#cockwarming is just...

[conquestable]

nothing i ever write again will be as sexy as cockwarming used as a punishment and/or an active edging tool...

unless of course... there were a forced orgasm via cockwarming...

[daisyduked]

So normal about calling other beautiful people sister and mommy, so normal in fact I think you should be my sister. Yeah, you. You’re cool and now we can make out right? Talk about how this right? We can touch each other with nervous hands and brush my hands against areas that our parents say we shouldn’t. You can stick your cock in me and I can grind up on you… You know sister stuff!

[gojoest]

i can’t stop thinking about creampies while cockwarming and how you’d feel each pump when he unloads himself in you bc his cock is unmoving, it’s just throbbing spilling filling

[losers-clvb]

Do you think sam ever lets someone sit on his lap while he reads? And like… slowly gets distracted? 👀

Asking for academic research.

i know you probably meant fully clothed, innocent sitting on the lap, however, i just have to proclaim my affinity for cockwarming while reading. it just seems so intimate, and you can't tell me sam wouldn't be all about that! c'mon, he wants to crawl inside his girl's skin he loves her so much.

so yes, i do think he lets someone sit on his lap while he reads, and yes, he does get distracted. especially if you're getting all shifty when on him.

now, we can imagine this a few ways.

one, you're both feeling it immediately. it starts innocent. you're tired, or maybe you just wanna be close to him. he's reading up on some lore for that week's case. it's mindless, the way his arm lifts to let you crawl onto his lap.

"love you." you whisper to him, head resting on his shoulder. your arms are draped around him. he repositions himself, holding his book with one hand so he can wrap his free arm around you.

"love you more." he mumbles back. it's this little game he tries to play, usually leading the two of you to go back and forth. you never know who wins. it's a tie, you suppose. tonight, you only respond with a kiss on his neck, stubble scratching your lips.

sam continues to read while you lounge on him. you focus on his breathing, the sound of the pages flipping as he finishes reading them. at some point, you become increasingly aware of the position you're sitting in. even soft, sam's dick presses against you in just the right way.

you try to stay still, you really, really do. the muscle of your cheek twitches with the effort of slowly shifting your hips enough to give you any sense of relief.

sam notices immediately. he always notices everything you do, though the added heat seeping through your jeans helps the realization of what you're doing come to him faster.

"mmm, babe, tryin' to read," he hums. he wouldn't mind putting the book down to touch you, but he wants to let you ask for it first. with the knowledge that he's noticed your movements, you roll your hips down deeper.

"can't help it," you sigh into his ear, "you're just so hot." you can feel him hardening beneath you. you let out a whimper with another grind against him.

"say it." he orders. he's already shoving his book across the table, hands flying to your hips. you moan theatrically for him, getting a rise out of how he twitches in his jeans.

"want you to fuck me, sammy." you let out breathily, nibbling on the skin just under his earlobe. you didn't want to play games tonight. you needed him in you.

sam slides his arm down your back and under your ass, lifting you just enough to free himself. he shuffles your shorts and underwear down your legs. you ease onto him with a gasped sigh, sinking down with no resistance.

you two work in sync, you lifting your hips, sam thrusting into you when your pace stuttered. in no time, he's got you whining out with your orgasm. it's not until he's sure you're fully satisfied that he lets himself go.

you two stay like that for a while. sam is still inside you, your arms are back to draping over his shoulders. he's gone straight into his book, humming small words of love to you when he feels it's right.

two, you're forced to sit on his lap for whatever reason. for example, let's say it's at a hunter reunion! it got a bit out of hand, so read it here!

three, stanford era! sam letting his lab partner sit on his lap to look at samples. you wouldn't say you were close friends with sam. you're just lab partners, of course. sure, he's cute and nerdy and kind and kind of smoking hot, but he's also super shy and seems to not be into you.

wrong.

sam has never been into someone more than he's into you. in his eyes, you're an angel. everything about you. he thinks you're absolutely gorgeous, insanely smart, you're nice to him, and your fucking legs in those little skirts you like to flounce around in has had him stumbling to the bathroom to "relieve" himself more than once.

he's ashamed to say it, but you are the only thing he thinks about when he's jerking off.

unfortunately, he doesn't see how a girl like you could be interested in a boy like him. and add on the extra threat of the supernatural coming after you? he's never touching you.

that's why you have to make the first move.

the instructor had brought out microscopes for the day's lesson. it was middle school shit, just seek out the differences in the samples to determine which one was the odd man out. you didn't mind. it gave you the perfect opportunity to get all over sam.

you would use this as a sign of him really being into you or not. he would either let you sit in his lap while you looked (signaling into you status), or he would decline and move from the stool (signaling never gonna happen status).

"sam, can i look at the samples?" you ask, fluttering your lashes. sam nods, maybe too quickly, and swallow before moving to stand. you lay a hand on his chest, making his eyes widen and his movements to falter. "can i use your lap for an extra boost?"

sam balks at you. he can't believe this. you, his angel sent from heaven, wants to sit on him, the boy who can't even go home for christmas break. his mind -- and eyes -- fly to your skirt. it's short, like usual, and he can see the slightest bit of your midriff peeking out at him where your shirt wrinkled upwards.

"sam?" you ask when he still doesn't answer. his gaze shoots back to you and he nods, more than technically necessary. you smile sweetly at him and perch on his thighs. his hands instinctively go to your waist to steady you. this time sam smiles sweetly when you don't swat him away.

you're acutely aware of your lace panties pressing into the denim of his jeans when you bend forward to look in the microscope. so is sam, it appears, because soon you feel something hard pressing against the fabric covering you.

you bite back a smirk and glance behind you to see a nervous sam. he opens his mouth to apologize, but you cut him off before he can speak.

"you wanna show me how the cowboys from kansas do things?" you purr to him, low enough so the rest of your classmates can't hear. sam's eyes darken with something that has you clenching around nothing.

that night, you see the shy side of sam drop away with every orgasm he pulls out of you.

and four, some good ol' fashioned cockwarming. it's night, just before sleep. sam has a book cradled in his hands. you're laying on him, sleep shirt (his shirt) bunched up around your waist to account for your positioning. the positioning being you warming his cock while he reads to you. it's some book from his childhood, one of his favorites.

you did this often. the reading and the cockwarming. you two preferred it. it made you feel... closer. like there was something binding you together. it wasn't inherently sexual. yes, there were times it would lead to sex, but most times, it ended with you passed out on his chest.

it's the beginning of this book. the night before, he'd finished reading one of your favorites. it was how it worked. one book was your choice, the next sam's, and so on and so forth. of course, by the end of each book, you both claimed it as your favorite, even if it had been the other's pick. you were slowly building a little library of your shared-love books.

you let out a deep breath as sam speaks. his chest rumbles under where your cheek is pressed against his shirt. you've never been happier, or fuller.

eventually, you fall asleep. that fact slips past sam for a few pages. he's gonna have to go back and read them again the next night, but he doesn't mind. he just loves you with everything he's worth.

sam dog-ears the page -- something you'll scold him for when you see it ("use the pretty bookmarks i bought!") -- and sets it on the bedside table. he flicks the lamp off and settles into his own sleep, still inside of you.

alright! maybe more than you asked for, anon, but it was what popped into my mind as i typed.

oh, my favorite cockwarming fics? i'm so happy you asked!! here's a few that pretty much center around it from some moots:

"letting you" by @chxrrywines

"gotta earn it" by @angelicjackles

untitled sam drabble by @littlesoulshine

"says i'm his favorite (yeah, i better be)" by @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth (okay, it doesn't center around cockwarming, but it's there, and is one of my favorite fics. BOY KING SAM SUPREMACY!)

if anyone else has any cockwarming fics, send them my way. i'mma eat that shit up!!!

[goatgoesmbe]

"Please take care of yourself baby" Gaz

And

"Make me" Reader

[xo-codbby]

imagine soap fucking you in missionary—you’re both drunk on pure pleasure and he just keeps thrusting into you giving you endless creampies. and the best part is is you wouldn’t even be able to push him off you because he’s johnny, he doesn’t move until he’s had his fill 🤭💞

need ! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵��💫

and you both don't even know what number you're on, the pillow was soaked in cum with soap wrapping you close between his huge muscular body, laying on top, lazily pumping his cock inside your cunt as he coaxes yet another orgasm. he tilts your hips, the angle allowing him to thrust in deeper, lazy strokes because he's so tired but he's so needy. but god does his heart melt looking at your sweet face, body caged between his muscular arms, a soft chuckle passing his lips when his thumb trails your lower lip, "y'like that bonnie? can feel you squeezin' around me so fuckin tight"

and johnny's so greedy for more, his hand snaking down between your bodies to press some much needed attention on your neglected clit while his mouth plants eager kisses to your lips. he's so warm and thick, stretching your legs a little wider to get full access, a satisfied hum leaving his lips at the feeling of you like this in his arms. absolutely loves the bulge he creates from his cock, watching his cum trickle out down your legs before plugging it right back inside again "there yer go, hen- s'fuckin pretty f'me, gonna fill you up so good"

[coffeeghoulie]

12 with Aeon/Swiss? I love them too much okay coandoxixosxn

so this one is the teeniest bit of a stretch because they're both paying attention to the game but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ enjoy!

12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing

“Hold still for a sec?” Aeon asks, craning their neck to meet Swiss’s eye over their shoulder. “This one’s kicking my ass, and as good as you feel, I can’t focus.”

Swiss smiles and nods, kissing Aeon’s temple. He’s got his bug all laid out on their front, draped over their back, his hips pressed to their ass. “I mean, I can see that. I’ve been watching.”

Aeon’s tail flicks, the bright Game Over screen flashing on the screen of their switch, melancholy music playing as the little heart in the center shatters. “Hey,” they laugh. “Not my fault you wanted to get your dick wet.”

He just shakes his head, giving Aeon a teasing little thrust just to hear the way their breath hitches. “Alright, whatever you say.”

Aeon huffs, respawning and starting the fight again, bright chiptune music playing through their switch’s speakers. Swiss lowers himself carefully over their back again, watching them focus with their tongue peeking between their teeth. The already glacial pace slows even more until they’re cockwarming him, cunt warm and soft where he’s buried himself.

He can wait. Swiss wraps his arms around Aeon’s chest, nuzzling into the crook of their neck as they play. He’s more than happy to be right here, Aeon’s personal heated, weighted blanket. The lights are low, just a few purple string lights strung around the nest, cool night air coming in through the open window behind the curtains.

Aeon hums along with the soundtrack, eyes laser focused as they dodge attacks. Swiss doesn’t know all too much about this game, but he can tell when it’s getting tough because Aeon clamps down around him.

“Baby,” Swiss hisses in their ear. “Ease up.”

Aeon shakes their head. “Almost- Let me focus-”

Swiss holds them closer, squeezes his eyes shut to try and keep his promise. Aeon had asked for him to stay still, and Lucifer hold him close, he will stay still. But Aeon’s making that painfully hard, no pun intended.

“Come on, please,” Aeon mutters, voice pitching up into a whine. Swiss groans. With his eyes shut, it almost feels like they’re begging for something else.

It takes agonizingly long, really, only a few minutes, but with his cock in Aeon’s cunt, time doesn’t really mean too much. But then Aeon’s cheering, bucking underneath him as they celebrate finally beating the boss they’re stuck on.

“Good job, sweetheart,” he croons, peeling his eyes open to watch them move their character to the next save point so they don’t lose all that progress.

Aeon beams, tail wagging the best it can, half pinned under his bulk. “Thank you for waiting,” they chuff, shutting off the switch and setting it aside. “So patient for once.”

Swiss scoffs. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh, you heard me,” Aeon teases, pushing back against Swiss’s hips. “Come on, I know you wanna.”

Swiss laughs, kissing their shoulders before giving them a solid, deep thrust. “Gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, baby.”

“I’d like to see you try. Bet you can’t,” Aeon grins. Swiss knows they’re egging them on, but is more than happy to prove them wrong.

[daisyduked]

Sister started walking in on me in the bathroom, which is fine we’re raised together. But I think it’s weird that she hold my dick whilst I pee, she says it’s because I aim bad??? But I mean she keeps aiming at my legs and getting it all over my undies… It’s an accident she says but than she makes me put them back on because she won’t do laundry :(

[tumbleweed-run]

Still

Gale/Reader 2nd Person POV

You serve as a cock warmer for Gale back home in Waterdeep.

(Warning: cock warming, creampie, and breeding kink(vague but added for safety)

“Gale,” a whine escapes from you against your will. If you had any sense left you’d be ashamed of how needy you sound, but sense had abandoned you long ago. It feels as if you’ve been like this for hours

“A little longer,” Gale coos distractedly into your ear. Despite his words, he keeps writing with no sign of stopping. 

Despite the fact it isn’t particularly a warm day a thin sheen of perspiration has coated your entire body. Wearily, you drop your head onto Gale’s shoulder and focus on the sounds of the wave crashing below the balcony. A breeze dances across your naked skin, teasing relief for just a brief moment before the air is still once again. You inhale shakily, allowing your eyes to drift shut as you try to relax. Every muscle in your body is drawn, taught with the effort it’s taking not to move. 

Gale seems oblivious but there’s no way he truly could be. (gods you hope not) The only thing that gives him away is his cock, rock hard and buried deeply inside of you. The rest of him seems unaffected and focused on whatever it is he’s writing. Unlike you, he’s fully dressed, only the placket of his trousers is undone, allowing his cock to nestle inside of you.

It’s not painful but gods, do you ache. He feels impossibly deep, as if your bodies have settled around each other and yours has drawn him in further than he’s ever been. There’s a burn deep inside your belly, too, and your half convinced the second Gale begins to move that you’ll come immediately. You want to move so badly, it wouldn’t take much to just rock against him. You’re finding it hard to think of anything else. 

At first, you’d tried teasing him. Fluttering your cunt around his cock in an effort to distract him, but Gale would have none of it. His only acknowledgment of your efforts was a quick pinch to your nipple before dropping his arm down around your waist. He might not be holding you down, but the promise is there if you were brave enough to try moving on him. The closest your daring had gotten was a shiver as you realized. 

So you sit, aching and trying desperately not to whimper as the only movement from Gale is the gentle sway of his arm as he writes. 

You don’t even notice when it stops at first until he drops his quill. The sound like a bomb in the silence. Somehow your body manages to tense even more in anticipation. 

“You’ve been so good for me,” Gale praises softly in your ear, his voice rumbling his chest at your back.

Your body trembles. You’re not sure if it's from anticipation or exhaustion. 

“What do you want my love?” He asks softly, the hand from around your waist gently smoothing up and down your stomach. 

“To move,” you’re nearly begging. 

Gale laughs. “Since you were amazing, how about I move?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, instead both of his hands drop to your hips as he gently rocks his own upwards. Realistically you know he can go no deeper but the movement alone is such a relief that you almost sob. It doesn’t take much - only a few more thrusts and his hand dipping down between your folds. His fingers barely brush against your clit before you’re sobbing loudly as you come. Gale holds you tight against him, rocking you through the waves of your orgasm. 

Once they subside, your body becomes lax, your muscles no longer willing or able to hold you up. Gale isn’t deterred. Instead, he grips onto your hips and lifts you slightly - beginning to fuck into you in earnest. He’s chasing his own orgasm now, each stroke upwards is simply for his own pleasure. And you allow him body limp, head lulled back onto his broad shoulder jostling with each movement. The slick sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of you fill the room, drowning out even the sounds of the waves below. 

It should be degrading, the way Gale’s using your body. 

You love it. 

“So perfect,” he grunts into your ear, “so perfect and soft for me.”

Everything you know about this man tells you he’s close. From the rippling of his stomach against your back, to the way his moans are punched from him. You’re entire body is bouncing with each thrust, his hands move behind your thighs opening you wider for him. Gale comes with a thrust so hard that his entire chair scrapes against the floor as it moves with the force. You can feel him spending into you, warm pulses paint your insides. You can’t do much but whimper as he pins you against his thighs as he fills you. 

“So perfect,” he whispers this time, a few minutes later as your skin cools in the evening air, “you are so perfect.”

[puppyboy-fag]

I’ve been working so hard all day.. I think I deserve to play my video games while a pretty boy keeps my dick in his mouth. Nothing too distracting, just the nice warm sensation to help me unwind

[malk1ns]

january 5 @ hurricanes, 4-3 OT loss

i cannot believe the season is halfway done. i can't believe i've actually written a fic for every single game, for forty-one games. that's crazy. thanks so much to everyone reading along, the comments and tags you leave really do encourage me to keep going—it's hard to work on a big project like this with no positive reinforcement! i love and appreciate you all <3

playing carolina might be boring AF but at least we got this picture of of it, hey? geno is so much bigger than sid it's truly ridiculous.

Sid isn’t very good at hiding what he’s feeling.

Zhenya knows about the narrative, how a Sidney Crosby quote is a lot of words but when you go back and actually read what he said it’s a whole bunch of nothing. That’s probably true; Zhenya doesn’t make a habit of looking up his teammates’ media spots. Answering his own questions and sitting for interviews is enough exposure to reporters, thank you very much.

But long before Zhenya and Sid spoke the same language, Zhenya was able to read Sid like a book.

Sid’s not subtle. When he wants something from you, you’ll know.

And when they’re getting ready to go out for overtime at the Lenovo Center, when Sid ducks his head and looks up at Zhenya through his eyelashes, Zhenya knows exactly what he wants.

It’s nice to catch up with Staalsy after they play the Hurricanes; frankly, it’s Zhenya’s favorite part about facing this damn team. Jordy’s waiting for them outside the visitor’s locker room after Sid is finally done with his cooldown, and they duck down a quiet hallway to chat. Partway through the conversation, Zhenya slings an arm over Sid’s shoulders, casual as anything, and smothers a smirk when Sid not-so-subtly tucks himself into Zhenya’s side.

Jordy doesn’t notice anything. He’s always been oblivious. It’s something Zhenya always appreciated about him. Kris gives them a hairy eyeball, but after so many years he knows when to feign ignorance, even if he’s far more observant than Jordy ever was.

Sid behaves himself on the way back to Pittsburgh. He keeps his hands to himself on the plane, sticking his earbuds in and zoning out on whatever podcast series he’s hooked on this month.

Zhenya taps his way through a few rounds of solitaire, nudging Sid with his knee when the plane begins its descent. When they’re deboarding and Sid makes to grab for his stuff, Zhenya bullies him out of the way, pulling both their bags down from the overhead compartment and slinging them over his shoulders.

Sid goes pink.

Their drive back to Sewickley is quiet, Zhenya navigating the dark streets carefully with one hand spread over Sid’s thigh. Sid’s parents are still in town, will be through the upcoming homestand, so Zhenya takes them up the hills back to his place, pulling into the driveway and throwing Sid’s Range Rover in park.

He crowds behind Sid as they walk into the house, dropping their bags as soon as they clear the threshold so he can get his hands on Sid’s hips, steering him to the staircase over Sid’s protests that they need another protein shake before bed.

(He refrains from making the obvious joke.)

Sid drops his feigned reluctance as soon as they get to the bedroom, turning in Zhenya’s arms and wrapping his arms around Zhenya’s neck, tugging him down for a kiss.

The first time Sid kissed Zhenya, it took both of them by surprise. It was Zhenya’s second year in the league, and not even any sort of special occasion—they’d just beaten Boston in TD Garden, a hard-won shootout on the first half of a back-to-back with travel in the slog leading up to their too-short Christmas break. He and Sid both had to do media, courtesy of Geno’s two goals and Sid’s three points, and they were the last ones in the locker room after they finally escaped to do their cooldown and get showered.

Zhenya was fumbling with his tie when Sid crossed the room, got up on his toes, and smeared a kiss across Zhenya’s mouth.

They didn’t talk about it for months. There were games to win, after all, and playoffs to push for. They were both determined to have a better showing than they had last season. It wasn’t until after they had to watch the Red Wings raise the Stanley Cup in their own building, after locker clean-out and the last media of the season, that Sid showed up at Zhenya’s door with a determined look on his face.

Their second kiss hadn’t been any more artful than the first. It didn’t take them long to get good at it, though.

Really good. They’ve taken breaks throughout the years, arguments and ego and fear of the future sending one or both of them stomping away from the relationship, and Zhenya’s seen plenty of girls stumble out of dark corners with Sid looking dazed with swollen mouths. He kisses like the world is ending, all-consuming and intense, and Zhenya’s more than happy to fall into it every time.

Sid doesn’t want to just kiss tonight, though. His hand sneaks down and squeezes at Zhenya’s dick through his dress pants, and Zhenya cants his hips forward, letting Sid grope him.

“Fuuuck,” Sid groans, pulling back and looking down between them. Zhenya follows his gaze.

Sid’s not a small guy. He’s broad, with thick arms and legs and big, capable hands, clever fingers that are adept at taking Zhenya apart. His hand on Zhenya’s dick where it’s straining at the fabric, though, looks almost small.

“Jesus,” Sid mutters, stroking a thumb over the head. Zhenya shivers as his dick twitches.

They’re clumsy as they undress, the late hour and a long, heavy game slowing their reflexes, but eventually their clothes are in a pile at the foot of the bed and Zhenya has Sid stretched out on the mattress, pinning his hands over his head with one hand around both wrists.

Sid takes a deep breath, testing Zhenya’s grip. Zhenya watches his throat bob as he swallows and tightens his thighs where they’re around Sid’s hips.

“You’re stay put,” he says to Sid, half an order and half a question, and he can see his words register, leaching into Sid’s body and dropping all the tension from his muscles.

Sid’s hard between them already, dick curving up toward his belly button and damp at the head, and when Zhenya curls his hand around it Sid gasps, craning his chin down so he can look.

Sid’s hands might be big compared to a regular guy, but Zhenya’s put his to shame, and Sid’s dick looks small in his grasp.

Zhenya knows that turns Sid’s crank, even though he’ll never admit to it. Hockey players are all the same, after all, and none of them are going to own up to getting off on their dick looking small, but Zhenya’s never needed Sid to actually say anything to know what he wants.

Sid likes how much bigger Zhenya is than him. He likes the way Zhenya’s hands span his waist like it’s dainty, the way he fits under Zhenya’s arm like Zhenya’s girlfriends used to.

He especially likes Zhenya’s dick.

Zhenya lifts up a little and shifts so that Sid can spread his legs, settling between them and rubbing his dick over Sid’s balls and shaft. Sid props himself up on his elbows, mouth open as he pants for air, hitching his hips up to meet Zhenya’s movements. 

Zhenya spares a moment for regret that they don’t have time to fuck properly until the homestand is over. Sid’s so tight, even after all these years, and sinking into him is the closest to a religious experience that Zhenya’s ever had.

He props his forearms on either side of Sid’s head, leaning down so he’s completely covering Sid’s body, pressing their chests together as he mouths at Sid’s neck. Sid always leaks so much, like the second he gets even a little worked up he’s ready to bust, which means they don’t need lube when they do this.

When they were younger, they used to get off like this every spare minute they had, sneaking off to spare rooms and rubbing up against each other until they came. It only took one instance of having to misappropriate a fancy hand towel in Billy Guerin’s guest bathroom for Zhenya to start carrying around a handful of tissues in his back pocket for quick clean-ups.

They usually take their time now, luxuriating in the privacy of their own homes and the improved technique that comes with experience, but sometimes Zhenya likes to make it quick and dirty, likes to get Sid panting and begging for dick underneath him.

Zhenya can’t give it to him tonight. The waiting will make it better when they have time, though.

Sid’s getting close. His thighs are trembling where they’re locked around Zhenya’s waist, and he’s tossing his head back and forth, little uh-uh-uhs pushing from his chest as he arches his back.

Zhenya pushes himself up a little and rests his hand on Sid’s neck, curling his fingers and pressing his thumb to the hinge of Sid’s jaw. Not much, not enough to actually do anything, but his hand looks enormous at Sid’s throat, and when he increases pressure the tiniest bit, Sid gasps and comes with a shout.

He’s still shivering through his orgasm when Zhenya drags his dick over Sid’s groin, smearing come into his pubic hair, and groans as he finishes on Sid’s stomach.

“Damn,” he says, rolling off to one side. Sid tucks them together, yanking Zhenya’s arm until his hand is splayed low over Sid’s belly.

It’s sticky and kind of gross. Zhenya rubs their come into Sid’s skin, ignoring Sid’s protest.

His hand really does look huge on Sid’s body. Normally he doesn’t think too much about it; he’s aware of how tall he is, how big his dick is, and those facts on their own don’t do much for him. He’s happy to go along with what Sid wants—seeing Sid get off on something is what gets him hottest.

Sid’s a grower, though, and when he’s soft Zhenya can cover his entire groin with his palm.

Sid grunts as Zhenya fondles him, wincing and over-sensitive, but Zhenya ignores it, rolling Sid’s balls in his fingers and palming his soft member.

Yeah, he sees the appeal.

[l3viat8an]

Love the new layout my heart. <3

And I’ve been thinking of Cockwarming Diavolo

Thoughts 🎤

Thank you Skyy <3 And I have a little thot~ Nsfw

Hear me out!! He would love to do it right after you two have sex~

Diavolo would be fucking into you from behind and rather than pulling out, he just pulls you closer and let his cock rest inside of you, insisting that you simply feel too good to pull out just yet.

One of his big hands trailing over the marks he left earlier and his other arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you still.

Whispering sweet nothings mixed with dirty praise in your ear, telling you how good it felt and how well you milked his cock.

His teeth nipping playfully at your shoulder ‘n neck, enjoying the soft whimpers you make from the over stimulation.

And!!! And! Teasing him just a bit, grinding yourself back on his cock and getting him hard again.

He won’t bother wasting time by starting to slowly thrust into you, instead simply whispering “Such a naughty little human, you just can’t get enough my cock can you?” before going another round~

[divine-misfortune]

Aether waking Rain up with a cup of tea, Rain all bleary eyed and his curls are just wild - sweet thing only ever communicates in little chirps when he's this out of it and Aether loves every sound - sits beside him and lets Rain lean into his side while he drinks

It's that lovely mint blend Mountain spent forever trying to perfect for the water ghoul's birthday, he drinks it sparingly even though he knows Mountain would replenish the stock in a heartbeat but because there's something special about those dried herbs in that tin. It's the thought behind them that makes them so important to cherish

When he's done, he passes the mug back and leans up to kiss Aether as a thank you but like most mornings (especially the ones where Rain's feeling a little extra sappy for one reason or another) it's never just one kiss, neither of them ever want it to be just one either

There's a reason the two of them are always the last to the breakfast table after spending the night together

[teddybeartoji]

toji likes to cockwarm your mouth😳😳😳😳😳😳gulp.

[dramas-vs-novels]

If Phu wasn't tired yet, Cir should have kept fucking him until he was!

I was waiting for Cir to suggest just that XD