooner, then," you assert, thumbing to the cabin behind you. "Is that why you stare at me during pack meetings?"

"Yes," Mucho replies instantly. You lean forward, raise up on your tip toes, and tenderly kiss Mucho's cheek before returning to your previous position.

"I'm flattered and honored." Mucho reaches up to touch his cheek.

He supposes all of this is why you're on your knees and giving him head. When you proposed the idea to him between dinner and the evening activities as a way to "get to know him better," he couldn't refuse. And he's damn sure he wouldn't pass this up for the world.

Fingers curl into your hair and tug lightly as your teeth scrape against the length of his cock, bringing him to attention and stirring the need in his bones. You lick the tip of Mucho's cock, then allow him to guide you to the base of his balls, where his knot flares a little.

"Good girl," Mucho purrs, and you moan, the sound vibrating against his dick. "Just like that."

Shinichiro Sano - Alpha

Shin is different from your typical Alpha.

He's sometimes convincing, charming, and even possessive, but that's not his default.

The sight of Shinichiro spending time with his younger siblings isn't foreign to you nor unwelcome. You find yourself drawn more to Shin's gentle nature than his oppressive presence in a room full of men ready to brawl. But this gentle nature goes out of the window when you're in heat.

He follows behind you in the house like a lost puppy, trying his best to tend to you and care for you while attempting to ignore his own very present need to mate and be comforted by your physical presence. But his rut doesn't abate, not even for a second.

He humps into your leg night after night, his hips jostling you from your deep sleep, making you roll into him, press your lips to his, and wake him for a romp or two.

And every night, Shin whispers the same things in your ears, perhaps to sear his deep desire into your psyche.

"Want you to have my babies," he murmurs while slipping between your gummy walls and holding your hands in his. "You'd be so beautiful..."

"Am I not beautiful now?" you tease, kissing his flushed cheeks and brushing his unkempt black hair away from his eyes.

Shinichiro moans, shuddering in your arms and carefully lacing his fingers into the sheets. "Never said that," he answers finally. "Just can't wait until you get pregnant." You lean back into the mattress, pressing your hips up into his and letting him sink deeper into your warm cunt.

"You want to have babies right now?"

"Right now," he urges you, his eyes unfocused and mind surely floating somewhere in space. "Can't wait..."

"Then fuck me, Shin," you hiss. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Shin's mouth goes slack as he chants, "I mean it," and thrusts faster, his balls tightening immeasurably at the thought of you walking around the house, barefoot and-- "Oh, fuck!"

South Terano - Alpha

South has never been shy about dominating his mate in and out of the bedroom.

And you can't be silenced when he's blowing your back out in the middle of the day due to his endless and lusty rut.

"Can't help how I feel about you," the giant proclaims, holding your hips against the bed and fucking into you with his thick cock. "You're just so fuckable."

Sure, the classical music and operas muffle some of the sounds coming from your bedroom when South would take the time to satisfy his needs. But more than once, you've found yourself on the receiving end of some errant stares assessing the effects on your body afterward.

It's not like you mind the teeth marks, scrapes, and handprints on your asscheeks. South isn't shy about subduing you in front of his packmates at the dining room table before hauling you off or cornering you to get a rise out of his favorite Omega. But you never complain.

"With as many times as I've fucked you this week, you'd think you'd be pregnant by now."

"I'm on the pill," you remind him, but South scoffs and nuzzles your neck.

"The pill can't guard against me," South asserts roughly, fucking his hips into you and holding you still as his knot swells. "I'm an Alpha, and you're my mate. You're made for me."

"And you're made for me," you reply sweetly, angling your head back so you can kiss the brute's cheek. Your lips scrape across peach fuzz, and South hums in pleasure, closing his eyes.

"Don't you forget it, baby."

Hanma Shuji - Beta

The camera is clicking away in the corner. For once, you'd never thought that Hanma would turn his camera to focus on his inner life, but you assume this is just for his shits and giggles and not another freelance project.

You can barely see his head over your round stomach, but you can definitely feel him licking at your slit and hear him humming his approval. Your clit is trapped between his lips, and he's pulsing it rapidly, causing your legs to shake and your vision to blur.

"Doing so good," Hanma practically sings. "Widen those legs a little bit, babe."

"Shu," you whine. "When are you gonna--"

"Soon," he promises. "I'll be inside of you soon." You reach down to hold his head, and Shuji looks up at you with his doe eyes. He briefly nestles his face into your palm, relishing the gentle touch and caress. It's not often your mate gets to feel your sweet touches or experience the slowness of life with you.

But on his off weeks - when he's not traveling or showing his pictures at shows where they fetch thousands of dollars - Hanma spends time with you, holding you, touching you, smelling you, kissing you, fucking you.

"You make me so happy," you murmur, and Shuji presses his slick-covered lips against your palm.

"I should hope I do," he replies before diving back into your cunt and finishing the job he started, all while the camera is still behind him, capturing your tender moments as precious keepsakes.

[gwaaaaar]

breaking my silence...

whoever told me the second half of death note was trash... YOURE WRONG YOURE WRONG YOURE WRONGGGGGG 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣 MELLO AND NEAR ARE WORTHY SUCCESSORS TO L YOURE JUST A STAN!!!!

near... sweet jesus baby they didnt deserve you !!! I was so pleasantly surprised to see how distinct he was despite people calling him "white haired L". LIKE hes a lot more cautious than L but isn't above being a sarcastic little shit and actively causing problems... i read a fan translation and he uses a lot of cuss words to refer to certain people he dislikes. I dont know if thats in the official translation as well but i do like the visual of this 7 yo saying "asshole" and "dickhead". I know hes 17-18 and this is average teenage behavior but gah hes so cute and moe and make little "vrooooom" noises when playing with his toys... 🥺 cant help but stan. Hes in his zone unbothered...

AND THE FACT HE CHALLENGES LIGHT IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE SO BLATANTLY... no mind games no time for light to make his next move just fuck it we ball. Also very fond of the scene where he drops hundred dollar bills off the SPK building. He's unpredictable just like Mello is but in a different way and its fascinating i love this guy. Also enjoy the fact that his flavor of justice is that he doesnt really have one hes just doing his job. The verbal beatdown he does at the end about how lights just a crazy serial killer... GET HIS ASS NEAR !!! Hes not pretentious and its just... its just good you know? L wasn't very pretentious but he does call himself justice sometimes and stuff along the like(?) Near drops all pretense... cant help but stan

Also really fond that he actually likes mello its just mello doesnt like him... I know canon never explicitly states their relationship with each other, like if its a brotherly relationship or not (altho isnt there some cain and abel parallels??? Not sure). But i really do see a siblinglike relationship between the two. Canon doesnt really put any angst on their relationship bc near doesnt care lolol, but the two do remind me of certain siblings that have a strained relationship because of the pressure put on one of them (or on both. Again fuck wammys house all my homies hate wammys AND WATARI!!! ME WHEN I GET YOU!!!) I really would love to see the two interact... and maybe just be happy by each other/pl. Because god it really terrible to see how much mello hates near and its not even nears fault :,). AND FUCK THE CHOCOLATE BAR HE EATS AT THE END TO HONOR MELLO???? STOPPPP IM GONNA CRY... near the man that you are... they dont deserve you baby...

And smello... mello mello mello... I've heard more positive things about him compared to near bc hes more "interesting" and i can see why people take that angle BUT. God they still undersell him so much??? I feel like hes one of the few characters to have a goal besides catching Kira (or not getting caught) because of his inferiority complex. I do not mean to undersell any of the other characters when i say this because theyre all very complex! They all have their driving goals and the like. Its just that i argue that Mello's is more persistent and that it is not centered around the conflict but rather himself. Even if he caught Kira perhaps he would still never be happy with himself because Near is always "going to be better" because of the shit he went through in wammys. Theres a whole discussion to be had abt the ethics of wammys house... but ill save that for another post wwww.

Mello is also someone that isnt pretentious about his idea of justice bc hes a fucking criminal. (BTW i love the two opposing sides of the successors... one that tries falling within the law but still doesnt give a shit and the other that doesnt give any shits at all and eventually helps the law.) And its so... I LOVE YOU RUTHLESS CHARACTERS I LOVE YOU CHARACTERS THAT STOP AT NOTHING TO GET WHAT THEY WANT.

And the thing is ... Mello does have his own sense of justice because its not as if he sacrifices innocent bystanders to get what he wants he just does what is necessary. LIKE ofc its fucked up that he kidnapped sayu (and traumatized her...), takada (and the stripping... but at least she got a blanket:,) honestly tho id blame that on the misogyny of the authors) and the director of the police im not about to be a mello apologist (yes i am/j). But a. He probably knew no one was going to get hurt in the first place because hes just that damn confident. b. His remorse for matt and soichiros deaths show that he doesnt intend on sacrificing anyone and when things go astray it saddens him a little. And c. THE FACT HE PROBABLY KNEW HE WAS GONNA DIE AND STILL SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO HELP NEAR... near would "win" but mello prioritized putting kira behind bars and while i cant guess his motive, from my end it does seem like in extension he prioritized doing the right thing, which would be to sacrifice his life and pride to help near get the final piece to catch mikami... wow what a man im so deathly ill

After typing all this, i must say... is L really as complex as years of DN fans have said?? I think im about to get crucified for this opinion, but legitimately is he??? I think he is complex most certainly just... maybe not as much as others have said... i might just be missing details about his past + lore from external media so maybe thats why i have this opinion. But i feel like the successors *are* toe to toe with him despite their split screen time... idk tho :3 this is just my thoughts meow

[strwberri-milk]

tattoo artist kaeya having a thing for u, his regular client rosaria's cute little roommate, who is the exact opposite of her. he feels bad for fantasied a lot to the thoughts of u but he can't help himself bc he likes u so much

God I love tattoo kaeya so much actually I'm grrrr im also. i love jerking off idk how to explain it so there is smut in addition to kaeya being. god he likes you so much also reader is g/n

When Rosaria introduced him to a new client he didn't think much of it. He's tattooed a good amount of her friends and being someone who didn't shy away from any challenge meant he got a wide variety of customers wanting his ink on their skin.

As soon as you came through those doors he found himself much more distracted than usual, asking you a lot more casual questions as his intake session felt more like a friend, rather than a consult.

You didn't seem to mind, laughing and smiling as he talks to you and he's a little obsessed with it. He finds himself subconsciously flexing for you, trying to show off his sleeve or peeks of his back or chest pieces somehow. He doesn't miss the way your eyes wander just the slightest bit, thinking you've taken the bait until you make a very normal comment about how his tattoo looks so pretty and that he must have dedicated a lot of time to it.

He did, but he wants to start devoting that energy to you even though he barely knows you.

He works hard to try and design the perfect tattoo for you. To him, your body is so perfect he's so honored to paint it. He wants to bring out more of its beauty, obsessed with how shy and innocent you seemed standing next to Rosaria.

You were barely able to talk to him alone, needing her to stand with you as he talked to you. You seemed to be able to hold your own but the second she turned to do something on her phone you got even quieter, holding back until she came back.

He wants to have you all to himself, hoping that the next time he sees you Rosaria will be too busy to come with you. Maybe he'll ask you out, invite you for coffee or dinner on his dime and spoil you the way you should be.

Kaeya's mind wanders as he sketches, the lamplight bathing the lines of his pen as they twist and turn into something much lewder than he realised. The second he sees the figure on his book he slams it shut, not new to lewd tattoos but it draws attention to his cock straining at his sweats. He hadn't even noticed it until now, leaning back in his chair as he pulls the waist of his pants down to reveal his throbbing need.

He's glad he's in the privacy of his own home, biting his lip as he tries to ignore how badly he wants you. He shouldn't be doing this to you, not someone who was so sweet and kind. He should try to take you out first, put himself out there in front of you and see if you'll accept him.

Instead, he's sitting at his desk biting back barely concealed moans as his hand runs up and down his shaft. He can remember the way your warmth felt against him - you tripped when he took you over to view his portfolio - and the weight of your body as he steadied you.

God, he's so fucking desperate for you, not even needing to use his spit to lube up his cock. The head of his dick was practically spurting already, milky white leaking constantly out of his slit as his thumb teases it. Each swipe over it makes his hand jerk, imagining that it was your tongue stuttering from the feeling of him eating you out as you try to fit his girth down your throat.

"Fuck," he sighs, eyes closing as his hips begin to thrust into his hand.

"You're doing so good."

Despite you not being there, his overactive imagination was doing more than enough, grip tightening at the thought of you sinking down until you manage to meet his hips. He's got you on top of him, the way his balls rest against your ass making him gasp against your throat. His hands slip under your thighs and ass, bouncing you up and down at the speed he needs you.

"Kaeya!" you moan breathlessly into his ear, begging him to slow down while your body tries to keep up with his ruthless pace.

It feels even better to have you pinned underneath him, hands clasped with your own as you whimper. He's fucking into you so hard that your hips are brought up with each upstroke. The way your legs wrap around his waist make it almost impossible for him to pull out, your hole clenching over him tighter and tighter as you cum for him for the nth time.

His mind barely registers that it's the plush of his pillow he's roughly grinding into, the softness on his balls and sensitive tip making him whimper almost pathetically. He's worked himself up over and over, ignoring the mess of cum he's made on his sheets.

He hopes you'll say yes when he asks you out. His pillow won't survive too many other sessions like this.

[thepepsislvt]

What if we had another Barto fic because were so starved for his content esp in writing if the reader was like a strawhat that luffy picked up in like skypiea maybe..like a shandorian with the little wings 👀.. just a thought..

I WIN yes i will write more of Barto bc i love him and im glad so many other people love him too!

this one seemed rushed and i apologize i wrote this before my second shift of work :(

Bartolomeo x Winged! Gn Reader

warnings: all fluff, some cursing, mention of doflamingo

you were born on Skypiea and thats all you’ve known

you were always so curious as a child but nobody would tell you what the rest of the world was like

So when you hit your teenage years you decide that one day you're going to leave the floating island

You had wings so you could easily fly away but you couldn't navigate the ocean by yourself

Most nights you would hope and pray that someday, someone would save you.

That's when a certain pirate with a straw hat came and fucked shit up on your island

At the age of 19, you knew this was your getaway, a savior you had spent all of these years praying for

After he won the battle he was fighting you came up to him and his crew as they were about to depart

“Strawhat! You must take me with you! I will prove myself worthy to join your crew-”

“Ok”

“-and I won't take no for an answer! Wait did you say okay? That fast?” you looked at the pirate captain with confusion and shock

All he did was smile and nod

So it was easier than you thought

It didn't take very long to get along with the rest of the crew members

You would give Usopp, Chopper, and Luffy rides through the air

Zoro taught you how to use a sword

Naomi taught you to pickpockets even though you probably won't use that skill

The Entire crew loved you

When Frankly and Brook joined the Straw hats you easily got along with them as well

When you got separated for two years on Sabaody you couldn't have been happier to see them

Your wings had fully grown and you could now use them to their full potential

You guys may have changed a lot physically over the past two years but nothing has changed between your friendship

During the events of Dressrosa, you decided to follow Luffy to the Colosseum to make sure he doesnt give away his identity and draw unwanted attention towards him

While you and Luffy were watching the fight, a certain green haired rooster head had caught your eye

he was hated by the crowd for being vulgar but thats what you liked about him

after his victory in Block B you knew you had to go and greet him

what you were not expecting was him to start crying and saying how much he wasn’t good enough to be in your presence

how can such a scary looking man with the title “Cannibal” fall to his knees over someone like you?

you were flattered by his kind (?) response and had to console him

he asked you to sign your wanted poster he kept

after the defeat of Doflamingo, you hung around Bartolomeo more, falling more and more for him and his wild personality

he had finally accepted that you were actually his friend and took his fanboying down a notch (he still has his moments though)

you had asked him out since you know damn well he wouldnt have the balls to ask you

when you did he just about died on the spot

but y’all had the best time on your date

Sanji and Nami had helped you dress nicely for the event

at the end of the night Barto and you were just star gazing as you told him all about each constellation

Barto knew he had to something he just didnt know how

“you see those six stars up there forming a ‘W’? they call that one the King of Pirates in honor of Gol Roger himself! isnt that cool?” you had explained while pointing to the sky

after you didnt get a response from him you looked over to see if he was alright only to be met with his face close to yours

“Barto? are you alright?” you whispered to him

He just stared into your eyes before kissing your cheek, leaving you flustered and your wings spread out in suprise

“was that okay? should i not have done it?” Bartolomeo started to panic and think of every possible negative outcome before you kissed his lips gently

“more than alright”

he Smiled and started giggling all giddy

“I GOT KISSED BY MY FAVORITE STRAWHAT!!” he yelled out into the sky

you only laughed and kissed him again